Yuan Zhou gave an affirmative answer to Wuhai's question. The reason was very simple — he was confident that his culinary skills could cover up the flaws of the rice.
As for Wuhai, he directly said, "Your dishes are so delicious. How can I eat anything else?"
According to his standards, he might as well just eat the main dish instead of the other side dishes.
"Let's eat. There are people behind us." Yuan Zhou gestured for him to eat since there were still many people waiting behind.
When he looked back, the line behind him was indeed growing longer. His mustache curled up as he said smugly, "My house is nearby."
This fellow was courting death every day. Yuan Zhou couldn't be bothered with him as he returned to the kitchen to cook.
The main ingredient of Steamed Tofu with Minced Pork was tofu. Furthermore, Yuan Zhou's tofu was made by himself, so it had to be Northern tofu.
First, Yuan Zhou was very satisfied with the choice of ingredients. The soybeans provided by the system were plump and uniform in size. They looked round and cute. After being soaked in water, they gave off a faint bean fragrance. Every one of them was plump.
This time, Yuan Zhou also used a stone mill to grind the soybeans. After grinding them three times, he prepared the pulp and used the brine to order the tofu. During the process, he added spring water from the mountain stream.
The taste was sweet and refreshing. It was taken from winter and had a faint coolness to it. Yuan Zhou directly placed the tofu into the bamboo frame. Due to the ingenious weaving, the tofu had clear textures as though it had been distributed.
Every piece was the same size. The tofu was tender and white. It had a rich bean fragrance and the sweetness of spring water.
With a whoosh, Yuan Zhou brandished the Bamboo Blade and cut off a piece. With a flick of the Bamboo Blade, he placed it on a flat plate.
The incisions on every side of the tofu were extremely neat, as though they had been measured.
"Boss Yuan likes bamboo very much. Unfortunately, humans don't look like bamboo." Wuhai added with a smile.
Yuan Zhou didn't pay any attention to him. He just turned his head and took a glance at Wu Hai before continuing with his work.
However, this time, he brandished the Bamboo Blade faster. With a few slashes, he split the tofu into several cubes of the same size.
Watching Yuan Zhou cook was a kind of enjoyment. As long as it was something that could be eaten immediately, he would basically not touch it with his hands. For example, the processing of the Phoenix-Tail Prawns last time and the processing of the tofu this time.
It was obviously a slightly old piece of northern tofu, but it looked white and tender, like pieces of high-quality white jade.
After the wok was heated up, Yuan Zhou poured some oil into it and used it to fry the tofu.
This time, he used soybean oil. If the soybean oil was not processed properly, it would have a slight beany smell. Yuan Zhou directly put some red onions in it. The soybean oil that had been fried with the red onions would have the fragrance of the onions, which was the best for frying tofu.
After frying the pan until both sides were golden brown, Yuan Zhou changed the oil again. This time, apart from adding red onions, he also added a spoonful of white oil to make it more fragrant. After that, he added the seasonings and stir-fried them until they were fragrant. During the frying, the pan kept emitting a wonderful sound of "Si La", as if the food was happily merging inside.
Then, he put the tofu into the wok and simmered it slowly. After the flavor was mixed well, he cooked the tofu with a low fire until it had the same flavor as the sauce. When the sauce was collected, he added the green garlic sprouts to increase the fragrance.
A plate of Steamed Tofu with Minced Pork with Minced Pork was ready. At that time, Boss Tong also carried a bowl of steaming hot rice to her.
"Please enjoy, Aunt Tong." Yuan Zhou carried the tofu to her and said courteously.
"Yuan, you really move fast. That's just like your father." Looking at the steaming hot tofu in front of her, Boss Tong said.
"Thank you." Yuan Zhou answered with a nod.
However, it was quite strange that although it was steaming hot, the fragrance was very little. Boss Tong felt a little strange. She reached out the chopsticks and picked up a piece of tofu. Only then did the fragrance become stronger.
"It seems that the fragrance has been wrapped up." Boss Tong was knowledgeable. She immediately spoke out the craftsmanship of Yuan Zhou.
She picked up the piece of tofu and stuffed it into her mouth with a sound of "Si Si". This time, Boss Tong was directly scalded. However, the texture was soft, tender, salty and fresh. The taste was so wonderful that Boss Tong was reluctant to spit it out. She could only breathe while chewing and swallowing.
"Yuan's craftsmanship is really good." Having eaten up a piece, Boss Tong sighed with emotion and said.
However, Yuan Zhou didn't hear this as he was busy preparing the dishes.
After sighing with emotion for a while, Boss Tong continued to eat the Steamed Tofu with Minced Pork with Minced Pork, but she ate it more and more slowly. Her eyes looked distant as if she had thought of something.
When Boss Tong was young, she was sent by her family to be an apprentice in a tofu mill. Girls rarely did this kind of work. But at that time, Boss Tong's family was poor, and she was the eldest daughter. Although the tofu mill was tiring, her salary was a few cents more than others.
Even so, he had to go.
Carrying water, carrying beans, helping to push the mill, she did all kinds of heavy work. At that time, when she saw the white and tender tofu taking shape, she felt proud and wanted to eat it. That's right. At that time, Boss Tong's only wish was to eat tofu whenever she wanted. Tofu was probably the most delicious dish.
Although Boss Tong worked in a mill, the boss of the mill would only give her a kilogram of tofu during the Spring Festival as a festive gift.
At that time, not to mention the Fried Tofu, even the Boiled Tofu with Clear Water and some Vegetable Leaves would taste very fragrant and delicious.
Every year, she looked forward to getting a kilogram of tofu during the Spring Festival. Such a strong expectation and the intrinsic delicacy of the tofu made the tofu become the best memory of Boss Tong when she was young.
With the gradual progress of society, the hand-made mill was eliminated. Boss Tong had once been a self-produced and self-marketed tofu for a period of time. However, the business was so poor that she couldn't make a living. Therefore, she opened the dry cleaning shop now.
However, Boss Tong didn't like eating tofu anymore. She always felt it wasn't delicious anymore.
Now, eating the tofu, she seemed to feel it was delicious again.
After finishing the meal, she went home and bought some vegetables to cook. No matter how delicious it was, she couldn't eat it in Yuan Zhou's restaurant every day.
"Sister Tong, what do you want to eat today?" The shout of the vegetable seller woke Boss Tong up.
"I want to buy some minced pork." Only then did Boss Tong come back to herself. She looked at the pork seller and said.
"How much do you want? Fat or lean?" The pork seller picked up the pork and let Boss Tong choose.
"Cut some streaky pork and minced pork." Looking at the streaky pork, Boss Tong said.
After she bought the pork and went home, Boss Tong was a little speechless while looking at the tofu pudding with the brine water.
"I'm really old. I don't even know what to do anymore." Boss Tong revealed a helpless expression on her skinny face.
In just a little while, she got busy in the kitchen again.
While she was busy, she muttered to herself, "It seems that I can only eat some Fried Tofu tonight."
That's right. After Boss Tong tasted the delicious Steamed Tofu with Minced Pork cooked by Yuan Zhou, she recalled the time when she learned how to cook it. After she came back and closed the door, she cooked a pot of tofu by herself unconsciously.
Boss Tong sighed with emotion that she was so old that she didn't even know what to do anymore.
However, Boss Tong was both expectant and perturbed. She hadn't cooked tofu by herself for a long time.
After the tofu took shape, Boss Tong cooked the home-style tofu according to her preference.
On the brown square table, there was a plate of home-style tofu, a bowl of plain white rice and a chair.
In the white plate, the pieces of tofu had been smashed after being stir-fried vigorously. There were basically only a few pieces of intact tofu in the plate. If the tofu was smashed, the flavor would disperse.
Nevertheless, Boss Tong picked up a piece and ate it contentedly.
"The tofu seems to be as delicious as before."
Boss Tong revealed an obvious smile on her skinny face. Although her face was full of wrinkles, she appeared to be warm all over …
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