After about ten minutes, the taxi stopped in front of a plaza, but surprisingly, the sun was still hanging in the sky, but it looked like a night market.

A variety of mobile stalls line up around the square, making various pastries on the spot, and all kinds of aromas are mixed together to turn into a soul-stirring meat fragrance, communicating and guiding passers-by to yearn for food.

The noodle making technique also has its own merits, and walking around the square, guests can enjoy the double enjoyment of food and juggling almost at the same time.

"This is the Longmen Food Court, that is, the venue of the Longmen Pastry Competition, it was not called this name, but there are many famous chefs who set up stalls here, and after a long time, the name was changed here, taking the meaning of carp jumping over the Dragon Gate, without two brushes, I didn't dare to set up a stall here, especially before the Longmen Pastry Competition, here are basically celebrity chefs from all over the world, in a sense, this is also a preliminaries, if even this food court can not survive, Then there is no need to participate in the next competition. ”

The taxi driver enthusiastically introduced all kinds of interesting facts about this square to Feng Xue, Feng Xue swept the payment code, took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket and put them on the seat, and said with a smile:

"Thank you, it's the tour guide fee."

"Oh, no!" The taxi driver wanted to say something, but Feng Xue had already closed the door and walked into the food court.

Although he had seen a lot of pictures in the taxi, when he got closer, it was a completely different feeling.

To ask specifically......

That's ......

The chef here is placed on Chen Xiyao's side, and the most inferior one can also take an A photo!

"Ah this, the martial arts master doesn't go to fight, so it's here?"

Feng Xue feels that the style of painting is becoming more and more wrong, but in a sense, it seems to be a little right.

After all, in a society governed by the rule of law, what can you do by learning kung fu? It's better to learn a trade and earn money to support your family.

Silently turning on the power of [Wu], and taking all the martial arts he saw into his grasp, Feng Xue walked to the first place at the door, glanced at the signboard of "Crab Roe Soup Bun", and immediately took out his mobile phone and swiped the payment code:

"Bring me a cage."

"Okay! Wait! The boss who was rolling the skin answered, slapped it with one hand, the steamer suddenly bounced up, the boss quickly waved his arm, and before the cage drawer fell, he pulled out a basket of buns below, and the young man who was roughly an apprentice on the side immediately took out a paper container, and carefully put the soup bag in the steamer that was large enough to have a bowl, and put a few shredded ginger and a little crab vinegar in the small one on the side, and then handed it to Feng Xuedao with a pair of unopened bamboo chopsticks:

"The box is waterproof, be careful of burning your mouth."

Feng Xue took the paper lunch box, looked at the crystal clear soup bag, immediately stretched out the chopsticks, did not move her mouth immediately, but clamped the mouth of the fish and lifted it slightly, this bun weighs half a catty, and the thin skin can see the golden soup inside, but even if she is so lifted, there is no posture to leak at all, but it is soft and soft, like a water balloon that you often play with in childhood.

Gently poking the skin, the soup gushed out instantly, and a fresh and sweet smell of crab roe suddenly rushed into the tip of the nose, bringing the bowl to the side of the mouth and snorting slightly, full of umami like a river flooding back and forth in the mouth.

The umami of the crab roe and the flavor of the pork bone broth are distinctly layered, but there is no dissonance, just like the scenery of mountains and seas in a picture frame, which is distinct but sets off each other.

Taking a bite of the hot soup into his mouth, Feng Xue carried the still intact bun and dipped it in a little ginger and crab vinegar, and ate it in his mouth, but he did not have the kind of shock after the essence was exhausted, but gave him a feeling like drinking a glass of warm boiled water after high-intensity exercise, soft and comfortable.

The strong dough made of high-gluten flour is mixed with the softness of steam during the steaming process, and has a faint but long aftertaste.

The filling is made by stir-frying crab oil mixed with a small amount of shrimp skin and pork, but it seems to have some bone marrow from pork barrel bones added to it, giving people the ultimate refreshing feeling of taking a bite of bone marrow after drinking large bone broth.

Obviously, it is a big bag weighing half a catty, but this mouthful of soup is not a little burden, the seasoning is smooth, and there will even be a feeling of loss after eating, which makes people can't help but taste the deliciousness that has gone away, leaving only a faint sour taste mixed with ginger fragrance lingering between the mouth and nose.

"Good guy, I call it good guy!" Feng Xue stared at the empty box in his hand, and before he knew it, he even drank the ginger crab vinegar.

He turned his head to look at the chef who was still rolling out the skin and stuffing quickly, and a subtle feeling suddenly flooded into his heart, the other party's technique he could easily copy, but he didn't dare to say that he could reproduce such a small bun.

Formulas, raw materials, and invisible pretreatments certainly account for a part, but more of a mysterious feeling.

"Is it something similar to martial arts?"

Feng Xue raised his eyebrows slightly, if he was replaced by someone else, this martial arts might be a hurdle that he couldn't overcome, but as a strange talk with the power of [martial arts], he would not be restricted by the likes of "everyone has their own unique reason", the only problem is that this thing is not only martial arts, there is another part of things similar to it.

"Something like a cook, a kitchen?" Feng Xue relied on her experience in her previous life to make some guesses, and did not stop in front of this stall, but walked towards the next stall.

"This is obviously not intended to be food for the entry, and if it is of this level, I am afraid it will be a bit difficult for me to get the wishful stick."

Feng Xue muttered in his heart, but he didn't give up, at this time, there was still a month of preparation time before the official start of the Longmen Pastry Competition, and he had plenty of time to make up for his shortcomings.

"I'm also the man known as the Demon Chef!"

Thinking like this in her heart, Feng Xue took a few steps to the next stall and said to the boss who was jumping around sitting on a bamboo pole:

"Boss, let's have a wonton noodle!"

"Okay!"

The boss answered, but it was not him, but an apprentice standing at the table, who neatly lowered the wonton and noodles into different pots, and quickly handed over a small portion of noodles.

Perhaps it is the relationship between the food street, the portion of this bowl of noodles is not large, and it is only two or two noodles with four wontons, but the umami of the pork bone broth has already come to the nose.

On the noodles, wrapped in some sparse particles, they looked a bit like sesame seeds, but they were smaller, and without thinking too much, Feng Xue picked up a chopstick noodle and put it in his mouth.

"Woo......"

The next chapter will be sent tomorrow, by the way, the first day of the month is customary to hand over the leave slip, so eleven pigeons, above.

ps: I don't know why in the first two chapters.,I jumped nine hundred directly when I opened a new volume.,Scared me.,Dianniang can't change the title.,Pit.。

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