"Teach Chef Liu to knead noodles with one hand?" Wan Xiaohan's surprised voice. Chef Liu, in the Sichuan cuisine industry, is a celebrity.

Wu Tian said: "Kneading dough doesn't need explosive power, as long as it has long strength!" Chef Liu has been a chef for many years, and he just has such professionalism. ”

"Okay, Wu Tian, I will be responsible for handling the things and people you want." Wan Xiaofeng patted his chest.

Wan Xiaofeng went to run errands, and Wan Xiaohan took Wu Tian and Liu Xuemei into Xiao Lao's ward.

The VIP room of Xiao Lao's hospitalization does not look like a ward no matter how you look at it, it is equipped with high-end furniture, exquisite art deco ornaments, kitchen, bathroom, large living room, master bedroom, second bedroom, and cloakroom.

In the short time that Wu Tian and Wan Xiaohan had a brief chat, ordinary flour and short sticks were quickly sent into the kitchen. After a while, Liu Dahong also arrived.

"Master Liu, the flour and basin are handed over to you, I need you to knead the dough strongly, let's start!" Wu Tian didn't say a word of nonsense, and directly arranged for Liu Dahong to do things.

Liu Dahong's dignified executive chef has been reduced to helping others for the first time.

His face turned red and said, "Wan Shao, Mr. Wan, if you want someone to knead the dough, I can call a real good hand to help."

"Speed does things!" Wu Tian frowned, his tone was very impatient.

Wan Xiaohan coughed and said, "Master Liu, if you rub your dough for my Grandpa Xiao, it won't hurt your self-esteem!"

"No, how is that possible? Xiao Lao is the geming old man I admire the most, and I am willing to do anything for Xiao Lao. ”

"Let's get started!" Wan Xiaofeng knocked the basin properly.

Liu Dahong's whole body was hot, looking at Wu Tian and Liu Xuemei's condescending eyes, he heard the broken sound of his self-esteem!

"Okay, I'll rub it!"

"Kneading dough for two hours, not stopping for a second, and after two hours, I'll come into the kitchen to check the quality of your dough!" Wu Tian said lightly.

If these words are said by media reporters and friends, they will immediately make headlines.

"I see, Wu-sensei!" Liu Dahong said, with a hint of ridicule in his words.

"Then hurry up and work hard!" Wu Tian said to Liu Xuemei and Wan Xiaohan's sister and brother, "Let's go, let's go out and chat." ”

A group of four people walked out of the kitchen, and in the kitchen, Liu Dahong's breathing was as heavy as a cow.

Liu Dahong took off his coat, and his left hand was so hurt that he grinned his teeth.

He poured the flour into the basin, added the appropriate proportion of water, added a little salt, and began to knead the dough with one hand.

In the luxurious living room outside, Wu Tian and the other four were chatting, and the atmosphere was relaxed.

"Knead the noodles for two hours, and you can't stop in the middle, and as soon as you stop, the taste of that noodles changes." Wu Tian said.

Wan Xiaofeng said: "Wu Tian, aren't you playing Chef Liu. Kneading the dough is just that, what if I am in a hurry to go to the toilet? Can't stop either? ”

"Absolutely no stop for two hours, so no toilet! Wan Xiaofeng, you go to the kitchen door to guard and supervise Chef Liu to knead the dough. If he stops halfway through kneading, the dough will be less active. ”

"Really?"

"It's true!"

This is the technique of kneading dough in the secret book of the "Codex", and the truth in it coincides with Wu Tian's culinary skills.

"Okay, I'll go!" Wan Xiaofeng stood up and went to the kitchen to supervise Chef Liu.

It was the first time that Liu Dahong was kneading dough in the kitchen and was being watched.

There was a family bodyguard of the Wan family blocking the door of the kitchen and staring at Chef Liu, while Wan Xiaofeng was sitting on a stool in the kitchen and kept talking to Chef Liu.

Liu Dahong could only knead the dough vigorously without being out of breath.

Wan Xiaofeng suddenly slapped his head: "Oops, Liu Dahong, have you put salt in your flour?" ”

"Put the right amount of salt."

"You can't put salt, as my Grandpa Xiao said, there are no condiments in that noodle except wild onions, and there is no salt, because at that time, the villagers' families were so poor that they had no salt."

Liu Dahong was so angry that he was stunned, he kneaded his dough with one hand for an hour, his arms were already sore, and his underwear was already sweaty!

"You don't need to put salt in the noodles when you cook them! As far as I know, in the rural handmade noodles of the old society, in order to save, salt was put in advance when kneading the noodles, so when cooking noodles, most of the soup did not put salt in the soup, and putting salt in the soup would be considered too wasteful. ”

"Are you sure?"

Liu Dahong nodded: "I'm very sure, at that time, people were poor, and if they put very precious salt and oil into the soup, the soup had to be drunk all, otherwise it would be an unforgivable waste." ”

Two hours passed, Wu Tian, Liu Xuemei, Wan Xiaohan, and Wan Xiaohan came to the kitchen. Wu Tian inspected Chef Liu's dough and said, "Yes, it is worthy of Chef Liu, and the quality of the kneaded dough is passable." He handed the short stick in his hand to Liu Dahong, "Chef Liu, please use the short stick to whip the dough, whipping for an hour without stopping, every side of the dough must be beaten, and the strength must be used evenly." With your cooking skills, you don't need me to explain why you did it!"

"Yes, whipping dough is a traditional dough technique, and the dough made from this whipping is strong and will not be boiled by the fire!"

"Let's get started!" Wu Tian made a gesture and motioned for Liu Dahong to continue.

Liu Dahong picked up the short stick, snapped, and whipped it like a whip on the strong dough that had been kneaded for two hours. Smack, another whipping. The dough is left with two stick prints arranged neatly and in one shade!

Beat the dough with a short stick!

Wan Xiaohan and Wan Xiaofeng, the two sisters and brothers, naturally saw it for the first time. Wan Xiaohan is smart, nodded secretly, and she understood the truth of beating the dough with a short stick.

The technique of beating dough with a short stick evolved from the traditional rolling pin to beat the dough, which is the most authentic and traditional technique. Many chefs nowadays, including Chef Liu, rarely do they work so hard to make dough so hard. Now, even if there are chefs who do this, their dough is only symbolic!

Beat the dough with a short stick, and the strength of each stick should be basically the same every time, and the stick should not be jumped. This stick beating dough can't be practiced without a few years of hard work. Impetuous people and people who are anxious for quick success cannot be refined.

Noodle beating, pay attention to a calm mind as one, for the real white case high, is to refine the heart, just like the Taoist meditation when cultivating.

Liu Dahong's whipping dough is evenly beaten, and after beating one side, turn over the other side, and continue to beat evenly with constant force. Papapa, pa, after such an uninterrupted continuous beating for half an hour, Qin Liang's face had already turned red, his arms were sore, and the clothes on his body were already sweaty.

Although the quality of the dough has not yet reached Wu Tian's requirements, Liu Dahong's physical strength has been overdrawn. Under the gaze of Wan Xiaohan's sister and brother and Wu Tian and Liu Xuemei, he gritted his teeth and insisted. After all, he is a person with decades of chef experience, and he has real skills, and this dozen noodles has stimulated his potential, and he has persevered.

Without professional study and practice, kneading dough is OK, but it is not good at beating dough. If you don't know how to make noodles, the dough will only be beaten to death. In Wu Tian's eyes, dough is breathing of life, and the more dough is beaten, the stronger its vitality.

After an hour of time, Wu Tian checked the dough, and the quality of the dough did not meet the requirements of the Codex. After all, Liu Dahong's left hand was broken, and his physical and mental strength were affected.

"Chef Liu, your work is done today, I'm here to ramen!"

Liu Dahong threw down the short stick, the whole person was completely prostration, he slowly walked to the stool, sat down slowly, and his whole body was sore.

Under the gaze of Wan Xiaohan, Liu Xuemei and others, Wu Tian pulled up the noodles in a very quick way.

Very skillful handmade ramen!

"Okay, the handmade noodles are done, now I'm going to start making clear soup and green onion noodles officially, this is the secret method of making noodles for generations in my master's family, and I can't let outsiders see it, so I want you to respect the rules of my ancestors handed down from the Kitchen Emperor Sect, and trouble you all to go out."