Food: How did I become a chef when I set up a stall.

Chapter 86 Where is my cold face?

Nurse Yang Juan changed into her nurse uniform, handed over work with her colleagues, and went to the hospital bed to check around.

Then, she returned to the chair where she was just now, trying to find her own grilled cold noodles.

The chair was empty.

"Where should I bake cold noodles?"

Yang Juan was slightly startled.

Where is my big bowl of steaming grilled cold noodles?

Gone?

She couldn't believe it.

Yang Juan searched around the chair for a long time, but still couldn't find it.

At this time, the uncle Shi Meng, wearing a hospital gown, walked over slowly.

"Nurse Yang, are you looking for grilled cold noodles?"

Hearing Shi Meng's words, Yang Juan immediately came back to her senses.

"Uncle, did you see it?"

Shi Meng was a little embarrassed.

Not only did he see it, he ate it.

Shi Meng said apologetically:
  "Well, I was sitting here just now, and the grilled cold noodles were so fragrant, so I ate them."

"In this way, my wife will come later and I will ask her to buy you another one. Where did you buy the cold grilled noodles?"

"I'm so sorry."

Shi Meng's words surprised Yang Juan.

Shi Meng hadn't eaten much in the past two days, so how could he still have the appetite for grilled cold noodles?

Yang Juan now only thought that the grilled cold noodles just now was an ordinary grilled cold noodles, and she immediately replied:
  "It's okay, it's just a cold noodle dish, no need to buy it."

"No, I must buy it."

Shi Meng's attitude was firm.

"I can just eat something. We have overtime dinner here, small cakes, instant noodles and so on. You don't have to worry about me being hungry in the morning."

Yang Juan feels that Uncle Shi looks quite old-fashioned, but is actually quite polite.

"I must buy it." Shi Meng said again, "The key is that I still want to eat it."

"Ah?"

Yang Juan was stunned again.

Still want to eat?
  A bowl of grilled cold noodles, as for that? Isn’t that sold everywhere?

"The grilled cold noodles are just outside the inpatient department. Walking towards the hospital, there is a stall. The dining cart is new. It's obvious."

"You can see it as soon as you walk over."

Yang Juan said immediately.

"Okay, thank you. I called my wife and she will be here right away. I asked her to bring the cold noodles."

Shi Meng got the answer, thanked him, and then picked up his cell phone to call his wife.

"Want to eat grilled cold noodles?"

"It's not early in the morning. Why are you thinking about eating cold noodles if you don't have breakfast?"

Shi Meng's wife felt strange when she heard what he said.

"Just buy it. Buy one for me and one for the nurse. I ate their cold noodles. You can have one if you like."

Shi Meng said on the phone.

"Okay, I'll buy it. Two portions are enough. I don't want to eat cold noodles so early in the morning."

"You'd better buy an extra portion and don't eat mine for a while."

"I told you I won't eat it."

"Good good."

Shi Meng's wife just came out of the subway.

She found it quite strange.

Shi Meng has brought nothing to eat in the past two days, and he has no appetite for the food in the hospital cafeteria.

Today is a good day, I want to eat grilled cold noodles!
  Fortunately, the grilled cold noodle stall is very obvious, and a brand new food truck is parked near the roadside.

There were a few people gathering around the dining car to buy things, and it looked quite clean.

Shi Meng's wife walked over and came to the dining car, waiting for the people in front to finish their shopping.

"Boss, please have two portions of grilled cold noodles."

She said to Jiang Feng.

"OK, wait."

Jiang Feng was busy processing the orders of the two people in front of him.

The first two people ordered stinky tofu.

Jiang Feng took out a few pieces of black tofu and a few pieces of white tofu, and fried them in the oil pan that had been adjusted to the temperature.

The tofu sank at first, but soon floated up.

If you look carefully, the tofu is bulging in the middle.

It just swells up, but doesn't look bloated.

This step is also very particular. If you are a novice making stinky tofu and put the tofu in the pot, the tofu will probably become bulging, like angry puffer fish.

That kind of stinky tofu has a damaged internal structure and tastes worse.

The stinky tofu fried by Jiang Feng is just right, only slightly bulging, not bloated at all.

Fry for a few minutes, flip and fry the other side, making sure each side is fried to perfection.

When it was almost fried, Jiang Feng picked up all the stinky tofu and put it on a plate.

He grabbed a chopstick in one hand and took out the middle of all the stinky tofu.

The outer shell of the black tofu has been fried very crispy, and it will open when you pull it.

The tofu is still white and tender inside. The same goes for white tofu.

After each tofu was opened, Jiang Feng scooped up another spoonful of delicious garlic sauce and poured the garlic sauce onto the broken parts of each tofu.

Only in this way can it taste good.

Then use tweezers to put all the stinky tofu into boxes, and put two boxes into them.

Sprinkle the pickled beans in the box, add some chopped green onions, add some coriander, and finally pour a large spoonful of the original soup.

The stinky tofu made by Jiang Feng doesn't have much flavor, just the flavor of the tofu itself.

In fact, authentic stinky tofu doesn't have that big of a smell. It's just a theory I didn't know where it came from in the early years. It is believed that the smellier the stinky tofu, the more authentic it is, and the smellier it is, the more delicious it is.

As a result, some businesses added "olijie" to stinky tofu.

That is, add shit.

When it was exposed a few years ago, people were still shocked.

But that time has passed, and it’s no longer such a weird thing now.

The stinky tofu made by Jiang Feng looks extremely fragrant.

Especially the bowl of soup, mixed with the flavor of coriander and chopped green onion, stimulates people's appetite.

This kind of stinky tofu is best eaten while it's hot.

The outer skin is fried crispy, but the inside of the tofu is still tender. The garlic sauce has soaked into the inside of the tofu, and the stock contains the flavors of coriander, chopped green onion, and pickled beans.

Let people get on top.

The two guests got the stinky tofu and left with satisfaction.

This stall is really nice.

The dining car is also clean and the food is very hygienic.

It feels great.

Shi Meng's wife watched the whole process of Jiang Feng making stinky tofu.

She swallowed.

"Boss, give me a portion of stinky tofu, two bowls of grilled cold noodles, and a bowl of stinky tofu."

"Okay, do you want cilantro?"

"Everything is needed, please add more."

"Row."

Jiang Feng was still busy in the dining car unhurriedly.

The process of making delicious food is very interesting to watch.

Because I have a plan in mind, I know what to do every step of the way, so I appear to be able to do it with ease and without any hesitation. Moreover, the technique is professional, fast, accurate and stable, which makes people feel reassured.

Jiang Feng first made a portion of stinky tofu and then started making grilled cold noodles.

The smell of cold noodles wafted from the baking sheet, and Shi Meng's wife instantly became greedy again.

"Give me another portion of grilled cold noodles, for a total of three portions."

In the end, she couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food.

As for what she just said, like "Who eats grilled cold noodles so early in the morning?", she had long forgotten.

Jiang Feng made baked cold noodles again.

Shi Meng's wife carried the plastic bag and walked to the ward.

She didn't eat outside and planned to eat in the ward.

The inpatient department has a double room, but Shi Meng is alone in the room now, so he doesn't have to worry about the smell of stinky tofu disturbing others.

Actually there is no need to worry.

Because soon the smell of stinky tofu will fill the inpatient department.

After a while, Shi Meng's wife came to the inpatient floor of the otolaryngology department.

After she entered, Shi Meng first gave Yang Juan a piece of grilled cold noodles, saying that he was really embarrassed just now.

Yang Juan waved her hand to indicate that it was okay, it was just a piece of grilled cold noodles.

Then, Shi Meng returned to the ward.

"Why did you buy stinky tofu? Who eats stinky tofu this early in the morning?"

Shi Meng frowned slightly when he saw the stinky tofu in the bag.

This couple has the same temperament, so it's no wonder they can stay together.

"You're eating grilled cold noodles so early in the morning, don't eat this stinky tofu later."

"If you don't want to eat, then you won't eat. Whatever a man says is what he says. If I say I won't eat, then I definitely won't eat."

"cut!"

The two of them each picked up a bowl of steaming hot grilled cold noodles, picked up a piece with a toothpick, and put it in their mouths.

Shi Meng once again showed an expression of enjoyment: "This is the taste, so good!"

There was a hint of surprise and joy in Shi Meng's wife's eyes: "This grilled cold noodles is delicious!"

Nurse Yang Juan was outside and also ate a piece of grilled cold noodles. She was instantly conquered by the taste of grilled cold noodles: "It's so delicious. No wonder Uncle Shi wants to eat a bowl of it. It tastes amazing and is colder than the grilled noodles in the snack street." The noodles are delicious!”

The three of them were in different positions, eating the same grilled cold noodles, and felt great enjoyment.

Although it was only half past nine in the morning, the grilled cold noodles were so delicious and it was so refreshing to eat.

After a while, Shi Meng and his wife ate all the grilled cold noodles, leaving only a little trace of sauce in the bowl.

“Did you buy this stinky tofu from the same stall?”

Shi Meng looked at the stinky tofu in the bag and clicked his tongue.

"That's for sure. Otherwise, should I go to other stalls to buy it? Apart from this new one, is there anyone selling stinky tofu in front of the hospital?"

"It's also made by the stall selling cold noodles. I'll taste it for you to see if it's authentic."

"No."

Although the two had a small fight, Shi Meng's wife still opened the plastic bag, each holding a toothpick, and tasted the crispy and tender stinky tofu soaked in the hot soup.

(End of this chapter)