"Hehe, my old man said that if it wasn't for a famous chef, it wouldn't be worth tasting with my tongue, but that's ordinary, it's on the train!

The surname Zhang, let you learn to be obedient, gourmets naturally have the persistence and pursuit of gourmets, do you let me eat instant noodles on the train self-heating pot?

Although Peng Cheng's soup and fried buns are just folk breakfasts, they can only be regarded as a snack at most, but they are also made by the 'Internet celebrity chef' recommended by you, even if my old man doesn't look down on you, I have to give Editor-in-Chief Wei a taste of face. ”

Wu Jiuyu smiled and said, "Editor-in-chief Wei, I heard that this Zhouzhou is from Pengcheng?"

That's even better, if he can't even make breakfast in his hometown, then it proves that he is not qualified to let Lixing publish a special issue for him, and my old man's task will be completed. ”

"Hehe......"

Wei Hong looked at the angry old man Zhang Zhouxuan, who was really embarrassed; But there is no way to do it at this point, this 'poisonous snake' was recruited by her, so she can only find a chance to apologize to the old man afterwards.

The two old men were arguing with each other, and they kept arguing from outside the dining car to the seats, only to find that the four of them were actually arranged at a table; The old man Zhang Zhouxuan sat opposite Wu Jiuyu, and Xu Ning looked at Wei Hongmian, really worried that the two old men would turn around and talk about fighting......

"How could it be him!"

Beating eggs in the soup is a major feature of Pengcheng's breakfast, and Xie Guangyun is the apprentice of the King of Chickens in Guangdong Province, so the work of beating eggs for diners falls on his head; was standing in the kitchen beating eggs, and suddenly saw Wu Jiuyu through the strip glass window of the kitchen.

He knows this old thing even if it turns to ashes!

Three years ago, this poisonous snake went south to Guangdong Province, ran to their three brothers' shops to find all kinds of faults, and finally the master personally went out, but this old thing still didn't give any face, and actually said that the white chopped chicken made by the master was more than tender, and the aftertaste was insufficient, and the defeat was defeated on the dipping sauce.

Xie Guangyun even suspected that the master's biggest obsession was this dipping sauce, otherwise why would he go crazy when he saw Zhou Shen's dipping sauce? He also ordered himself to stay and help cook on the spot?

Although he didn't suffer a loss for Zhou Shen's cooking, he even faintly felt that his cooking skills were showing signs of breakthrough these days, but one yard to another, which could not offset his hatred for this 'old poisonous snake'.

"Who? Brother Xie, who are you talking about?

The fat man came over curiously, and Xie Guangyun made a look and whispered, "You be quiet... Don't let Zhou Shen hear it.

Sitting opposite Mr. Zhang is a gourmet's-stirring stick, and messing with his chef is tantamount to getting into trouble.

Zhou Shen can't compete with this kind of person, just let him get out of the way after breakfast.

Well, number 127? This old thing also ordered soup and beaten eggs, so I have to be cautious about this, but don't let him find any fault with it. ”

"Just the old man?"

The fat man looked at Wu Jiu's tongue and sneered lightly, and said in his heart, Brother Xie, you still don't know enough about my family boss.

What kind of gourmet, what kind of 'poisonous snake', if he tastes the craftsmanship of my boss, he will immediately have to kneel down and sing to conquer you believe it or not?

Looking for fault with my boss? It's against him!

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Wu Jiuyu's mouth was indeed very stinky, but his ability to taste food was indeed first-class, and when the hot soup and golden fried buns on three sides were placed in front of him, the old poisonous snake was stunned for a moment.

It is rare to see the yellow fried buns on three sides, and the most rare thing is that the puff pastry bottom at the bottom of the fried buns has expanded to the bottom edge of the bun by about a centimeter, and he can even see the white porcelain plate through the expanded puff pastry layer!

If it's just one, it's just that, two taels of fried buns are a total of eight, but that's all!

Wu Jiuyu looked solemnly at the fried buns placed in front of Old Man Zhang Zhouxuan, Xu Ning and Wei Hong, and found that there was no exception to the fried buns!

"It's not easy..., could it be that my old man kicked the iron plate this time?

No hurry, no hurry... There's no food in the world that I can't fault with, let alone a young chef on a train?

It doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it, but as long as I taste the entrance of my old man's house, he will be exposed in his original form! ”

This is a hard mouth, in fact, with Wu Jiuyu's experience in food appreciation, it should be judged from the perfect appearance of the fried buns in front of him that this is an impeccable delicacy, but he just refuses to lose to the old man Zhang Zhouxuan.

In a solemn mood, he picked up a fried bun, and Wu Jiu's tongue was put into his mouth and he bit it gently.

"What!"

It is not difficult to make a puff pastry base for fried buns, if it is just for the sake of good appearance, those masters who make fried buns all year round can barely achieve a three-sided puff pastry base, but the taste is not very flattering, either the steamed buns are cooked and the noodles become hard and tough, or the puff pastry bottom becomes burnt due to insufficient heat control.

The bottom of the pan is too thin, and it is too difficult to control the subtlety of the large iron pot that makes 80 to 100 buns in one pot.

However, the steamed bun in the entrance was crispy in oil, rich in burnt aroma but without a trace of mush, Wu Jiu's tongue went down, and even heard a slight 'click' sound, and he couldn't help but speed up the chewing speed, but one accidentally, the sharp edge of the oil bottom actually cut his tongue.

The crisp sensation brought by the burnt oil base has not completely subsided, and it crushes and melts between the tongue and teeth, leaving only a lingering aroma; Then the fluffy and wheat-scented bread crust with the thick gravy took over his taste buds.

It's wonderful...... The steamed bun skin full of meat juice has always been Wu Jiuyu's favorite, in his opinion, eating steamed buns is never for the sake of eating stuffing, the most delicious is the bun skin that borrows the taste of meat filling!

Until today, he thought so. But now he found out that he was wrong, when the filling spread out in his mouth, the scattered meat grains were so just right, like a series of gourmet arrows, one after another to stimulate his already surrendered taste buds.

The chemical reaction between green onion and pork is very wonderful, when these two ingredients are reasonably matched together, when someone can eat green onion without seeing green onion, green onion is no longer green onion, pork is no longer pork, they have broken the cocoon and become another new delicacy.

"This bun ......"

Wu Jiuyu subconsciously wanted to praise this perfect work that can be called a kitchen god, he never expected that he would come with a prickly mind, but he came across a god-level breakfast!

But when he saw the playful gaze of the old man Zhang Zhouxuan, he immediately swallowed the second half of the sentence back into his stomach.

"Hehe, how is this bun?

Old viper, haven't you always been talkative, why don't you say it halfway through? ”

Wu Jiu's tongue stiffened his neck: "The surname is Zhang, what do you want me to say?"

Pengcheng breakfast, double soup and fried buns are indispensable, and if there is one thing that does not work, it is a failure!

Even if you want to judge, you have to wait until I have tasted this bowl of soup, right? ”

"Hmm... It seems to make sense, so please keep ......."

Old man Zhang Zhouxuan smiled: "Just be careful when eating, don't bite your tongue!" ”