The chicken soup simmered in an inconspicuous clay pot looks simple, but the inside is incomparably luxurious, its flavor is fresh and mellow, its color is golden and attractive, and it is already fragrant when the lid is lifted, and the taste is excellent. Even if the dignitaries gather to feast and drink in the high hall, this seemingly simple crockpot simmering soup will not be inferior, but can add a lot of color.

For those who love traditional soups, this soup simply inherits the depth of tradition and the depth of history to the extreme, which makes those who think that Su Miao only cooks opportunistic dishes re-face her existence, and at the same time refreshes their understanding of Su Miao, it turns out that she can not only make those impetuous, innovative, bizarre and even unacceptable dishes, she can also use her understanding of tradition to make traditional handicrafts full of inheritance and remembrance.

The formation of every industry requires a deep historical heritage, even if these historical backgrounds are insignificant in the eyes of laymen, but in the eyes of industry insiders, these insignificance cannot be ridiculed or forgotten. It is inevitable that the contempt and indifference of the freshmen to the lengthy tradition is ignorance, impetuousness and stupidity in the eyes of the insiders, and it is inevitable that they will have a contemptuous and mocking eye for such a freshman, and it would be amazing if a freshman could bring the long and deep historical inheritance of the industry to the highest point. This phenomenon is very common in the long-standing craft industry, where innovation is not favored, but rather the ability to absorb the essence of ancient times and then carry it forward, so that it is worthy to continue to stay in the industry.

In the eyes of the judges. Su Miao is the stupid, impetuous and ignorant freshman, she is good at innovation, and she is either ignorant or careless about traditional handicrafts. But today's soup has completely subverted people's understanding of Su Miao, and when she settles down, she can also absorb the essence of the ancient process and carry it forward.

The soup is golden and the meat is plump, and after just a shallow sip, you can't stop it.

Although it's just a crockpot soup that looks unpretentious. In terms of practice, it is only to use mountain spring water with fatty local chicken soup, but the emphasis is quite rich: first of all, before the crockpot is covered, the mouth of the crockpot should be sealed with a piece of tin foil. Then add a cap to ensure that the crockpot is well sealed; In addition, the local chicken used to boil soup should not only be fatty and fat, but also old and tough, so as to better cook the essence of the meat; Finally, there is the choice of spring water. The vast majority of spring water is weakly alkaline. However, Su Miao, the mountain spring water used to simmer the soup, chooses weakly acidic spring water, and the substances secreted by the weakly acidic spring water during the cooking process can better precipitate the essence of the meat, so that the final boiled soup can be more mellow and fragrant.

Lord Zhao was also a lover of poetry when he was young, and when a bowl of crockpot simmered soup was in his stomach, he put down the soup bowl, sighed comfortably, and praised:

"Folk simmering soup for thousands of years, guests from all over the world often linger. Millennial rare and fresh in one jar. Don't change this soup! ”

"Good soup! What a soup! According to the old man, this can of soup is the best play of that little girl in such a long time! Xia Chang stroked his beard. Squinting his eyes, he nodded, and smiled with satisfaction.

"That's a good point!" Old man Meng also smiled and narrowed his eyes, nodded his head and echoed.

"This Miss Su has been cooking the soup for a day has been served, why Tong Sishao still hasn't moved, their group of people doesn't seem to have moved all day today, Tong Sishao has been sitting there reading." Lord Zhao finally recovered from the shock of the crockpot simmering soup, and inadvertently glanced at Tong Ran, who was sitting on the stage reading quietly by the dim light, and asked suspiciously.

Su Miao was busy for a day, and didn't have time to pay attention to the movement on the opposite side of Tong Ran, this time his own crockpot simmering soup was sent, and he also got a lot of peace, and at the same time he shook off his right hand that had already begun to hurt and was about to be unbearable, with a slightly pale face, and looked at Tong Ran who was reclining on the chair on the other side of the stage with the suspicious eyes of the judges. There are only two quarters of an hour left before the contest is over.

A pair of beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and she suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

Aftertaste was rearranging the loose bandage on her injured right hand, asking her if it was tied tightly, but she didn't hear her answer, she raised her head suspiciously, and followed her gaze to Tong Ran, who was leaning under the pergola opposite, with a dashing demeanor.

There were less than two quarters of an hour left, and from morning to night, for five or six hours, Tong Ran was idle except for putting a box of fresh eggs into the ice pot full of ice cubes at the beginning. At first, he thought that it might be that the eggs in the ice tripod were not yet there, or that there were still immature processes waiting to ripen, but he didn't know that Tong Ran had waited for five or six hours, and he hadn't done anything in five or six hours.

At this time, Su Miao and Huiwei were suspicious, what kind of medicine was sold in Tong Ran's gourd, and what did he want to do?

On the small building with ink-colored curtains hanging on the side of the stage, a pretty little girl came up with a tray in her hand, put three bowls of fragrant and hot crockpot soup on the table one by one, bent her knees, and then retreated silently, coming and going, like a gust of wind.

Liang Jin stirred it in the soup cup with a porcelain spoon, and a thick and attractive fragrance was like a tentacle, brushing on the most sensitive nerve endings in the depths of the human body, making people's hearts have an indescribable itchy feeling, and after a pause, even he couldn't help but sigh lightly:

"It's quite fragrant!"

Hui Xiang, who was sitting beside him, stared quietly at the golden soup for a while, and the hand wearing black gauze gloves held the plain white porcelain spoon, scooped a little shallowly, lifted a corner of the inky black light yarn, and slowly tasted it.

Liang Jin looked at her with a curious look, the daughter-in-law who was good at cooking showed her skills to her mother-in-law for the first time, who was famous for being good at cooking, and he suddenly thought of this when he saw Hui Xiang drink this soup. Suddenly became interested, and asked her with a smile:

"How's it taste?"

Hui Gan, who was sitting opposite, also looked at Hui Xiang with a curious look, the reason why his mother came out to watch the game today. It was completely pulled by Daddy, because the last time Weiwei was almost injured on the stage of the King Chef Competition. Although it turned out later that this incident had nothing to do with Weiwei, mainly because of Zhou Cheng's jealousy, and at the same time, it also led to the later case of Dongping Hou's private artillery room, which was not aimed at Weiwei, but Dad was still not at ease and insisted on coming to the scene. In order to prevent similar incidents from happening again, and at the same time pull the mother to come, which can not only let the mother take a look at the taste. Ease the mother-son relationship between them, and at the same time let the mother meet her future daughter-in-law.

Hui Xiang put the spoon down, and she didn't taste the soup again except for the one she had just taken. There was a pause. She commented softly from under the veil:

"This girl, she's bound by herself."

As a layman, Liang Jin didn't understand at all, but felt that what Huixiang said was very unfathomable, so he couldn't help but nod and blindly agreed.

As an insider, Hui Gan understood Hui Xiang's words very well, scooped a spoonful of crockpot and simmered soup, took a shallow sip, and tasted the product. Eyes twinkle:

"It's not bad, it's not an exaggeration to say it's delicious. It's rare that just chicken broth can cook such a taste. ”

"It's really rare, it's just that this girl's strength is more than that, she is too rigid in the rules, but she hides her ability." Hui Xiang said lightly.

Hui Gan thought about it and smiled: "Is it like the taste of the year?" No wonder I think the two of them are husband and wife. ”

"The two of them are not the same, this girl is more talented than Ah Wei, more open than Ah Wei, although she has unconsciously restrained herself, but the free-spirited nature has not been erased, it is precisely because the nature is still there, so this kind of restraint is not obvious in her body, so it is not obvious now. Ah Wei is different, Ah Wei is not talented, his heart can't let go, he can't let go of imagination and creation, and at the same time he doesn't have enough softness to deal with all kinds of things that will appear in this industry, in fact, Ah Wei is not suitable for development in this industry. Hui Xiang said lightly.

"That's just right, since Weiwei is not suitable to stay in Huixiang Building as a cook, just let him follow me into the court!" Liang Jin listened, his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly.

Hui Xiang glanced at him, and replied in a light voice:

"It's not that I let him stay in Huixiang Building, it's that he doesn't want to go out."

Liang Jin was obviously choked by her words, and he wanted to refute that the reason why Weiwei refused to enter the court with him was because of her, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed back, he sighed faintly, and said aggrievedly:

"Okay......"

"Ah Wei and Su Miao have changed a lot in the past two years, and I think that at least he should have no problem participating in the current King Chef Competition." Hui Gan emphasized the sentence seriously.

"Yes." Hui Xiang replied lightly, not commenting on his words.

Hui Gan knows her mother's temperament, she will only express her thoughts softly, and then she never interferes or comments wantonly on other people's ideas, after the last sentence is finished, I am afraid that she will not speak again in the next three or four hours, Hui Gan, who realized this, was bored, so he had to re-fall his eyes on the stage outside the small building, and was stunned for a moment when he caught a glimpse of the leisurely Tong Ran, and muttered suspiciously:

"This crockpot of simmering soup has come up, why hasn't that kid's soup been served yet?"

"That fair-looking boy, you say? That kid hasn't moved since the start of the game. Liang Jin has never tasted Tong Ran's craftsmanship, he just heard that the kid who competed with Su Miao was the fourth young master of the Tong family, the richest man in Jiangnan, and a dignified young master actually came over to participate in the King Chef Competition, Liang Jin's heart despised him in addition to contempt, and when he despised Tong Ran, he selectively forgot that his son was also on the stage.

"What?" I really didn't pay attention to it before returning to Gan, because the waiting time was too boring, and he came with his parents, he felt more and more bored, so the waiting time was actually sleeping all the time, this time he listened to Liang Jin's words, and was surprised, he was also one of the members of the jury, so naturally he couldn't allow any contestant to openly absent from the competition under his nose, stood up, lifted the corner of the curtain, and poked out half of his head.

At this moment, Tong Ran, who had been sitting under the pergola and reading, suddenly got up from the ebony armchair, elegantly rolled up his sleeves, and walked to the stove unhurriedly.

At this point, there was less than a quarter and a half of an hour left until the end of the game.

An assistant takes the egg out of the ice ding, the eggshell is still glowing with cold air, and when it collides violently with the hot air outside, a faint white smoke rises under the beautiful moon, which is clear and moving.

Tong Ran slowly rolled up his sleeves, broke up the eggs that had been chilled all day and were at the junction of refrigeration and freezing, and stirred them well with chopsticks.

Su Miao looked at him as if he was painting and writing poems, beating eggs, obviously a very ordinary or even uninteresting job, but it fell on his hands, but it was extremely elegant and charming.

From the time he sat down under the pergola early in the morning to the present, because he forgot the time because of the bystanders, because he was reluctant to move his footsteps, and waited until after dark, little girls abounded, and almost all the little girls looked greedily at the beautiful young man who was handsome in the jade tree and the wind to the heart.

After rolling up his sleeves, he just boiled the clear mountain spring water with fire, and then poured the beaten eggs into the hot spring water like a cloud of water under the jaw-dropping eyes of everyone, and quickly stirred it with chopsticks.

At first, people thought that he was fully prepared this time and put the eggs into the soup was just one of the steps of this soup, but after two minutes of the game, when Tong Ran hooked the corners of his lips and put down the chopsticks, and the sleeves were all tidied up, it was not until Tong Fei had already begun to greet the guy who served the dish to come to the stage, and everyone understood at this time!

It's really bold, in such a finals, in such a thrilling competition, when Su Miao's hand is still injured but still spares no effort, Tong Ran's last entry is actually a bowl of egg drop soup that can be cooked even if you are not a housewife!

Having said that, insiders know in their hearts that such a seemingly simple egg drop soup has countless mysteries and exquisiteness.

First of all, the water temperature should not be too low when making this soup, because if the temperature is too low, the eggs will freeze at once, and the soup will turn white. Of course, the temperature should not be too high, too high will cause the taste to be poor, and the fishy smell will come out.

The next step is to turn off the heat as soon as the spring water is boiling, and then quickly pour the eggs into it, which is the right time to make the egg liquid solidify immediately without looking old.

In addition, the method of pouring the eggs must be done in the form of paintings, and it is not possible to pour all the eggs in one place at once, because the water temperature will drop immediately at that moment, causing the soup to become cloudy. (To be continued.) )