"I don't think Boss Yuan can make Steamed Cold Noodles," Fang Heng said confidently.
His words attracted the attention of the customers once again. Fang Heng was very serious when he spoke. His brows were slightly furrowed and his face was full of certainty.
"You don't believe in Boss Yuan's culinary skills? Is this your first day in Yuanzhou shop? "Jiang Changxi threw out two consecutive questions.
"Are you stupid?" Chen Wei also had a look of disdain.
"When has Boss Yuan ever failed in culinary skills?"
Even Director Da Hai couldn't help but turn to look at Fang Heng. He was puzzled. "Even people like them who have never been here before know how good Yuan Zhou's culinary skills are. They don't doubt whether he can succeed at all. Why are these customers doubting him?"
With such doubts and sensitivity, Da Hai gestured to Qiu Qiu to point the camera in Fang Heng's direction.
Being the center of attention of so many people and, most importantly, being pointed at by the camera, Fang Heng was a little nervous. Nevertheless, he still answered seriously, "No. Boss Yuan's craftsmanship is naturally excellent. But I'm from Guangyuan and have never eaten cold noodles made by people from other places."
Perhaps because he was nervous, the order of his words was a little strange. But his tone was serious and didn't seem fake. Some people were really suspicious. Could it be that the Steamed Cold Noodles were really difficult to make? Director Da Hai thought to himself.
The people filming were puzzled, but the other customers still supported Boss Yuan. Chen Wei had an expression that said, "No matter what you say, Boss Yuan will be the crutch."
On the other hand, Jiang Changxi said directly, "But that's other people, not Boss Yuan." Her words were simple but reasonable.
"No, no, no. I don't doubt Boss Yuan's culinary skills at all. Maybe I didn't make myself clear. What I meant was, I heard that other places can't make it because of the water quality and the soil quality," Fang Heng shook his head and explained seriously.
As he explained, everyone understood.
Fang Heng added, "Unless Boss Yuan brings a load of Guangyuan's water and other materials from Guangyuan."
"What's so difficult about that? I don't think it's a big deal. You should know that Boss Yuan has ingredients from all over the world." Jiang Changxi sneered.
"But I heard that the water can't be kept for too long. The longer it is, the less it can produce that taste. It's not that I'm exaggerating, but it's true. Although I don't know the specific scientific basis, I remember that the rice needs to be soaked for a day." Fang Heng was a brewer after all, so he knew quite a bit about water.
For example, wine brewing was very particular about water. The famous Cang wine required the water in front of Nanchuan Restaurant to brew. As for the other types of wine, the water required was also different.
In Fang Heng's opinion, cooking was probably the same.
"I think you're thinking too much. Think about the Wu Rice from last time. We don't grow that stuff here yet, but Boss Yuan still made it," Jiang Changxi said.
Jiang Changxi was talking about one of the herbs needed for the 100 Styles of Rice Cuisine last time. This kind of grass obviously didn't grow in Chengdu and it had to be fresh, but Yuan Zhou still made it.
"Exactly. This guy always finds strange things to make things difficult for Boss Yuan, but he never succeeds," Chen Wei immediately added.
"It's different. You'll know when you see it." Fang Heng was indeed not proficient in cooking. He didn't know what to say, but he still didn't believe it.
Just like now, there were already restaurants in Chengdu that transported water from Guangyuan to make Steamed Cold Noodles. The taste was better, but it was still inferior to the authentic Steamed Cold Noodles made in Guangyuan. Fang Heng was sure about this.
Of course, there might be other reasons that caused the taste to be different. But Fang Heng didn't cook and was just a customer, so he couldn't say anything.
In any case, the difficulty was 100%.
When the director saw that they were almost done, he immediately turned the camera back to Yuan Zhou.
"Go back," Da Hai ordered the assistant director.
With that, everyone watched as Yuan Zhou started cooking the Steamed Cold Noodles.
Actually, Steamed Cold Noodles was a very simple snack. All one had to do was steam the rice milk, then cut it into shreds and mix it with cold sauce.
However, the cold noodles could be eaten hot or cold. If it was hot, it could be shredded, and if it was cold, it could be shredded. It was suitable to be eaten throughout the year. Since the weather was still cold, Yuan Zhou naturally prepared to eat it hot.
The snacks in Sichuan were mainly spicy, spicy, and spicy. Today, Yuan Zhou was making Steamed Cold Noodles with a spicy taste.
Therefore, while the cold noodles were being steamed, Yuan Zhou started to make chili oil to sprinkle on the cold noodles.
Swish. Yuan Zhou threw a handful of chili peppers into a frying pan without oil or water and started to roast them over low heat.
Because the chili peppers were delicate, they needed to be stir-fried continuously. Therefore, only the sound of the crispy chili peppers and the frying pan could be heard in the restaurant.
Of course, there was also a burst of spicy aroma.
"So fragrant, so spicy," the people at the side couldn't help but think.
However, the spicy aroma didn't attack the nose at all. Instead, it made people salivate.
"I want to drink a glass of wine with this aroma. It must taste good," Chen Wei, who was always thinking about drinking wine, couldn't help but say.
"It's a pity that you only have one glass left," Jiang Changxi said cruelly.
"Hehe," Chen Wei expressed that their friendship was over and didn't want to talk to her.
As a native of Guangyuan, Fang Heng didn't say anything. Steamed Cold Noodles and porridge were a perfect match.
"This Boss Yuan is really strange. I don't see the range hood, but the smell of the chili peppers isn't choking. Instead, it smells so good," Dahai, who had wanted to cover his nose, put down the mask in his hand and felt curious.
Yuan Zhou, on the other hand, didn't care about what these people thought. He just focused on doing his own thing.
Swish. The chili peppers were stir-fried a few more times. Almost every chili was translucent and slightly yellow. Only then did Yuan Zhou pour them out.
Yuan Zhou didn't grind the chili immediately. Instead, he started to remove the steamer drawers that were emitting steam.
That's right. Before Yuan Zhou stir-fried the chili, he had already poured the rice milk into the steamer. After stir-frying the chili, he pulled down the steamer drawer. It seemed that the timing was just right.
Of course, the whole rice skin needed to be cut. Besides, it had to be cooled down before being cut. Therefore, Yuan Zhou started to turn each rice skin over to prevent one side of the rice skin from hardening, which would result in the uneven texture of the two sides.
The thin and translucent layer of rice skin was laid in the square-shaped steamer drawer. Because it was so thin, one could clearly see that underneath the rice skin was a piece of slightly yellowish oiled paper made of a different material.
"How can it be turned when it's so thin?" Dahai thought to himself.
Just as Dahai and the others were thinking about this, Yuan Zhou had already picked up a pair of brown chopsticks. He didn't seem to move much, but with a slight flick of his wrist, the thin and sticky rice skin obediently turned over and lay back in the steamer drawer.
From the looks of it, it didn't seem like the rice skin had been turned over at all. The main thing was that Yuan Zhou had turned the rice skin too quickly and easily. For a moment, everyone thought that the rice skin had moved was just an illusion.
It wasn't difficult at all.
"That's it?" Wasn't it supposed to be difficult?
"F * ck, isn't that thing supposed to be sticky? Why did it turn over so quickly? "The sound recordist, Ah Ken, couldn't help but stare at Yuan Zhou with his eyes wide open.
One had to know that when he was pulling the noodles previously, he had to watch as the person pulled the noodles bit by bit until they were so thin. Now, it was like magic, flipping over in the blink of an eye.
Even flipping over a piece of white paper wasn't that easy. After all, the rice skin was still in good condition. It had just laid down on the rice skin that hadn't been flipped over, and there was no gap at all.
This was Yuan Zhou's amazing operation.
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