"Boom~"
A flame as high as half a person erupted from the wok. At that moment, it seemed as if Ye Chui had completely lost control of the wok. Twelve shrimps flew out of the wok involuntarily and were surrounded by the flames. Indistinctly, the shrimps seemed to have been burning.
Han Yuyan and An Xiaoxiao who were standing beside him couldn't help but shudder and their faces turned pale. Even Qin Yiyue couldn't help but reveal a look of horror. It was very common for oil smoke to burn and flames to burst out when cooking, especially when stir-frying ingredients over a high fire. But it was rare for someone like Ye Chui to create a flame more than half a person's height. Even Qin Yiyue seldom encountered such a situation.
At this moment, Ye Chui let the shrimps fly out of the pot. Has he lost control
Ordinary people would have been panicked if they encountered such a situation. Many people in the kitchen couldn't help but look at Ye Chui, and the next moment, the shrimps that were flipped out of the wok fell back into the wok safely. The flames dissipated, and the spatula in Ye Chui's other hand collided with the wok, making a series of noises. Looking at his face, he was still so calm and confident, as if he didn't show any panic at all because of the flames just now.
It's all under control.
It is common to see oil smoke burning while cooking, causing flames to erupt from the wok. Some chefs even like to flip the wok on purpose to cause flames to burst out from the wok, thereby demonstrating their superb cooking skills. However, Ye Chui did not do this to show off his skills. He used the flames from flipping the wok to burn the shrimps in the wok to reduce the oil content of the shrimps again.
This dish is refreshing and delicious, so try to reduce the amount of oil. However, if you put less oil when cooking this kind of dish, the taste will definitely be greatly affected. Therefore, the best way is to use the fire of the wok to remove the oil on the surface of the shrimp after frying.
"Boom~"
Ye Chui shook the wok again, and a flame half a person's height burst out from the wok. This time everyone was much calmer, watching Ye Chui pull the wok calmly and put the flying shrimps back into the wok.
Fire is dangerous and deadly, and the huge flame that suddenly burst out seems to carry some kind of terrifying sense of invasion. However, this fire is completely controlled by Ye Chui.
Controlling flame is a skill that chefs must master, but few chefs can control flame as perfectly as Ye Chui, which is breathtaking.
After the second stirring of the wok, the Biluochun tea in the pot had absorbed the juice and turned into a thick soup. At this time, Ye Chui quickly sprinkled a spoonful of salt into the pot. Then, instead of using a spatula, he held the wok with one hand and shook it gently, causing the soup in the pot to churn continuously, allowing the spoonful of salt to quickly and evenly dissipate in the soup.
Then there was another flip of the spoon.
This time the flames were even more spectacular and terrifying than the previous two times. Qin Yiyue, who was cutting mutton slices, couldn't help but stop and looked at Ye Chui and the wok in Ye Chui's hand with complicated eyes.
Many people in the kitchen seemed to be attracted and shocked by Ye Chui's wanton playing with fire. Han Yuyan and An Xiaoxiao's faces were flushed red by the flames, but the expressions on their faces were somewhat fiery. They suddenly felt how lucky they were to be this man's apprentice.
The shrimps fell into the wok, and the wok was shaken gently. The already extremely thick soup shook gently and coated the shrimps.
The soup is the essence of Biluochun tea. It originally has a emerald green and slightly yellow color. After being stir-fried over high heat, the color deepens and becomes a more beautiful yellow-green color. Now this color is mixed with the original milky white shrimps, and the color is even more pleasing. It is a crystal white color, and each shrimp is plump, like a carefully crafted work of art.
By this time, the shrimps have been fried.
Ye Chui held the wok in one hand and took a plate with the other. This plate was made of white porcelain and blue and white porcelain. It was specially given to Ye Chui by Old Han. It was blue and white porcelain produced in Jingdezhen. It could be said to be the best plate in China and even in the world. Old Han only gave Ye Chui one set of this kind of plates, which were specially used to entertain distinguished guests. The restaurant had not yet opened and the distinguished guests had not arrived, so this set of plates had never been used. But now, Ye Chui finally used it to serve the first dish.
This dish of Biluo Shrimp, this dish of Biluo Shrimp that Ye Chui used all his strength to make at this moment, can only be served on this precious plate!
Twelve shrimps are gently rolled into the plate and thick soup is poured on them. The dish is almost ready, but the last part is still missing.
Ye Chui took the cup of Biluochun from before, poured out the tea leaves inside and drained the water. The emerald green tea leaves appeared in a slender shape. Ye Chui placed them around the plate one by one. This was the feature of this dish. It used tea as the flavor, and tea leaves were also used to decorate the dish - this was also an indispensable part of the dish.
"Huh..." Ye Chui let out a deep breath, and the dish was done.
He just felt an indescribable fatigue all over his body. He was already exhausted from rushing to the restaurant, and making this dish consumed most of his energy. At this moment, he almost fainted on the ground.
"Master?" Han Yuyan noticed Ye Chui's abnormality and asked hurriedly with some concern.
"A little tired, but no big problem." Ye Chui smiled and shook his head, pointing to the Biluo Shrimp on the table, "This dish is ready."
"Yuyan, quickly bring this dish to me to try." Old Han's impatient voice followed. He had just eaten the hot pot with relish and could hardly stop eating, but now he seemed to have completely forgotten the taste of hot pot and couldn't wait to taste the delicious food made by Ye Chui.
Not only him, the other three gourmets were also looking at Ye Chui with a feeling of longing. On the table in front of them, the soup in the pot was boiling, and the vegetables had been cooked thoroughly and were emitting an enticing fragrance, but all of this seemed to have no appeal at all at this moment.
They are gourmets, artists who pursue gourmet food, and now they are being absorbed by a piece of gourmet art.
Han Yuyan picked up the plate of blue shrimps, but frowned as she glanced at the table in front of the three gourmets and Old Han. The table was filled with hot pot and plates of other dishes, so there was no place to put her dish.
"Retreat, retreat." Old Han hurriedly shouted to Pan Qingguo and others standing on the side, "How come you don't have any foresight at all?"
Pan Qingguo and the others were speechless. Just now, Mr. Han was so addicted to the hot pot, how dare they leave...
Several waiters quickly removed the hot pot from the table. Han Yuyan placed the plate of blue shrimps in the middle of the table. She had been a little worried about Ye Chui before, fearing that he would lose the competition, but at this moment she felt indescribably confident. Perhaps, it was because no matter who it was, seeing the way Ye Chui cooked this dish, they would naturally be infected by the extraordinary movements of the God of Food.
At that moment he was the God of Cookery, a true God of Cookery.
"Three gentlemen, grandpa, please taste the dish made by our master, Green Snail Shrimp." Han Yuyan said with a smile.
Old Han couldn't wait to talk to the three gourmets. He was about to use chopsticks to pick up the shrimps on the plate, but then he thought of something and threw the chopsticks aside. He shouted to a waiter next to him, "Give me another pair of chopsticks, hurry up!"
The waiter was stunned, not understanding why Mr. Han threw away the original chopsticks. Were the chopsticks dirty
He hurriedly brought a pair of bamboo chopsticks from outside and handed them to Mr. Han respectfully.
The other three gourmets were about to start eating, and one of them had already grabbed a meatball with his chopsticks. But when they saw Mr. Han's reaction, they suddenly understood something and hurriedly said to the waiter, "Give me another pair of chopsticks."
"And I."
"I want a new pair of chopsticks, too."
Han Yuyan looked puzzled and turned to look at Ye Chui.
An Xiaoxiao, who was struggling to support Ye Chui, asked her own question: "Master, why did they change the chopsticks?"
"The chopsticks have been used to eat hot pot, so the taste of the previous dishes naturally remains on the chopsticks. For gourmets, when tasting a delicacy, no other flavors will interfere." Ye Chui explained. Gourmets are naturally very particular about what they eat.
"So that's how it is..." An Xiaoxiao nodded in understanding.
While he was talking, Old Han had already picked up the first shrimp. From the appearance, the shrimp looked white and plump, and it was very tasty. After he picked up the shrimp with chopsticks, he felt that it was full of elasticity. Old Han exclaimed and released the chopsticks. The chopsticks had just sunk into the shrimp, but when they were released, the shrimp returned to its original shape in an instant.
Saying that food is elastic is just a rough statement. In fact, most meat foods cannot retain their original softness and elasticity after cooking, but Ye Chui made the shrimp do so. It is not because the shrimp was not cooked thoroughly, but because Ye Chu's cooking did not destroy the internal structure of the shrimp at all, thus achieving this ultimate state.
After understanding this, Mr. Han couldn't help but shout out, "Great, great. I've lived this long and tasted delicious food for decades, but this is the first time I've seen such wonderful cooking skills. No matter how it tastes, I will never regret tasting this dish again in my life!"
Before he even tasted it, he had already won a thumbs-up from Mr. Han.
Old Han had a close relationship with Ye Chui, but at this time he was not an acquaintance of Old Han, he was just a gourmet.
This moved many people.
Gao Yuesheng, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but sweat on his forehead. He subconsciously looked at Miao Shengsong who was still cooking... (~^~)