Most of the time, one could tell the history and cooking method of a Qin dish just by looking at its name. This was a dish invented by the Ming Dynasty Emperor, so it was called Minghuang Tofu.
Although it was understandable, the real Minghuang Tofu had nothing to do with the Ming Dynasty Emperor. It was a dish related to the Tang Dynasty Emperor.
Therefore, it wasn't enough to judge a dish by its appearance.
"Is this how it is prepared?" Gan Zhong looked at the slightly green tofu that was served. The strands of green seemed to be entwined within the tofu, resembling the fine threads of jade. It was a very beautiful sight.
The authentic cooking method of Minghuang Tofu had long been lost. What was left were only a few words from foodies, such as' jade-like color ',' milky-white ', and so on. Everything else was left to one's own imagination.
Gan Zhong had researched for several years without any concrete discoveries. But he did manage to make one. But no matter how he soaked the tofu, he couldn't feel the green threads of jade. Furthermore, the fragrance of the tea wouldn't last long. Moreover, after soaking for a long time, the texture of the tofu wouldn't be as good. Therefore, although this one of the eight treasures sounded simple, Gan Zhong felt frustrated.
But! When he saw the Minghuang Tofu made by Yuan Zhou, his first impression was that the Minghuang Tofu from the ancient books had reappeared.
During the Tang Dynasty, especially during the reign of Emperor Tang, many people liked tea, and Emperor Tang liked tofu. That was why the imperial chefs combined the two into a dish.
"The appearance is so similar. I wonder how Head Chef Yuan made it. Did he add tea water into the soybean milk?" Director Wang was curious.
"Nope. I've tried it before. It would be mung bean curd. It wouldn't have such a luster," Gan Zhong said with self-awareness.
"Our Qin cuisine still has a lot of room to learn," Yan Xiliang said.
Before meeting Yuan Zhou, they had always felt that as Qin Cuisine Grandmasters, they could at least be considered good at the dishes they were good at, even if they didn't know all of Qin Cuisines.
But ever since the dinner started, they no longer dared to have such thoughts. Looking at the dishes cooked by Yuan Zhou and then looking back at their own dishes, they felt that the road ahead was long.
There was a saying in the chefs' circle called the "Zhou Ceremony", which was the baptism of Yuan Zhou.
The rain has stopped, and the sun has risen. Do you think you can do it again? Oh heavens, oh earth, do you think you are invincible? Come accept the baptism of Yuan Zhou, and let you return to the hard work of an apprentice.
"We're still young. We can still learn. We just need to put in more effort," Miao Zhonghua said confidently.
Miao Zhonghua really thought so. He had been instilled by Chairman Wang that it was a good thing for a chef to have a healthy body no matter what age he was. Only then could he do whatever he wanted to do. Miao Zhonghua felt that there was nothing wrong with applying this theory to cooking.
"I think this tofu is very delicious. It has both the fragrance of tea and the unique bean fragrance. Moreover, it's been processed as a cold dish. The cold texture highlights the fragrance of the tea. It makes people feel as if they are at the seaside on a hot summer day. It's so comfortable and natural." While they were studying the tofu, Huo Ting directly ate it.
Of course, he wasn't a person who ate alone. After eating, he would definitely share the taste of this dish with his good friends. As for eating half of it before speaking, this was a small matter, and he didn't need to worry about it.
The tofu was eaten very quickly. While the cold fragrance lingered in his mouth, the final dish was finally served. This was Yan Xi's highlight.
"Head Chef Yuan is too extravagant. This is too much. This wine, this wine …" In a moment of excitement, Huo Ting stood up abruptly. His face was flushed red, a sign that he was extremely excited. He couldn't even speak clearly. "That's right.
Apart from cooking and practicing calligraphy, Huo Ting's favorite thing was naturally wine, especially the West Phoenix Wine produced in Qin Province. That was his favorite, just like how an old grandpa loved tea. The first time he ate a Herbal Tea Egg, he almost beat up Yuan Zhou. Now, Huo Ting wanted to beat up Yuan Zhou as well.
In the end, just as he was about to climb up the table, Miao Zhonghua grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back with absolute strength.
Yan Xiliang, who was walking over, heaved a sigh of relief. He had wanted to talk to Yuan Zhou in the afternoon, but now, he had beaten him up. Yan Xiliang felt that they were all done for.
Yuan Zhou had naturally seen Huo Ting's actions. He knew very well why West Phoenix Wine was acting this way. The reputation of the West Phoenix Wine wasn't just for show.
In ancient times, there was a saying that when the jar was opened, the fragrance would spread for ten miles, and the neighbors would get drunk. Not to mention, the quality of the West Phoenix Wine provided by the system was naturally incomparable to ordinary wine.
"This Seed Fish in Milk Soup needs the West Phoenix Wine to ignite the fire to boil the milk soup. I'm just a chef. I have to follow the orthodox principles and cook the orthodox Seed Fish in Milk Soup," Yuan Zhou said inwardly.
Seeing that Huo Ting was already restrained, Yuan Zhou guessed that Huo Ting wouldn't come to beat him up. He heaved a sigh of relief and continued cooking seriously. In any case, he could beat up three of Huo Ting by himself.
"This dish smells so good. It smells like wine. I wonder if Compass' pub has this kind of wine?" Wuhai was attracted by the rich fragrance and started planning.
"I think we can try the lucky draw tomorrow," suggested Mao Xiong. Although she couldn't smell the fragrance, she believed in Wuhai's judgment.
"That sounds good. I wonder if we can try this dish?" Wuhai's eyes lit up as he stared at the beautiful copper pot.
"I think they are chefs and probably have something to do. If we snatch it, we might delay Boss Yuan's business," said Mao Xiong, who knew how to tame animals.
"We can order it ourselves after we finish eating," said Wuhai. He could only suppress his anger when he heard that it might delay Yuan Zhou's business.
"Brother Hai, you are so mature," said Mao Xiong.
The commotion caused by Huo Ting attracted the attention of quite a number of people. However, it was quickly suppressed. Everyone merely raised their heads and looked at the commotion before continuing to eat. There wasn't even enough food for them to eat. How would they have the time to care about other people's business?
"Huo Ting, what's wrong with you? You are disturbing Head Chef Yuan's business," said Yan Xiliang.
"You are not usually like this. Although this dish smells good, don't you think you are overreacting?" Even Director Wang couldn't wrap his head around what was going on.
It was mainly because Huo Ting's aloof and aloof image was too deeply rooted in people's hearts. His sudden outburst almost made people think he was a different person.
"Is it the wine?" Gan Zhong was aware that Huo Ting loved wine as much as his life.
When he smelled the unique fragrance of the wine, he started guessing.
Huo Ting, who had already calmed down, nearly went berserk again when he heard the word "wine". "This is too much of a waste. This won't do. I must suggest to Head Chef Yuan that he can use West Phoenix Wine. It is authentic, but he can't do this! This is too wasteful! "
Huo Ting even glared at Yuan Zhou. From this, one could see how much he resented Yuan Zhou for using West Phoenix Wine to cook the milk pot.
"Isn't the milk pot always boiled with West Phoenix Wine?" Yan Xiliang was still confused.
He didn't know much about wine. Although he felt that the wine Yuan Zhou used was indeed more fragrant than the ordinary West Phoenix Wine, the ingredients used in Yuan Zhou's restaurant were all of the highest quality. It didn't matter if the wine was better.
"It's West Phoenix Wine. Moreover, it's even better than the West Phoenix Wine I drank once. Don't you think it's a waste?" said Huo Ting grumpily.
Right now, he wished he could immediately talk to Yuan Zhou. If he could get some of this wine to drink, wouldn't it be more fragrant? He had to cook it for fun!
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