Controlling the water temperature below 50 degrees Celsius is about to the extent that it can emit heat, but does not make the hot soup produce water vapor, theoretically, as long as it is properly controlled, these frozen osmanthus flowers can be 'dead wood in spring'.

But this thing is easy to say, but how difficult it is to do, even if Zhou Dong has practiced thousands of times in the back kitchen of creation, he does not dare to say that he is absolutely sure.

Today, you can't miss a move, to resolve the Fan family's chess into invisible, you must be 100% successful, so Zhou Dong will secretly perform the legendary vegetable washing skills, although it is the icing on the cake, but also secretly improve the quality of these osmanthus flowers a lot.

The cauldron has no lid, and the cage drawer is more like a stand suspended on the water, while Zhou Dong's right hand swept over, the heat in the pot has also penetrated into the drawer, and the five brothers of Lao Xionggou who were standing on the side and watching suddenly smelled a faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

"No, the water seems to be over 50 degrees!"

The cage drawer of the old tavern is not fully full, there are two bamboo ears sticking out of the outer ring, which can just be buckled on the two protruding cage shelves on the inner wall of the pot, so there is still a gap between the outer ring of the cage drawer and the wall of the pot, Yan Xiang saw through the gap that countless small bubbles began to be attached to the wall of the pot that was submerged in water, and he knew that the water temperature in the pot was high, and hurriedly reminded Zhou Dong.

"Out of the way. ”

Before Yan Xiang's words fell, Zhou Dong had already copied it into the bucket with the ice cubes with one hand, nested some ice water in his hand, gestured downward, and a drop of ice water fell into the pot along his index finger, and he didn't see how he aimed, and the ice water honestly dripped down the gap between the cage drawer and the wall of the pot.

"One drop, two drops ......"

Yan Xiang's eyes widened, for fear that he would count wrongly, and finally counted until seven drops, only to see Zhou Dong turn his hand over and stop dripping ice water into the pot.

"The bubbles under the surface of the water are gone!"

As the soup in the pot gradually warmed up, the blisters that appeared on the walls of the pot disappeared one by one, and the water surface did not even give birth to the slightest ripple, at most there was a trace of air flow that was not hot steam, and it disappeared in an instant.

"Let's see what the temperature of the water is!"

Xiong Fuji didn't know where to find a thermometer and stuffed it directly into Yan Xiang's hand, today's creation opportunities all belong to the fifth old, of course, the fifth should first discover Zhou Dong's magical means.

Celsius picked up the thermometer, Yan Xiang was stunned for a while, and subconsciously looked at the osmanthus that was roasted by heat and the buds seemed to be opening larger, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

"Heaven-shattering cauldron...... That's why he's named?"

No more, no less, it is seven drops of ice water, and the water temperature control is so precise and subtle, even Yan Xiang has never seen such a method in the beggar master!

After counting the temperature, it will also affect the water temperature, and the control of the water temperature by this Zhou Noodle King is accurate to 0.5-1 degrees!

Fifty degrees of hot water will produce water vapor, and this king of Zhou noodles is forced to press the water temperature at about 49 degrees, so that the pot can always maintain the maximum heat under the premise of not producing water vapor!

In Yan Xiang's opinion, such a method is already divine!

"It's time to bloom!"

Zhou Dong probed the temperature with one hand, and dripped ice water into the pot from time to time with the other, his fast and accurate technique was like a robot.

After about 20 minutes of this, I suddenly stopped dripping ice water into the pot and stared at the water under the cage drawer, and the water temperature finally broke through 50 degrees!

A stream of hot steam rushed up to the cage drawer, and the white mist shrouded the osmanthus that was almost completely open.

At this moment, Zhou Dong suddenly slapped his palms on the ears of the two pots of the iron pot in a posture of hugging his hands, and laughed loudly at the same time: "Suddenly, like a spring breeze, thousands of trees and osmanthus blossoms!"

These osmanthus flowers, which were frozen and preserved by Yan Xiang's brains, were shocked by him when he grabbed the ears of the pot, and they actually pierced the mist one after another and jumped up from the cage drawer!

"These frozen osmanthus flowers are most taboo to inhale water vapor during the thawing process, because that will dilute their proper aroma;

But after all, it has been frozen and put it for a long time, and it will still lose some water, in fact, it still needs to be accurately supplemented.

However, chefs often can't even prevent moisture from entering the water, let alone add water precisely at the same time, which is almost impossible to do!

I thought it was just a good wish, but I didn't expect it to become a reality before my eyes!"

Yan Xiang muttered to himself as if he had lost his soul, and even his body was trembling slightly,

Isn't this the kind of chef that the master said! When you see this kind of person, you must be able to 'put your face aside and hug your thighs fiercely'! If hugging one leg is not enough, then hug both of his legs together!

"What are you looking at me like this? Rolling pin!"

Zhou Dong took a bamboo basket and put it in the air, the fragrance was still blowing in his face, but the osmanthus flowers had fallen into it one after another, and he put it on the noodle table that he had temporarily built in the courtyard.

Taking the rolling pin handed by Yan Xiang, Zhou Dong pulled down a ball of noodles, pushed and pulled, pressed into a long shape, and then used the rolling pin to roll back and forth only two or three times, and it had become as thin as cicada wings, as if transparent.

Yan Xiang gasped when he saw it, there is glutinous rice noodles in this dough, which is the easiest to stick, let alone a few times back and forth for ordinary chefs, even if they are given enough time, it is difficult to roll it out so thinly, maybe only the beggar master has such a means, right?

Seeing that Zhou Dong grabbed a few osmanthus flowers, gently kneaded the petals, and sprinkled them on the surface, but instead of rolling them back and pressing them like making puff pastry, he just spread them on the dough table, and then pulled out a ball of noodles, which was also long and transparent, and pressed on the dough sprinkled with osmanthus flowers.

At this time, there were already two pieces of dough as thin as cicada wings wrapped around some petals, and then Zhou Dong sprinkled the petals on it, and then covered the dough, layer by layer, and pressed hundreds of layers, and there were petals falling between each two layers.

At this time, when you look at it in the daylight, you can only see a long piece of amber on the table, and there are countless pale yellow osmanthus petals scattered in the middle of the amber, which is really like a top work of art.

"This cake hasn't been beaten yet, but it seems to have been carefully beaten hundreds of times, it's unbelievable!"

Although not all of the people present are good at white cases, at least they are half experts, and everyone naturally sees not only the appearance, but the amazing means behind it.

How can it be possible to make glutinous rice more delicate and thorough?

Not to mention that a certain proportion of high-gluten flour is added to it! But Zhou Dong just stacked the osmanthus into the noodles, which is better than many beaten lard osmanthus cakes, which is not leaving a way for people to live?

"Don't be stunned, help me oil the mallet!"

Zhou Dong picked up the dough shovel as he spoke, gently pried up the end of the dough with hundreds of layers, and then held this end with one hand, and the other hand was like a knife, sticking it to the dough and slashing back!

With a bit of ingenuity, Zhou Dong took advantage of the situation to lift the dough, and threw it into the rectangular cake trough with a mistake with his arms in the air.

This kind of cake trough is very similar to the horse food trough where the grass is put in the stable, rectangular, about three feet deep, after the cake dough is thrown in, the person who beats the cake can use the cake hammer to beat it hard, the purpose is to make the various cake powders more delicate and blend with each other, so that the final steamed cake tastes better and is more crystal clear.

The more authentic the cake is, the higher the transparency, indicating the more skilled the chef is.

The cake trough is a tool for beating cakes for many years, generally made of pine wood with a relatively small density, Yanxiang this cake trough is made of old pine wood in the three northern provinces, and has been used for many years, the holes and gaps of the cake trough have long been filled with cake powder, it will never stick to the cake, unlike some new cake troughs, a mallet down, the cake powder will stick directly to the bottom of the trough, and the old chef will also have a headache.

The cake trough is not to worry about sticking to the cake, but the cake mallet has to be wiped with lard before each use, which is also a seemingly simple job that tests the skills, too much oil will cause the cake master to use no force, the cake will stick to the mallet if there is less oil, and it is not much easier to re-raise the mallet than pulling the radish, Zhou Dong asked Yan Xiang to anoint the oil, is to believe that he is professional enough.

Taking Yan Xiang's oiled cake mallet, Zhou Dong put it in his hand and praised: "Good guy!" He didn't need to hold the mallet with both hands, his right hand turned slightly, and he pulled a flower in the air, and then smashed the cake ball with a fluttering mallet.

"Smack! stabbing ——!"

If it is a layman who beats the cake, this is a pit, and then it is time to grit his teeth and pull back the cake mallet, and he can be tired and broken in one or two strokes.

But Zhou Dong's mallet was very smart, and the sound of hitting the cake was light and crispy, obviously there was no shortage of strength, but it didn't directly ram out a hole, and saw that the mallet head slipped and slipped directly down the cake trough, making a stabbing sound.

The power on this mallet was not wasted at all, and it was all exerted on the cake dough.

And the cake trough shook at the same time from beginning to end, obviously Zhou Dong used even and skillful force, and this hammer was enough to withstand ten hammers from others!

Zhou Dong smiled, his wrist flew over, and he saw that the mallet was light and heavy, left and right, and it danced like a flower.

When the mallet was hearty, everyone only felt the smell of oil at the end of their noses, and the hammer fell like rain in front of them, and in the end, their eyes were all flowered, and they didn't even see clearly when Zhou Dong was adding how much lard was added to it, and when he added brown sugar, and what method was used to beat the brown sugar evenly into the cake body, and I don't know how he turned over the cake dough in the trough with one hand and a mallet......

Zhou Dong knew it in his heart, and after a full hundred and eight hammers, he stopped fighting, and said to Yan Xiang with a smile: "The work of raising cakes, cutting cakes, and steaming cakes will trouble Master Yan, there should be no problem, right?"

"Don't dare to be it, King Zhoumian must not call me Master Yan, I'm ashamed!"

Although the cake has not yet been raised at this moment, the cake ball in the trough is as crystal clear, and the dappled sunlight penetrates the cake body, and Yan Xiang can see the flowers in the cake body......

'The flowers hide quietly in the crystals,

One by one, one by one, blooming with light,

My youth and my love are in these flowers,

If you add a few more spoonfuls of lard, that's right......

Lala, la, la......"

At this moment, Yan Xiang suddenly wanted to sing loudly, the beggar master was right, his opportunity had really arrived!

Therefore, sing and recite it, follow it with your hands and feet, and then hug it with your thighs!

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