Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 1720 Tiger Running Vegetarian Drumstick

"Of course, it's clearly recorded in the "Spiritual Chef's Art", let's try it!"

"okay!"

After Tang Chenyu added warm water to a bowl, he carefully put the tofu skin that Feng Qingyu brought over into the water. After the tofu skin was moistened slightly softer, he pressed it down gently with his hands to ensure The integrity of the tofu skin.

Feng Qingyu burned the fire vigorously at the side, looked at the tofu skins that were full of water, and asked: "Brother, why doesn't this kind of tofu skin swell!?"

"This kind of bean curd skin is left outside to dry naturally, so it will only soften and not soak."

"I see."

About half a minute later, Tang Chenyu took out the completely wet tofu skin, gently dried the water with his hands, and carefully removed the tendons in the tofu skin with a small kitchen knife that looked like a carving.

"Brother..."

"Shh, don't talk, I'll be distracted."

Tang Chenyu carefully, as if he was carving a work of art, until he completely removed all the tendons from the tofu skin, and it was completely dark outside.

"Oh, my old waist!" Tang Chenyu stood up, only to realize that it was getting late, "Oh no, you have to hurry up, or Master will be hungry!"

I saw him and Feng Qingyu starting work at the same time. After carefully stacking the cleaned bean skins, they cut them into squares in the shape of a "ten" with a knife, and then shook them neatly.

"Junior Brother, get on the water!"

"no problem!"

When Feng Qingyu answered, he had already poured half a pot of water into the cleaned pot, added red rice into it, and stirred it gently. After stirring for a while, he poured the boiled juice into the basin .

Tang Chenyu stretched out his hand to feel the temperature for a moment on the juice, and only poured a little soy sauce, ginger juice and other seasonings into it after the juice cooled down a little.

"Brother, the tofu skin is almost dry." Feng Qingyu said, moving the tofu skin quickly.

After Tang Chenyu confirmed that the temperature was acceptable, he put the tofu skin back into the seasoned juice and soaked it slowly.

"Look for any patterns."

Tang Chenyu and Feng Qingyu rummaged through boxes and cabinets for a long time, but they still couldn't find a suitable mold. There were only two molds that looked like they were used to make vegetarian chicken legs.

"Senior brother, it seems too late to make the model now, otherwise let's use this!"

"Make it into chicken legs?"

"It can only be this way."

Tang Chenyu gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, "Okay, let's make it into chicken legs!"

After the two quickly cleaned the mold, they took out the soaked tofu skin from the juice and used it as a cushion.

The remaining part of the tofu skin is cut into soybean-sized granules, added with sugar, rice wine, soy sauce, sesame oil and other condiments, stirred repeatedly, and then carefully placed in a mold lined with tofu skin.

I saw Tang Chenyu cover the last part of soaked tofu skin in the mold respectively, and after carefully pressing it firmly, seeing that Feng Qingyu was also learning how to make it himself, he walked over to help.

"Junior Brother, you should pay attention here, the tofu skin should be about half a fingertip higher than the model, so that the final shape will be more realistic."

"Oh, I see!"

The two filled more than a dozen molds with rich materials, then covered the molds and tied them tightly with twine.

"Open the steam cover."

The moment Feng Qingyu lifted the steaming cover, Tang Chenyu quickly put the mold into it, and then Feng Qingyu immediately closed the cover.

The cooperation between the two brothers has been very tacit, and between the opening and closing of the lid, it is ensured that the air in the steamer does not escape too much.

"Okay! Just wait another quarter of an hour!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door from the cooks:

"You two young masters, the meal is about to arrive, and the two young masters drove us all out, how can we prepare dinner!"

"I beg you two sons to be kind and open the door!"

"Yes, I beg the two sons!"

Only then did Feng Qingyu and Tang Chenyu notice, "Brother, it doesn't seem inappropriate to prepare only one dish for dinner, after all, it's us who kicked him out, and we need to have an explanation."

"Isn't it easy? You and I are good at a lot of dishes, so we can make a few more and send them along with Hupao vegetarian ham."

"Oh, it's a pity that this 'Tiger Pao Vegetarian Ham' has now become 'Hupao Vegetarian Drumstick'."

"Hahaha!"

When the cooks outside heard the laughter coming from inside, they were even more anxious. If they missed dinner, the head of the dining room would inevitably be punished by the master of the young pavilion. What should we do! ?
"You two sons, the villain kneels down for you, please..."

The leading cook hadn't finished speaking, and he was just kneeling halfway, when suddenly the door of the dining room was opened, and Feng Qingyu was standing in front of the door with an iron spoon on his shoulders, and said: "You guys rest today, dinner is due to me. I made it with my senior brother, so everyone will be satisfied."

These cooks have known for a long time that President Feng Qianfeng is the president of the Spiritual Cooking Union, and his culinary skills are natural. I heard that two of his disciples are masters of Master's true biography, which was revealed at the Spiritual Cooking Competition held by the Spiritual Cooking Union. Face.

"That's really great!" The cook rubbed his hands, wanting to go forward, "I wonder if you can let me study and study?"

Feng Qingyu blocked the big iron spoon at the door, and said: "Of course it won't work. My senior brother and I are both master's closed disciples. Naturally, this cooking skill cannot be passed on to the outside world. I'm sorry everyone!"

With a "bang", Feng Qingyu closed the door again, leaving a group of lost cooks standing at the door.

Bu Jingyue was guarding Xuanyuanche to drink the medicine one mouthful at a time, and seeing that Xuanyuanche had finally finished it, he said with satisfaction: "That's good, that's right, Archer finally doesn't look bitter and hateful after drinking the medicine this time." .”

Xuanyuanche shook his head helplessly, and said: "Good medicine tastes bitter, although I understand the truth, but the medicine brewed by Du Xian is really too bitter to swallow."

"Be patient, when I brought the medicine just now, I saw the Poison Immortal brewing a new medicine, maybe I'm going to change it for you."

"I've almost recovered, just Qianqian..." Xuanyuanche put down the medicine bowl and stared at Bu Jingyue at this point, "His Royal Highness, let me ask you, can Qianqian's eyes recover? I asked earlier Poison Immortal, he also falters and hesitates, he doesn't give me an accurate answer, which makes me feel uncertain."

Bu Jingyue was a little hairy from Xuanyuanche's cold stare, he said hesitantly: "I... how would I know? Since the poison fairy refuses to tell you, there is naturally his reason..."

"Did he not mention it to you?"

"No." Bu Jingyue shook his head, "Probably he already knew, telling me is like telling you, so he didn't tell me."

"The more he hides, the more uncertain I feel."

Xuanyuan Che thought about it, stood up simply, and said: "No, I have to ask him, whether it can be cured or not, he must give me an answer."

"Archer, wait a minute..."

Before Bu Jingyue finished speaking, someone from the dining room had already sent a message:
— Let’s have dinner!

Immediately afterwards, Ye Zisu came over and said, "Master Xuanyuan, Miss said that she wants to have dinner with you."

Xuanyuanche had no choice but to temporarily put aside his plan to find Hua Mengying, and replied: "Okay, I'll go right away."

(End of this chapter)