"Boom~"

A flame more than half a person high erupted from the wok, and at that moment it seemed that Ye Chui had completely lost control of the wok, and twelve shrimps involuntarily flew out of the pot, surrounded by flames, and faintly, the shrimp seemed to have burned.

Han Yuyan and An Xiao, who were standing beside him, couldn't help but tremble, their faces became pale, even Qin Yue couldn't help but show a frightened expression, it was very common for the oil smoke to burn and burst out flames when stir-frying, especially when the ingredients were stir-fried in a big fire, but it was rare to make a flame more than half a person high like Ye Chui, even Qin Yue rarely encountered this situation.

And Ye Chui let the shrimp fly out of the pot at this moment, is he already out of control?

Ordinary people are afraid that they have already panicked when they encounter such a situation, and the eyes of many people in the kitchen can't help but look at Ye Chui, and the next moment, the shrimp that was turned upside down from the wok, fell into the wok, the flame dissipated, and the frying spoon in Ye Chui's other hand collided with the wok, making a burst of sound, looking at his face, it was still so plain and confident, as if there was no panic at all because of the flame just now.

It's all under control.

When stir-frying, the smoke burns, so that the flame erupts on the wok, which is a common thing, and some chefs especially like to deliberately turn the spoon to burst out on the wok, so as to show their cooking skills, but Ye Chui is not doing this at the moment to show off his skills, he is using the flame of the spoon to burn the shrimp in the pot, so that the oil content of the shrimp is reduced again.

This dish is mainly refreshing and delicious, so it is necessary to minimize the oil, and if this dish is fried with less oil, it will definitely greatly affect the taste, so the best thing to do is to use the fire of the spoon after the shrimp are fried. Remove the grease from the surface of the shrimp.

"Boom~"

Ye Trai shook the wok again, and a half-human-high flame burst out from the wok, this time everyone calmed down a lot, watching Ye Trai pull the wok without panic, and re-connect the shrimp that flew out into the pot.

The flames were dangerous and deadly, and the huge flames that burst out suddenly seemed to have some kind of terrifying sense of invasion, however, this flame was completely controlled by Ye Zhuo.

Controlling the flame is a skill that a chef must master, but few chefs can control the flame as well as Ye Tuo. Breathtaking.

After the second spoon, the tea brewed by Biluochun in the pot has been collected into a thick soup, and at this time, Ye Chui quickly sprinkled a spoonful of salt into the pot, and then he did not use a frying spoon, but held the wok with one hand and shook it gently, and the soup in the pot kept turning, so that the spoonful of salt quickly and evenly dissipated in the soup.

Then another spoon flip.

This time the flames were even more spectacular and terrifying than the previous two times, and Qin Yueyue, who was cutting the mutton slices, couldn't help but stop. His eyes were a little complicated and looked at Ye Chui, as well as the woks in Ye Chui's hands.

Many people in the kitchen seemed to be shocked by Ye Chui's wanton playing with flames, Han Yuyan and An Xiao's faces. The flames were flushed, but the expressions on the faces of the two were a little hot, and they suddenly felt that they could become this person's apprentices. What a lucky thing it is?

The shrimp fall into the wok, and the wok shakes gently, shaking the already thick soup. Dip on top of shrimp.

The soup is the essence of Biluo spring tea, originally with a kind of emerald green and yellowish color, after the stir-fry of the fire, this color deepens, becoming a more beautiful yellow-green, and now this layer of color is mixed with the original milky white shrimp, the color is more gratifying, it is a white color, each shrimp is full, as if a finely carved artwork.

By this time, the shrimp had already been fried.

Ye Trai held the wok with one hand, and took a plate with the other hand, this plate of white porcelain and blue and white was specially given to Ye Trai by Han Lao, it was blue and white porcelain produced in Jingdezhen, which can be said to be the best plate in China and even the world, this kind of plate Han Lao only sent a set to Ye Trai in total, which was specially used to entertain distinguished guests, the hotel has not yet opened, and the distinguished guests have not arrived, this set of plates has not been used, and now, Ye Trai finally used it to serve the first dish.

This Biluo shrimp, this Biluo shrimp made by Ye Chui with all the strength of Jun at this time, only this kind of precious plate is qualified to be held!

Twelve shrimps are gently rolled into the plate and the thick broth is poured over it, and the dish is almost finished, but the last part is missing.

Ye Chui took the previous cup of Biluochun, poured out the tea leaves, drained the water, the emerald green tea leaves took on a slender form, Ye Chui placed the roots around the plate, this is the characteristic of this dish, with tea as the flavor, but also embellished with tea leaves to decorate the dish - this is an indispensable part of the plate.

"Whew" Ye Chui exhaled deeply, and the dish was finished.

He only felt an indescribable exhaustion all over his body, he was already half exhausted to come to the restaurant before, and making this dish consumed most of his energy, and he was almost fainting to the ground at this time.

"Master?" Han Yuyan noticed the strangeness of Ye Hang, and asked worriedly.

"It's a little tired, but it's no big deal." Ye Trai smiled and pointed to the Biluo shrimp on the table, "This dish has been completed." ”

"Yuyan, bring me this dish to taste." Han Lao's impatient cry followed, he had just eaten hot pot and almost burst out of his mouth, but now he seemed to have completely forgotten the taste of hot pot, and couldn't wait to taste the delicious food made by Ye Chui.

Not only him, but the other three gourmets also looked at Ye Chui here, quite a bit of a feeling of looking through the autumn water, on the table in front of them, the soup in the pot was there, and the vegetables put in were already cooked, exuding an attractive fragrance, but all this seemed to be completely unattractive at this moment.

They are foodies, they are artists chasing food, and now they are being captured by a piece of food art.

Han Yuyan picked up the plate of Biluo shrimp, but frowned slightly and glanced at the table in front of the three gourmets and Han Lao, which was full of hot pot and plates of dishes, and she had no place to put this dish.

"Pull down, get down, get down." Han Lao hurriedly shouted to Pan Qingguo and the others who were standing on the side, "Why don't you have any eyesight." ”

Pan Qingguo and the others were speechless, Han Lao was so addicted to eating hot pot just now, they dared to withdraw

Several waiters quickly removed the hot pot on the table, Han Yuyan put the plate of Biluo shrimp in the middle of the table, she was still a little worried about Ye Chui before, afraid that Ye Chui would lose this competition, but at this moment she had indescribable confidence in her heart, perhaps, because no matter who saw Ye Chui when he fried this dish, he would naturally be infected by that kind of extraordinary action like a god of food.

At that moment he was the god of food, a veritable god of food.

"Three gentlemen, grandpa, please taste this dish made by the master, Biluo shrimp." Han Yuyan said with a soft smile.

Han Lao said more to the three gourmets with Han Yuyan, he couldn't wait for a long time, Han Lao immediately wanted to use chopsticks to pick up the shrimp on the plate, but he thought of something, threw the bamboo chopsticks in his hand aside, and hurriedly shouted to a waiter next to him: "Give me that pair of chopsticks again, hurry up!" ”

The waiter was stunned, he didn't understand why Han Lao threw away the original chopsticks, could it be that the chopsticks were dirty?

He hurriedly brought a pair of bamboo chopsticks from outside and respectfully handed them to Han Lao.

The other three gourmets were also about to make a move, and one of them had already caught a meatball with his chopsticks, but seeing Han Lao's reaction, they suddenly understood something, and hurriedly said to the waiter: "Get me another pair of chopsticks." ”

"And me."

"I want a new pair of chopsticks too."

Han Yuyan looked puzzled and turned his head to look at Ye Hang.

An Xiao, who was struggling to support Ye Chui, raised his own question: "Master, why do they want to change the chopsticks?" ”

"The chopsticks have been used to eat hot pot just now, and the chopsticks naturally retain the taste of the previous dishes. Ye Chui explained that gourmets are naturally very particular about eating.

"I see," An Xiao nodded understandingly.

In the time of speaking, Han Lao had already picked up the first shrimp, from the appearance, this shrimp was white and full, full of taste, and after the chopsticks were embellished, he felt that the shrimp was full of elasticity, Han Lao sighed, let go of the chopsticks, just the chopsticks fell into the inside of the shrimp, at this moment the chopsticks were released, and the shrimp returned to its original state in an instant.

Saying that food is elastic is just a general statement, in fact, most meat foods cannot retain the original soft elasticity after cooking, but Ye Lobe made this shrimp do it, not because his shrimp is not fully cooked, but because the cooking of Ye Lobe has not destroyed the internal structure of this shrimp at all, so that this extreme state can be achieved.

Han Lao, who understood this, couldn't help but shout: "Okay, good, I've lived so big, I've tasted food for decades, and it's the first time I've seen such a wonderful stir-fried skill, no matter what it tastes like, I won't regret it in my life after tasting this dish!" ”

Before he tasted it, he won a good voice from Han Lao.

Han Lao has a close relationship with Ye Chui, but at this time he is not an acquaintance of Han Lao, he is just a gourmet.

This moved many people.

Gao Yuesheng, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but be covered with sweat on his head, and he subconsciously looked at Miao Shengsong, who was still cooking

ps: Sorry ha, this chapter is updated late~~~

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