In the end, it seems that everything is prepared.

When Zhou Dong walked into this courtyard, he smelled the aroma of fried sauce,

Fresh and salty, appetizing, it is already about four o'clock in the afternoon, it seems that the merchant has prepared a chef for him, this chef is also quite interesting, not preparing any big fish and meat, but a very classic old Kyoto fried noodles.

"Yes, I used an aged noodle sauce, at least three years or more, I had white hair, and the taste was sour and fragrant.

This sauce must use enough oil, preferably one-third of sesame oil and soybean oil, first fry it on a rapid fire, and then turn to slow heat and slowly stir until the oil is sucked into the sauce, to the extent that the oil and sauce are not distinguished.

Wait, this sauce is not only three or five years......?

With Zhou Dong's knowledge, his eyes were actually bright, and he was drooling because of the fried sauce made with old sauce, and his stomach also gurgled with him, and he didn't have time to think about it in his mind, so he directly told Shang Qingxiong what he taught, and he was like a stupid dumbfounder.

"I'll go, Lao Zhou, do you want to be so upright?"

Shang Qingxiong looked at Zhou Dong with wide eyes, and said in his heart, "Why don't you turn a corner, how can you give it like this?

Chun Bo was also stunned, looked at Zhou Dong, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahaha, I understand what Chef Zhou meant, these words are probably taught by Qingxiong, right?"

Shang Qingxiong waved his hand again and again: "Uncle Chun, why do you think like this, do you think I am this kind of person?"

"You kid don't have to play tricks, I don't care if you mean it.

Your grandfather said that he has been busy in the past few days and has not had time to meet Chef Zhou, so these days I will let you accompany Chef Zhou to live in this small courtyard and take him to see more of the customs of Kyoto......"

Shang Qingxiong was overjoyed when he heard it: "That's okay, originally I didn't like to do this kind of thing to accompany people, but since it was explained by my grandfather, I can only reluctantly embarrass it." ”

"You kid......"

Chun Bo glared at him, turned his head and said to Zhou Dong again: "Time is in a hurry, and the merchants have always been thrifty, but they haven't prepared any big fish and meat for Chef Zhou.

Today, I've prepared old Kyoto's fried noodles for you, and it's a little simpler, so why don't you fill your stomach first?"

Zhou Dong smiled and said: "Uncle Chun, you are too demanding, if the fried noodles made by the thirty-year-old Bai case are still called simple, then is there any so-called food in this world?"

"Haha, it is worthy of being the king of Zhou noodles, my old Xing knows that my fried noodles are made for the king of Zhou noodles to eat, so the sword is given to the strong man.

However, I would like to ask King Zhou Mian a question, how do you know that I have 30 years of experience in white cases? This is very strange. ”

With the words, a fat man with a white skirt came out of the small kitchen in the west wing.

Looking at the faint hair color under the kitchen hat, he should be forty or fifty years old, but it is unclear whether it is forty or fifty, because the face is rounded by fat, without a trace of wrinkles, and he can't see the wind and frost of the years.

"Kyoto Bai case Xing Daoming, but I have admired the name of the king of Zhou for a long time. ”

The fat man grinned, and his face was full of intimacy.

To be honest, when Zhou Dong first won the title of face king, he was actually very unconvinced, and he thought about going to Chudu to compete with this 'junior'.

But Zhou Dong's later actions amazed him, not to mention winning the international gold medal with a white case background, he could also enter the eyes of Cangyan Mountain by brewing a wine, not to mention that Ling Zhenfeng went to Chudu, and when he came back, he solemnly recommended Zhou Dong to the above.

When did a chef from a white case in China ever achieve such an honor?

Xing Daoming didn't feel a little upset about this young man, but as soon as this young man came, he became the leader of the national banquet white case, which still made him a little sour, so he thought of coming up with a small question to test Zhou Dong, and now it seems that people are not stumped by him......

Chun Bo said with a smile: "Master Xing is also a member of the National Banquet Bai Case Team now, and he is still Chef Zhou's subordinate."

Chef Xing also served the old man before, and I heard that Chef Zhou was coming today, and he took the initiative to ask Ying to make a pot of fried noodles for you, hehe. ”

Zhou Dong felt something in his heart, and looked at Xing Daoming thoughtfully: "Master Xing is so polite, how can I be embarrassed by this?"

"You're welcome, you're welcome, King Zhou Mian is the pride of our people in the white case, shouldn't I be all right?"

Xing Daoming smiled and said, "You haven't answered me yet, how can you see that I have more than 30 years of experience in white cases?"

Zhou Dong said: "If you want to say that I guessed, Master Xing, do you believe it?"

"If you say that, then I'm sure I'll believe it, but I know it's not. ”

"Haha, then I'll just say it. ”

Zhou Dong thought for a while and said: "At first, when I smelled the aroma of fried sauce, I preliminarily judged that this must be more than three years old sauce, but just now, I smelled it carefully. ”

"How?"

"Hehe, it's more than three years......

The flavor of this sauce is strong and sour, and it is the flavor that can only be found after it has been fully fermented, and Kyoto's dry climate makes it easy to make sauce, but to achieve this effect, it is not possible to achieve this effect in three years, five years, or even ten or eight years.

I heard that in the late Qing Dynasty, the eunuchs in the palace made 'fire sauce',

That sauce can be said to be unintentional, the best of which were forgotten by the eunuchs in the fire tank, and were later discovered by the revolutionary army, no one can tell the year.

Later, some experts judged that it was more than five years, and some even judged that it was ten years, but in fact, it was not, and it was possible to give birth to white hair half a foot thick, and there was no need to think about it for twenty years!"

Zhou Dong looked at Xing Daoming and said: "If it is made and preserved properly, the old sauce that is more than 20 years old is not impossible to achieve, but this sauce is not something that everyone can use well, when frying the sauce, you must use a large pot with more oil, and the big spoon is churning.

Also, like this time-old sauce, it must be paid attention to by the person who made the sauce at all times in order to be properly preserved, and the fireproof sauce forgotten by the eunuchs is just an example, if it is not discovered at the right time, it will be scrapped.

It can be seen that this sauce has to be a many years old sauce made by Master Xing himself!

I've also synthesized all kinds of information and guessed for 30 years, and now I really guessed correctly?"

"Good guy......" Xing Daoming was stunned, looked at Zhou Dong for a long time and didn't speak, and finally sighed leisurely: "Yes!

Shang Qingxiong almost didn't spit it out when he heard it next to him, and couldn't help asking, "Old Zhou, Master Xing, are you kidding?"

Thirty years of sauce, can you still eat it......?

Zhou Dong and Xing Daoming didn't pay attention to him, you are a good mallet! Thirty years of noodle sauce is not something you can eat if you want to, it is called the king of sauce! Ordinary people can smell it, it can be regarded as a blessing!

Zhou Dong looked at Shang Qingxiong: "If you don't like to eat, your share will be mine?"

"Don't, I'm not stupid, how can I let go of the good things that you have to swallow saliva?

I'm out of the way, let alone thirty years, I dare to eat fifty years!"

"Hehe, Chef Zhou, then please sit down here, and I'll bring you the sauce and noodles. ”

Xing Dao understood Shang Qingxiong at a glance, and said in his heart, you really dare to say that I would be willing to take out the fifty-year-old sauce for you to eat?

He didn't even let Uncle Chun, this sauce is one bite less, King Zhou is naturally qualified to eat, and if someone else comes to chew peonies, he is really distressed.