"Hey!" the old man sighed, as if he had lost hope in it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Master Liu Mang, please!" said Sato Shuzhong as he helped the old man lie down again.

"Okay. Liu Mang stood up and walked to the stove that had been prepared for Kikumaru Masao just now.

"Need help?" Lin Xiao leaned over.

"Well, you can help make the wontons later, and I'll make the filling and soup base. Liu Mang pointed to the instant wonton wrappers in the plastic bag and said.

"Lao Liu, are you really going to use these ingredients to make wontons!" Lin Xiao used the vacuum packaging bag to cut open the wontons, sniffed with his nose, and asked.

For the picky Lin Xiao, the wonton wrappers in front of him are obviously made of ordinary flour and then pressed by a machine, and in terms of texture and taste, they are definitely not as good as those hand-rolled by themselves.

"I didn't say it when I came, this president doesn't really care if the wontons are good or not, but just wants to find the time he has passed. ”

"Cut! Could it be that the time that has passed is very cheap, can't it be more delicious?" Lin Xiao picked up the pork filling again and looked at it, even more disgusted.

Pork is obviously not a good pork, and the ratio of fat to lean is not quite right, so it will definitely be very chai in the mouth.

"Let's put it this way, there are things that are deeply rooted in memory that are hard to replace with something else. Especially the taste and smell, although it is difficult to recall, and you can't even describe what it is like, once opened, it is easy to break the shackles of time. ”

"When you say it, I think of something. When I was about five or six years old, my own father had just passed away, and the conditions at home were not very good, and I slept on a kind of spring bed, covered with the kind of quilt that someone had to make. Every time it's sunny, my mom likes to take out the quilt and expose it to the sun, and I especially like the smell of the quilt. But it's strange that when I grew up, I took out the quilt to dry, but it was gone. ”

Speaking of this, Lin Xiao sighed and paused: "Until I came to New York this time, the room arranged by Zhou Lao was a little damp, and then one day I put the quilt on the balcony and exposed it all day, and came back to sleep at night, guess what?"

"I must have smelled what I liked when I was a kid. Liu Mang smiled.

"That's right!" Lin Xiao nodded: "At that time, my tears fell as soon as I was 'swooped', and I instantly remembered my mother and the days I spent when I was a child. I immediately called my mom and we talked for three hours. ”

"Do you know where that taste comes from?"

"How did you get here?"

"That's the smell of mites left after being exposed to the sun and scorching the corpses, and then you are in good condition and love to be clean, of course there is no one on the quilt. ”

"I'm dizzy, when you say that, I feel extremely cold!" Lin Xiao hugged his shoulders: "I always thought that it was the smell of sunshine!"

"Therefore, the memory of taste and smell is far longer than the memory of pictures and sounds, but it is hidden and cannot be remembered for a while. ”

"It's kind of interesting, then how do you know that the boss back then used this cheap pork filling and instant wonton wrappers?" Lin Xiao was still a little puzzled.

"It's very simple! You think, that boss is just one person, if you make wonton wrappers by yourself, it will definitely be very troublesome, and you can't be busy at all. And then it is a small cost, of course, it will not use very expensive pork filling, after all, maximizing benefits is a common problem for all businessmen. ”

"Lao Liu, I found out that in addition to being a chef, you can actually be a detective. Lin Xiao touched his chin and admired it very much: "Because your reasoning ability is really amazing!"

"Haha!" Liu Mang shook his head with a smile, threw the boiled chicken bones into the stainless steel bucket of boiling water, and boiled them on a high fire.

"Jiro-kun, can the Chinese chef god that my eldest brother invited really replicate the bowl of wontons that my father ate back then?" asked Eisuke Ida, wiping his face with a towel.

If this Chinese can really replicate the dishes that tasted exactly the same back then, then he, the god of cooking, is not human-sealed, but given by God!" Koheirajiro looked disdainful.

"Also, if he'd tasted it before, I'd still have some faith in it, but if I could make the same taste with just a little retelling from my father, it would be too unbelievable!"

"I don't believe it either!" Even the dishes I carefully prepared were vetoed by Mr. President, how can this Chinese be recognized for using such cheap ingredients?" Kikumaru Masao said with a gloomy face.

"Mr. Masao, please don't be discouraged! My father's temper is very strange now, and it's not that you can't cook. Eisuke Ita said with relief.

"Yes! I'm looking forward to seeing this Chinese, and when I will be severely reprimanded by the president!"

After waiting for about half an hour, the soup in the barrel gradually turned from clear to snow-white under the boiling heat. Liu Mang picked up the soup spoon and tried the taste, added a little salt and pepper to taste, and then took out a handful of things from his pocket and sprinkled them in.

"Lao Liu, what did you secretly put in the soup?" Lin Xiao on the side was very sharp-eyed, and Liu Mang's small action made him find out.

"Hehe, keep it secret for now, you'll find out later. Liu Mang sold a pass.

"Virtue!" Lin Xiao pursed his lips.

The soup was almost over, and Liu Mang began to make the filling to make the wontons.

Put the minced pork in a large bowl, add salt and a little light soy sauce and ginger, and stir vigorously with chopsticks in one direction.

"By the way, what do you put in the soup base?" Lin Xiao asked, holding a large sea bowl.

"Well, I'll do it. Liu Mang put down his chopsticks and took the bowl in Lin Xiao's hand. Then sprinkle a little chopped green onion, pour in a little soy sauce and pepper, and finally take out a bottle of snow-white powder from your pocket, scoop a small spoonful into it.

"You...... You...... You actually put MSG in the soup base?" Lin Xiao couldn't believe his eyes.

For top chefs like Lin Xiao and Liu Mang, it would be an unforgivable thing to put two condiments, monosodium glutamate and chicken essence, into the cooking.

Because of monosodium glutamate and chicken essence, the freshness brought by it is a little fake, and I have a dry mouth after eating too much. Far inferior to the broth, the freshness of the top soup made with natural ingredients is palatable.

Moreover, there are opportunistic elements in this, which can be said to be a kind of deception to diners.

"Lao Liu, Americans don't eat MSG, thinking it will cause Alzheimer's disease. Lin Xiao reminded again.

"I know. Liu Mang nodded: "But I checked the information with my mobile phone in the car, Americans don't eat MSG for nearly 20 years, 30 years ago all Chinatown restaurants were added MSG, especially some cheap Chinese restaurants, MSG is an indispensable seasoning." ”

"I OBEY YOU!" After listening to Liu Mang's explanation, Lin Xiao couldn't help but give a thumbs up.