Chapter 94: The Quest for Taste

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, Lu Cuiling, who walked out of the back kitchen, looked at her watch as soon as she saw that it was almost four o'clock, and immediately said excitedly: "Oh, let's go quickly, go to the kindergarten to pick up our little baby." ”

Feng Yifan smiled and said to his wife: "Since your parents are here today, then you take your parents to pick up Ruoruo, and I will accompany my father to guard in the store." ”

Su Ruoxi hesitated when she heard this, but before she could speak, she was already pulled by her mother-in-law.

Lu Cuiling pulled her daughter-in-law and said, "Okay, just do what Yifan said, let's go pick up Ruoruo's baby together, I really miss our Ruoruo's baby." ”

Su Ruoxi thought for a while and asked her husband, "It's just you and Dad, is it okay?"

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "What's wrong with this? It's a big deal, I'll close the door first, push my dad to go to the back kitchen together, and my dad can still give me guidance." ”

Hearing her son say that she wanted her father-in-law to go to the back kitchen for guidance, Lu Cuiling remembered that her daughter-in-law and aunt were going to come to dinner.

"By the way, son, Su Lanxin said that she was going to come for dinner, are you really going to entertain her? I think she will definitely deliberately make things difficult for you, are you sure you really have no problem?"

Feng Yifan said confidently: "No problem, let her come, if it is really deliberately difficult, I will not serve." ”

Hearing her son's words, Lu Cuiling smiled and nodded: "Yes, my mother likes this, and I deliberately make it difficult, so I won't serve her, and you don't rely on her Su Lanxin to order a meal to live, and my mother will come forward to help you kick her out." ”

Mother's toughness, Feng Yifan has learned in his past and present lives, so it must be more than enough to let his mother come out to face Su Lanxin.

"Thank you Mom, my son won't disgrace you. ”

Lu Cuiling finally nodded with satisfaction, then glanced at the clock again, and hurriedly urged her daughter-in-law and wife to go out: "Oh, let's go quickly, our little baby kindergarten is about to be released." ”

Su Jinrong, who was in a wheelchair, watched his daughter go out with her in-laws, and did not forget to shout hard: "Be careful." ”

After Feng Yifan waited for his parents and wife to leave, he thought about it and came to his father-in-law, and talked to his father-in-law very seriously.

"Dad, my aunt came here this time, she must have intended to test my strength, I have been abroad all these years, I have not let go of these in our family at all, and I am sure of those famous dishes, but there is one thing I am not too sure of. ”

Su Jinrong looked at his son-in-law, his expression was also very serious, and he asked in a deep voice, "What?"

Feng Yifan replied truthfully: "The most representative dish of our family's 'Wensi Tofu'." ”

Su Jinrong asked seriously: "Yes, how big is it, hold it?"

The reason why Feng Yifan is not sure about Wensi tofu is naturally not because he has been abroad for a long time, but because the dish itself is special, and it cannot be made in a short time by rebirth.

The point of Wensi Tofu is not only in the soup mixing, but also in the amazing knife work.

In fact, the key is that Wensi tofu requires a special knife to cut tofu, otherwise it is impossible for the tender tofu to be cut as thin as a cow's hair.

And that kind of special knife work, this is not something that can be done by memory alone, but it needs to be trained for a long time to achieve a kind of muscle memory, so that it can really be used freely.

Feng Yifan, who had never cut this by himself for many years in his previous life, even if he knew the essentials and skills, it was impossible to do it in a short time.

Su Jinrong looked at his son-in-law, and he thought that his son-in-law had been abroad for five years, and he probably hadn't practiced Wensi Tofu's knife work for five years. So he can also understand his son-in-law's worries about this dish.

Su Jinrong hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you sure, she will order?"

Feng Yifan said with certainty: "Yes, with my aunt's character, since she said that she wanted to come to eat, it would never be as simple as eating, and my aunt knew very well that among the dishes of Su Ji's cook, there would definitely be the dish 'Wensi Tofu'." ”

Su Jinrong also understood that what his son-in-law said was right, before he had a stroke, his sister also ordered this dish when he brought someone to the door for the first time.

That time, Su Jinrong lost, and he was later angry and had a stroke.

But that time Su Jinrong didn't lose in the knife work, with the knife work he had been immersed in for many years, the chef brought by Su Lanxin was not enough to beat him in the knife work, and that time he lost in the soup seasoning.

Many people know Wensi tofu, and most of them will be amazed by the kind of knife work that cuts the tofu into thin strips.

Even in some local restaurants, shredded tofu is used as a performance.

But in fact, Wensi tofu is a soup dish, so as a dish, its most brilliant thing should be the taste of the soup, which is perfectly integrated with shredded tofu, shredded shiitake mushrooms, and shredded greens.

The focus of a good Wensi tofu is not on the shredded tofu like an ink painting, but on the flavor of the whole dish.

The artistic conception of the "color, shape, and meaning" of the dish is really important, but if a dish has no "fragrance" and "taste", then it cannot be called a dish.

Therefore, the show-off skills in cooking may be able to attract attention, but if you want to really retain guests, you still have to return to the "taste".

Su Jinrong lost before, but he lost because he pursued too much show-off skills and ignored the harmony and balance of taste.

Therefore, Su Jinrong was certainly angry by his sister's words, and there was also a part of him who hated himself, and he was not able to truly inherit the essence of his father's Su Ji dishes.

Although Su Jinrong is in a relaxed state of mind these days, it does not mean that he will give up easily, completely forgive his sister, and even give up the old plaque.

On the contrary, in Su Jinrong's heart, he was even more determined to keep Su Ji's old plaque.

Thinking of this, Su Jinrong thought about it carefully and said: "Form and meaning, taste first." ”

Feng Yifan heard his father-in-law's words, and he didn't understand a little bit at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he slowly understood what his father-in-law meant.

Form and meaning only need to be done.

And even more important is the taste.

Thinking of this, Feng Yifan bent down and said to his father-in-law with a smile: "Dad, why don't we go in?" I'll make the soup, can you help me taste it?"

Su Jinrong looked at his son-in-law, and nodded approvingly with a smile in his eyebrows.

Feng Yifan closed the second door of the restaurant, hung a sign at the door that was suspended, and did not specifically lock the door, but just explained to some people next door to help look at the door.

Then I went back to the restaurant, pushed my father-in-law into the back kitchen, took out all kinds of condiments, and prepared a few kinds of broth.

Then, under the witness of his father-in-law, Feng Yifan tried again and again to prepare the soup in order to make an excellent taste.

Again and again, again and again, trying the taste with my father-in-law.

At this moment, Weng and his son-in-law almost fell into a kind of madness, a kind of crazy pursuit of the ultimate taste, trying over and over again, just to find the balance of that taste.

It's not the ultimate umami, nor is it an unusually prominent taste.

It should be a kind of freshness that is revealed in smoothness, and a beauty that can be presented in simplicity.

Only in this way can the soup be blended with the most simple tofu shreds, and together compose a song with good "color, flavor and shape", which makes people return to the taste of the dish itself, rather than simply appreciating the gorgeous knife work.