As soon as everyone heard that they could let the shrimp spit out the sand by themselves, they were all curious, and they all got up to watch, and immediately surrounded Fu Ning.

"Hey, it's really, you're spitting sand!" From time to time, onlookers let out cries of surprise.

Fu Ning cleaned up a prawn, put it in the basin next to it, and then scooped up the next prawn and massaged ten in a row.

After that, the shrimp shell is peeled, the shrimp line is removed, and the shrimp head is cleaned to leave the shrimp tail.

After the shrimp were ready, Fu Ning began to prepare the hanging paste.

The Lingfu cook, who was watching from a distance, looked at it for a long time and said disdainfully: "I thought it was some kind of fairy technique, it was similar to what I did, he just had a little skill when cleaning the sand inside the shrimp, but what is the matter with the fusion of hanging paste and shrimp meat?" ”

Kitchen steward: "Look carefully, if you don't have any skills, how can people come here to show off?" ”

In the middle of the field, Fu Ning finished the normal procedure and put the two small basins containing the peeled shrimp and the finished batter into the same sink.

The chef outside the venue suddenly couldn't understand it, and when he did this, shouldn't he fry it in the pot?

At the table, Zhao Shuang nodded secretly, sure enough, he was a genius he fancied, and he was able to comprehend the method by himself.

Hu Jingyun next to him was puzzled: "Master, what are you waiting for?" ”

Zhao Shuang said: "This can keep the temperature of the shrimp and the temperature of the paste consistent." ”

"Temperature? What is the temperature? ”

Zhao Shuang was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that there was no thermometer at this time, and naturally there was no accurate division of temperature, and similarly, the word did not appear.

"Temperature is a description of whether an object is hot or cold, a high temperature means that the object is hot, and a low temperature means that the object is cold."

Hu Jingyun nodded: "That is to say, the temperature of the shrimp and the paste is the same, which can ensure that after they are fried, they will be fused into one, instead of two skins?" ”

In general, this girl still has understanding, but her operation ability is too poor.

Zhao Shuang nodded.

Fu Ning finally began to fry in the oil pan, ten prawns, after frying, the whole body was golden, and the tail was bright red, all like a small pipa.

Fu Ning put the pipa prawns on a plate and formed a cone around the plate, but did not add a small green flower on the top.

Old man Liu: "Is this over?" Did you make a paste with shrimp? ”

Fu Ning didn't pay attention to Old Man Liu, but walked towards Zhao Shuang with a plate and sent it to Zhao Shuang.

Zhao Shuang picked up a prawn, which was a little hot, blew it, and took a bite.

Crisp and tender complement each other, mellow and delicious, wonderful.

Eighty delicious values.

Thirty more delicious than the chef of Ling Mansion.

With such a difference, even if some people have a poor sense of taste and can't realize that the paste and shrimp complement each other, they should be able to taste what Fu Ning made, which is much better than what the chef of Lingfu made.

Du Sanniang swallowed a mouthful of water and said, "Miss Zhao, how does it taste?" ”

Zhao Shuang pushed the plate to Du Sanniang: "Please taste!" ”

Du Sanniang couldn't wait to pick one up and put it in her mouth, she was immediately intoxicated by the deliciousness, and nodded again and again: "Mmmmmmmm ”

Old man Liu didn't believe it, Du Sanniang was an oiran, and her acting skills were naturally not said.

"I'll taste it." Old man Liu couldn't help but stretch out his chopsticks directly, and he needed to quickly prove that Fu Ning didn't do what they said, because this time everyone bet on him.

Du Ruoniang also got up and said, "Can the slave family also taste it?" ”