"Let's start making dishes!" the middle-aged man said, flipping a turntable. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There are more than a dozen dishes written on the turntable, and the hands of the turntable quickly skim over these dishes before finally stopping at the pastry column.

It seems that luck is good, Fan Yue breathed a sigh of relief, he was still worried about moving to a certain dish that he was still involved in,

After all, he only has more than 400 cooking skills now, and if he can't afford to buy random dishes, then this test will definitely be useless.

As for pastry dishes, it's easy to do, and buns don't belong to the pastry category.

"The dish you're going to make is pastry, are you ready?" the middle-aged man asked one last time.

"Well, that's fine. Fan Yue nodded.

Fan Yue stood in front of a stove, while the middle-aged man stood aside to monitor the records, which will also serve as a criterion for judging Fan Yue's cooking skills.

As a prestigious league, the ingredients and kitchenware provided by the Chef Alliance for the participants were top-notch, and although he did not use the Yongling Knife, with such good ingredients for him to use, the steamed buns made must not be bad.

The ratio of water to flour is just right, and there is no situation where the dough cannot be mixed evenly due to the lack of water, nor is there a situation where the dough is thin due to too much water.

Seeing that Fan Yue had successfully blended it at one time, the middle-aged man who recorded on the side showed a look of surprise on his face, this kind of skillful technique and feeling, which a pastry master who has not been in the industry for many years cannot do.

And the boy doesn't look very old, so could it be that he has only specialized in pastry so far? and this test just happened to be a dish that he was familiar with?

After the dough is completely mixed and kneaded to the right amount of strength, Fan Yue divides the dough into small doughs of equal size and begins to make the bun wrappers.

Fan Yue's left thumb and index finger pinched the center of the flattened dough, and rolled the rolling pin in his right hand on it, spreading the powerful half of the dough evenly, and then turned the dough with his left hand a quarter of a circle, and the rolling pin rolled again in the place where he had not pressed just now.

In this way, four times in a row, a bun skin with uniform thickness and perfect perfection was born from Fan Yue's hands.

It's a long description, but in fact, Fan Yue's hands are as fast as lightning and connect freely, and rolling out this bun skin is just a blink of an eye.

Fan Yue continued the work on his hands, and the middle-aged man in white was dumbfounded.

This is a skill that even many pastry chefs who have been making steamed buns for most of their lives may not be able to do. It seems that this young man does have a deep attainment in pasta la carte.

Soon, the bun skin was ready, it was time to prepare the meat filling, and Fan Yue was about to start his knife performance again.

The meat is the best meat, and the knife is the best steel knife, and when the two fall into Fan Yue's hands, it will make others enjoy a visual feast.

The knife fell silently, accurately and steadily, and between the light of the knife, a piece of fine meat turned into a ball of meat sauce and lay firmly on the cutting board.

Fan Yue only cut it once, but it was more uniform and thorough than other chefs who cut it back and forth three or four times.

I didn't expect this young man's sword skills to be so good! The middle-aged man in white took another big step forward in his opinion of Fan Yue.

Knead some shallots and Fan Yue's sauce into the meat sauce, and the bun filling is completed.

Then there is the bun wrapping, which is also an important technical link.

The final shape of a bun depends on the skill of the chef at this stage, and if the skill is superb, the steamed bun will naturally be pleasing to the eye and give people a better visual sense.

And if the craftsmanship is so poor that the steamed buns are like crooked melons and cracked dates, the diners have lost most of their appetite before tasting them, and no matter how delicious the buns themselves are, the final level of enjoyment will not be too high.

The so-called color, flavor, and flavor are the ultimate meaning of food, even if it looks small and inconspicuous.

Of course, this stage is still a performance time for Fan Yue to show his cooking skills.

Pick up a bun skin, scoop an appropriate amount of meat filling with a spoon and put it in the bun skin, ten fingers fly, one after another uniform folds gradually appear, and soon a work of art like a bun is born.

Twenty-eight folds, one no more and one no less, as if they had been measured with a ruler.

The middle-aged man in white was already numb, he originally thought that at this young man's age, even if he could pass the test, he could only pass it reluctantly.

But so far, Fan Yue has brought him too many shocks, even if Fan Yue stops now and does not continue the following process, he will directly judge that Fan Yue has passed the test.

The cooking skills have reached such a point of perfection, how can the things made be bad.

But he didn't stop, he was very much looking forward to the steamed buns made by Fan Yue, and the last test person he was so excited about was the cooking wizard known as a rare once-in-a-century cooking, Zhou Shengxing.

The buns are put into the steamer, and the firewood is ignited.

I didn't expect that the firewood used here is actually carefully selected fragrant wood, which not only does not emit that choking smoke when burned, but is replaced by a faint fragrance of grass and trees.

Fan Yue had to sigh at the wealth of this chef alliance, but if he failed the first test, the cost of the retest would be expensive, presumably because of these high-quality materials.

Fan Yue only sighed a little in his heart, and focused all his attention on the buns in the steamer.

As time passed, wisps of faint aroma began to waft out of the steamer, and the aroma became more and more intense as it went, gradually spreading throughout the entire layer.

This aroma penetrated into the nose like a fairy, gently touching everyone's sense of smell, making people can't help but salivate, even the middle-aged man in white who has worked in the chef alliance for many years can't help but swallow his saliva and stare at the steamer with anticipation.

Fan Yue squinted his eyes slightly, using his sense of hearing to feel the sound of steam rushing out of the gap in the steamer, and using his sense of smell to experience the degree of aroma emanating from the buns.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

Now is the time!

Lifting the steamer from the pot and placing it aside, Fan Yue's hands grasped the lid of the steamer, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned: "The following is the moment to witness the miracle!"

With this Fan Yue's preferred line, the lid on the steamer was lifted, and the entire layer was like a tsunami of aroma, and this kind of olfactory impact that hit the heart was incomparable and suffocating.

The buns made by this young man can reach such a level, and the middle-aged man in white has a different emotion in his heart, in addition to shock, there is even a trace of other emotions, like admiration, and like expectation.

Perhaps, a rising culinary star will be born here.

Seeing the middle-aged man in white standing there, his eyes changed, and Fan Yue called out softly, "Uncle, uncle! I'm done." ”

"Oh. Only then did the middle-aged man in white come back to his senses and stepped forward to start the last item of the test, tasting it!

After looking forward to it for so long, I was finally able to eat this delicious bun, and the middle-aged man in white was so excited that his hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.

Look at this full and round appearance, you look at this delicate folds, you smell this tempting aroma, where is this bun, this is simply a gift from heaven to mortals through the hands of this young man!

Blowing gently, feeling that the temperature was almost there, the middle-aged man in white couldn't wait to take a bite, the fragrant soup overflowed his mouth, the delicious meat filling, the fluffy and chewy bun skin, all of which caused a delicious explosion in his air.

Closing his eyes, he seemed to feel the sweetness of his mother's arms as an infant, as if he smelled the fragrance of his childhood sweetheart's hair in his youth, as if he felt the warmth of the sun in the cold winter, and as if he felt the coolness of the river in the hot summer.

It took a long time for the middle-aged man in white to come back to his senses from this kind of aftertaste.