All Things That Eat Halberd Are Reborn

Just when everyone thought that Mo Bai was about to start smooth fairy operations again, they saw that Mo Bai's movements became cautious in an instant. The action of adding the edible alkali seemed to be as delicate as an experiment, and the last three fingers pinched without losing it. The alkali powder to Keyu was added back and forth several times.

"Hey~" Mr. Han paused as he stroked the short beard of the goat, and then his eyes lit up and he let out an exclamation of unknown meaning.

"This kind of method of adding edible alkali..." Wang Yao, who was stewed with snake soup, looked at Mo Bai's movements with some understanding in his eyes. "I see."

"Tsk, this guy really prepared a lot of secret weapons." Wang Yao curled his lips, once again gaining a deep understanding of Mo Bai's brazen face.

"Baibai, what's the matter? The baking soda is only a little off by a gram or two, and there is no problem when the dough is fermented. You don't need to be so cautious at all, right?" Nakiri Alice was really puzzled, and she looked towards Elizabeth. "Could it be that this edible alkali has some secrets?"

There is no difference between edible alkali (Na? CO?) and baking soda (NaHCO?) in essence. Baking soda is a finished product after the solution or crystallization of edible alkali absorbs carbon dioxide.

In most pasta chefs, these two are collectively referred to as edible alkali or baking soda regardless of each other.

How could Alice, a rich little woman who was engaged in scientific cooking in the laboratory, not know this, but the cautious look of Mo Bai who pressed her to the ground and rubbed her several times made her feel a little uncertain.

"It's a very common edible alkali." Elizabeth and Alice Nakiri had confusion in their eyes. "Except for the purchase from Huaxia, the price is a bit more expensive because of the brand and official channels, there is no difference."

But when Mo Bai took out the edible alkali and added it in small quantities, the expressions of Wang Yao and Han Lao on the cliff instantly became intriguing.

The two turned their gazes to Luo Ziyan in bewilderment, only to find that Luo Ziyan had the same look of "Is that so?" [I know, but I won't say it].

What the hell are these people playing?

Nakiri Alice and Elizabeth filled the screen with question marks.

"Fermentation of old noodles!" With a grunt, Luo Ziyan swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and her slightly trembling lips slowly revealed the mystery, while her big eyes stared fixedly at the mobai stove from the beginning to the end, as if staring at the white stove. prey tiger.

Without waiting for Alice and Elizabeth to react, Luo Ziyan continued talking.

"Lao mian refers to the noodle seeds of the dough. It is called mian yinzi in the north, and it is also called miantou in some places. It is a small ball of dough left when steaming steamed buns. Because there are many yeasts in it, it will be used as the next time the dough is fermented. For bacteria."

"In layman's terms, old noodles are the noodles left over from the fermented pasta made last time."

"But in this case, if you are not careful, you will get mixed with bacteria, right?" Nakiri Alice quickly understood the essence of the old face, with a clear disgust on her pretty face.

The yeast produced in this way is indeed more suitable for the fermentation of the same type of flour, but the yeast mass produced is not like wine, the better it ages.

Dough full of yeast may become moldy and hairy if not used for a period of time, and the dough is inherently fragile and difficult to preserve under different humidity and temperature.

After all, this so-called old noodle is a proper three-non-dangerous product!

"Yes, although the quality and taste of the dough produced by old noodles is much higher than that directly produced by yeast, but due to factors such as difficulty in preservation, disproportionate energy consumption, and food safety. Except for some time-honored stores in China, there are few Some people use old flour for fermentation."

"And the most important thing among these factors." Luo Ziyan raised a white and tender finger, her expression was unprecedentedly serious.

"Difficulty!"

"Yeast still has a reference for measurement. It is completely impossible to judge the amount of yeast in the old noodles. Even if it has reached the limit of the dough's tolerance, there are some subtle changes before and after each use."

"This subtle change is entirely up to the user to judge."

"Because the old noodles are often accompanied by the presence of lactic acid bacteria during the preservation process, a unique sour taste appears during the fermentation time..."

"I understand!" Nakiri Alice suddenly realized.

"No wonder we use edible alkali instead of baking soda. The acid-removing function of edible alkali is stronger than that of baking soda. The reason why Bai Bai is so cautious is to consider the weight of old noodles!"

"That's exactly the reason!" Mo Bai raised his hand, shaking off the alkali powder on his fingers and quickly disappeared into the air.

Finally came the final sprint moment!

Mobai's fighting spirit is burning!

"The law of victory has—decided!"

Mo Bai suddenly grabbed something from his arms and held it up in front of everyone.

The unremarkable combination of hotel rice bowls and dishes as covers attracted the attention of everyone present at the moment.

"The sky is calling—"

"The earth is calling—"

"People are calling!!!"

no guns!No guns!Then we make it ourselves!

"Just show up!" Mo Bai opened his eyes and opened his mouth to roar! "Soul-suppressing old noodles!!!"

The dish was patted away, and with the crisp sound of falling to the ground, a platinum beam of light shot straight into the sky from Mo Baiping's bowl!

The piercing beam of light spread outward, and even the wind and rain froze for a moment wherever it passed.

Everyone opened their mouths in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.

"Nani!!?" Nakiri Alice hugged her head, not knowing how many times her three views were shattered.

The old noodle that she despised as a useless three-nothing product actually——"The white old noodle burst out with beams of light just like his finished cooking!!!"

But Wang Yao, who showed a surprised expression for the first time, was more concerned about the name Mo Bai said.

"Suppressing the soul?" Wang Yao's eyes sharpened. He seemed to have seen some records in ancient books, and the related dishes pointed to the existence of a pastry king hundreds of years ago.

"The Poirot family, Logan!"

"Paleo Recipe!"

"And this old face..."

"Gourmet meeting profound meaning [Wake up food]?!"

Wang Yao, whose expression was still calm, clicked his tongue secretly, and a sense of crisis permeated his heart.

Wang Yao had to admit that Mobai, who showed his trump cards crazily, had far surpassed his level when he passed the special exam at the age of eighteen.

"Too bad."

"I didn't expect that the special grade that Lao Mo was talking about was this special grade!"

Wang Yao muttered with a headache.

what is this?Cocoon yourself?

If he could do it all over again, he would never choose this dish with upper limit shackles.

Mom!I'm not going to roll over, am I?

A smile gradually appeared on Wang Yao's face, who was complaining about himself.

"No, maybe that's interesting."

The next moment, everyone suddenly changed color.

The amiable atmosphere like the sun changed, and Zhongzheng's peaceful aura immediately gave birth to an aggressive flame, which gradually spread.

Divided by the middle line between the two people on the cliff, half of the whole plateau is a cold pool as deep as an abyss, and the other half is a raging flame.

Chapter 394. Cooking Technique·Golden Eternal Spiral!I'm already invincible!

"Wang Yao is serious." In fact, Luo Ziyan didn't need to say it, even Mengxin Nakiri Alice could understand.

Now I feel the impact of the scorching heat and the deep cold, which makes Nakiri Alice feel sour.

Surprised!

Can watching a chef duel now affect the audience?

Nakiri Alice tightened her collar, her binoculars were still staring at the scene on the cliff.

Miss Ben will never admit defeat!

"Oh? Have you felt the sharpness of my backstab blade?" Mo Bai would not give up any chance to taunt the perpetrator.

Who knows how many things he did last night!

This humiliation!This uneasiness!This pain!He wants to report everything back!

"But it's too late! I know the upper limit of ice sculpture cuisine as well as you do." Mo Bai, who was also fond of ice sculpture before, has no reason not to know the embarrassment of Wang Yao's difficulty.

But the more embarrassed Wang Yao was, the happier Mo Bai was.

Bahahahaha, it makes you want to abuse food.

Has the car overturned?

Mo Bai, who was greatly satisfied physically and mentally, was filled with a pleasant atmosphere.

Putting the old noodles on the table, the sticky honeycomb-shaped old noodles are not beautiful, but no one will underestimate the old noodles that have just given off a brilliance comparable to cooking.

In fact it is.

This bowl of old noodles was completed by Mo Bai switching back and forth between the spiritual time room and reality in the middle of the night and staying up all night.

After a total of six times of awakening and six times of purification and fermentation, except for some special old noodles inherited from pastry families, theoretically there is no old noodles that can match Mobai's bowl of soul-soothing old noodles.

What's more, there are other secrets in this bowl of soul-suppressing old noodles, otherwise, how could Mo Bai spend so much effort to make it?

Use warm water to loosen this bowl of sticky old noodles and pour them into the noodle nest.

Then Mo Bai stopped in place.

"I'll poke! Lao Bai, what the hell are you trying to do!?"

Don't blame Xiaobai for making such a fuss, but Mobai is really inhuman.After this meal, Xiaobai knew that Mo Bai was going to make trouble again.

"Ah, ah, don't be so excited."

"I'm still very measured."

"..." A well-proportioned fart stuck in Xiaobai's throat.

If you have a sense of proportion, then the whole world will be full of elegant and easy-going gentlemen!

"Hey, Wang Yao, let me show you something interesting." Calling Wang Yao who was thinking about countermeasures, Mo Bai had a malicious smile on his face. "The essence of a pastry chef, you know it?"

"You should be talking about kneading dough." Wang Yao opened his mouth and gave the answer unambiguously.

"Yes, that's right." Mo Bai lifted up his sleeves, sliding his index and middle fingers slightly in the pile of flour. "It's kneading the dough."

"Kneading dough—it's not kneading and kneading by relying on strength."

"The movement of the fingers, the top-down force of the wrist, the movement of the arm...these forces are not straight forward."

Wang Yao closed his eyes, and the movement of kneading dough quickly evolved in his mind.

Immediately speak.