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If Old Man Tao, the supreme leader of the Imperial Dining Room, is not present in Beijing, this executive chef is the boss of the Imperial Dining Room in Beijing and the Emperor of the Soil. Nature has the right to act cheaply.

However, since Old Man Tao is in the capital city, and he is in this imperial food shop, there are some things before and after processing, and he can't help but give notice in advance.

After all, this is not a trivial matter, and even if he is an apprentice who is deeply trusted by Chairman Tao, he can't be arbitrary.

Putting aside the leadership and making decisions alone, this is a taboo in the workplace in a country like Huaxia, where the favor is greater than the sky and the face is greater than the earth! Officialdom taboo!

Therefore, because the matter had already been dealt with before the old man Tao was notified, the beloved apprentice of the old man Tao had just been ordered to leave not long after the master's urging, and he had already completely dealt with the mess and ran back with a thermos soup pot.

When Mr. Tao unscrewed the insulated soup pot, when the steaming heat from the soup pot spread, and when the unheard-of umami broke into everyone's nose, Mr. Tao's surroundings seemed to be frozen for thousands of miles or the magic of time stopped.

The sound of gold and iron clanging of spatulas on several stoves next to it suddenly stopped, and the sound of the clashing of knives on several cutting boards next to them also stopped.

Within a radius of three meters, after a short period of condensation, only the sound of hiss ~ hiss N, exhaling N exhaling N, deep breathing remained.

In the radiation range of steam, the aromas of various dishes and the smell of oil smoke that originally occupied the entire space were melted, driven away, and rejected in an instant, just like summer snow suddenly meeting the scorching sun!

So, in the shili range of this pot of soup, there is only the indescribable umami!

Overbearing!!!

A freshly pressed passion !!

After the umami taste entered his nose, Old Man Tao completely forgot his sour tone when his apprentice said that he was called the freshest in the world, forgot the idea of wanting to find faults, and forgot his doubts about Xiao Zhang Baitang's first praise in the world.

At this time, the only thing that occupied all the thinking space in Mr. Tao's mind was this one word!

After getting intoxicated and taking two deep breaths at the edge of the pot, Old Man Tao was not even willing to delay the little effort to find the spoon, and couldn't wait to take a big sip on the side of the pot.

Suddenly, the umami taste that was as pure as the previous sinus enjoyment, but a hundred times more intense, exploded on every taste bud of Old Man Tao's tongue. As the hot soup flows down the throat, the throat, esophagus, and stomach, which can only feel the temperature but not the taste, seem to have suddenly evolved a sense of taste. Enjoy it with your mouth and nose and enjoy the real deliciousness that you have never enjoyed before.

Since Mr. Tao is one of the initiators of this meeting, he is the landlord of this meeting. In the arrangement of the stove, it is natural to follow the thoughts of the old man Tao.

Therefore, the chefs who cook with Mr. Tao are all old friends who have a close relationship with Mr. Tao's fame.

These chefs with sharp noses and sensitive sense of taste have been attracted by the fresh breath of Old Man Tao after opening the pot, and they have stopped the work on the stove, and they have stopped the knife light in their hands to enjoy this unheard of umami together.

When they saw that Old Man Tao had tasted a mouthful of fresh soup, there was no follow-up action, and Mu Ran stood there silent, playing deeply, and pretending to be a copper tire clay sculpture. Suddenly, one by one couldn't bear it. ..., they are all old friends and brothers, and these chefs will naturally not be polite to Mr. Tao, and naturally they will not stand by and watch in a hurry.

First of all, the old man who occupied the stove on the left hand side of Old Man Tao, took advantage of the fact that Old Man Tao's soul was outside before the other old men reacted, and quickly snatched the soup pot in Old Man Tao's hand, and the monkey was so anxious that he didn't care whether the white soup in the pot was hot or not, and he took a big sip as soon as he tilted his neck.

Then, this celebrity chef who is as famous as Mr. Tao accompanies Mr. Tao as if he was evil, and the two brothers closed their eyes and became intoxicated together, becoming clay sculptures.

Then, another old man took Tang Ru......

As the soup pot continued to change hands, the soup in the pot was like the sea level at low tide, getting lower and lower, until it became trickle under the eyes of a few chefs who had not yet tasted it.

These old men are all top masters in the Shijie kitchen industry, and they are all Taishan Beidou in the Chinese food industry. Although they are not gourmets engaged in the profession of food appreciation and judgment, their food appreciation ability is definitely not worse than any well-known foodie on Shijie.

It is precisely because they are proficient in cooking and know how to appreciate food more than ordinary people, so this pot of white soup shocks them more than ordinary diners; The aftertaste left for them is also older than that of ordinary diners.

After a long while, Old Man Tao smacked his mouth with unfinished care, opened his eyes, and sighed deeply:

"The freshest in the world,?

Sure enough, it is the freshest in the world!

It is worthy of being the freshest in the world! ”

With a long sigh from Old Man Tao, the chefs who grabbed the soup also smacked their mouths one by one and came to their senses. After each of them took a pity at the empty soup pot, they chattered around Old Man Tao.

"Old Tao, what's going on with this soup? What did you do? ”

"The first freshest in the world you said is this soup, right? …… Gee...... Deserved, deserved! ”

"Lao Tao, let's not dig the secret recipe, Lao Lu, you must keep this treasure for yourself to pad the coffin." However, what is the original essence of this soup, can you reveal a little bit? ”

Looking at the insulated soup pot that was already empty in the hands of an old friend.

looked at the seven or eight celebrity chefs and everyone in the whole house who were originally guarding their own stoves, but now they were all around them. Listening to the ears full of gossip, all kinds of problems in the south and the north, the old man Tao, who was noisy and a little buzzing, hurriedly raised his hands and pressed Xiangxia.

When these old guys quieted down with their gestures and listened with bated breath, Old Man Tao spoke:

"My old Tao doesn't dare to be presumptuous, but his family knows his ability. I'm not afraid of a few jokes from my brother, with our old Tao's little water, we can't make this kind of soup at all. I'm afraid that except for this kid, all the chefs in Shijie can't make such a fresh, pure soup!

Where did this soup come from? Who did it? ”……”

Speaking of this, Old Man Tao paused, and said with a somewhat strange expression:

"Everyone, everyone should have been present at the preparatory meeting of our stove mouth a few days ago, right? Do you still remember the young man who won the Beijing Gang Vegetable Pie's Lao Deng with a sour pepper fish? His name is Zhang Jin, and this white soup, which is praised by the diners as the freshest in the world, is what he cooked. This soup is now being sold at the food stall in front of my Imperial Restaurant! A large vat full, not to mention more than 2,000 catties!

Listen, the first fresh in the world is not what Xiao Zhang claims, but the names that those diners gave themselves when they saw that this soup had no name! ”

"Hum~"

Old Man Tao's explanation immediately made these famous chefs explode the pot and turn their heads one by one. Coupled with a dozen or twenty whispering helpers, there was a whisper in this huge kitchen, just like the movement of a hornet's nest. …,

Of course, they remembered the young man who used an authentic Beijing dish to pick off the master and apprentice of the Beijing Gang cuisine. Of course, they remembered how the young man had won the game without any suspense without anyone looking at the haode.

Even some chefs who want to suppress young people, or make friends with Lao Deng, even if they want to help and find fault with their conscience, they have no way to deal with it. Not to mention those who open their eyes and talk nonsense, they will judge the winner or lose!

After all, the cultivation of these people is much worse than those sticks with red mouths and white teeth who talk nonsense, and compared with those ghosts who tamper with history!

Of course, they still remember the breathtaking knife work of the young man when he danced the knife; I still remember how impeccable and indescribably delicious the sour pepper fish cooked by the young man.

At that time, after the big victory, Zhang Jin gave up the stove and joined the camp of roadside food stalls. Although it is difficult for these self-contained famous chefs to understand Zhang Jin's approach, only a few people, including Mr. Tao, have either hypocritically or sincerely retained Zhang Jin. In fact, although most people are regretful on the surface, they are actually happy in their hearts.

The reason for this is mainly because it can be seen from this sour pepper fish alone that Zhang Jin's strength is too strong, and these people who are here for fame and profit are afraid that Zhang Jin will be too prominent in this conference, so that he who wants to use this platform to make his name go to the next level, has become a foil, or even a laughing stock!

But these people didn't expect that even if Zhang Jin jumped to the street food side, even if he degenerated from a chef to a stall owner, he still made a delicious delicacy that all chefs were ashamed to match.

Two thousand of these cauldrons of white soup can be cooked at a time, and this breathtaking flavor can be cooked. What if it's a small pot of soup? Wouldn't it be better, a few points?

And.

They estimate that this is from Zhang Jin's hand, and a bowl of street white soup for ten yuan may be enough to suppress dozens of restaurants on the street and thousands of sky-high delicacies from hundreds of famous artists at home and abroad.

This is even more embarrassing than being suppressed by Zhang Jin, who is also a chef. After all, in the eyes of these chefs, the so-called snacks are not on the table.

The street snacks loved by the little people in the market are compared with the sky-high delicacies of the wealthy and wealthy businessmen, just like "Lower Riba People" is to "Spring and White Snow"!

And Zhang Jin's "Lower Riba Man" cooked in a vat actually overshadowed the "Spring and White Snow" played by these famous chefs!

Shame on you! (To be continued.)