The spicy teacher of the halberd

In the huge kitchen, in addition to firewood, rice, oil and salt, there are only some green onions, ginger and garlic, and even the rice jar has bottomed out.

There was also no gas stove, or a large cauldron stove for burning wood.

Chang Wei couldn’t help but sigh, I don’t know what that adult relied on to survive to this day. Could it be that when the mana reaches a certain level, there is no need to eat cereals?

Looking at the fresh white and tender tofu in the bamboo basket, Chang Wei fell into deep thought.

Broken, spoiled, the original taste of the ingredients….

In an instant, a square porcelain jar in the corner of the stove caught his attention, and he went straight to open the lid to see that it was a pot of half-eaten sauce tofu.

Looking at the bright red color and aroma of the sauce tofu, it is probably not stored for a long time.

He couldn’t help but laugh and said, “This Onmyoji Master has quite a heavy taste.” ”

Miss Hatoo chuckled, and she stepped aside to make way for the two men at the kitchen door.

“Living in the Burrow, there is nothing to eat, and the gentleman laughs.”

Seeing the beautiful Onmyoji with a smile and the embarrassed Genmu Palace walking into the kitchen, Chang Wei’s old face was red, and he just wanted to find a seam to drill into.

He didn’t say much, silently opened the cooking universe, and the moment the star core ran, no one noticed that the beautiful Onmyoji’s eyes burst into dazzling light.

She stared straight at the figure of the young chef in front of the stove, as if he was the ultimate delicacy in the world.

Miss Hatoo stood behind the Onmyoji, Genmu Palace was silent, and everyone looked at the tofu and kitchen knife in Chang Wei’s hand.

The meteorite characteristics moved, and when the qi was calm, Chang Wei’s hand led the kitchen knife to move, splitting a whole piece of tofu in two.

Then pick up half of the pieces, cut them into square tofu cubes, and make them in one go.

In just a moment’s action, the beautiful Onmyoji and Miss Hatoo stopped water, just secretly praising the young chef’s knife skills in their hearts, but Genbu Palace on the side looked excited, and his eyes lit up.

Just a few cuts of tofu, in the eyes of a warrior, it is extremely harmonious and inscrutable.

According to the understanding of the warrior, the blade should appear on the edge of everything, and traveling along the most natural cut surface is the most in line with the way of nature. In the eyes of those who practice martial arts, Chang Wei’s knife work is like a textbook of cutting the blade, even if the blade is not tofu but iron, Yuanwu Palace has no doubt that he can cut it.

This is an inexplicable feeling, see cut and cut iron.

In a few moments, half of the tofu has been turned into square tofu cubes and neatly stacked on the board.

Chang Wei picked up the other half of the tofu and took a deep breath.

Then gently patted the surface of the tofu with the back of the knife, and the fresh white and tender tofu suddenly shook.

Then the blade is lifted horizontally, peeling off the slightly old skin on the outer layer of the tofu, and then cutting the inner core.

Only this time it is no longer the tofu cut, the frequency of the kitchen knife is extremely fast and the swing is extremely small, as if chopping meat, and everyone frowns when they see it.

What is this doing, cutting tofu into stuffed dumplings?

However, soon Onmyoji stretched her brows, and she pointed to the slowly piling up under the kitchen knife.

“Look at what the kitchen knife cuts.”

Genmu Miya and Miss Hatoo fixed their eyes and saw more and more white flocculents… No, it’s filamentous!

It’s shredded tofu!

“He’s shredding tofu!”

The beautiful Onmyoji nodded, she remembered that there was a similar cooking method in Huaxia, but the raw material was tofu made of lactone instead of brine, and the moisture content was higher.

With extremely high and delicate knife work, the lactone tofu is cut into thin slices, and then shredded, the knife is fast and stable, and the shredded tofu is blanched in boiling water, which is a shredded tofu shaped like a silver filament surface.

Later, add bamboo shoots, ham, shiitake mushrooms, lettuce and other soups, which is the traditional Chinese Huaiyang dish – Wensi tofu.

This is also a showy dish, with extremely high requirements for knife work, requiring ingredients to be cut to the thickness of hair, and due to the characteristics of tofu, you can’t hold your hand while shredding, you can only hang your wrist.

The beautiful Onmyoji laughed softly, this young man from Huaxia, the basic skills of being a chef are really not simple.

When the tofu is cut like hair, Chang Wei slowly puts it in boiling water to blanch, and then adds the sauce and seasoning, probably to prepare the soup.

In this way, it should be Wensi Tofu. But what will the tofu cubes cut before be used for?

“Well, that’s…”

Miss Hatoo’s low cry interrupted the beautiful Onmyoji’s thinking, and she looked up, but saw Chang Wei digging holes in tofu blocks one by one.

But what does it mean?

I also saw that Chang Wei fished out the shredded tofu in the soup in the pot, added it to the dug hole little by little, and sealed the tofu block as it was.

Well, tofu filling?

Genbu Palace’s heart is dripping blood, what about the good mapo tofu?

“Tofu filling, using tofu cubes as containers, is indeed a novel idea.”

Miss Hatoo nodded, sincerely appreciating the novelty of this tofu.

“I just don’t know how to cook next, is it steaming…”

But I saw Chang Wei pick up an iron grate with feet for steaming steamed buns, place it directly on the ground, and pile firewood underneath.

Everyone realized that it was meant to be baked.

“It’s a bit of a picnic atmosphere…”

Listening to the laughter of the Onmyoji, Genbu Palace looked helpless, thinking that your shrine kitchen is so dilapidated, and this environment is inseparable from a picnic.

But there is no grilled meat, only baked tofu.

And it was not directly baked, everyone saw Chang Wei holding a pair of chopsticks, carefully smearing something on the tofu cubes, and behaving like an oil painting master.

The white and tender tofu also slowly turns a faint pink, giving off a strange aroma.

“So it is, it’s soy tofu…”

The beautiful onmyoji inexplicably remembers a Chinese dish – baked tofu, from Mengzi, Yunnan, but the raw material is also different, it is fermented edamame tofu.

Cut the edamame tofu into small pieces, drizzle it with oil, sprinkle it with salt, paprika, cumin powder, or sprinkle sesame salt or tahini, etc., and grill it on the iron mesh of the charcoal stove to a charred yellow, fragrant and chewy color.

However, there is no paprika and cumin powder in his kitchen, let alone sesame salt and tahini, which is really hard for this young chef to think of tofu with sauce…

But sauce tofu spread tofu cubes, tofu cubes in bread and shredded tofu… This turned out to be a dish made up of tofu.

While thinking, the beautiful Onmyoji watched Chang Wei light the firewood, while turning the tofu over, while slowly adding firewood to control the fire.

Soon there was a croaking sound, accompanied by the thick aroma of tofu roasting and the fresh aroma of sauce tofu, which made Genbumiya and Miss Hatoo linger.

The beautiful Onmyoji’s face was a little moved, and her eyes were fixed on the firewood in Chang Wei’s hand, and the flame burning on it, showing a faint blue flame.

“Ghost fire…”