The meat filling was reconciled, and Liu Mang and Lin Xiao began to make wontons. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wontons are called many names in China, and Shu is called copying hands. Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Guangdong are called wontons, and there are also called bun noodles, flat meat, wrapping, clear soup, and ququ.

There are also subtle differences in the way they are called, for example, the skin of the hand is a little thicker than that of a wonton, and the amount of meat filling is also smaller.

Now the wrapping method used by Lin Xiao and Liu Mang is the wrapping method in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Guangdong.

This wrapping method is fast, use a chopstick to pick the filling, pick the filling and put it into the wonton skin in the palm of your hand, twist it, and a wonton will be wrapped, which takes no more than a second or two.

Put the wrapped wontons into a colander made of bamboo strips, gently shake them in a pot of boiling water, and add cold water three times during the cooking process, and go through the so-called 'three sinkings and three floats' to ensure that they are cooked.

Put the cooked wontons in a sea bowl with a soup base, pour a spoonful of piping hot broth, and sprinkle a few chopped green onions.

"Mr. Liu Mang, are you done?" Sato Shuzhong, who had been staring at him, quickly stood up and asked eagerly.

"Well, it's done. Send it to your father to taste. Liu Mang nodded and replied.

"Really...... Can it really work?" said Hidenaka Sato, looking at the bowl of wontons in front of him.

This bowl of wontons is very ordinary, with a slightly cloudy soup base, with only a few green onions sprinkled on top and a few drops of sesame oil, and there is nothing particularly surprising about it.

When you smell it lightly, the aroma is not very outstanding, and if you look left and right, this is a bowl of ordinary wontons from a street shop.

"Mr. Liu Mang, is there anything special about this bowl of wontons?" asked Shunaka Sato.

"Nothing special, it's just a normal bowl of ravioli. Liu Mang shook his head and replied.

"There must be some secret, such as the ingredients are special, or there are some special recipes or something. ”

"It doesn't seem to be. Liu Mang shook his head again.

"Okay. At this point, Sato Shuzhong can only gamble, it's a big deal to provoke his father to get angry again and splash the wontons on his face.

"See, the show is coming!" said Eisuke Ita with some schadenfreude.

"I've been disappointed again and again, I'm afraid that the anger of the adults will get bigger and bigger. Koheijiro thought to himself.

"Father, the Chinese chef's wonton is ready, you can try it. Lieutenant Lieutenant Sato brought the wonton to the table with a nervous expression.

The old man sat up, picked up the spoon and stirred it in the bowl, then scooped up a ravioli.

"Look at this, the Elder will definitely vomit right away. Said a man standing at the edge of the room.

"Yes! It's going to be thunderous rage again!" the man next to him chimed in, clenching his arms in fear.

"Zila!" the wonton on the spoon was gently sucked into the old man's mouth.

There was silence in the room, and everyone except Liu Mang and Lin Xiao became nervous.

The old man swallowed the wonton in his mouth, his wrinkled face stretched out, his eyes glowed, he smacked his mouth, and immediately picked up another wonton with a spoon.

"Father-sama, father-sama, does this smell?" said Hidenaka Sato, who had been hiding a little far, stepped forward and asked cautiously.

"This is it!" the old man nodded slightly.

"Really...... Really?" said Sato, with some disbelief.

"That's right! that's what it tastes like!" said the old man, picking up the spoon and swallowing it in a big gulp.

In just one minute, a bowl of wontons was drunk by him to the point that there was no soup base left.

"Ha! it's so delicious!" the old man burped in satisfaction, and slammed the bowl on the table: "Mr. Chef, can you serve me another bowl?"

"No problem!" Liu Mang snapped his fingers and immediately got busy. It didn't take much effort, and another bowl of wontons was sent to the old man.

This time, the old man ate very slowly, as if he was carefully reminiscing about the taste in his mouth.

Everyone in the room looked at the old man with a dull expression.

After eating this bowl of wontons, the old man picked up the spoon and sang in an old voice while tapping the edge of the bowl.

"What is he singing about?" Liu Mang pulled Lin Xiao's sleeve and asked quietly.

"I can probably understand a little, this song is an old song that is widely sung by Dongying. The status in the hearts of Dongying people is probably similar to the song "Farewell" by Li Shutong in our hearts. Lin Xiao replied.

After singing the song, the old man put down the spoon, sighed faintly, and then slowly closed his eyes and remained silent.

Eisuke Ita rubbed his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it: "Father...... Father is in tears?"

That's right! On the old man's old face, two lines of muddy tears slowly flowed down from the corners of his eyes.

"Show in the ......" After half a sound, the old man opened his eyes and shouted.

"I'm here, Father. ”

"It's really troublesome Mr. Chef this time. The old man nodded slightly at Liu Mang.

"When I first came to the United States from Dongying, I was in a very difficult situation, and I had to go hungry and slash people in the streets. The only enjoyment is to go to the wonton stall on the street every day before going to bed and eat such a bowl of wontons. What a good taste! I can finally taste it again today, and even if I die now, I have no regrets. It was an unforgettable time! It's really nice to be young!"

After speaking, Lao Tzu leaned on the pillow and closed his eyes again, as if he had fallen deeply into the memory.

"Master Liu Mang, thank you very much!" Sato Shunaka walked over and bowed deeply to Liu Mang.

"Thank you very much!" Everyone in the room, including Eisuke Ita and Jiro Koheira, also bent down deeply towards Liu Mang.

"Uh...... As long as Mr. Hidechu Sato keeps his promises, it will be fine. ”

"Of course there is no problem! From today onwards, not only Los Angeles, but also other cities in the United States, as long as there is a place in the Yamaguchi-gumi, will escort Master Liu Mang! Anyone who dares to target you will be the enemy of the Yamaguchi-gumi!"

"Oh, then we'll say goodbye!" Lin Xiao's hanging heart finally let go.

"Okay, I'll send you back myself. ”

"Lao Liu, now you can say it, why can you make a familiar taste for the old man?" Sitting in the car going back, Lin Xiao asked.

"It's very simple, it's monosodium glutamate! The old man was still a gangster, and he ate the wontons that were put in the flavor for a long time. Later, when the old man became rich step by step, he no longer had to go to that kind of roadside stall. But he is used to eating wontons with MSG, and no matter how good others make, it is not the same taste as it was back then. ”

"And what did you put in the soup in the first place?"

"Well, it's this. Liu Mang took out a few green grains the size of beans from his pocket and handed them to Lin Xiao: "This is what I picked up in the garden of the owner of the wonton stall, and it should be bred from the seeds that the boss brought from China." The slightly spicy taste in the mouth, but a little sweet in the aftertaste, must come from this. ”

"Mountain pepper?" Lin Xiao carefully distinguished, as if he had a big understanding.

Mountain pepper is a plant endemic to China, also known as wild pepper and bay leaves.

Although the name contains the word pepper, it is different from the common white pepper and black pepper on the market, and it is completely different from the two plants.

Its taste is not as spicy as pepper, but it is the same as Sichuan pepper, and it has a special smell after the numbness, which is similar to cool oil.

"Although we have a good relationship, I still can't help but be jealous of you now! This kind of talent is inevitably too perverted!"