(Girls' Literature)

Making braised beef noodles, the most time-consuming is the part of braised beef, Bao Ruwen does it, thirty minutes, it is already super fast, but Su Ruotong said that he can do it in fifteen minutes, it is simply impossible! But who made her Su Ruotong, others can't handle it, she can do it.

Bao Ruwen didn't want everyone to wait longer, so he nodded to Su Ruotong: "Okay, Miss Su, let's do it together." ”

The two followed Charlie and Jill to the kitchen, the Chinese kitchen is still very different from the Western kitchen, at least, many spices are not the same at all. If you want to do this in China, green onions, ginger and garlic, star anise, grass fruits, and dark soy sauce are indispensable, and there is no shortage here.

This is difficult for Bao Ruwen, without this material, it can replace other materials, Charlie has not used these foreign materials in the kitchen, and he Bao Ruwen has also pondered for a long time.

Over there, Su Ruotong had already picked the beef and said to Bao Ruwen: "Master Bao kneaded the noodles and cooked the noodles, and I will make the beef." ”

Beef noodles are delicious or not, noodles are one thing, and beef also plays a big role. This dish looks simple, but in fact, no matter from the perspective of ingredients or staple food, the requirements are actually very strict, and if there is a slight difference, the taste will be different.

Bao Ruwen's years of hard work have not been in vain, he smiled at Su Ruotong, scooped a spoonful of noodles, tested the water absorption with a little water, and began to work with great fanfare.

Jill watched from the sidelines, amazed.

They serve pasta, bread, biscuits and other staple foods in the restaurant, but basically there are no handmade noodles, all of them are made by machine. He said to Charlie, "Oh my God, Charlie, do you want to tell this old man all his life that we have a noodle machine." ”

"The noodle machine is too slow. Moreover, this Mr. Bao likes to cook by hand, and believe me, the noodles he makes are only better than those made by the noodle machine. ”

Bao Ruwen's arms are thick and powerful, and with the exclusive kneading technique taught to him by Su Ruotong, the noodles are ready in just seven or eight minutes, and the wisps of noodles are like soft silk threads, which are hung on Bao Ruwen's fingers in a hurry, although they are handmade, but the thickness is completely consistent, and there is a kind of beauty that cannot be produced by machine noodles.

Jill eyes are straight, no wonder Bao Ruwen wants to knead the noodles by hand, not to mention anything else, this speed is not comparable to the machine, the machine they bought is already the most advanced version in the world, but if you want to knead noodles similar to Bao Ruwen's kneading, it takes at least half an hour.

"Let's go!" Bao Ruwen raised his hand and threw the noodles into the boiling pot.

Over there, Su Ruotong was standing in front of a pressure cooker, waiting quietly, the work she did was the simplest, a little water, a piece of beef, and a few inexplicable ingredients from the chefs, thrown into the pot together, and then turned on the maximum pressure gear, and selected two kinds of fresh herbs to chop, and adjusted the pressure gear a few times in the middle, and there was no side action, everyone had no interest in her, and they were all stunned by Bao Ruwen's fancy techniques.

But Bao Ruwen knew that these ghost chefs would soon regret their intestines.

If they have a little heart just now, carefully watch how Su Ruotong does it, remember the steps and ingredients and the ratio of ingredients, and they will be able to have an heirloom beef recipe. Compared with the various dishes taught to them by Su Ruotong, there are too few of them that can be mass-produced without brains.

The clock jumped to the thirteenth minute, and the noodles in the pot immediately started. On Su Ruotong's side, the lid of the pressure cooker was also opened.

As the lid gently lifts a small slit, a pungent aroma spreads through the kitchen.

"What smell?" Jill's body froze suddenly! he was even a little wary of the aroma, and turned around vigilantly to look in the direction where the smell came from.

The lid of the pot was completely opened, and Su Ruotong used a clip to pick out the beef inside.

The beef is just right, not old and tender, and the braised soup is dripping and sticking to the beef pieces, which also makes up for the beef. Unlike the braised beef, which is slightly dull and sauce-colored in China, its color is authentic rose and bright red, and it looks beautiful like a ruby.

"Oh my God, the color of this beef is so beautiful. ”

"The taste is too good. ”

All the French chefs in the kitchen looked at it, and the pupils of different colors carried the same amazement and shock.

Su Ruotong has already raised the knife in his hand, and cut the meat into thin beef slices like cicada wings in a few clicks, this time the braised beef is extremely perfect, the soup is densely packed in the beef, after cutting, the beef inside is also full of juice, slices of beef, moist and seemingly stained with honey petals.

Bao Ruwen lined up several deep plates containing noodles and noodle soup, and the noodles were cooked, but they were still unmessy, and they were coiled into beautiful silver silk nests, lying on the bottom of the plates, beautiful and cute. Next to these plates, there is also a plate with blanched greens.

I saw Su Ruotong pick up the clip, shook it slightly, and quickly brought up an afterimage, and in an instant, above the face, there were more blooming roses, which were clearly made of beef slices cut by Su Ruotong. I saw her pick up the greens and herbs, and swing them at will, and they became branches under the roses, adding beauty to this side.

Su Ruotong calmly put on asbestos gloves and took out the pot of the pressure cooker that everyone ignored next to him, and there was a little shallow braised beef soup in it.

Holding the pot in one hand and a small spoon in the other, Su Ruotong poured the soup into the noodle soup little by little.

The noodle soup is a slightly white clear soup, and after the thick soup reaches the noodle soup, it slowly sinks to the bottom, but the shape has not changed much.

The entire kitchen was so quiet that the chefs couldn't believe what they were seeing.

This is no longer just cooking, it is already a cooking performance, and this young lady completely treats cooking as an art.

Jill looked at Su Ruotong's silhouette full of mysterious oriental beauty, and confirmed that the champion of this global cooking competition must be none other than this young lady!

Fourteen and a half minutes, all the noodles are ready.

Su Ruotong stretched out her jade-white fingers and said in French, which was not particularly proficient: "It's already possible!"

Bao Ruwen looked at the stunned devils next to him, and his heart was refreshed! In the past, every time he watched Miss Su cook, he was stupid like this, and now he sees others like this, but he has already crossed that step, and his heart is bubbling with beauty.

Holding the plates, Bao Ruwen first ate the beef noodles to the people they came, and there were only two plates left in the back kitchen.

Jill stared at the art-like noodles on the plate, stunned and didn't know how to eat, he ran to the kitchen door and decided to observe how the group of Chinese people treated such a magical delicacy.

Seeing the front, Li Hongxing looked at the noodles on the plate, and said slowly: "The container for the rice is not right, you should use a wide-mouth bowl, preferably a thin fetal bone china, hold it outside, and you can see the finger shadow inside, otherwise the pure black bowl will work, this kind of plate is not good!"

"Come on, you, if I cook it for you, you can open your mouth and eat, Lao Tzu, this is French braised beef noodles! Don't pick bones in eggs, in this devil's kitchen, the pudding bowl that can be used as a bowl is such a big wine cup, do you need it?" Bao Ruwen grumbled. He also knows that this plate is not easy to make, but there must be a good one.

Li Hongxing shut up at this time, when he went abroad, it was not good, it was inconvenient for anything, forget about this bowl, eat a meal, and he didn't even have chopsticks.

He shook his head, took a fork and stirred the noodles, the originally neatly arranged beef flowers and noodles, vegetables, and the bottom of the glittering braised soup decorations, all mixed together, the noodle soup became crimson, taking advantage of the snow-white noodles, steaming hot, not to mention how tempting, Li Hongxing opened his mouth and took a bite, delicious! It is a little different from the domestic beef noodles, with some foreign flavor, but in general, the food is braised beef noodles. Bao Ruwen's noodles are also well made, with the right amount of softness and hardness, which is the best fit for their appetite to continue to soothe after these long journeys.

The movements of the remaining few people are similar, just stirring three times and two times, eating in large bites.

Jill standing at the door was stupid, these people treated this plate of noodles so ungodly! Although he also knew that it was his own restaurant, and the dishes were served beautifully, and the guests would of course lose their shape in a few clicks in order to eat, but in the face of the noodles made by Su Ruotong, he didn't dare to have any blasphemy.

Back in the back kitchen, several chefs were staring at the beef noodles, one by one.

There are also two bowls of noodles, one for Gil and the other for them to try.

Jill looked at the noodles, ruthlessly, took out a fork, and stirred one of the plates twice, the noodles were mixed with vegetables and meat, and the cooks around him made gasping sounds, and their thoughts were similar to Jill's.

"Let's divide it, everyone. Jill didn't eat alone, and said as he picked up the plate of noodles that were no longer as sacred.

"What about the rest of the plate?" asked one chef.

"Bernard is coming over in a moment, and this plate is left to him. Jill said.

Bernard is the majority shareholder of the restaurant, which was passed down from his grandfather's father, and Jill makes this decision, so no one else will say anything. They each shared a small bowl of noodles, and Gil tried to be as fair as possible, giving each of them meat, noodles, soup, and vegetables.

Almost like a whirlwind, everyone ate their food, except for one person, a young chef who had only been on the job for a short time.

He looked at the small plate in front of him in a daze, motionless, and suddenly said, "Jill, I want to take a leave of absence!" I must give this dish to my mother, she has been sick for a long time, and has no appetite, I think, she will like this dish. ”

"Go!" said Jill with emotion, unable to refuse his men's request. This beef noodle soup is even more soothing than the cream stew he tasted during his trip to Japan, and it really tastes like a warm feeling from the tip of the tongue to the inside of the body, radiating warmth layer by layer, just like a desperate traveler walking alone in a cold night blizzard, suddenly seeing a warm light hut in front of him......

Jill's eyes moistened, this kind of food is what all chefs should pursue, food is not only to fill the stomach, but also should be the chef's sublimation of cooking skills, understanding of life, food, is the work of their souls to communicate with diners.

At this moment, he felt a deep awe and curiosity in his heart about the strange land of China.