The four dishes tonight can be said to have already impressed Su Lanxin and her group, including the two people from the catering association.
Especially Su Lanxin, maybe she had been confident of winning back the old plaque before, but after eating Feng Yifan's four dishes, all her confidence was shattered.
These four dishes are not just about surpassing in knife skills and techniques, but an absolute crushing in taste.
Any dish, no matter how perfect its “color, aroma, shape and taste” can be, can amaze many people with its cooking skills.
But in the end, the key to this dish is the taste.
If the taste cannot impress the diners, then no matter how beautiful the dish is, it will ultimately be a failure.
So perhaps for the spectators, they will be attracted by the dazzling cooking skills, or the gorgeous shapes and forms.
But as a chef in the same industry, the only thing that can impress others is the taste.
The only thing that can't deceive people is the taste.
It tastes good.
Just like the four plates on the table now, they have all been eaten up by everyone.
As the younger generations, Tan Xueli and the female secretary even felt a little unsatisfied. After all, the two of them could not compete with Su Lanxin and the other three.
Now, the four dishes have been finished, and the only thing left is to look forward to the last dish.
Even Tan Xueli, who might be extremely confident in her skills, couldn't help but look forward to Feng Yifan's Wensi Tofu, wondering what this final dish would taste like.
Finally, the door of the kitchen was pushed open, and Feng Yifan came out on a tray carrying a large soup bowl of Wensi tofu and five small bowls.
He put the big soup bowl down and opened the lid. At this moment, people at the table next to him couldn't help but come over to take a look.
In the clear soup, shredded tofu, shredded mushrooms, and shredded green vegetables are mixed together with the soup.
It really looks like a wonderful landscape painting.
"It's beautiful. It's really artistic."
"Wow, it's really Wensi tofu. I've only seen it online. This is the first time I've seen the real thing."
"Hmm, it seems that the tofu shreds are not very thin."
"The chef said that he hadn't made this dish in a long time, so his skills in shredding tofu were not so good. It's impressive that he cut it like this."
"That's right. They didn't put it on the menu originally, which means they are not very confident, and they didn't deceive customers."
"It's already quite impressive to be able to cut it like this. Although it's not as fine as beef hair, the earliest Wensi tofu was as thick as a matchstick. This one is at least a lot thinner than a matchstick."
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Listening to the discussions of the diners around him, Feng Yifan remained calm and served a bowl to each of the five people at the table. After placing it in front of the five people, he said, "I'm sorry, I haven't made this dish for a long time, so the tofu shreds are not perfect."
Lin Youqi used a spoon to stir it gently and said with a smile: "Don't be modest, in fact, this is already very good."
Jiang Zhongjian also said: "Yes, I heard that you just came back from abroad. You probably haven't practiced cutting tofu for a long time. It's really amazing that you can cut it like this."
Tan Xueli, who was beside Su Lanxin, naturally didn't say much. Although she knew that she could cut the tofu shreds thinner, the taste of the previous dishes had already made her dare not say anything more.
Feng Yifan smiled and made a gesture of invitation: "Thank you both for your compliments. Please try it."
Almost at the same time, five people scooped up a small spoonful and put it into their mouths to taste.
The next moment, the five people did almost the same thing. They never put down their spoons and finished the entire small bowl.
After finishing the meal, Lin Youqi sighed and said to Feng Yifan with appreciation: "It's really great. I didn't expect to have four amazing dishes tonight. The last one, the Wensi tofu, is still so delicious."
Jiang Zhongjian finally tasted it, looked at Feng Yifan and said, "Brother Feng, did you specially prepare this soup?"
Feng Yifan nodded: "Yes, this soup is not the usual soup used for Wensi tofu. I believe the first four dishes are already very delicious, so I made a little improvement to this last dish, Wensi tofu, as the ending."
At this point, Tan Xueli couldn't help but ask, "Why does your soup taste so sweet? What is this sweet aftertaste in this clear soup?"
Feng Yifan smiled slightly and did not answer. He just said: "In fact, cooking does not need to be restricted to a fixed form. Appropriate adjustments should be made according to actual circumstances."
Hearing this, Lin Youqi nodded seriously and said, "Yes, Brother Su, your son-in-law can be called a master."
Tan Xueli didn't get an answer, but she was also very clear about the huge gap between herself and Feng Yifan, which was a chasm that she could not cross now.
That is, the ability to make temporary adjustments to a dish based on the combination of the guests and the appetizers.
For example, tonight, each of the first four dishes was absolutely amazing, and they could stand out on their own.
However, when four dishes are presented one after another, a certain degree of coordination is needed. The order of each dish must be determined, and more importantly, the previous dish must not overshadow the later ones.
With such a combination, the last dish, the Wensi tofu, which was originally extremely light, should not have been placed behind the lotus leaf clam lion head.
Because the previous dishes were so amazing and tasted so delicious, while the Wensi tofu itself was very light.
However, Feng Yifan adjusted the taste of Wensi tofu, making this soup dish a perfect ending, leaving a little aftertaste, which will make people think about this dish for a long time.
Tan Xueli really couldn't help but admit it, because no matter how proud she was, she really believed that she couldn't do it all.
If you can’t do it yourself, how can you challenge others
Su Lanxin saw the disciple's convinced and disappointed expression, so she didn't say much. But she turned around and asked Feng Yifan: "I'm very curious, what is the peacock made with winter vegetables and the white frost on the winter vegetables?"
This time Feng Yifan did not hide it and answered directly: "It's chicken paste."
Lin Youqi was a little surprised and asked, "Chicken puree? But why can't we taste the texture of meat?"
Feng Yifan smiled and continued, "Because, I smashed the chicken into a paste and picked out the tendons."
After hearing this answer, everyone present looked at each other in bewilderment. They truly felt it was a little unbelievable, with only admiration remaining in their hearts.
Seeing that the five people were speechless, Feng Yifan smiled and said, "I wonder if you, especially Auntie, are satisfied with these five dishes tonight? Do you think I can take on the responsibility of being the signature dish of Su Ji?"
Su Lanxin did not speak, but looked at the two people from the Catering Association, waiting for them to speak first and make the decision.
Lin Youqi and Jiang Zhongjian looked at each other. They had already known that Su Jinrong and Su Lanxin, the old brother and sister, were fighting for the old plaque. They wanted to support Su Lanxin, but now that Feng Yifan's five dishes were out, they hesitated.
After thinking for a long time, Lin Youqi said to Su Jinrong: "Brother Su, I have to admit that you, as a son-in-law, are indeed worthy of being the chef of Su's."
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "I don't need to be the chef of Su Ji. My father-in-law is still the chef. I just help my father-in-law to keep Su Ji and use my passion for cooking to prevent the century-old plaque of Su Ji from being destroyed."
Su Lanxin didn't say anything else. After paying the money, she just said goodbye to Su Jinrong and left in a rather depressed mood.
Feng Yifan pushed his father-in-law to the door, watched the group go away, and said with a smile: "Dad, it seems that Auntie will not disturb us for a while. We can be safe for a while."
Su Jinrong sat in a wheelchair, looking at his sister's receding back, nodded but said nothing.
At this moment, little Feng Ruoruo came to her father and grandfather, raised her little head and said angrily: "Dad, you cooked such a beautiful dish for the bad guys tonight, so you have to cook for Ruoruo and grandpa and grandma, as well as mom and grandpa tomorrow."
Hearing his daughter's words and looking down at her angry face, Feng Yifan quickly squatted down and said with a smile: "Okay, Dad will cook for Ruoruo tomorrow too. I'll make Ruoruo a better meal."
Little Feng Ruoruo then smiled, opened her arms and hugged her father, saying affectionately: "Dad is so nice."