Some dishes in the world of Chinese masters are very fantasy and unscientific, but all the dishes that Tang Liang learned in his dreams are traceable in the real world.

Although the style and method of the dishes are similar, it does not mean that Tang Liang's level 2 cooking skills are not of great use.

Let's just say that Tang Liang, a man who can only scramble eggs at most, only took an hour to become a chef who can compare with a top chef in the United States, which is what everyone dreams of.

In addition, in the dream, he is a person who lives for cooking, and when it comes to the familiarity with various ingredients and the grasp of heat, it is definitely not something that anyone in the real world can achieve.

"The oil temperature is 70 degrees." There is no difference between the hot oil in the pot and when it is just poured in, and Tang Liang just raised his hand to sweep it over the iron pot, and through the feeling of his palm, he already knew the temperature of the hot oil in the pot.

"The temperature of the oil is just right, right now." Tang Liang, who waited for a while, swept the iron pot with his left hand again, and the chopped green onion, ginger and garlic in his right hand were sprinkled into the oil pot.

With the squeak in the oil pot, Tang Liang quickly lowered the temperature of the flame, and after pouring the secret sauce into the pot, a unique fragrance of green onions, ginger and garlic, mixed with the fragrance of the sauce, instantly filled the kitchen.

Spread the sauce in the pan with a spoon and heat it evenly, and when all the ingredients are fragrant, pour the minced meat into it and add a little water. Put the tender tofu that should have been blanched, but Tang Liang deliberately bypassed this step.

The tofu that has not been blanched will be completely broken as long as it is slightly turned with a spoon, so Tang Liang put the wooden spoon aside, and held the pot handle in his left hand to quickly turn the spoon upside down, so that the tofu just poured into the iron pot could fully absorb the soup.

In the iron pot, there are not only tender tofu that will break if they collide, but also the soup that is constantly bubbling, but between Tang Liang's wrist dance, whether it is the tofu dancing up and down, or the soup splashing everywhere, none of them can escape from the pot.

"Fight it, call it a day!" Tang Liang muttered words that he didn't know whether it was an advertising word or a movie line, and with a flip of his wrist, he poured pieces of tender tofu stained with red soup into the white porcelain plate in the iron pot.

Grab a few more coriander leaves and sprinkle them on the tofu, and a plate of red-colored mapo tofu with an attractive aroma is complete.

The shredded pork with fish flavor is not as troublesome as tofu, fry the shredded meat in a hot oil pan until it is broken, take it out, stir-fry the chives, ginger, garlic and chopped peppers, put in the fungus and cucumber shreds, and then put the shredded meat into it, add the secret soup to finish, and a plate of dishes with full color and flavor is completed again.

I don't know if it's affected by dreams, as soon as Tang Liang picks up the kitchen knife and starts cooking, he will devote himself to it. Even Tang Mu, who opened the glass sliding door of the kitchen and stood behind him with a shocked face, didn't know when she came in.

"Are you really my son!" Mother Tang took a deep breath of the salivating aroma of vegetables in the kitchen, resisted the idea of reaching out and stealing the exquisite dishes on the plate, and stepped forward to look at Tang Liang carefully.

Tang's mother, who was born in a subordinate township of Hunyan City, has started a small business in Hunyan City since she was introduced to marry Tang's father. Whether a woman sells vegetables on the street or sets up a small stall in the night market, she can't do it if she has a weak personality.

Tang Liang, who was completely immersed in the chef's side, was startled by Tang's mother who suddenly appeared in front of him, and after hearing Tang's mother's question, he said with some tears and laughter: "Mom, what are you talking about!" ”

"Eh, you're really my son!"

Tang's mother stretched out and pinched Tang Liang's face, pulled her hands out, and only after hearing Tang Liang's miserable howl did she let go of her hands, and asked in surprise: "When did you learn to cook?" ”

"Open your mouth, ahhh

Tang Liang, who has doted on his mother since he was a child and has completely become a child, took a piece of tofu and put it in Tang's mother's mouth, and asked proudly: "Is it delicious!" ”

As soon as the tofu that had completely absorbed the soup was in its mouth, a numb and spicy aroma began to explode from the tip of Tang Mu's tongue.

Mother Tang, who was not used to the spicy taste, was just about to spit out the tofu, when she saw Tang Liang's expectant expression on her face, and Mother Tang endured the discomfort and bit her teeth gently.

But as soon as the tofu was bitten, a cool soup poured out of the tofu's cracks. The burst soup not only washes away the spicy flavor before, but also forms a new feeling after mixing. A feeling like chewing a bite of chilled watermelon on dog days, this kind of cool and novel feeling after spicy makes Tang's mother involuntarily speed up her chewing.

"How did you do that?" Mother Tang, whose eyes were shining, had long forgotten to continue to ask Tang Liang how he learned to cook, but her eyes kept skimming to the dining table. As long as you look at her constantly swallowing saliva and the arm that slowly raises and falls quickly, you know that all her attention is now on that plate of tofu.

This couldn't help but make Tang Liang breathe a sigh of relief, as the old saying goes, "Knowing the son is not the mother", although Tang Liang does not live with his parents, but he is in a community. And two days ago, Tang Liang went to his parents to eat mixed rice, and it has only been two days since there has been such a big change, if Tang's mother continues to ask, how can Tang Liang answer!

Tang Liang still doesn't know whether it's good or bad about having a training camp system, and even if it turns out that the system is not bad in the end, Tang Liang is not ready to tell his parents about it.

Because as you grow up, your parents are getting older!

At this time, let them worry about you for something that they don't understand at all, it is definitely not filial piety, but a kind of harm.

Tang Liang, who was mixed with cucumber peeling, quietly moved two steps sideways, blocking Tang's mother's view of the tofu, and said with a smile: "Mom, the pork rib soup will be ready soon, you go and call my dad first." ”

Tang Liang's words brought back to Tang's mother, who only had delicious tofu in her eyes.

Recalling what she looked like just now, Tang's mother, who looked slightly embarrassed, glared at Tang Liang fiercely, then hurriedly turned around and walked out of the kitchen, shouting angrily: "Tang Wenli, I'm dead and have dinner." ”

Tang Wenli, who was watching TV, was forced to wash his hands by the angry Tang mother.

After hurriedly washing his hands, Tang Wenli shook the water droplets on his hands, and followed behind Tang's mother with a cloudy face in confusion, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Haha" Tang Liang, whose shoulders trembled slightly, hurriedly put the cold dishes in his hand on the table after Tang's mother left the kitchen, and laughed.

Father Tang, who walked into the kitchen, asked Tang Liang, who was laughing, suspiciously: "Xiaoliang, what are you laughing at?" ”

"Hmph, why did you have so many things."

Without waiting for Tang Liang to speak, Tang's mother, whose face was full of clouds, snorted coldly, picked up a piece of tofu with chopsticks and stuffed it into Tang's father's mouth, and said angrily: "So many dishes can't stop your mouth." ”

"Ahem"

Tang's father, who has a similar taste to Tang's mother, was choked with pepper as soon as the tofu was swallowed, but as soon as he was about to spit it out, he saw Tang's mother's expectant eyes, endured the discomfort in his mouth, and Tang's father, who didn't dare to chew at all, swallowed the whole piece of tofu with a slight movement of his lips and tongue.

After the whole piece of tofu slid down his throat and into his stomach, Tang's father showed an aftertaste smile on his face and said, "It's delicious"