"Impossible. Impossible."
"It's impossible. That's a fantasy."
"The ancients were too imaginative. I don't think there's any real perfume you mentioned."
Ji Yi's good friend, Tan Kuohai, heard Yuan Zhou's description of the real perfume and immediately denied it.
However, cooked wheaten food referred to pastries and pastries. Although Ji Yi was the legendary King of Cooked Wheaten Food for seven years, he was better at pastries. Cooked wheaten food was just the icing on the cake. He wasn't very good at it.
By the way, the reason why there were only seven years wasn't because someone interrupted it. It was because Ji Yi had won seven consecutive years, which directly led to the indefinite suspension of the cooked wheaten food contest.
Every Grandmaster had their own bright spots that could shake heaven and earth …
Back to the main topic, Yuan Zhou always insisted on finishing what he had to do today. After being reminded by Zhou Shijie, he called Ji Yi in the afternoon.
Coincidentally, Ji Yi, who liked to wander around, happened to be in Chengdu. Yuan Zhou then found Master Ji Yi and consulted him during his free time.
In the end, Ji Yi also put forward a series of ideas. After Yuan Zhou analyzed them one by one, he couldn't find anything useful.
"I can't think of it, but it doesn't mean others can't think of it. I have a friend," said Ji Yi.
Then, Ji Yi invited his old friend, Tan Kuohai. Tan Kuohai had just celebrated his 60th birthday not long ago. He wasn't as famous as Ji Yi, but the Tan family had been making cooked wheaten food since the Hongwu era.
At the end of the Qing Dynasty, Tan Kuohai's ancestors went to Italy and took part in the famous Italian pasta competition. Relying on their knowledge of wheaten food, they won the first place and were the only Chinese to win the Italian pasta competition.
They shocked the whole country and were called Pasta Tan by foreigners. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Tan family gave up many foreign industries and moved back to China.
There were many rare documents in Tan Kuohai's house. When Yuan Zhou explained the purpose of his visit, the beginning scene happened.
"What do you mean I can't do it? It's impossible. Are you having a relapse again?" Before Yuan Zhou could explain, Ji Yi spoke up.
"Uh …" Although Tan Kuohai's name sounded domineering, he seemed to be afraid that Ji Yi would be angry, so he quickly explained.
He said, "No, Big Brother Ji, I'm also someone who has seen at least a hundred different kinds of noodles. Some are exquisite, some are simple, and some have unique tastes. But what Head Chef Yuan said can improve the taste of noodles so much, not to mention seeing it, I've never even heard of it."
Yuan Zhou: "Head Chef Tan is right. The authenticity of the real perfume is questionable. I just want to ask Head Chef Tan, if the real perfume exists, is it theoretically possible to achieve it? After all, Head Chef Tan, you are a master of noodles. "
"Theoretically?" Tan Kuohai fell into deep thought. After a while, he raised his head and asked, "Can I have a look at the document about the real perfume?"
"It's not convenient to carry ancient books, but I have a photo." As he spoke, Yuan Zhou took out his phone and showed the photo. He had taken it because he wanted to consult Zhou Shijie. His phone's pixel was very good, so it was very clear. Even the punctuation marks could be seen clearly.
"He's actually so serious about such a record. It's no wonder he's recognized as a master at such a young age." Tan Kuohai could not help but think when he saw the short page. But soon, he began to seriously look at the real perfume.
After studying the ancient text for a while, Tan Kuohai muttered to himself, "This is also impossible," "Could it be?" "It doesn't seem possible either," "I seem to have seen it before," "I think it's possible."
After about twenty minutes of muttering, Tan Kuohai thought of a possibility and said, "I have an idea. Let me organize my words."
After a while, Tan Kuohai said, "In the past, the ancients liked to omit a lot of things when they wrote. Some people say that ancient poems and prose are the art of omission. Just like 'When the yellow flowers are drizzling, they rush to board the ferry.' Because the subject was omitted, this poem has several interpretations."
Tan Kuohai first said a bunch of irrelevant things, but Yuan Zhou and Ji Yi did not rush him. Yuan Zhou didn't want to disturb others while they were talking, while Ji Yi was an old friend who knew Tan Kuohai very well.
"So I took a look. The book did not clearly state that only the real perfume was added, so it might have omitted some steps that he didn't think were important," Tan Kuohai said. "Or, in other words, the shop owner actually added two things, but one of them was added when the customers couldn't see it."
"Brother Ji, Head Chef Yuan, do you understand what I mean?" Tan Kuohai looked at the two.
"I understand. But I have also seen the records of the real perfume in 'Guang Gong's Travels'. 'Astonishment', 'Astonishment', and 'Astonishment' are the three words' astonishment '. If there were other spices other than the supplementary ingredients, the book would have definitely written them," Ji Yi said.
Ji Yi said, "But it is possible to add something else when the customers can't see it. In the field of dim sum, we have a unique skill of 'hiding dumplings'."
"Yeah, that's exactly what Brother Ji meant," Tan Kuohai nodded.
Hiding dumplings was a kind of crafty skill that originated from some unknown time. In the past, when poor people bought steamed buns, they could buy fermented dough. Hiding dumplings was a skill that could hide a small ball of flour in front of the customers in a few seconds.
What Ji Yi and Tan Kuohai meant was that the true face of the real perfume might be a reverse use of a technique similar to that of the Tibetan dumplings. The real perfume was just a cover, and in fact, the spices had already been added without the customers noticing.
"If you really don't have any new ideas, I think this is also a good idea." Ji Yi said, "In the field of hand speed, most people think that only industries like Thousand Doors, Color Doors, Gua Doors, and Tune Doors study it. In fact, in the field of chefs, the research on hand speed is not bad at all. I think it can completely reach the level written in the ancient books."
There were many kinds of industries in the pugilistic world. Color Doors referred to magic tricks, Gua Doors referred to street tricks, and Tune Doors referred to paper making. Needless to say, Thousand Doors did not belong to the main industry, but to the side industry.
Yuan Zhou said, "Thank you, Head Chef Ji and Head Chef Tan."
Ji Yi waved his hand. "You're welcome. I haven't seen someone study ancient books so hard in a long time, especially a famous young chef."
"Yes, this old bag of bones has not been so excited in a long time," Tan Kuohai said.
After talking about the real perfume, Yuan Zhou, Tan Kuohai, and Ji Yi also talked about cooked wheaten food. After all, Yuan Zhou was now also a master of cooked wheaten food from Huichuan, Su, and Cantonese.
The talk didn't end until 4: 30 in the afternoon. When Yuan Zhou rushed back to Taoxi Road, it was already 5: 00.
It couldn't be helped. The Dim Sum King and the Family of Wheaten Food really had too many dry goods. Only Yuan Zhou still felt that it was not enough.
"Boss, you're finally back. If you didn't come back, the restaurant was going to explode." Zhou Jia stood at the door waiting. When she saw Yuan Zhou's figure, she quickly ran to him.
The customers had already started to get the number and line up.
Seeing Yuan Zhou, there was a lot of discussion —
"I'm so touched. I'm crying. I've been to Chengdu for 17 times. Tonight, I finally got to line up, but Boss Yuan's absence made me panic. Now that I see Boss Yuan, it's really steady and exciting."
"Boss Yuan, Boss Yuan, manually break the sound barrier."
"Brother, you're amazing. You actually got to line up 17 times. Although I didn't get to line up 17 times, I've already been here five times. If it wasn't for the waitress who kept saying that Boss Yuan would come back, I would have definitely exploded on the spot."
"Previously, I saw on the Internet that one could book a table with just 1,000 RMB. But I was scammed. As expected, The Kitchen God doesn't allow scalpers."
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"Scammed by scalpers?" Yuan Zhou's expression changed. With his sensitive hearing, he could naturally hear all the sounds.
"Don't worry, Boss. That uncle has already called the police. The scammer has been caught. Moreover, Brother Yu and the others have already explained on the Internet that The Kitchen God doesn't allow anyone to line up and make reservations." Zhou Jia said, "Just now, I also told the customers lining up that The Kitchen God definitely doesn't have any channels to make reservations."
"Um. Thank you for your hard work." Yuan Zhou took a look at the crowded yet orderly queue. It seemed that Zhou Jia had really learned a lot from Wan.
Zhou Jia said, "Hehe, it's not hard work. Boss, you took so long to come back. It must be even harder."
Yuan Zhou didn't reply. He directly entered the restaurant and went upstairs. After washing up, he changed his clothes and went downstairs.
"Hu …" Yuan Zhou took a deep breath and calculated, "There's less than an hour left to prepare the ingredients for dinner. I'm in a bit of a rush. After all, there's roast goose tonight."
Four roast geese a month. For a glutton, this was something that could only be chanced upon by luck.
"By the way, system, is Master Ji one of the eight people I admire?" Yuan Zhou suddenly thought of this and asked.
The system displayed, "No."
"Um, okay. I got it." Yuan Zhou nodded his head.
Ji Yi and Master Tan Kuohai, whom he just got acquainted with today, actually both appreciated Yuan Zhou very much. Otherwise, Ji Yi wouldn't have brought his old friend here just because of Yuan Zhou's problem.
It was indeed a long way to go to make a master admire him. However, Yuan Zhou was mentally prepared, because the main mission was never easy.
Shin Min came before dinnertime ended. She said that she had more time after graduation and came to help the restaurant earlier.
Actually, Zhou Jia knew that because she was leaving, she wanted to visit Yuanzhou shop more often. So did Zhou Jia. Recently, after getting off work, she would leave at least one or two hours later.
Seeing that, Yuan Zhou didn't say anything. Just now, he discussed with Shin Min and confirmed the time of the farewell banquet. It was set at 8: 30 three days later. On that day, Yuan Zhou would stop making supper for the whole day.
He called Zheng Xian and the others because Yuan Zhou had promised to call them when the time was confirmed.
With Shin Min and Zhou Jia, Yuan Zhou was naturally more free after dinner and had more time to finish the idea proposed by Master Tan Kuohai.
Although Yuan Zhou wasn't good at hand speed, he had good knife skills, so his hand speed wasn't slow either.
He prepared the tools, a small package of seasoning and a small package of special gluten powder, which could be easily hidden in the palm. Of course, the gluten powder was made by Yuan Zhou himself, not the black-hearted and carcinogenic additives sold outside.
As for the transparent perfume, Yuan Zhou chose warm water, which could still satisfy the transparent requirement in the ancient book. In order to make it more authentic, Yuan Zhou also wore a pair of short clothes. In the early Qing Dynasty, the shop owners in small places should be wearing short clothes.
Yuan Zhou turned on his phone to record a video —
He cooked a bowl of melted noodles without any seasoning. Yuan Zhou didn't knead it well on purpose. Although the raw material of the flour, wheat, was excellent, the taste was really not good.
"This should be the worst thing I've cooked recently." Yuan Zhou smiled and then got down to business.
"It turns out that you want good food. You should have told me earlier. Bad food is different from good food." Yuan Zhou imitated the lines in the ancient book and pretended that there were customers on the opposite side. Then, he put the seasoning packet into the bowl when he took the bowl back.
Then, he poured in the warm water, which was the real perfume, melted the seasoning and mixed it into the noodles. Finally, he added the special gluten powder and stirred it. It was done!
He pressed the pause button immediately. Then, Yuan Zhou ate the bowl of noodles he just cooked and let out a sound of "Hu".
The taste was indeed much better than before. On one hand, there was a contrast. On the other hand, the seasoning packet prepared by Yuan Zhou was fragrant, spicy and refreshing. Thus, the contrast was more obvious.
"I'm satisfied with the taste. Let me see if I can make it so that ordinary customers can't recognize it." Yuan Zhou watched the video again.
"The front part is very good. But if I add the gluten powder later, it will be easy to be seen." Yuan Zhou thought for a while and felt it should be possible.
The reason why he didn't add the seasoning packet and the gluten powder into the warm water was that if he added the former, it would become a little brown and the latter would become a little red. Thus, he wasn't satisfied with the transparent requirement.
"My hand speed should be a little faster." While saying that, Yuan Zhou tried again.
Of course, adhering to the fine tradition of not wasting, Yuan Zhou ate up the bowl of noodles just now.
He continued to record. With the experience from the first time, he added the gluten powder faster and stirred the noodles the moment he passed it to Yuan Zhou.
"There's still a little problem. When I stir the noodles, I'm a little too deliberate." Yuan Zhou ate the second bowl of noodles and cooked the third one.
The clever and quick-witted Yuan Zhou only cooked a little for the second bowl of noodles.
After going back and forth for four times, no loopholes could be found in the recorded video. Then, Yuan Zhou slumped in his seat and looked at the ceiling blankly.
His appearance startled Yin Ya when she entered the restaurant.
"Mutou, Mutou, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? "Yin Ya asked anxiously with concern in her tone.
Yuan Zhou struggled to stand up and rubbed Yin Ya, "I'm fine. I just ate too much."
"Huh? Did you make something really, really delicious? " Yin Ya looked at Yuan Zhou curiously. She knew that Blockhead Yuan was a very self-disciplined person. It was rare for him to be so full.
Of course, while speaking, Yin Ya poured a cup of warm water for Yuan Zhou and placed it beside him.
"Um … I ate too much noodles," Yuan Zhou answered.
"?" Yin Ya's mind was full of question marks. She asked again, "How much did you eat?"
"About half a catty." Yuan Zhou found that Yin Ya was looking at him as if he was an idiot. His heart skipped a beat. He couldn't destroy his image as a male god in her heart, so he immediately explained, "I'm researching a new noodle dish recently. I tried the taste, so I ate so much."
Yin Ya asked curiously, "With your cooking skills, what kind of noodles do you need to try so many times?"
"It's not mainly the taste. In fact, I made the taste the first time. It's mainly a small problem with the technique, but I've already solved it!" Yuan Zhou said.
"Since it's not the taste but the technique, why don't you practice the technique directly? Why eat noodles?" Yin Ya asked from his soul.
Yuan Zhou looked at the empty bowl and then looked at the video recorded by his phone.
He was stunned.
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