"Really, it's a taste of the world."

A small piece of cake that solves in a few bites.

Putting down the little fork unsatisfied, Old Man Ke muttered.

None of the families refuted his words.

"There are noodles but not much, and there are eggs, and the number is not large. I've always felt that dim sum has to be sweet to be delicious. Wan Pozi, who was concentrating on making the sugar cake the sweetest, was puzzled and sighed.

This cheesecake not only tastes unique, but its texture is also strange enough that no one has tasted its ingredients except for Wan Pozi, who has been dealing with flour all her life.

Of course, there was no doubt about her words.

"It's so delicious to look at such an inconspicuous snack, not to mention anything else." Mrs. Yang's eyes are locked on the color, and the shape is the most beautiful peach blossom crisp.

She was curious.

The cheesecake is not pretty, but for the other snacks on the table, out of the door of the Bazhen Building, it can't be said that it.

The peach blossom cake is beautiful, but it is just a traditional dim sum, and I can't imagine what kind of advantages it has compared to cheesecake!

Ding Xue was very confident, and she knew that Mrs. Yang did not mean to belittle when she said this, so she simply commented on a few snacks on the table, and hurriedly distributed the peach blossom cake to everyone.

Compared with the cheesecake, this beautiful and familiar peach blossom cake seems to be nothing new, but looking at the familiar dim sum, it does not look like the taste they remember.

Generally, the peach blossom crisp in the pastry shop is filled with bean paste or peanut sugar puree, and here, the appearance is undoubted, but the filling wrapped in the heart is as dense and sticky as a soft-boiled egg.

"The ingredients in this filling are similar to Fang Cai's dim sum." Wan Pozi lowered her lips, and her eyes stared at the half of the snack in her hand for a moment: "It should be that thing and egg yolk." ”

Evaluation, Wan Pozi has evaluated some famous halls, but there are not many.

The main ingredients for custard filling are cream and egg yolk.

"Eggs?" Mrs. Yang was skeptical.

She didn't even taste the eggs.

Wan Pozi took a bite of the filling and nodded firmly: "There are definitely eggs." ”

"The ingredients are solid and novel, so it's no wonder that guests flock to them." Ke Pozi wanted to lick the custard dripping on her wrist, but she couldn't pull her face.

Delicious things naturally make people rush to them, but there are not many people who can taste them in one bite.

Ding Xuewei became interested in Wan Pozi.

"Grandma Wan, you try this." She sandwiched a piece of mint cold cake into Wan Pozi's plate.

This mint cold cake is peculiar not only because it uses mint, but also because it is different from the glutinous rice flour that is preferred for dim sum such as cold cake on the market.

The mint cold cake in Bazhen Building is made of kraft glue.

"Let's try it."

When Wan Pozi solved the peach blossom cake in one bite and picked up the peach ice water to drink, Ding Xuewei sent their respective cold cakes to everyone.

There has been a strange invagination of peach blossom crisp, the whole body is pale green, and the mint cold cake with a complex leaf bud shape is not dared to be lazy.

It's just that this time, even Wan Pozi can't eat a reason.

"This snack is made with meat."

In the gaze of a room, Ding Xuewei said so.

"Meat!?"

Not to mention Old Man Ke and others, even Ding Lao Wu was surprised.

Of course, the recipe can't be nonsense.

Ding Xue nodded with a slight smile: "It's indeed made of meat." ”

“··· Really, whimsically! Wan Pozi will taste it carefully: "I can't eat the taste of meat." ”

"If it smells of meat, it should be a vegetable." Mrs. Yang said subconsciously.

The daughter-in-law of the He family nodded to Mrs. Ke.

"I guess no one knows that this snack has something to do with meat." Old man Ke's expression was complicated.

If anyone knew that this cold cake was not made of the familiar glutinous rice noodles, but the meat, then the cheesecake would not be so fascinating.

"The recipe is classified." Ding Xue nodded slightly.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were complicated.

How could she know the secret of the recipe for Bazhen Lou's dim sum?

Although it was curious and strange, everyone who was interested in it didn't ask much, and after Ding Xuewei gave the green plum pot helmet again, she set her eyes on the small snack.

When the shopkeeper Gao took people to serve the food, everyone in the wing room happened to finish tasting the dim sum, whether they looked familiar or unfamiliar, everyone ate inexplicably... I don't even know what I've eaten!

When Shopkeeper Gao put a large pot of mushroom chicken soup on the table, a thought arose.

It should be Ding Xuewei who has shares in Bazhen Building.

Not to mention anything else, the Bazhenlou soup pot must be booked to eat, but everyone has heard of it.

Two months ago, I heard that someone was fighting in Bazhen Building for a pot of soup.

"This is the chef in the store, Wen Jiu."

After putting the dishes on the table one by one, the shopkeeper Gao waved off the little second brothers, leaving a fat uncle like Maitreya Buddha to introduce Ding Xuewei.

As soon as Chef Guo's standard figure in Fucheng appeared, Ding Xuewei guessed that as soon as the big Hanpu with an oily face and a smile in his eyes showed up.

"Uncle Wen." She greeted her without fear.

Wen Jiu was stunned at first, and then nodded in a panic: "Hey, hey." ”

Her shout brought the relationship between the two closer, and Wen Jiu accidentally pushed the shopkeeper Gao away and stood behind Ding Xuewei.

A pair of chopsticks to help with the dishes.

"Xue Wei, this stir-fried houttuynia is something I recently researched."

The moment she saw the root of the folded ear, Ding Xuewei was very surprised.

She likes to fold the ear root, whether it is cold salad, boiled soup or stir-fried meat to dip in water ingredients, she likes it very much.

She also paid special attention to a series of wild vegetables such as watercress and water celery when everything recovered after spring, and a series of wild vegetables emerged from the ditches and waterholes on the spring side.

I didn't find any trace of the root of the folded ear, and I was quite unhappy at the time.

"Houttuynia cordata." She looked curious and tasted the dishes.

People who like it find it delicious, and those who don't like it are hard to swallow.

She has seen a lot of eating and broadcasting persuaded by the peculiar fishy smell of folded ear roots, and she has also seen many arguments about it.

She never thinks that the deliciousness of the ear root is as absolute as sweet and salty bean curd.

There is a very big difference between raw food and cooked food.

The folded ear root of raw food and cold salad is refreshing and fishy, but the surface is soft and fragrant after stir-frying, which is completely two extreme tastes.

If she eats fried food when she starts, she doesn't think anyone will like it.

"It doesn't smell fishy." couldn't help it, she grabbed another chopstick: "The taste is peculiar, fragrant and refreshing." ”

Ding Xuewei's affirmation made Wen Jiu feel surging: "This Houttuynia cordata is only unique to Baoshan Mansion, and I ate a lot of it when I was young. I was lucky enough to go home, so I dug up some seeds, and I remembered it not long ago, so I tried it. ”

In this world, a recipe can support a family, and if you want to ensure the restaurant business, the recipe must be exclusive and top secret, whether it is a chef or a dim sum chef in the restaurant, you are either a dead contract slave or a long-term worker.

Listening to him, he is different from Chef Guo, he is a slave of the death contract.

And the folded ear root is not an ordinary vegetable.

"It's a good dish that can be planted openly."

"Really!"

Wen Jiu was ecstatic.

Fiercely, he turned around and grabbed the shopkeeper Gao: "Old Gao, did you hear it, it's a good dish." ”

The shopkeeper Gao was speechless.

"I heard it, but I wasn't deaf."

"Hey~" Wen Jiu smirked.

You can't really blame him.

The existence of this Houttuynia cordata in Baoshan Mansion is equivalent to the watercress of the Closed City Mansion and the water chestnut of Chen Hui.

The difference is that Houttuynia cordata is unpopular and belongs to the category of annoying weeds.

Eat it, it's a desperate gamble when life is on the line.

Not to mention that no one in Baoshan Mansion wants to take a second look at it, but there are definitely not many who will serve it to the table.

"I didn't bring much, so I planted a small piece, during this time I pondered a few times, and there was not much left, so I went back and transported the seedlings from Baoshan Mansion and sent them to you?" Wen Jiu collected his mind and asked cautiously.

A roar every day, begging for tickets, begging for collections··

(End of chapter)