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Xia Yu looked left and right, "Hey, where is that uncle?"

There were only two empty bowls on the table, the ramen and soup were wiped out, and the third ramen was still placed behind the counter, which Xia Yu specially left for himself to replenish his nutrition.

"Gone. ”

The old man lifted the curtain and walked into the storefront.

Xia Yu didn't bother, brought the third bowl of ramen he cooked, sat down casually, and devoured it.

"Ha ......"

After a few minutes of eating a bowl of noodles, my stomach was finally full. Xia Yu stretched his waist and was about to get up and go to the bath to sleep, when a cold voice came from the side: "What do you think of the beef ramen you made?"

The old man leaned against the door of the shop with his arms crossed, his face hidden in the darkness, and he could not see any expression.

“……”

Xia Yu pointed to the other two empty bowls and smiled, "I said, old man, you ate a portion of ramen, right?" You know very well how it tastes, hehe. ”

In the eyes of a foodie, it was the old man's ramen who lost.

In the magical state of cooking of the 'replica crystal', the dishes he finished were much more delicious than the original.

Not only does the ramen stand out in terms of its strength and texture, but also the flavor of the soup and the fusion of the various ingredients, which stabilize the old man's cuisine. Of course, Xia Yu knew that the old man had not done his best, and he couldn't estimate how much strength the old man had shown, anyway, he won a small game, and the grievances that had been oppressed all the year round finally found an outlet.

Hey, old man, you've lost!

It's as simple as that.

In fact, Xia Yu only dared to say the above sentence in his heart......

"When did you stinky boy steal the soup recipe for our Xia ramen?"

After a period of silence, the old man asked slowly, his face solemn.

"Stealing from school?" Xia Yu lowered his face, "Old man, can you be polite in your words." It's all from our Xia family, how can it be considered stealing? I ate it from the ramen you cooked, this kind of should be called comprehension! Comprehension understands, huh?"

"Can you make the recipe for the soup base?" the old man looked incredulous.

Xia Yu didn't talk nonsense at all, cleared his throat, and opened his mouth to read: "A fresh beef stick bone, a piece of fresh beef, 50 grams of Sichuan pepper, 50 grams of dried ginger peel, 20 grams of cumin, grass fruit and cinnamon, 15 grams of pepper, 10 grams of Sannai, 10 grams of meat coar, 5 grams of ginger, lemongrass, 3 grams of long pepper, and tangerine peel, star anise, sand kernel ......"

"It's a pot of soup base, and there are about 30 kinds of ingredients. ”

"If it is a cauldron used to open a store, the proportion of ingredients is 20% dried ginger, 18% Sichuan pepper, and 12% cumin......"

Before Xia Yu could finish speaking, he was stopped by the old man waving his hand.

"That's it!"

The old man turned around and walked into the back kitchen, "Come here!"

Xia Yu didn't know why, so he followed in, and the old man turned his back to him and put on an apron, "From today onwards, I will teach you how to cook." First of all, you need to learn all the signature dishes of the Chinese restaurant. ”

"No problem!"

In the past, Xia Yu must have been casually perfunctory and found an excuse to sneak back to the room to sleep, but now with the assistance of the kitchen god system, if the old man teaches him, wouldn't he be able to comprehend a lot of recipes?

I'm so excited just thinking about it, spring for foodies is coming!

"You're good at pastry, so let's start with pastry. ”

The old man took out the flour and was busy while explaining. Xia Yu listened attentively, much more serious than he looked like he was hanging at school.

Following.

Xia Yu, who was in the middle of the night after studying, woke up on time at eight o'clock in the morning, closed his eyes and couldn't sleep anyway, this was the first day of the summer, Xia Yu could only sigh and get up to wash.

There was movement in the narrow courtyard, after washing, standing on the corridor, Xia Yu found that the old man had gotten up early, and was in front of the antique stone mill in the yard like an old donkey dragging the grinding plate and babbling, exuding a fragrant white soybean milk, constantly flowing out of the grinding disc and into the wooden barrel.

Standing and watching for a while, Xia Yu planned to go up to help, but the old man suddenly let go of his hand, picked up the bucket of soy milk and walked back, "You fetch water and wash the grinding plate." ”

As he walked by, the old man commanded in his usual tone.

Is this making tofu or?

Xia Yu's mind was full of question marks.

The old man rarely makes his own tofu, and most of the tofu used in the dishes is bought from the shopping street outside, and Xia Yu is the character who runs errands. Full of sadness, I don't want to mention more.

Belch......

Thinking of the soybeans used to grind tofu, Xia Yu's face changed, and he hurriedly ran into the kitchen, last night he specially soaked a bucket of soybeans before going to bed, about 5 kilograms, these soybeans are ground and shelled, and after soaking for a few hours, they can be put on the grinding plate to grind out soy milk.

Needless to say, soy milk is definitely used to make water tofu. After all, he had just mastered the new recipe "Magic Mapo Tofu" in the Kitchen God System last night, and Xia Yu couldn't wait to practice cooking.

But the bucket of soybeans is gone!

"Old man......" he gritted his teeth as he looked at the busy figure in the kitchen, and the anger in his eyes disappeared strangely.

The old man was also making tofu, and he had already taken the bag made of tofu cloth, poured the soy milk from the bucket into the bag, and accumulated it vigorously, and the filtered soy milk juice flowed into another clean wooden barrel.

Each kilogram of soybeans is about 6 kilograms of water, so a bucket of 5 kilograms of soybeans can eventually be made into 30 kilograms of soybean milk, which is more than enough to fill a large wooden barrel. When Xia Yu cleaned the grinding plate and returned to the kitchen, he saw that the old man had boiled a large pot of soy milk.

On the kitchen counter next to it, there is some cooked gypsum powder.

The method of making tofu Xia Yu is still very clear, even if he didn't know it in his previous life, he has seen it in this life, and he has learned it when he sees the old man grinding beans and cooking soy milk.

Gypsum powder can be said to be the key to making tofu, without this material, soy milk cannot be coagulated.

"Water tofu or dried tofu?"

The old man made a gypsum slurry with a bowl of water, poured the slurry into a boiling pot, and asked back as he stirred.

"Water tofu!" Xia Yu replied without hesitation.

The old man pointed to the wooden pallets that were ready next to him, there were many such wooden pallets, stacked on top of each other, like steamers. Xia Yu knew what the old man meant, and hurriedly waited beside him with a wooden pallet.

The next step is the division of labor, the old man scoops the soy milk, Xia Yu holds the trays, these trays are wrapped in tofu cloth, and after being filled with soy milk, they are covered with a cloth and continue to the next plate.

A total of more than ten trays were loaded, and the soy milk in the pot bottomed out.

Wipe off your sweat. Xia Yu looked at the stacked wooden pallets and smiled.

After about half an hour, the water temperature cools and the tofu is formed.

With so many plates of tofu, enough for him to practice "Magic Mapo Tofu", he didn't believe that he couldn't make a glowing dish, and there were enough ingredients to splurge anyway.

The waiting process can't just stand, Xia Yu left the kitchen and went to the store to habitually wipe the tables and chairs.

Xia Yu is a little clean, so the shop has been spotless under his cleaning over the years, and the little strong that once appeared in the kitchen made Xia Yu go to the shopping street to buy several kinds of insecticides in one go, and finally let the kitchen calm after fighting for half a month, and there was no more corpse of unknown creatures.

Don't think that there are no cockroaches in Japan.

The climate here is hot and humid, which is especially suitable for insect growth. To put it mildly, Japanese cockroaches are bigger than domestic ones, Xia Yu heard about palm-sized cockroaches in the mouths of school friends, and his face turned white with fright, this Nima is Fukushima nuclear radiation pollution, right?