Chef Fang was puzzled by her sudden urgency.

"How could it be my thing? The easiest thing for him to pick up is not the objects of Runtang and Xiaoer? I live in the innermost room of the backyard, and he can't steal it even if he comes to steal. ”

Meng Hui sighed, pulled him to a more remote place, and looked left and right at the corner, and said, "If the male sister likes you!" Before she left, she designated stealing one of your things as a souvenir! ”

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Fang Zhinan felt that he was confused, Fang Zhinan was a brother to him, even if he knew that she was a woman, his previous memory still made him think that this was a buddy, and suddenly knew that his buddy liked him......

Fang Zhi was so dizzy that he even forgot to frown.

"Hurry up and find it!" Meng Hui gently pushed him, "The sooner you know what it is, you can calmly and calmly take the first step to break his physical evidence, saying that it is a parting gift you gave to Sister Runan." When the time comes, throw out the wheels, and your hairy face will be beaten! ”

"Oh...... I...... That's ...... Go to ......" Fang Zhinan stammered, turned around and stumbled and almost fell, and walked towards the yard in a panic.

Meng Hui hurriedly returned to the back kitchen to help Aunt Ma with things, planning to take time to ask Fang Zhinan what he had lost after finishing his work. At this moment, she was not panicked at all.

Because he has a diary in hand, it can be proved that Zhao Runan really likes Fang Zhidifficult. As long as Fang Zhinan is willing to cooperate, saying that he also has the other party in his heart, and left her an item to remember, what Mao Bu pulls out in his hand is not a murder witness, but a token of affection.

The murderer has been found out, and the next step is to wait for him to die in front of the nobleman.

Meng recalled that if it weren't for Mao Buba's lack of greed and wanting to use this incident to harm Fang Zhiyi, she would have to do a lot of things to sue him for murder.

She thought about it, if she really couldn't find more evidence, she summoned Zhao Runan's ghost, and pestered Mao Buba every night to ask for his life, until he went to the government to surrender himself.

It's just that this method is too soul-consuming and a waste of time, so she doesn't plan to use it until the critical moment. Now it's okay, Mao Buba likes to die, let him do it, thinking of this, Meng Hui is looking forward to this cooking competition more and more.

She doesn't think that Mao Bu will not enter the finals, but he is a person with a family heirloom, and he has been cooking all his life, so it will definitely be no problem to make it to the last one.

She doesn't think that she can't get into the finals, and the envisioned dishes are gradually taking shape, and they only need to be evaluated by the master chef and the shopkeeper to see if they can be improved.

Without the pressure of exposing the murderer, Meng Hui was finally able to devote himself to the study of new dishes, and pondered this matter no matter what he did, in order to have color, fragrance, taste, shape, and meaning, otherwise he would not be able to catch the stomachs of those nobles.

"The smell of fish is novel enough, there is no similar taste here, but I am afraid that the novelty is too much, and no one likes to eat this flavor. If you sprinkle salt and pepper after frying, or use shrimp paste after steaming, the taste will certainly not be offensive, but something too safe is a bit ordinary. ”

Meng Hui's mind is full of cooking methods of jade tofu, and he can't wait to rush back to modern times and open the APP to write down all the relevant methods.

In addition to cooking, she also had to practice her knife skills and skills. You can't pass the test with ideas alone, the strength of Xiaohui and her own soul is only barely strong, and it is definitely not enough to see in a competition full of masters.

Fortunately, the master and the shopkeeper spoke, and everyone handed over the easiest work to her, as long as she was busy with the things at hand, she could go to the big kitchen to practice the basic skills with a few helpers.

Meng Hui took the washed clothes of Aunt Ma and a few short-term aunts away, took them to the yard and shook them neatly, hung them on bamboo poles to dry them one by one, and went to the kitchen happily after they were done.

"Brother Chang Lu," Meng Hui stepped forward, and seeing that he looked focused, he couldn't help but lower his voice, "Can you teach me to cut tofu?" ”

"Look first." Chang Lu is very serious when he does things, he gently presses the tofu block with his left hand, holds a sharp kitchen knife in his right hand, and carefully cuts the tofu into thin slices first, each slice is less than the thickness of the paper.

Meng Hui had seen such a skill on TV, but she had never seen it with her own eyes, she stared intently at his hand, trying to see how his hand pressed the tofu, and how the knife for cutting vegetables was continuous and flawless.

Tender tofu and jade tofu are very easy to scatter, and if you are not careful, the quality will be destroyed, and incomplete things can never be presented to the nobles, so Meng Hui must keep the food intact from cutting to cooking.

Tender tofu is more perishable than tama tofu, as long as she can maintain the tender tofu to the shape she wants, then it will be easy to cook yuko tofu.

"You see, after cutting, use the knife to gently move in the opposite direction," Chang Lu said as he gently pressed the tofu slices to the other end, picked up the kitchen knife again and took a deep breath, "The eyes and hands should be fast, and the heart should be calm." ”

After he finished speaking, he began to move, immersed in the rise and fall of the knife, his eyes followed his hands, his hands moved as he wished, and soon cut the tofu as thin as a hair.

Fill the shredded tofu with a kitchen knife and put it in the water, and stir it with chopsticks, it looks like a hazy white mist. "Alas, I can't cut it, so I can only make 'seven-color soup'."

The seven-color soup is made of seven colors of materials cut into thin strips, and then thickened after being fired into a thick soup, and the requirements for shredded tofu are not as high as those of "mountains and rivers in the fog". Because there are only two materials in the fog landscape, tofu white silk and fungus filament, you can see at a glance whether the tofu silk is broken or not, and whether the length is consistent.

The seven-color soup is one of the most popular dishes in the affordable dish, and most of the guests who have some spare money but do not have a high status order to eat in the lobby, while the expensive landscape in the fog is only ordered by the guests in the upstairs private room.

"You can try this scrap first, then use my knife, I'll go over there and watch the second senior brother cook." Chang Lu can't go to the stove now, so he can only cut vegetables and prepare materials, and he quickly left the side of the board after getting the tofu shreds.

There are also four and a half pieces of tender tofu on the table, which are the uneven color and uneven surface of the corners, which are generally used in the back kitchen to cook and eat by themselves, or to practice for new chefs.

Meng Hui picked up the heavy kitchen knife, flipped it in his hand, exuded a little soul power to control it with his mind, and took the tofu in his left hand and carefully placed it on the board.

With the knife in her hand, the one-centimeter-thick tender tofu gradually became a thin slice one centimeter wide and three inches long under her attentive cutting.

Despite the intentional assistance, after cutting it, Meng Hui still found that there were many broken places, which were still a cut worse than the usual roads.

"There's a long way to go......"

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