After Yuan Zhou flipped a few more pictures, the few of them could not help but look at Director Da Hai.
"Did he flip it or not?" The few of them had the same question in their minds.
On the other hand, the customers at the side looked at the crew proudly, as if they had never seen something like this before.
Even Fang Heng, who did not believe that Yuan Zhou could make authentic Steamed Cold Noodles, had a matter-of-fact expression on his face. From Fang Heng's point of view, Yuan Zhou's culinary skills had nothing to do with Yuan Zhou's inability to make authentic Steamed Cold Noodles. It was all due to the geographical environment.
After all, they had seen even more exquisite culinary skills.
"He did flip it," Da Hai looked at the surveillance footage carefully and nodded in affirmation.
Actually, Da Hai was a little confused as well. He could not help but rewind the footage a few times. He even slowed down the footage to see what Yuan Zhou flipped.
Furthermore, he zoomed in on it, so he could clearly see that the flipped rice skin was slightly different from the unflipped rice skin.
The flipped rice skin was smoother, while the unflipped rice skin was a little curved.
There were not many square steamer drawers. Therefore, Yuan Zhou flipped all of them in no time and waited for them to cool down. At this time, Yuan Zhou started to heat up the wok and prepare to make the chili oil.
However, before that, Yuan Zhou first carefully picked out the plump white sesame seeds in a small bowl.
This was to pick out the small sesame skin so that the texture would be fuller.
Next, he used another wok to fry the sesame seeds. The sesame seeds used to make the chili oil had to be cooked so that they would be more fragrant in the boiling oil later.
After the sesame seeds were slightly browned, Yuan Zhou scooped them up and set them aside.
At this time, the chili that he had fried earlier had cooled down. He crushed them and poured them out.
Actually, there were many ways to make chili oil, but Yuan Zhou's method was the simplest and fastest. However, he first needed to heat up the wok and cool the oil.
After warming the wok with a small fire, Yuan Zhou poured the oil into the wok and started to heat the oil. This time, he used the corn germ oil. This kind of oil had a light taste and didn't carry any other flavor. Only in this way could the fragrance and spiciness of the chili be better served.
"This is chili oil. This thing is delicious and fragrant." Chen Wei nodded.
"Indeed. If it's a side dish, this is the essence of the dish. Whether it tastes good or not depends on this." Fang Heng nodded his head.
"Of course. Did you forget about the Translucent Beef Slices?" Jiang Changxi rolled her eyes at Fang Heng.
"That's true. But this is the first time I've seen Boss Yuan make chili oil with my own eyes. I didn't know there were so many steps involved." Fang Heng wasn't angry. Instead, he looked at Yuan Zhou curiously.
"Isn't chili oil just made by buying some chopped dried chilies and pouring oil over it?" Jiang Changxi thought that chili oil was like that.
"So, you don't know how to cook," Chen Wei concluded.
"Get lost," Jiang Changxi said without hesitation.
Just as these people were bickering, Yuan Zhou had already mixed the chili. He poured the sesame seeds on the chili and gently covered half of the red chili. All that was left was to pour the oil.
"You actually put scallions and these things in the oil?" Jiang Changxi watched as Yuan Zhou scooped out the dried vegetables from the oil. The most familiar thing was the scallions.
That's right. The oil that Yuan Zhou heated was not only oil but also some spices.
"Pa". Yuan Zhou turned off the fire and washed his hands again before cutting the rice husks.
The knife used to cut the husks was not a kitchen knife. This was because iron tools would damage the soft husks and destroy the fragrance of the rice. Therefore, Yuan Zhou used a ceramic knife.
It was hard and sharp, and it didn't have any strange smell.
"Shua, shua, shua." Yuan Zhou picked up the square steamers one by one and put them on the chopping board. In one go, he put five husks on the chopping board.
His movements were fast and accurate. In an instant, five pieces of husks appeared on the chopping board. Yuan Zhou's hands didn't touch the husks at all.
"Zoom in," Director Da Hai instructed Qiu Qiu.
That's right. Seeing that Yuan Zhou was about to use the knife, the director naturally had to do a close-up. He already knew that Yuan Zhou's knife skills were top-notch.
Da Hai was right. However, Yuan Zhou casually picked up the ceramic knife and with a few swishes, only cold noodles of the same length and width were left on the table. Oh, no, thin noodles.
Because it was made from rice milk, the noodles looked a little like Liangpi. They were white and slightly transparent. However, these Steamed Cold Noodles were thin and not wide like Liangpi. The color was also more transparent and crystalline than Liangpi, with a hint of milky-white.
"Looks like Boss Yuan wants to eat it cold, not hot." Fang Heng looked at the appearance of the noodles and knew that they were going to eat it cold and not hot.
"Only you know," Jiang Changxi said.
"Oh right, Boss Yuan won't be treating you later. How do you know if Boss Yuan's food is authentic? If you ask me, it's definitely authentic. "Chen Wei suddenly turned his head and asked Fang Heng.
"I have my own plan." Fang Heng chuckled and didn't say much.
"What plan? Hiss, it smells so good! "Chen Wei was about to ask in detail when he was suddenly attracted by a strong and spicy aroma.
Especially when there was a hint of sourness in the aroma. It was so tempting that he almost drooled.
"It smells so good. I feel hungry." Jiang Changxi nodded.
"Let's not talk about other things. The aroma of the chili is amazing. I wonder what kind of taste it will be when it's poured on." Fang Heng swallowed his saliva.
It was the time when Yuan Zhou poured the hot oil on the chili noodles. He stirred while pouring the oil, and the aroma filled the entire restaurant in an instant.
As it was not business hours, the aroma in the restaurant would not be metabolized. Therefore, everyone present was tempted to swallow their saliva.
Especially after Yuan Zhou poured the oil and added a small spoonful of vinegar, everyone looked at the small bowl in Yuan Zhou's hand with even more desire.
A sour taste suddenly appeared in the fragrant and spicy aroma. Their mouths, which were already full of saliva, couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
"This aroma is amazing," Chen Wei said.
Other than Fang Heng, who was already prepared, the others who were drinking knew that they wouldn't be able to eat it. Smelling the aroma and looking at Yuan Zhou's noodles, they couldn't help but want to eat it.
Although the few people filming at the side were somewhat distracted by the aroma, they were still very happy.
"Aiyo, Boss Yuan will be treating us to this later. That's so lucky. Just the smell alone is so good," Ah Ken said to himself as he swallowed his saliva.
"This Boss Yuan's cooking is really good. I can't even contain my saliva anymore." Even Director Da Hai couldn't help but praise in his heart.
"Looks like it's almost finished. How many bowls should I eat later?" The lighting engineer, Xiao Longren, was constantly paying attention to the lights and the Steamed Cold Noodles in Yuan Zhou's bowl.
"Hmm, I'll eat five bowls first. After all, this is much less than dumplings." After a while, Xiao Longren decided how many bowls he would eat.
"It's done. It should be almost done. I'm really hungry." Even Assistant Director Qiu Qiu couldn't stand it anymore.
One should know that Qiu Qiu was the closest to Yuan Zhou. After all, some close-up shots required him to be very close. The closer he was, the more he could smell the aroma.
Qiu Qiu was using his professional ethics to be able to film seriously. Otherwise, he would have long reached for his chopsticks and started eating.
It looked very appetizing.
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