Although Su's Catering has been busy formulating new autumn recipes recently, business is still doing it, and it is almost time to prepare for the opening in the evening.

Li Hongxing pretended to be pretending to instruct his apprentices to go to the warehouse to move vegetables, and he smiled and approached Su Ruotong who was left behind.

"Miss Su, you should go to Xinhai University to study this fall!"

Su Ruotong searched the memories of his predecessor and nodded: "Yes." ”

"Xinhai University is a good school! I heard that the start of this year's freshmen school is September 20th, which is a little later than in previous years, Miss Su has nothing to do with coming to the kitchen to play more, we old bones, we rarely see young people. Li Hongxing smiled kindly.

"Master Li, don't you look down on chrysanthemums too?" Su Ruotong raised her good-looking but expression-like face, and suddenly asked Li Hongxing.

Li Hongxing was a little embarrassed, how could he answer well?

It's not that a family doesn't enter the door, although Bao Ruwen and Bao Xiaoxin left, but the big apprentice led by Bao Ruwen is still listening in this kitchen with his ears stunned, this grandson is like Bao Ruwen.

said that he didn't like chrysanthemums, wouldn't this slap Su Ruotong in the face, but if he said he liked it, Bao Ruwen's eldest apprentice would be sued for a while. Li Hongxing didn't want to offend anyone, and his heart was panicked!

It just so happened that a few elementary school students came in with several baskets of vegetables in a big cart.

There are a few dishes in the restaurant that are made with tofu, and the daily order volume is very large, and the consumption is naturally not small.

It is not pressure-resistant, and it is not easy to seal and preserve, it is packed in a box, placed on the top layer of the cart, white and bright, and it trembles and shakes again and again as the cart moves, as if it will break into pieces at any time.

Su Ruotong walked over, didn't say a word, scooped up a piece of tofu, and put it on the board.

Li Hongxing's eyes flickered, and before he could come back to his senses, he saw that Su Ruotong had already taken the thick-backed knife on the board, and pulled out a snowy knife flower.

Knock knock......

The continuous chopping sound is very rhythmic, one by one seems to be connected, but you can hear the subtle intervals between them, they are completely consistent, consistent to a limit, people can't help but revel just listening to this rhythm.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, Li Hongxing hadn't seen clearly how Su Ruotong's little hand, which was tender and white and not weaker than tofu, moved, and the piece of tofu was cut by her.

Looking at the tofu on the board, Li Hongxing couldn't help but rub his eyes.

He obviously saw Su Ruotong slashing at the tofu countless times, and even the tail of the knife was still slashed on the board, making a sound, but when the tofu looked at it, it was clear that it was still as if it had not moved, and it was standing on it as good as before.

"This ......," Li Hongxing wondered.

At this time, Su Ruotong stretched out a finger and gently touched the top of the tofu, only to see that the whole piece of tofu fell apart.

It is split into nine pieces of equal size, each piece has half a finger length, this is not over, I saw that after the tofu was divided into nine parts, the upper part was actually spread out into a chrysanthemum-like, a wisp, connected from the root, the most wonderful thing is that those chrysanthemum petal-shaped tofu silks, each one is as thin as a hair, thin and transparent.

This scene made Li Hongxing's eyes wide!

His mind involuntarily remembered a scene from a long time ago, a memory that he thought he had forgotten.

That was eighteen years ago, and he had just come to Su's kitchen as an apprentice for a few days. That day, Su Qiuhong drank a little wine, shouted that his mouth was dry, and he wanted to eat some cold dishes to press it, so he scooped up a piece of tofu on the board.

"I'll cut it all over again! Su Qiuhong lazily carried the kitchen knife and said.

In the kitchen, whether it was the master who was stir-frying or the junior apprentice who was sweeping the floor, they all stopped what they were doing, motionless, and stared closely at the movements of Su Qiuhong's men.

They all know that Su Qiuhong's first-hand skills are not passed on, but if he cooks in the kitchen and is seen to learn something, Su Qiuhong will not care. Today is a great opportunity.

For a while, the originally noisy kitchen seemed to be magical, it became extremely quiet, people even held their breathing, no one cared about the half-fried dishes, the gas stove was closed one by one, no one dared to make a sound, no one dared to move, time froze, only everyone's eyes - Su Qiuhong's hands - became the center of the whole world.

Knock knock......

The familiar sound of chopping vegetables has passed through eighteen years, revealing from Li Hongxing's vague memory, corresponding to the scene in front of him.

He even recalled more because of this - the shredded tofu cut by Su Qiuhong was also so fine, and the thin was already transparent. The only difference is that Su Qiuhong's tofu shreds are all over the end, while Su Ruotong's tofu is still connected at the bottom and can be scattered into chrysanthemums.

Such a delicate and fast knife technique, only to watch once, and no one to explain, naturally no one can learn.

The plate of shredded tofu was simply poured by Su Qiuhong with a spoonful of light soy sauce, a few drops of sesame oil, and feasted, and the few remaining sticks at the bottom of the plate could not be clamped, and they were secretly scraped by the people in the kitchen, and they tried to wear the needle.

Li Hongxing's throat was loose, he kept swallowing his saliva, and looked at the chrysanthemum tofu in front of him, as if he was stupid.

"Master Li, how much do you think your chrysanthemum tofu is worth?" Su Ruotong said lightly: "Isn't it as good as a Buddha jumping over the wall?"

"It's comparable, of course it's comparable!" Li Hongxing blurted out without thinking about it.

In the 80s, when money was still used as money, someone in the capital offered him 100,000 yuan for a table and asked him to cook, but he was stunned and did not move. People with such skills, even if they make some radish and cabbage, it is more expensive than the seafood pile.

"What is the current market price of Buddha jumping over the wall, this plate of tofu is as much as the price, tonight, recommend it to the guests who should recommend it. From tomorrow onwards, I will come every night to cook a dish as a precursor to the fall new dishes until the fall new dishes are fully launched. ”

Su Ruotong said as she took out a thin white porcelain plate that was as white as jade, and she didn't know how she used a kitchen knife to pick it up, so she put the nine balls of tofu on it separately, and the tofu was not damaged at all.

She looked at the spice rack, slowly took down a bottle of light soy sauce, took another bottle of sesame oil, poured it on it at will, and pushed the plate to Li Hongxing: "Even the plate is chilled together, take it out at night." ”

Li Hongxing nodded like pounding garlic and watched Su Ruotong leave the kitchen.

He held this plate of tofu, the tofu was like white chrysanthemum, the sauce was as black as ink, so distinct, with an indescribable wonderful charm, in the air, there was a subtle and sweet smell of tofu and soy sauce intertwined, so that he didn't dare to come out, for fear of blowing away this unknown atmosphere!

Somehow, he felt the urge to cry.