When he saw Li Yan, Song Zixuan even wondered if his eyes were wrong!

However, after working together for so long, Song Zixuan handed over the imperial fried rice to him to make.

Even with a mask, he could recognize it.

"Li Yan?"

Song Zixuan shouted.

Hearing this, Li Yan raised his head and was surprised to see Song Zixuan.

But soon, he laughed: "Second master, why are you here?"

Song Zixuan said with a smile: "Hehe, you have sold your roasted wheat for now, and I came here to admire it." ”

Li Yan was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Don't joke about me, second master, I have some here and I'll sell them out, I'll keep a few copies for you, and we'll drink some when I'm done?"

"Okay, listen to you!"

Then, Li Yan took out a small table and a few stools from the tricycle.

Song Zixuan asked Fang Rui to set it aside, and several people sat and waited for Li Yan to sell the roasted wheat.

Looking at this business, Song Zixuan can be sure that this guy makes a lot of money.

In this night market, although the business is good, but in comparison, this roasted wheat stall is definitely on fire!

In about twenty minutes, Li Yan sold all the roasted wheat, and of course, he also reserved it for Song Zixuan and a few others.

The steaming roasted wheat was served, and Song Zixuan and the others were eager to try it.

Although they usually have no shortage of food, they also want to taste what this siu mai tastes like, which can attract so many diners.

And now it can be said that it is well-known far and wide, and even people who live in the suburbs will drive over and queue up.

In addition, as soon as the roasted wheat was served, the fragrance came out, and Fang Rui and the others were even more hungry, so they immediately moved their chopsticks.

"I'll go, it's so delicious, Li Yan, you have a good skin, the stuffing is delicious, what do you do." ”

Fang Rui said while eating heavily, regardless of the hot mouth.

Hearing this, Song Zixuan picked one up with great interest.

Roasted oatmeal husks are somewhat translucent, but not as fully transparent as crystal husks.

It is supposed to be semi-permeable when steaming in a pot because the oil stirred up by the meat filling is mixed with the noodles.

Song Zixuan gently took a small bite, and juice immediately flowed out.

The juice is delicious but not greasy, and it should not be the blended oil, but the juice of the meat itself.

After taking a bite, Song Zixuan nodded slowly: "Li Yan, when did you start working in the night market?"

Li Yan smiled a little embarrassedly.

"The main reason is that the time of getting off work in the Fortune Hotel is relatively fixed, and the kitchen gets off work at nine o'clock, and I am thinking about what to do when I have time. ”

"It just so happened that the Moat Bridge Night Market was on fire recently, so I came to occupy a place and sell siu mai. ”

"Second master, if we don't allow it, I won't put it tomorrow. ”

Song Zixuan laughed, and it could be seen that the current Li Yan still took Song Zixuan seriously.

It's not like before, full of pride, and no one in sight.

"It's nothing, I never said we weren't allowed to do anything else after work. ”

"But...... Li Yan, this roasted wheat tastes really good, if one day the night market is not good, I hope you can let him be on the shelves of the Fortune Restaurant, of course, the income can be given to you. ”

Hearing this, Li Yan hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't, second master, I can continue to work in the Facai Hotel, what income is not income." ”

As he spoke, Li Yan took off his mask, spread out his ponytail, and returned to his previous appearance.

"Hehe, that's all easy to say, by the way, I think the biggest feature of your siu mai is not in the filling, but in the skin, what's the way here?"

Hearing Song Zixuan ask this, Li Yan looked up at the others and couldn't help it

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"The second master is really an insider, and he tasted the essence as soon as he ate it. ”

"My stuffing is beef, green onions, eggs and shrimp, and although it tastes good, it's just plain. ”

"The key is that on this skin, I am myself and the face, and I don't choose the crystal skin. ”

Song Zixuan nodded: "That's right, the crystal skin looks good, but the taste is too sticky, and it doesn't match the meat filling." ”

"Hehe, what the second master said is good, but my noodles are not ordinary flour, but flour fried by myself. ”

"What? fried flour? this ...... Is the flour still fried?" asked Fang Rui on the side.

Li Yan smiled: "If you want to make real strength of flour, in addition to the proportion of water surface and the technique of dough, you should pay attention to the quality of flour." ”

"In order to allow the inside of the dough to blend with the juice of the meat and absorb the flavor, and the outside of the dough to fully absorb the water without penetrating, it is necessary to stir-fry the flour. ”

Song Zixuan nodded slowly when he heard this: "Li Yan, your method of frying flour reminds me of a cooking senior. ”

"Hmm, second master, who is it?"

"Jiang Yun!"

Hearing this, Li Yan was stunned for a moment, and the puzzle on his face obviously hadn't heard of Jiang Yun.

"A cook during the Republic of China, although he did not make noodles, the Chinese steak he created was appreciated by the Chinese and Western food circles. ”

"Hang the thin batter on the surface of the steak to lock in the drainage, and after frying, the batter has no taste at all, and the meat is tender and juicy, even more tender than the medium-rare and medium-rare that can be made. ”

It's a pity that this senior was unwilling to cook for the Yingguo people, although he later hid in the concession embassy, he was still assassinated by the Yingguo soldiers. ”

Regarding some things about Jiang Yun, Song Zixuan had heard the old man say it earlier.

But after watching "Jiang Yunlu", he learned more things, and he admired this patriotic chef with integrity even more!

"This is not simple, Zixuan, does this chef have any descendants?" asked Tang Yaqi.

Song Zixuan shook his head: "No, Jiang Yun was only less than thirty years old when he died. ”

"In those days, didn't you have a baby in your teens?" Tang Yaqi said.

"Hehe, not really, after all, he is a Jianghu person, and sometimes it is normal to be single. ”

Li Yan nodded: "Second master, being educated is different, I don't understand any of this, but ...... If the second master needs it, I can give you the recipe for frying flour. ”

"Li Yan, I'm content with your words, it's righteous enough," Song Zixuan said, patting Li Yan on the shoulder, "But I won't need it for the time being, by the way, you can go to the academy with me when you have time." ”

"It's not okay to be a chef without culture at all, although we may not be able to use all the culture in books, but there are some things we should know about the food world and the history of cooking. ”

Li Yan nodded slowly: "Second master, I understand, it's just ...... Look at me, a rough man, and I still go to the academy? As soon as I entered the school, both of my legs went limp. ”

Hearing this, everyone laughed.

"Hehe, it's okay, just go and have fun, you come with me next Monday, and I'll ask Ruizi to send you back that night, see and see." ”

"That's okay, second master, I'll listen to you. ”

A few people were eating roasted wheat and blowing the river breeze, and the night was really pleasant.

After they dispersed, Song Zixuan and Tang Yaqi took a walk by the bridge.

Song Zixuan said: "The flour used by Li Yan really has a bit of cloud wheat flour, which is really interesting." ”

"Hehe, if you're interested, that person Li Yan wants to give you the formula and you still refuse, hypocrisy!"

Tang Yaqi said with a smile.

"It's not hypocrisy, chefs shouldn't share this secret recipe with each other, only if they all obey it, can there be order. ”

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Tang Yaqi smiled and said nothing, in fact, in the bottom of her heart, what she liked was Song Zixuan's seriousness.

Especially in the kitchen, Song Zixuan never breaks any rules.

That's what he kept saying...... Propriety!

"The old man mentioned Jiang Yun to me before, and I read a book called "Jiang Yunlu" in the academy. ”

"Maybe this cloud of wheat flour...... I can talk to the old man about some breakthroughs. ”

"Okay, I'll go with you!"

"It's too late, or else...... Early in the morning?" Song Zixuan said.

Tang Yaqi nodded vigorously: "No problem, I'll buy it early, tofu brain, right?" I know the old man likes it." ”

Song Zixuan smiled and hugged Tang Yaqi into his arms.

Early the next morning, because it was Saturday, Tang Yaqi didn't go to class, so she bought breakfast and came directly to the alley of Fangjing's house.

At this time, Song Zixuan was already waiting there.

The two walked into the alley arm-in-arm, and as soon as they entered the courtyard gate, they saw Fang Jingzhi sitting in the courtyard fanning a fan.

"Grandpa, I see you're here. ”

Song Zixuan approached with a smile, and Fang Jingyi was also happy to see them coming.

"Yo, my grandson is here, and my granddaughter-in-law, boy, why don't you go to study "Yongshanlu", why are you here for me?"

"Hehe, you have to go through the formalities to study "Yongshan Lu", grandpa, you can taste the breakfast that Yaqi bought for you first. ”

Tang Yaqi moved over the small table, put the breakfast away, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, this tofu brain is famous, I will line up for you to buy it at six o'clock, you can try it." ”

"Yes, it's better to be a granddaughter-in-law, I'll try it. ”

Looking at Fang Jingzhi's vigorous eating, Song Zixuan said, "Grandpa, do you remember when you told me about that Jiang Yun chef before?"

"Huh, why do you think about that?"

"I recently read a book in the academy, which is about Jiang Yun, and his cloud wheat flour is too godly, right?"

Fang Jingyi smiled, took a bite of fritters, chewed and said, "Western things, in the hands of our Huaxia cooks, they are not a problem." ”

"Hey, grandpa, look at the meaning...... Do you know how to do it?"

"Cloud wheat flour...... It's paste powder, with such a nice name. ”

Hearing this, Song Zixuan laughed, obviously the old man knew.

"Hehe, grandpa, you teach me. ”

Hearing this, Fang Jingzhi ignored it and continued to eat tofu brain.

Seeing this, Song Zixuan said, "Hey...... You old man, don't you sell it?"

Fang Jingzhi glanced at him: "If it weren't for my granddaughter-in-law's sensibility, I would have blasted you out!"

Tang Yaqi saw that the old man didn't have a smile on his face, and quickly pushed Song Zixuan.

Song Zixuan was also stunned, but he didn't expect the old man to be in a hurry, and took half a step back.

Tang Yaqi said: "Grandpa, you don't care about him, he can't talk well, let's eat, I'll cut watermelon for you after eating." ”

Fang Jingzhi showed a few smiles at this time: "It's still a good daughter-in-law." ”

Soon, the old man finished eating breakfast, and at this time, Meizi went out to buy something and didn't come back, so Tang Yaqi directly accepted the breakfast.

Then I went into the house to make tea and cut watermelon.

Fang Jingzhi glanced at Song Zixuan and said, "Boy, why don't you speak?"

"How dare you, you are in a hurry at every turn, I don't dare to speak. ”

Fang Jingzhi smiled when he heard this: "I'm in a hurry, that's because you're lazy!"

"Grandpa, what do you mean?"

"Go and make the dragon all over the world, and ask me what is that...... Cloud wheat flour!"

"Dragons soaring all over the world?"

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