This is completely an act of smashing the restaurant.

When the waiter heard this, he pointed at Zhang Ming and said, "Okay." Boy, you wait. ”

The waiter went in and called for someone.

Lin Wanxing was a little worried: "Husband, do you really know how to make Bazhen cakes?" ”

"Huh?" Zhang Ming was stopped by this question, and said with a smile: "You just said that I can't brag, but you don't have confidence in me this time?" Rest assured. It's just eight treasure cakes, my old man used to make them for me when he was a child, and then I made them for him when he grew up. In the early years, I basically had to do it a few times a year. ”

Hear this.

Lin Wanxing was finally relieved.

Not for a while.

A tall middle-aged man in a chef's robe came out.

The middle-aged man held a rolling pin in his hand and shouted with a vicious look in his eyes: "Who the hell wants to smash Lao Tzu's shop?" ”

"Uncle, this is this kid." The waiter pointed at Zhang Mingdao.

The middle-aged man took a rolling pin, glared at Zhang Ming and asked, "You want to smash Lao Tzu's shop?" ”

"Don't bite a mouthful." Zhang Ming said disdainfully: "Originally, I just sat here and ate some pastries, and then said that I could also make Bazhen cakes." When your nephew heard this, he insisted on me and said that I was bragging. Now that the words are all said, let's try it and see who makes the Bazhen cake better. ”

When the middle-aged man heard these words, he glanced at the waiter next to him and said, "What the hell is going on?" ”

There are many witnesses of this.

Soon, the middle-aged man completely figured it out.

Syllable.

The middle-aged man slapped the nephew with his backhand, and then scolded: "Do everything you can to find trouble for Lao Tzu." People make girls happy, what's your business? ”

The waiter covered his face and suddenly said, "He looks down on our Bazhen cake." ”

The middle-aged man ignored his nephew, just looked at Zhang Ming and said, "My name is Chen Baihan, buddy, this matter was wrong with my nephew at first, I apologize to you for him." My Chen family has been making Bazhen cakes for generations, and the unique secret recipe has been passed down for hundreds of years. You said that you can make Bazhen cakes, you should know the relationship between the surname Chen and Bazhen cakes! If you look down on our Chen family's Bazhen cake, you are insulting my ancestors. Today I will compete with you, if you make the Bazhen cake is really better than me, I will give you three bows. If you're not as good as me, you'll have to kowtow to my house and apologize. ”

"You're a fair man, much better than your nephew." Zhang Ming nodded and said, "Okay." Let's go to the back kitchen and try it out. ”

There are a lot of people watching the excitement.

Zhang Ming and Chen Baihan entered the back kitchen one after the other.

The kitchen is not small, there are all kinds of pastry materials, and this shop is originally a medicinal meal, and the ingredients for medicinal supplements are also sufficient.

The so-called eight treasures of the eight treasures are eight kinds of medicinal materials.

They are: Codonopsis, Atractylodes, Poria cocos, Lotus seeds, Chinese yam, Rhizome, Lotus seeds, and Coix seeds.

Plus stem rice flour and glutinous rice flour.

Zhang Ming glanced at the stored medicinal materials, just moved his nose, and then said with a smile: "Suhua Codonopsis, the thing is right." But it's a pity, there are many kinds of Codonopsis, and to make Bazhen Cake, Sichuan Codonopsis is the most tried. ”

One word.

Chen Baihan's face changed.

Zhang Ming just glanced at it and knew the types of Codonopsis, this kind of ability, which cannot be done without a few years of hard work in the traditional Chinese medicine industry.

"It's okay." Zhang Ming washed his hands in the sink next to him, then wiped them with a dry cloth, then picked up a bowl and began to take the medicinal herbs.

In front of everyone's eyes, a shocking scene happened.

The herbs were originally intact.

It's just that Zhang Ming took it in his hand, and when he put it in the bowl, it had already turned into fine powder.

"Energetic!" Chen Baihan's breathing worsened.

Zhang Ming didn't pay attention to the others, and just took care of himself and made Bazhen cakes. And Chen Baihan watched Zhang Ming's steps one by one, and had already forgotten that he was going to make Bazhen Cake, so he just followed closely and watched, wanting to see Zhang Ming's every move clearly.

Stem rice flour, glutinous rice flour sprinkled on the table, self-contained Taiji diagram.

"Mountain springs are the best for water." Zhang Ming glanced at Chen Baihan next to him and pointed slightly.

Chen Baihan nodded instinctively, but he was extremely embarrassed in his heart.

The recipe for Bazhen cake has actually been circulated outside.

It's just that the real difference lies in some of the details. Whether it is the selection of materials or steamed cakes, there is actually a lot of exquisiteness. Chen Baihan couldn't see the general situation, but he knew that the Bazhen cake made by Zhang Ming must taste different from his, and judging from these techniques, he was definitely a real connoisseur.

Many people present were holding mobile phones to take pictures.

It's just that in some places, Zhang Ming's technique is too fast, and even mobile phones are difficult to fully capture.

"Steamed cake." Zhang Ming put the finished Bazhen Cake in the basket, shook his head slightly at Chen Baihan and said, "Chen Baihan, do you know where the most inauthentic place of your Bazhen Cake is?" It's on this steamer. The steam oven of the ancestors of the Chen family is exquisite, the stove is built with red clay, and the soil has to be carefully selected, and it does not contain the slightest impurity. Eight treasures cake, eight treasures cake, is not just eight treasures so simple. In addition to the hearth soil of the stove, there is also the wood that starts the fire, and the old peach wood must be used to burn the fire. Peach wood is also called descending dragon wood, can be auspicious to avoid evil, although this sounds superstitious, but the ancestors left behind the things are not completely unreasonable. Your stove is not right, the wood is wrong, how can you make the real Eight Treasures Cake passed down by Chen Shigong? ”

Chen Baihan was said to be covered in sweat.

Words stayed.

Zhang Ming washed his hands again, pulled Lin Wanxing out of the back kitchen.

It's just that the two of them just walked out of the back kitchen.

Chen Baihan from behind came out and said anxiously to Zhang Ming: "Wait a minute." ”

"What's wrong?" Zhang Ming glanced back and said, "Do you want to compare?" ”

Chen Baihan shook his head, hurriedly knelt on the ground again, kowtowed to Zhang Ming and said, "I want to worship you as a teacher." Please teach me the real Bazhen Cake. Master, I want to worship you as a teacher, you can accept me as an apprentice. ”

A man in his forties and fifties actually worships a young man in his twenties as a teacher.

"I'm sorry. I don't take disciples. Zhang Ming shook his head and said: "I should point you to you, what I didn't tell you is something you are not qualified to learn, and it is also something that you can't learn in your life." “

Everything that needs to be said has been said.

Zhang Ming hugged Lin Wanxing and left.

Lin Wanxing leaned on Zhang Ming and sighed: "I thought you were a country boy. I didn't expect you to understand everything. I'm getting more and more pressured around you now, and I don't feel like I'm worthy of you anymore. ”

"What do you think?" Zhang Ming teased: "Who had a clear eye with me at the beginning, and asked me to swallow my anger about your acting career?" ”

Lin Wanxing flattened her mouth and said, "It's me who is not good, okay?" If you don't like it, I won't film in the future, and at most I will accept commercials. ”

"Shoot. It's your business. I'll be the protagonist for you in the future. Zhang Ming laughed.

The two were talking and laughing, but as soon as they walked to the street, they saw a car parked in the middle of the road, and a middle-aged man stood in front of the car.

Shen Changping.

What should have come is still coming.

"Old Man Shen has made a decision?" Zhang Ming asked with a smile.

Shen Changping nodded slightly, and said, "Please get in the car, the old man wants to see you." ”

Zhang Ming nodded slightly, glanced around, and finally his gaze stayed on a woman's body. When the young woman saw Zhang Ming's gaze, she took the initiative to come over.

"Send my wife back to the hotel." Zhang Ming explained.

The young woman was a person from Ziyan Pavilion, and after listening to Zhang Ming's instructions, she respectfully received the order and said, "Yes." Mr. Zhang. ”

When Lin Wanxing heard this, she pulled Zhang Ming and said, "I'll go with you." If you want to die, you have to die together. ”

"What is not dead, unlucky." Zhang Ming said with a smile: "Old man Shen is highly respected, and he won't worry about a junior with me." You go back to the hotel first, and I'll be back soon. ”