"Liu Mangjun, this is the recipe you want. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info," said Ida Huaishu as he pulled out a sealed page of the recipe from his arms.

"Thank you, Master. Liu Mang took the recipe and watched it carefully.

"Lao Beng Huaizhu, is this actually this dish?" Liu Mang exclaimed.

"Liu Mangjun, is this dish famous?" asked Ida Huaishu.

"Hmm. This is a very famous dish in China, according to the record of the "Waste Art Zhai Collection", the legend that when Cao Xueqin was alive, he had made a "old clam Huaizhu" for entertaining poor friends, the main ingredient is the soft-shelled turtle, the soft-shelled turtle is cut open when it is made, divided into two halves, like two sides of the mussel shell. Most of the practices of restaurants now are conjectured by later generations. I didn't expect it to be recorded in "Jinling Recipes"!"

"No wonder that old friend was willing to give it to me, it turns out that the main ingredient for this dish is soft-shelled turtle!" said Ida Huaishu with a smile.

"Oh, it's because you Dongying people don't eat soft-shelled turtles, right?" asked Five Eyes on the side.

"No, the Dongying people used to eat soft-shelled turtles, but they loved to eat very little, and they would do even less, and they usually drank blood and sashimi directly. ”

"Eat it raw, can it be delicious?" Liu Mang and Wuyan were both taken aback at the same time.

Soft-shelled turtle is not as good as fresh fish, its whole body bones account for more than half, the meat is relatively thick, and there is a strong fishy smell, without processing, it is completely impossible to eat.

"It's not delicious, so fewer and fewer people eat it, and now few people are willing to eat it. ”

"Master, you're here just in time today, I'm looking for someone to try the dishes. Liu Mang continued.

"Haha, that's a blessing. Ida laughed.

"Three days later, it will be the day of my showdown with Pingchuan Ran, and I am a little apprehensive. Liu Mang sighed.

"Isn't it, Liu Mangjun has always been full of confidence?"

"But this time it's different, I've never tasted the so-called 'soul cuisine' in Pingchuan Ran, but if it can be strictly banned by your Dongying government, it must have its uniqueness. ”

"Well, I tasted it once, and there's no denying it, it's unforgettable!" said Ida Huaishu.

"Master, have you tasted it once?" Liu Mang hurriedly asked.

"I can't tell. Ida Huaishu shook his head: "The taste of the dishes alone is not necessarily very good, but after tasting it, the whole person becomes inexplicably excited, as if the world has become gorgeous and colorful." ”

"That's not going to be easy. Liu Mang groaned: "Pingchuan Ran, who has definitely added something like marijuana and coca to the cuisine, which directly acts on the human brain! ”

"That's right!" Ida Huaishu affirmed: "But Liu Mangjun, you don't have to worry too much, everyone knows what the food in Pingchuan is all about, although it is delicious, but there are still many people who are very afraid." As long as your dishes are not too far apart, the judges will be on your side. ”

"I understand. Liu Mang nodded: "It's up to people to make things happen, it's up to heaven to make things happen, do your best." ”

"Brother Mang, why do you care about him so much, let's eat first and then talk about it. Wu Jing touched her stomach and said.

Today, in order to wait for Liu Mang's new dish, he and Wuyan deliberately did not eat lunch and dinner, and they have been hungry until now.

"Don't worry, I'm ready, soon. Liu Mang laughed, and then brought out a baking tray from under the stove.

"Hey, bamboo shoots, just this dish, that's enough to stuff your teeth!" Wu Jing protested.

"Of course not, I'll make one for you to taste, as long as you're not afraid to die. Liu Mang glanced at him and said.

"That's good!" Wu Jing became excited: "Buddha made an exception today and had a drink." ”

After speaking, Wu Jing ran to the bar counter in the hall, took a few bottles of sake, and beckoned, "Master, you can also drink some together." ”

"Good! good!" Ida nodded with a smile.

Liu Mang skewered the bamboo shoots with bamboo sticks, burned a charcoal fire, and directly put them on the fire to roast.

"Brother Mang, just roast it like this, it's tasteless!" Wu Jing said in surprise.

The bamboo shoots should have just been dug up, and the hemp skin shell on them had not been removed, as if they were still carrying dewdrops.

"Don't worry, there's something inside!" Liu Mang smiled mysteriously: "The two of you can bake it yourself, with the help of the master, you are not afraid of being baked, I will cook another dish." ”

"Understood!" Five-Eyes and Satoru replied, concentrating on turning over the bamboo shoots on the fire.

Liu Mang turned on the stove, put hot water in the pot, and then put a piece of blanched pork belly into the pot, add water, soy sauce, sugar, rice wine, green onions, ginger, boil and simmer slowly.

"Yes, is Brother Mang'er going to make braised pork? Wu Jing glanced over the stove, her eyes smiling.

"I'm not making braised pork. Liu Mang looked at the fire under the stove: "This is a pagoda meat." ”

"Pagoda meat? Not only Wu Jing and Five Eyes, but even Ida Huaishu shook his head.

After about fifteen minutes, Liu Mang lifted the lid of the pot, and the pork strips in the pot had a slight flavor, and the meat slices were soaked in sugar and soy sauce, dyed with a layer of crimson.

Then put in cold water, wait until the meat pieces are completely cooled, and then put Liu Mang in the refrigerator to freeze it.

"Cook it first and then freeze it? I don't understand it. Ida Huaishu said in surprise.

"Master, this dish is a great test of knife skills, and the purpose of me putting it in the refrigerator to freeze it is to cut it better, and it has nothing to do with the taste of the dish. Liu Mang said with a smile.

After the meat pieces were frozen a little hard in the refrigerator, Liu Mang took them out, took a quick knife, and began to cut them.

Liu Mang's cutting method is very special, starting from the side of the meat piece to move the knife, and then turning the meat piece, layer by layer.

"I see, this is the practice of 'gold medal buckle meat', right?" Ida saw it.

"That's right, but I just applied it, and it tasted completely different, and I added a lot of my own ideas to it. ”

"The ancients said that if you don't get tired of eating, you are not only talking about the exquisite selection of materials, but also the fine production. 'Gold Medal Button Pork' is a Chinese dish that I have always admired, because it not only reflects the taste of the moment, but also fully demonstrates the finesse of the chef's knife work. Ida nodded repeatedly.

The knife in Liu Mang's hand seemed to have spirituality, and as he turned, the piece of meat gradually shrank, turning into a belt several meters long and half a finger wide.

The meat is sliced, then folded back into its original shape, and finally the thumbs of both hands are squeezed into the middle of the meat block, and a boxy pagoda is completed.

At this time, the role of the knife is reflected, if the meat is uneven, the thickness is inconsistent, then the code is not a regular pagoda shape, if the middle is cut off, it will destroy the shape of the whole dish.