Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 1230 Fried Stinky Tofu

The key point is that Liu Shuangshuang uses a total of eight rare ingredients: shrimp, sea cucumber, scallops, crab roe, bamboo shoots, fresh mushrooms, chicken, and green beans.Although the raw material must be tofu made from soybeans, the rest of the ingredients can be prepared by oneself. As the spiritual chef of Daqin and in the palace of the capital, Liu Shuangshuang naturally has the advantage.

Many spirit chefs looked at her with jealousy and helplessness. Their side dishes are so grand and high-end, with a variety of styles, but they can only use ordinary ingredients such as pickles, tomatoes, and minced pork. Compared with what?
Liu Shuangshuang already felt that she had the chance to win, but when she was busy, she still did not forget to look sideways at Feng Qian.Seeing this, she almost laughed out loud.What the hell?Green tofu?
Zhang Xiaofeng was very helpless, he handed the finished tofu to Fengqian, and said unconfidently: "Queen Fengqian, is this tofu really okay?" People can't stand the smell.

Liu Shuangshuang frowned, covered her mouth and nose with her hands, and said sarcastically, "Queen Fengqian, are you sure your tofu can be eaten by others?"

"You can come and taste it, I guarantee that the poison will not kill you." Feng Qian countered directly.

Liu Shuangshuang snorted coldly, and was busy making her own first-grade tofu.

Feng Qian looked at the cyan spoiled tofu, and knew that the stinky tofu needs to be soaked in brine to ferment, but this process usually takes a day, and logically, she couldn't do it, but luckily she got an accelerator...

Feng Qian directly put the tofu into the pot and covered the pot.

The hot steam overflowed and rose, Zhang Xiaofeng on the side looked puzzled, is this trying to steam the bad tofu into a dish?

Another incense stick of time passed, and the cooking of the dishes was coming to an end. Liu Shuangshuang's side was already peeling the tofu skin, digging holes in the middle and filling it with stuffing.Put it in a casserole, add broth and seasonings, and cook over low heat.

At that time, you only need to pour the cooked original soup on the tofu.

However, there is no movement from Feng Qian's side.

"Queen Fengqian, your rotten tofu, even if you cook it for a year after being pregnant in October, it still can't be turned into a dish." The spiritual chef next door has already prepared the dishes, and she came over with nothing to do, and asked curiously.

"Don't worry, for me, there is no dish that can't be cooked." Feng Qian was not in a hurry, just stood in front of the pot and waited quietly.

Liu Shuangshuang saw her calm and composure, and thought to herself, what kind of pretense should she pretend to be, when she obviously has no choice but to act like a well-thought-out plan...

At this moment, Feng Qian suddenly opened the lid of the pot, and a strong rancid and pungent smell filled the air instantly. Not only the people around were affected, but even the audience in the audience could smell it.

"It stinks! Who will take care of it!"

"Who? What did you burn?"

"God, does this smell make people alive?"

Soon, everyone found out that it was from Feng Qian's side.What Feng Qian took out from the pot were pieces of pale yellow tofu, which were shiny in color, but no one present had seen it before, so they couldn't help wondering whether this smelly thing could be eaten?

"Wuuuu, the tofu made by mother smells so bad..." the little prince said while pinching his nose.

"Believe in your mother, she will definitely be able to do it, and she won't lose in the cooking competition." Xuanyuan Che didn't move, but looked firmly at Feng Qian on the stage.

Although Sikong Shengjie covered his mouth and nose, his gaze was very firm.

Feng Qian was too lazy to explain the mystery of the stinky tofu to the people around her, so she turned her head and told Zhang Xiaofeng to pour the oil into the pot.

As the temperature in the pot rises, the oil gradually splashes out drop by drop. Seeing that the timing is right, Feng Qian puts the stinky tofu into the pot, and the skin of the tofu gradually turns golden brown and crispy, and the whole block expands like bubbles. , floating on the surface of the oil layer.

"Hey, why does it seem to be fragrant?" Someone commented.

"Is there? Doesn't it stink even more?" There were not a few people around who expressed objections.

Stinky tofu is like this. People who like it will like the smell more and more, and those who hate it will hate it even more.

On Liu Shuangshuang's side, she had already poured the boiled soup on top of the tofu, and placed eight kinds of side dishes beside the tofu in the shape of a fan.At this point, Yipin Tofu is complete.She turned her head and began to observe Feng Qian's situation.

And Zhang Xiaofeng looked at the scene of boiling in the pot, dumbfounded, he could vaguely feel that a wonderful change was taking place in it - originally the spoiled ingredients, now magically turned into another attractive thing.

What kind of dish is this?

Gradually, a strong smell of deep-frying spread out. Feng Qian took the opportunity to lift the pot, poured out most of the excess oil and water in the pot, and then put in ginger, garlic, onion and other seasonings, shake it lightly, let the seasoning Quickly blend with the fried stinky tofu, and turn to the pan.

Feng Qian picked up the stinky tofu and put it on the plate, then poked a hole in the middle of each piece of cooked tofu with chopsticks, and poured a spoonful of sauce prepared in advance on each piece.

A dish of fried stinky tofu is complete.

Just at this time, Eunuch Chen stood up and announced: "It's time for the competition, please send assistants from the spiritual chefs to serve the dishes to taste one by one."

People from the Eastern Qin, Western Qin and other four countries brought the dishes to the judges one by one, and the judges, including Huangfu Lie, tasted them one by one, nodding or shaking their heads.Next it was the Great Qin Kingdom's turn.

Liu Shuangshuang watched the assistant serve the first-grade tofu, feeling confident that she had won.

Bright yellow and white, tender and juicy Yipin tofu, the judges' eyes lit up, and then they smelled the fragrance of pure ingredients, and two of the three scoring criteria for "color, fragrance" have passed.

As for the all-important taste——

The judges picked up a piece with their chopsticks. As soon as their lips and teeth bit open the puff pastry on the outside, the white and smooth tofu inside slipped into their stomachs with the sauce. The sauce is delicious.

Some of the judges directly gave thumbs up, some praised and commented non-stop, and even the always majestic and silent monarch Huang Fulie nodded and commented "Not bad".

While Liu Shuangshuang was proud, she still didn't forget to look sideways at Feng Qian and her strange-smelling fried tofu, and thought to herself, just because of the ugly appearance of this garbage, you still want to compare it with me?
Finally at the last round, Zhang Xiaofeng brought up the fried stinky tofu nervously. To be honest, he hadn't tried it himself, and he didn't expect to win this round at all, as long as he didn't lose too badly.

The judges frowned when they smelled the smell of stinky tofu. If they hadn't been judges, they had to try the dishes made by Ling Chef, or they wouldn't be willing to eat this strange smelling dish.

Huangfu Lie became interested, and asked curiously: "Queen Fengqian, what kind of dish are you cooking? Why have I never seen it before?"

"It's called fried stinky tofu, and it's a dish from my hometown." Feng Qian explained.

(End of this chapter)