That's right. Chu Xiao naturally knew that although Gabriel apologized, he was only apologizing for his rudeness, not for Chinese food.
Before meeting Yuan Zhou, Chu Xiao had a very high opinion of Chinese food. Maybe it was because of his bloodline, but after meeting Yuan Zhou, he naturally felt that Chinese food was even more extraordinary.
A good chef could change any prejudice. Chu Xiao had a deep understanding of this. For example, he and his French food.
Chu Xiao, on the other hand, suddenly took to heart the fact that he didn't know how to cook Chinese food at all.
In fact, it was not that he didn't know how to cook Chinese food at all. However, compared with Chu Xiao's French cooking skills, he really didn't know how to cook Chinese food at all.
Therefore, after getting Yuan Zhou's notes, Chu Xiao directly went back to his office to study them.
In fact, this was the first time that Chu Xiao had read Yuan Zhou's cooking notes. However, as soon as he opened the pictures, Chu Xiao frowned and became silent.
As a genius chef, he naturally read quickly. Although the words in the pictures were dense, Chu Xiao still skimmed through them very quickly.
However, just a cursory glance stunned Chu Xiao. Because of some of the data.
For example, the requirement of hand temperature for kneading dough. Yes, that's right. It was the requirement of palm temperature.
It was written in the notes that the hand directly touched the noodles when kneading the dough, and the water used to knead the dough was clear water, which had no temperature. Therefore, the temperature of the palm was very important.
Therefore, Yuan Zhou wrote down the suitable temperature for kneading dough in the notes.
"The normal body temperature is about 36.3 to 37.2 degrees Celsius, but Yuan Zhou asked for 27.6 degrees Celsius. He said that only at this temperature would the kneading and over-fermentation of the dough be affected." Chu Xiao touched his palm and then thought.
"It's not very difficult to cool the palm with ice cubes and then accurately measure the temperature. The difficult part is how to maintain this temperature." Chu Xiao tapped on the pictures on the phone.
Chu Xiao continued to read. This was a series of data and methods.
For example, it was written that the cooking temperature of the noodles should be controlled at 101.21 degrees, just above the boiling point was the best.
Furthermore, there was a detailed description of the boiling point of water.
In Yuan Zhou's notebook, he wrote about the boiling point of water. The boiling point changed with the change in atmospheric pressure. The higher the pressure, the higher the boiling point.
The atmospheric pressure on the surface of the water always prevented water molecules from evaporating. Therefore, when the atmospheric pressure increased, water had to reach a higher temperature in order to turn into water vapor. Generally, on the ground, which was not high above sea level, the atmospheric pressure was basically one atmosphere. A place (such as a deep mine shaft) below sea level.
If the air pressure is higher than one atmosphere, when boiling water, the boiling point of the water will increase. According to scientific research, the boiling point of water will increase by three degrees for every kilometer of depth.
On the contrary, as the air pressure decreased, the boiling point also decreased. Therefore, it was not difficult to keep the water boiling at 101.21.
Only with such a stable temperature could he control the degree of cooking of the noodles.
"Can Yuan Zhou's Chinese food be cooked in this way?" Chu Xiao sighed with emotion in the heart when he saw the temperature requirements that were accurate to two decimal places.
However, these were only the simple physical requirements. There were still many other cooking methods and the special soy sauce.
"This soy sauce is really interesting. I can start to cook it today." Chu Xiao was a person who would start when he said he would. He stood up, took his coat and left his office.
As a three-star Michelin restaurant, Chu Xiao had his own vegetable garden. The purpose of his visit this time was exactly that.
Just like what Yuan Zhou had told Chu Xiao, he gave Chu Xiao the cooking method of the noodles with the ingredients that he could buy in France.
Apart from the importance of the noodles itself, copying the soy sauce was the most time-consuming. And Chu Xiao just happened to be able to gather all the ingredients and make the soy sauce.
"I'm really looking forward to Yuan Zhou's personal culinary exhibition after the Spring Festival." While trying to make the soy sauce, Chu Xiao sighed with emotion in the heart.
The more he cooked according to Yuan Zhou's recipe, the more curious Chu Xiao was about Yuan Zhou's craftsmanship. He was curious about Yuan Zhou's bottom line.
With such a mood, Chu Xiao tried to make more than ten versions of the soy sauce. When he tried the taste on the second day, he finally made the soy sauce that Yuan Zhou had described.
The soy sauce was the best. Then, only the noodles were left. Step by step, Chu Xiao made the noodles according to the cooking method provided by Yuan Zhou.
"I haven't cooked according to the recipe for a long time. It's such a wonderful feeling." Looking at the finished product of the Sweet Noodles on the azure stone countertop, Chu Xiao couldn't help sighing with emotion.
After that, Chu Xiao sat on his seat and ate up the small portion of the Sweet Noodles carefully.
"Not bad. It's barely presentable." Chu Xiao gave his evaluation. Then, he wiped his mouth elegantly and left his personal kitchen.
"Phil, come here for a moment," Chu Xiao said loudly.
"Dadada," a series of crisp footsteps came from afar. It was a blonde beauty with blue eyes and golden hair. She was tall and wore a black dress suit. She walked straight to Chu Xiao and said, "What can I do for you, Head Chef Chu?"
This girl was obviously not Chu Xiao's former assistant. That's right. Chu Xiao's assistant had changed again. As for the reason, it was more or less the same as before.
"Ask Gabriel to come over. Tell him I have a new product and I want to invite him to taste it," Chu Xiao said expressionlessly.
"Yes, Head Chef Chu," the assistant called Phil immediately wrote down the request and said.
"Set the time for this afternoon at three o 'clock," Chu Xiao said.
In fact, there were only four hours left before three o 'clock in the afternoon. Using three days as an invitation, such an impromptu invitation was actually not very polite. However, it was obvious that talented people didn't need to follow some rigid rules.
Therefore, Gabriel would definitely come because of Chu Xiao's reputation.
"Yes," Phil agreed without hesitation.
"Go." Chu Xiao waved his hand.
Phil immediately left with his notebook.
"Interesting taste," Chu Xiao muttered to himself. Then, he returned to the main kitchen to check on the dishes for today.
Sometimes, when one was abroad, one would definitely protect the reputation of one's country if one could.
After all, one could say bad things about one's country in one's heart. One could say bad things about it online, but as long as a foreigner said something, one would immediately refute it.
Soon, it was three o 'clock in the afternoon.
Gabriel came as promised. He was wearing a decent light blue suit. His hair was neatly combed, and even his beard was neatly trimmed. As soon as he entered the door, he said with a smile, "Thank you for the invitation, Head Chef Chu. In your hometown, it's a great honor to say this."
"You're welcome. It's just a small new product about wheaten food," Chu Xiao said.
Gabriel, who had just sat down, felt his heart skip a beat. He felt that Chu Xiao had come with ill intentions, but he wasn't afraid. He said with a smile, "Then I'm looking forward to it. I didn't get to eat Head Chef Chu's dishes last time. This is a rare opportunity."
Chu Xiao nodded without saying anything. Then, he turned to the waiter and said, "Go and serve it."
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