Zhang Guofu was a little surprised when he heard Fang Yu's words, he understood what Fang Yu meant, and knew that Fang Yu wanted to find the taste in his memory for him. Although Fang Yu's attitude moved him very much, he didn't think Fang Yu could do it.

Fang Yu knew what he was thinking as soon as he saw Zhang Guofu's expression, but Fang Yu didn't care, because where did others know the magic of "The Way of Taste".

Zhang Guofu saw that Fang Yu was full of confidence, and it was not easy to say anything, anyway, even if it didn't work, he also understood the love of these two children.

Fang Yu helped Zhang Guofu sit down, thought for a while, and asked, "Old man, which bowl of soup do you think is closest to the taste in your mind just now?" ”

Zhang Guofu thought for a while, pointed to the first bowl of soup and the last bowl of soup and said: "I feel that the aroma of the first bowl is a bit similar, but the taste of the last bowl also seems to be a bit similar." ”

Fang Yu took a look at the first bowl of soup, which was a mixture of broth and mushroom broth simmered with pork bones and backbones as the main ingredients, while the last bowl was a mixture of pork bone broth and chicken broth.

With these two bowls of soup as a reference, Fang Yu has a bottom in his heart.

According to Mr. Zhang's description, the restaurant that was also in this small building back then should not be a high-end restaurant for dignitaries.

This means that there shouldn't be anything particularly strange about the ingredients used in this restaurant.

The two bowls of soup that Mr. Zhang pointed out just now included pork bone soup, so the bowl of noodle soup must have been made with pork bones as the main ingredient, and it is likely that some chicken bones were added.

The first bowl of soup is mixed with mushroom soup, and the mushrooms have a special fragrance, which cannot be concealed even by the aroma of the broth.

According to Mr. Zhang, it means that the bowl of soup must have been added with a certain mushroom used by Fang Yu.

Fang Yu used seven kinds of mushrooms, such as golden mushrooms, oyster mushrooms, porcini mushrooms, agaricus mushrooms, oyster mushrooms, enoki mushrooms, and mouth mushrooms, to make two different mushroom soups in the soup today.

The restaurant back then couldn't be as extravagant as Fang Yu, even if it used mushrooms, it would use one or two at most.

Fang Yu's eyes swept over these materials, and his heart quickly eliminated those materials that could not be used one by one

The first of these seven mushrooms to be excluded is agaricus, which is also called Brazil mushroom, and the main production area is Brazil when you hear the name. No one in Sichuan and Shu back then should have known about this ingredient, let alone used it to make soup.

The second excluded is the mushroom, because this fungus is mainly produced in the northern grassland region.

One of the founding leaders of the People's Republic of China once wrote a poem: "The name of the mushroom is all over the world, but I don't know why it is called the mushroom?" It was originally produced in Zhangjiakou, and there were many mushrooms in the mouth. "It is said that this mushroom was first traded in Zhangjiakou, so it got its name.

At that time, the north-south transportation could not be as developed as it is now, and the mushrooms were not well preserved and were very easy to deteriorate.

The third excluded is porcini mushrooms, although this fungus is also produced in the Sichuan and Shu regions, but the yield is still very low, and it has always been listed as a first-class food.

Although the broth made from porcini mushrooms is delicious and sweet, it is impossible to use such precious ingredients as a base for ordinary noodle soup in a small restaurant.

The next thing to be excluded is oyster mushrooms. This mushroom, also known as the fungus or mushroom, is rich in amino acids and is a high-quality edible mushroom that has a strong inhibitory effect on cancer cells.

This mushroom is now relatively common and not expensive, but it was a court delicacy half a century ago.

Zhu Ben, a famous writer in the Southern Song Dynasty, once regarded oyster mushrooms as meat dishes, praising them as more precious than the jade of Wutai Mountain, and they are as delicious as flowers in the sky, which makes people have endless memories.

In recent decades, the artificial cultivation and production of oyster mushrooms have been realized in China, so the former princes and princes are on the table, and now they are fresh in thousands of dishes.

Also excluded for this reason are the oyster mushrooms.

Pleurotus eryngii, also known as the prickly mushroom, is actually one of the oyster mushrooms, which is separated from each other because of its almond-like aroma and abalone-like fatty taste. It was also cultivated in large quantities after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

The remaining mushrooms are shiitake mushrooms with thick flesh and short roots, the size of copper plates.

Although this shiitake mushroom is not as crisp and tender as the mushroom, it has a fresher taste, especially after drying, and has a strong aroma, which is especially suitable for soup.

It and enoki mushrooms are also large-scale artificial cultivation after the founding of the People's Republic of China, but after all, some people have been trying to cultivate them very early, which is not particularly precious, but they may be used in noodle soup.

Enoki mushrooms are mainly used to increase freshness, and there is no obvious aroma, and the impact is not great.

After delineating the basic ingredients, Fang Yu began to prepare the base soup, first boiling the pork bone broth, keeping the heat low, and taking the middle layer of the defatted chicken soup and adding it to it.

Then Fang Yu added two small golden mushrooms and a small handful of enoki mushrooms. It's not that Fang Yu is stingy, the main thing is that the fragrance of the money mushroom is too strong, and adding too much will completely overshadow the fragrance of the meat soup.

Finally, Fang Yu also dropped a few drops of locally produced rice wine to enhance the flavor and flavor.

In the process of simmering the soup over low heat, Fang Yu Mali's noodles were made into noodles.

Fang Yu was very envious of Zhao Lei's wonderful dough kneading performance last time, and then he quietly practiced hard for a while. Now, with his excellent physique and the skills of the five birds, he can also put the dough in eighteen postures.

Fang Yu's hard-working performance made Zhang Guofu couldn't help laughing, this young man is so interesting, he can play so many tricks when making noodles. He guessed that Fang Yu was deliberately trying to make himself happy, and he was also very useful in his heart.

By the time the soup stock is almost ready, the noodles are lined up on the board.

Fang Yu skillfully underneath, boiled noodles, scooped up and controlled drying, added a large spoonful of boiled and filtered broth, sprinkled with a handful of chopped green onions, put a few chicken hairy vegetables fished in the broth, and a bowl of special clear soup noodles was served in front of Zhang Guofu.

Zhang Guofu picked up this bowl of noodles carefully made by Fang Yu, did not rush to taste it, first lowered his head and sniffed it carefully, with a surprised smile on his face.

"That's right, it's the same aroma as it was back then." Zhang Guofu said excitedly.

Fang Yu saw the old man's happy appearance, and his heart was also very happy. As a chef, the greatest joy is to be able to bring joy to people with food, and the happy mood of the old man makes him feel that his hard work is worth it.

After confirming the aroma, Zhang Guofu picked up the noodle bowl and took a sip of the noodle soup gently, and his happy smile suddenly froze.

The aroma is no different, but the taste of this soup is still not right.

Fang Yu was originally looking at the old man with a smile, but suddenly found that the expression on the old man's face was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "Old man, what's wrong?" ”

Zhang Guofu shook his head, squeezed out a little smile to comfort Fang Yu, "It's nothing, it's just that the soup is too hot." With that, he put the noodle bowl down.

Although the old man tried his best to hide the disappointment in his heart, Fang Yu still felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what to do.

"Think about the match between you and Chang Xiude at the beginning, hurry up and add some soup to the noodles, and let the old gentleman taste it." Fang Yu's mind suddenly sounded again.

It turned out that the chopsticks quietly returned to Fang Yu's body.

Listening to Wei Zhen's words, Fang Yu's heart was shocked, and he immediately thought of what he had overlooked.

He carefully observed Zhang Guofu, and then made some cabbage juice and sugarcane juice, mixed it with some broth and heated it.

When the soup stock boiled slightly again, Fang Yu took a spoonful of the newly made stock and added it to the original noodle soup, stirred it gently, and handed the spoon to Zhang Guofu.

Fang Yu's efforts Zhang Guofu saw in his eyes, this young man had worked hard for such an old man as he had never known for so long, which really made him feel impressed.

But that taste was too difficult to restore back then, and he had asked more than one special chef to make that bowl of noodle soup for him before, but unfortunately the best situation was only the level of Fang Yu's bowl of noodles.

In fact, Fang Yu's performance had secretly surprised him, a young chef in a small roadside shop had such excellent skills, which was completely beyond his expectations, but unfortunately he still couldn't find the taste in his memory.

Fang Yu saw that Zhang Guofu didn't make a move for a long time, and couldn't help urging: "Old man, you can taste it again." ”

Under Fang Yu's expectant gaze, the old man scooped up another spoonful of soup and put it in his mouth.

An indescribably sweet taste bloomed from the tip of his tongue, and Zhang Guofu seemed to travel back in time to decades ago, taking over the bowl of warm noodle soup on a cold morning.

The old man's body shook, two lines of hot tears crossed his face, and he cried like a child.