Mo Fei walked straight to the kitchen, opened the blue crystal cabinet, and calmly took out a few ingredients: winter bamboo shoots, chicken fir mushrooms, bamboo sunflowers, and flying dragons. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Look, Boss Mo also has the ingredients, exactly like his!" someone shouted out of excitement.

Yan Cuishan's mouth opened wide, a little unable to believe what he was seeing.

Winter bamboo shoots are easy to obtain in this season, but fresh chicken fir and bamboo sunflower are nowhere to be found. Even Situ Ma's chicken fir and bamboo sunflower are dried products, but Mo Fei took out the freshest ones, and they still have a mushroom fragrance.

Boss Mo is too good!

He Xuanxuan was stunned, and then his expression darkened, "Mo Fei, even if you choose the freshest ingredients, you can't win against your cousin, he has learned this dish since he was a child." ”

Situ Ma was very surprised when he saw it, and the use of fresh mushrooms to make this dish has a better taste and of course a more delicious taste. However, he didn't really care, after all, when he was cooking this dish, Mo Fei was still breastfeeding.

The fresh ingredients are not in the right way, and you still can't make a delicious [Pang Lin Xian].

[Pang Lin Xian], as the name suggests, is mainly around the word "fresh".

The ancients took the spring water as the soup, swept the bamboo leaves as the salary, dug the bamboo shoots as the vegetable, used lard as the base, directly boiled the umami of the bamboo shoots, sat on the ground, gulped it, the taste was endless, and what they wanted was the artistic conception that was integrated into nature and the unity of nature and man.

After the transformation of his grandfather Situ Yu, this dish added fresh ingredients such as chicken fir, bamboo sunflower and flying dragon, and the combination of meat and vegetables made the nutrition more reasonable, and the taste became fresher and fresher.

At this moment, the flying dragon in his pot is still boiling, and the chicken fir mushroom and bamboo sunflower are almost foaming. If the winter bamboo shoots have not been cut yet, if they are cut early, the surface of the winter bamboo shoots will be oxidized, the nutrients will be lost, and the taste will become much worse.

These are the details of cooking, and most chefs don't care much about it, thinking that preparing it early can save time, but don't you know that the taste of winter bamboo shoots has become completely different.

Here Mo Fei also began to prepare for cooking, and after cooking the dragon skeleton, he took out a bag out of nowhere and walked out the door.

"Boss Mo, what's in your bag?" Xiao Yan asked curiously.

Murphy smiled, "Oh, it's Bamboo Leaf. ”

"Bamboo leaves?"

Everyone present was stunned, what are you doing with bamboo leaves?

There is a big question mark written on the door of everyone's head.

Mo Fei did not stop, and walked until he walked outside the door to lay out the bamboo leaves and raise the fire.

The scene was a little chaotic, Chu Luo, Yu Xiaoyu and a few customers ran out to see, only to see Mo Fei roasting winter bamboo shoots, smoked by the flames, and there was a trace of white gas on the winter bamboo shoots.

"What kind of moth is Boss Mo doing?" Xiao Yan leaned on the window and watched.

Yan Cuishan couldn't hold it back, and stood next to him to watch, looking at it as if he had an understanding, "Boss Mo is too smart, how did he come up with it?"

"Ah, Elder Yan, what do you see again?" Xiao Yan asked with a glare.

"Genius's idea! You'll understand in a moment. Yan Cuishan replied lightly.

He Xuanxuan sat still, from the moment Mo Fei went out with bamboo shoots and bamboo leaves, she knew what he wanted to do, and the brows that had been frowning for a long time finally gradually eased, and the smile of the girl next door bloomed on her face again.

"This guy really has some ideas!"

The serious atmosphere of the game disappeared, and the room became chaotic. Situ Ma held his forehead and sighed: How can this guy have everything, even bamboo leaves.

He suddenly remembered the lush bamboo groves at the gate, and sighed again, "Sure enough, the location is convenient!"

Outside, the bamboo shoots quickly become swarthy after roasting, and there is a sweet smell of charcoal, but this is not enough. Mo Fei buried them in the ashes of the bamboo leaves. When the sparks were gone, they were pulled out again, and the winter bamboo shoots became smaller. He peeled it out next to each other, leaving only the tender yellow bamboo shoot core inside.

The spectators returned to the house, sat down obediently, and waited for a more exciting plot to arrive as if they were watching a movie.

In their hearts, Boss Mo's cooking is always unpredictable, unexpected and reasonable, it doesn't matter if you can't understand it temporarily, and when the mystery is revealed, there will always be a sense of satisfaction that the suspense has been solved.

Now that the soup stock is ready, scoop out a bowl and continue to soak the chicken fir mushrooms and bamboo sunflowers, and pour the rest into the pot and put in the bamboo shoots and simmer over low heat.

Soon, bubbles bubbled in the pot, and he successively put in chicken fir mushrooms and bamboo sunflowers, and cut the dragon meat pieces into it, and continued to cook over low heat.

On Mo Fei's side, the broth was also ready, and he took out a few pieces of bamboo, which really surprised everyone again.

"Boss Mo's guys are really endless, how did he figure it out?" Xiao Yan's eyes were fascinating, but his mouth was not idle.

"Well, another innovation......! This...... It's hard to tell the ......" Yan Cuishan was completely shocked by Mo Fei's actions.

"Hmph, what is difficult to understand, it is clear that my boss is superior!" Yu Xiaoyu couldn't listen to it, and retorted directly.

"Yes, now Murphy is better than him. He Xuanxuan continued to mend the knife.

Hearing what the little aunt said, Yan Cuishan's old face turned red, and he said with a wry smile: "Auntie, which one are you helping?"

He Xuanxuan's face tightened, revealing a cold look, and glanced at Yan Cuishan, "What is this and that, whose skills are outstanding and the dishes are delicious, where am I!"

As he spoke, the three bamboo tubes had been sealed, and Mo Fei put them into the steamer and steamed them on high heat.

When Situ Ma saw the bamboo tube appear, his heart suddenly tightened, this is like the first time he made this dish [Pang Lin Xian], he has clearly eaten the essence of this dish, which is more creative than his own practice, and is more in line with the gist of "Pang Lin".

Steamed in a bamboo tube, it is not only a "forest", but in fact, it has become one with the "forest", and has truly reached the realm pursuit of the ancients of "the unity of heaven and man".

In comparison, my own approach is too ordinary, too simple, and too uncreative!

Thinking of this, Situ Ma suddenly felt an alarm in his heart, "What's wrong with me? The game is not over yet, and he is about to beat me with his show-off skills! No, I won't lose!"

As the minutes ticked by, the two turned off the fire almost at the same time. Situ Ma quickly took it out and put it in a large porcelain bowl, the heat was thick and the fragrance was fragrant, worthy of the creation of the star master Sima Yu, just one breath of the aroma made people reverie.

Mo Fei also opened the seal and gently poured it into the porcelain basin, and a smell of extreme fragrance quickly rushed over, and everywhere he went, no one was shocked, and no one was saliva.

It is not a simple incense, there is a clear fragrance, soft fragrance, meat fragrance, sweet fragrance, and the fresh and tender fragrance of chicken fir fungus and bamboo sunflower. After the strange fragrance has passed, the fragrance of bamboo spreads up again, and penetrates into people's lungs little by little.

On a cold night, smelling the smell and hearing the barking of dogs in the distance, the restaurant fell silent.

Everyone seems to have entered a leisurely thought, the sun-dried quilt with the smell of sunshine, there are small people hiding inside, and they also hear the distant barking of dogs outside, and in the dim light, the mother is busy with tomorrow morning's meal.

That's right, the nose seems to smell the aroma of food, although the food is ordinary, but the memory has been engraved in everyone's genes, and it can never be erased or forgotten.

It wasn't until Mo Fei brought the pot of [Pang Lin Xian] that everyone woke up from their thoughts. Yan Cuishan was already in tears, he remembered his mother who had passed away, and he would never cook for him again......

Two copies of [Pang Lin Xian] are placed in front of everyone, and they are equal in appearance, but as long as they smell it, everyone already knows it in their hearts.

After tasting it, Xiao Yan almost softened, he pointed to Mo Fei's pot and said to Situ Ma: "This is [Pang Lin Xian], I don't recognize the others!"