"Wen Si Tofu. Oh? Someone finally ordered this dish. "Yuan Zhou couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he heard the name of the dish.
Ever since Yuan Zhou mastered Huaiyang Cuisine, he had been waiting for someone to order this dish. He didn't expect it to be a group of foreigners who ordered it.
Wen Si Tofu was a traditional Huaiyang dish. It was created by the Yangzhou monk Wen Si Monk during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty.
Nowadays, when people introduced this dish, in order to highlight their knife skills, they would erase this part of history. The reason why it was called Thought of Tofu was because the shredded tofu was like a fountain of thought. It was very vivid and picturesque.
But in reality, it wasn't that complicated. Wen Si was a person's name. This was recorded clearly in the history of Qing. Qing Dynasty scholar Yu Yue's "Tea Fragrant Room": "Wen Si's courtesy name is Xifu. He is good at poetry and is good at making tofu soup and sweet porridge. To this day, those who imitate him are known as Wen Si Tofu. "
Wen Si Monk didn't only like to play with words, but he also liked to study food. This Wen Si Tofu was the masterpiece of his knife skills after many years of research.
The system once said that when the time was right, he would receive the lost dishes of famous people, but he hadn't seen it yet. Yuan Zhou wondered if the system had forgotten about it.
Well, it had been more than two years since he received the Jiangsu Cuisine. Yuan Zhou had also forgotten about it.
"Angelo, is this dish really fine?" Molly asked with certainty because Angelo had saved the Chinese names of the dishes in his phone when he ordered the dishes.
"No problem. This dish is very good." In Angelo's understanding, Wen Si Tofu was equivalent to cutting pudding into shreds.
When he saw the description, Angelo's first reaction was that Chinese chefs really knew how to joke. How was that possible?
Luca and the others did not have these twists and turns in their minds. Although they felt that if Yuan Zhou did not agree to carve, even the money attack would be meaningless, they put down their thoughts and planned to have a good meal to nourish themselves.
Although they didn't know much about Yuan Zhou before they came, they still found the news about Yuan Zhou being invited to join the Famous Chefs' Alliance. Therefore, Luca and the other two's target was steak.
Therefore, they all ordered steaks according to their preferences after Angelo. After all, they had just flipped through the menu and realized that even though they were used to eating steaks, they had learned something new today. They didn't know there were so many types of steaks.
"The chairman of the Huaxia Famous Chefs Alliance. I think he can beat many chefs in our country just by looking at the menu."
"Over a hundred steaks. Even a professional steak master can't do that."
"Anyway, this is the first time I've seen something so complete."
Lucca and the others discussed in whispers, their anticipation reaching its peak.
Yuan Zhou did not pay special attention to Luca and the others. To him, the incident in the afternoon was over. Although he had rejected tens of millions, did Boss Yuan care about money?
Did he care?
Of course … he cared.
But cooking was still more important.
After Angelo finished ordering, the other diners also finished ordering. After receiving the menu from Su Ruoyan, Yuan Zhou began to order the dishes one by one.
In the vast Huaxia food culture, most cuisines were divided into north and south, and tofu was no exception. The difference between north and south tofu wasn't due to the difference between sweet and salty. The main difference was the ingredients used to make the tofu.
South tofu was made with gypsum. Due to the high water content of the solidified tofu, the texture was tender, and the moisture content was around 90%.
North tofu was mostly made with brine or sorrel, so the solidified tofu had less water content and was tougher than south tofu. The moisture content was around 85%.
In conclusion, north tofu had less water content, so the tofu had a stronger flavor and was easier to cook in soup. South tofu was more suitable for Mapo tofu.
As for the Wensi Tofu, due to the method of making it, it was made with brine water.
As a man who owned five cuisines, Yuan Zhou would make some frequently used ingredients that could be prepared in advance. Coincidentally, tofu was one of them.
Fortunately, the Master Chef System had another name, the Kitchen Black Technology System …
Yuan Zhou took out a piece of tofu from a bucket on the kitchen floor. Because it was made with brine, it wasn't as white as jade as the one made with gypsum. Instead, it was slightly yellow. On the cut surface, there were some tiny air holes, a sign that it was old tofu.
Since they were behind Wuhai and Zhou Xi, everyone sat next to Wuhai and Zhou Xi. Even if they couldn't talk to Wuhai, they would at least sit closer to Wuhai. Perhaps they were trying to get some "talent"?
Thus, everyone could see Yuan Zhou's actions clearly.
"This doesn't look delicious?" Luca was judging purely based on the appearance.
"Look, there are even air holes. I don't think there's anything wrong with the ingredients. It must be like this," said Mo Li with good eyesight.
Alma also felt that the appearance wasn't good. But after thinking for a while, he remembered there was an old saying in China. The general meaning was that one couldn't judge a great person by their appearance.
For example, the roasted gluten. It didn't look delicious, but Alma had accidentally eaten it once and loved it.
So, Alma said, "I think we can try it when the time comes."
"You don't even know Chinese cuisine. Why do you look like you know so much?" Mo Li complained to Alma in a low voice.
"Let's wait and see," Angelo ended the discussion.
The discussions of the outside world had never affected Yuan Zhou's performance.
Yuan Zhou didn't use a kitchen knife to cut off the skin of the tofu. Instead, he used a beanpole knife, a special knife.
Angelo looked at the knife that looked like a toy. It was normal. Not only foreigners had never seen this knife before, but only Yuan Zhou would use it in China.
Furthermore, only Yuan Zhou's knife skills could make Wen Si's tofu with a beanpole knife.
Yuan Zhou dragged the tofu with his left hand. If one looked carefully, they would see that he didn't use his hand to touch the side of the tofu. His hand was slightly bent, with only the tip of his palm and a small part of his fingers touching the skin below the tofu. And this layer of skin needed to be cut off.
This was to prevent the tofu from being contaminated with human odor, ensuring the original taste of the tofu to the greatest extent.
"Shua."
A pale yellow shadow flashed before his eyes, and a piece of tofu appeared on the dark brown plate next to him. The slightly yellowish part of the tofu was shaved off, revealing the white and tender part that had not come into contact with the air. It looked to be in excellent condition and was much more attractive than before.
Before Angelo could react to the change in the appearance of the ingredients, what happened next made Angelo and the others feel like they were watching a magic show instead of a chef cooking.
The beanpole knife in Yuan Zhou's hand danced and stopped after a minute. At this moment, the water in the pot was boiling. The timing was perfect.
Yuan Zhou lifted the brown plate that didn't seem to have changed. He tilted it slightly and the whole piece of tofu slid into the pot. As it was hit by the boiling water, the tofu changed. It began to separate bit by bit and gradually fell apart. In the end, it became shredded tofu.
"Huh??"
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