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In addition to the flavor of beans, the best tofu itself does not have much taste, and because of this special preparation, the tofu can be matched with various ingredients, so there is a tofu feast.

The traditional tofu feast is made with meat and vegetables, and the tofu absorbs the fat and aroma of the meat, and the meat food also becomes refreshing. It is impossible for Wenxi to use Lao Liu's tofu to make a bland tofu feast, so the best match is mushrooms and tofu!

There are various varieties of mushrooms, and the taste is also different, and when it collides with tofu tumbling in an iron pot, it always has a wonderful taste.

For example, the tofu soup is compensated with white jade mushrooms and enoki mushrooms, which are crispy and fragrant in one bite. If the taste is too plain, soak a few dried shiitake mushrooms and cut them into cubes and sprinkle them in, the flavor will become rich and the texture will be layered.

Wen Xi's method belongs to the latter, the table is full of light and refreshing dishes, and he has to spice up some fragrant dishes.

"Are the guests back?" asked Wen Hee, who heard movement at the door.

"It is said that it has already departed. "The cook went out and made a call, it's 10:20 a.m., and it's almost time for lunch!

"Then let's prepare. Wen Xi put on an apron, Jiao Yun slowly swayed in and hooked Wen Xi's feet and neck with his tail, it didn't eat!

"Boss, you cook, I'll prepare cat meals for Jiao Yun, I often cook it when I'm in the crew, those stray cats like it!"

However, Jiao Yun's appetite has long been raised by Old Man Jiao and Wen Xi, and after the cook cooks the cat's meal, Jiao Yun sniffs it, but he doesn't move his mouth anyway.

"Let's serve you little ancestor first!" Wen Xi shook his head, Comrade Cook's cat meal had all kinds of small fish and shrimp, and Jiao Yun had eaten vegetarian food these days, so he was reluctant to open meat.

As the first soup of mourning food, tofu soup not only relieves the hunger of diners, but also plays an appetizing role, which requires some effort to make it delicious.

Wen Xi tore the white jade mushroom into strips, removed the roots of the enoki mushroom and washed it, cut the dried mushroom into cubes, took the tomatoes and put them in boiling water and rolled them around, and then heated the pan and poured oil.

When stir-frying mushrooms, the oil pan should not be too hot, otherwise the mushrooms will shrink due to heat, and the umami and crispness will be greatly reduced. Wen Xi only waited for the wok to heat up to four points, and then put the diced shiitake mushrooms in it first, and the dry goods are more resistant to stir-frying than fresh ingredients.

When the rich aroma of shiitake mushrooms will come out, Wenxi quickly pours in white jade mushrooms and enoki mushrooms and stir-fry them a few times, then adds mashed tomatoes, and finally adds tender tofu. Tomatoes in winter are more sour than sweet due to the natural climate, and it is best to increase acidity, and a small tomato can achieve an appetizing effect.

The tenderness of the tender tofu belongs to the tenderness that crumbles when touched, and it is most suitable for making soup, Wen Xi just sprinkled a few spoonfuls of cornstarch to thicken, and the spoon did not stir a few times before the tender tofu dissolved, and floated in the mushroom in fine pieces.

"Okay, out of the pot! the first spoonful is for you!" Wen Xi scooped a small half spoonful of tofu soup and put it in Jiao Yun's cat bowl. The wind was howling outside the window, and Wen Xi only needed to take out the cat bowl and dry it for dozens of seconds, and Jiao Yun could start the meal.

Maybe because he hadn't eaten for a long time, Jiao Yun ate very slowly and seriously, so that Jiao's mother and the guests sat down in the front hall, and Jiao Yun was still licking his paws and washing his face.

"Hee-hee, it's time to eat. The old housekeeper came in, followed by a few Jiao family boys who were in charge of serving the food.

"Tofu soup, serve it!" Wen Xi covered the lid of the porcelain basin, with the volume of Jiaoyuan's rice bowl, one pot of soup is enough for ten people to eat two bowls. Counting the time to walk to the front hall and the time for the guests to eat the soup, Moon Hee's second course is almost fine.

"It's so fragrant!" the old butler praised and waved his hand to let the Jiao family kid serve the front dishes, and he himself couldn't start the meal now, so he had to send the guests away to eat something.

"Grandpa the housekeeper drinks a bowl of soup and then leaves. Wen Xizhi went to the soup bowl on the stove, and the mushroom and tofu soup had been hanging on the stove, and it was ready to eat at this time.

"Wait a minute. "The old butler's throat stirred, soup and hot are homophones, how long does it take to drink a bowl of soup!

"I've left you to dry early, and I'll drink a bowl of soup to moisten my throat. Wen Xi said and poured the celery stalks into the hot pot, the taste of celery was so tempting, the old housekeeper felt that he was hungry!

After drinking the whole bowl of soup in one go, the old housekeeper gave Wen Xi a thumbs up and went out to chase the Jiao family boy.

"Is the white steamed bun steamed, it's ready to be plated!" Wen Xi shouted at the cook with the aroma of the green vegetables.

"Okay, I'm already messing around!" the cook yelled, the kitchen hood was fully open, and the firewood was crackling, so that if you didn't make it louder, you couldn't hear what anyone was saying.

The noodles that are self-living, the steamed buns that are cut by themselves, are extraordinarily white and fat after steaming, and Jiao Yuan's rice bowl can't hold a single steamed bun, so you can imagine how big Wen Xi is! Just such a big steamed bun, Wen Xi has steamed four drawers, and there must be more than 20 in one drawer, which must be enough to eat!

"Two plates of white jade steamed buns!" The Jiao family boy went out with the steamed buns, and after a while, the name of the dish sounded in the front hall, and then he was swept away by the old housekeeper, and the pair of cannibalistic eyes on the table were also cut. This is mourning, not a place for you kid to grandstand!

Celery dried bean curd out of the pot is the turn of the chili fried tofu, the tofu box is covered with gauze and the wooden board is pressed by the stone for two hours, the excess water is drained in half, the tofu at this time is not old and not tender, more delicate than the tender tofu, more tender than the old tofu, and it is better to fry and fry the pieces.

The tofu in the chili fried tofu needs to be fried in an oil pan until it is slightly yellow on both sides, and the heat transferred by the iron pot is transported to the tofu itself through a thin layer of oil, and the amount of oil is all up to Wen Xi himself. If there is less oil, the tofu is easy to stick to the pan and burn, not to mention the shape is not beautiful, and the taste is not good; if there is too much oil, the fried tofu becomes fried tofu, which are completely two different methods, and the taste is naturally different, so Wen Xi has to keep an eye on the pot all the time, add oil from time to time, and carefully turn the tofu.

The amount of northern cuisine is sufficient, and it is enough to fry two plates of fried tofu with chili peppers, but one pot alone is not enough, and Wen Xi fried three pots of tofu before stopping.

While Wenxi was frying tofu, the cooked vegetables had already been served to the table.

"Well, it's not the cook just now, it's a little less interesting. "The old subordinates smashed their mouths, although they were soldiers who were not picky about eating and drinking, but after retirement, the cooks had a lot of good things, and they could taste a little good or bad when they ate. The tofu soup in front is tender and fragrant, and the slightly sour taste is very appetizing; the white jade steamed buns are loose and soft, smelling the wheat fragrance, pinching a pit, eating the sweet, and then trying to eat the plate is empty. The boy who served the vegetables had to have a plate of vegetables and then serve the steamed buns, otherwise they would just eat the steamed buns!

"Just your mouth, it's Wen Kid who cooks today, how can he serve your dozens of mouths alone, and he won't let the family bring a helper!" Uncle Hua turned his face, he has the highest level among these people, of course he has to come to the lecture!

"Lao Hua, this is the boy you blew into the sky? Yes, yes, you can live with this skill!"

"Fuck your mother's fart! Don't say that Wen Boy just won a foreign award, he is not an actor, he is also a top student of Qingbei University, and he won a national scholarship this year! Do you think that a straw bag like you, you have to rely on Lao Mi to give you a circle of key points every time you take the exam!" Uncle Hua turned on the spit mode, and the green vegetables on the table were not fried by Wen Xi, so he filled a bowl of soup and drank it slowly, and at Wen Xi's speed, it would soon be served.

After the tofu is fried, the chili fried tofu is half done, the hot pan is hot and the oil chokes the chili, and the white tiger skin will appear on the surface of the chili pepper after a while, at this time the spicy taste has penetrated into the hot oil, and then the fried tofu is stir-fried to make it more flavorful.

In the following dishes, Wen Xi followed the principle of one dish being fresh and one mellow. The chiefs have more time to hold chopsticks, and less time to tear steamed buns, and the vegetables are like tricks, all by grabbing!

"Well, it's a little full. Uncle Hua put down his chopsticks and touched his belly, rushing to eat deliciously! He said he was a little full, but in fact he was already 100 percent full! But there were only seven plates on the table, and according to the rules of mourning food, there must be a soup at the back! Can the soup made by Wen Xi be served on the table after boiling in white water? I knew that if I had eaten one less steamed bun, I would have eaten a bowl of tofu soup earlier!

"Lao Hua, we are far away, you will have to come and see Jiaoyuan in the future!" The leaders invariably put down their chopsticks, the early years of the conquest left them with a lot of dark wounds, the climate in the north is not suitable for recuperation, they stay in the south all year round. Although the old chief has passed away now, the sister-in-law is still there, and they have to take care of it!

"Do you want to say this?" Uncle Hua rolled his eyes, he came over from time to time when the old chief was there, and in the future, he brought his wife to visit the door every day, anyway, just a few steps, just walk the bird.

Not long after, the last mushroom and tofu soup came up, and the honeycomb-shaped old tofu soaked up the soup, and the yellow-brown soup showed that this soup was an old soup made of dried mushrooms, rich and full of mushrooms.

Many people burst into tears when they ate it, this is the old chief's best dish: mushroom and tofu soup!(Sauce sauce originally wanted to break here, but sauce sauce was afraid of being beaten...... ）

"Mr. used to always say that Wen Xi was very similar to him, not only the craftsmanship, but also the taste of the food. I remember that the old man was in good spirits the year before last, and when I was born, my husband took Wenxi to make such a soup for me all morning, and he made me such a soup when he was old and young. Jiao's mother smiled on her face, the old man's subordinates can eat it, she can't taste it?

When he was young, Mr. Jiao paid attention to the freshness of the ingredients, and he liked to use fresh dishes for any dishes, and he couldn't wait to pick them from the ground, wash them and fry them in the pot, and the dishes he made were tender and crisp; when he was old, he paid attention to the charm, what is the charm? Just like mushrooms, fresh mushrooms are fresh and fragrant, and dried shiitake mushrooms are accompanied by vegetables, the taste is mellow and fragrant, even if he does not put salt to taste, it is also made, so the soup made by Mr. Jiao after 60 is made with dry goods.

Wen Xi's last dish, made this pot of soup with dried mushrooms and old tofu, making the taste of the old man before his death, which was to comfort everyone, and Jiao's mother expressed her please. Since Wen Xi has a heart, Jiao's mother will accept this love.

Today, not only is the day when the old chief's dust returns to dust, but it is also Jiao's mother's birthday! The old man can't make mushroom and tofu soup for Jiao's mother, but Wenxi is still there!