Today's second update~~
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Seeing the fat Chinese man start to eat the food, Chen Jiao looked a little nervous. He wondered what the difference was between the tofu made by Ye Chui and the tofu made by his sister
Can you satisfy this fat guy
He nervously watched the fat Chinese man's actions, watching him pick up a piece of soft tofu with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. Because of Chen Jiao's words, the fat man had developed a great interest in this so-called new dish of Chen Tian.
The proprietress of Chen's Restaurant is a great cook who makes delicious tofu. He was fortunate enough to be able to taste the new dish she created, so he was naturally looking forward to it.
When the tofu was put into the mouth, the originally soft and crispy tofu actually maintained its good elasticity. To have this taste, in addition to the tofu being made very delicately, it also requires excellent cooking skills. In many tofu dishes, the tofu has been broken into pieces by the wok, but the tofu in this dish remained intact, with clear edges and corners, and maintained its excellent elasticity when put into the mouth, which made the fat man feel very satisfied.
"The boss lady's stir-frying skills are really good."
The proprietress of Chen's Restaurant is very good at frying tofu. Not a single piece of her fried tofu has its shape destroyed, which is what makes her dishes so amazing. Even the seven-star chef in their restaurant is amazed and cannot compare to her.
When the fat man put the tofu in his mouth, he became even more certain that it was the work of the proprietress, because her tofu was the only one in the whole Chinatown that could be fried so perfectly.
At this point, he bit down with his teeth, ready to taste the real flavor of the tofu.
Spicy, hot, fresh, tender and fragrant, five flavors immediately filled his mouth and tongue. This was the main reason why the fat man liked this Mapo Tofu the most, and an expression of enjoyment was already revealed on his face.
Then... his expression suddenly changed.
What does this smell like
The numbness brought by the Sichuan peppercorns appeared suddenly, and his tongue felt tingling instantly. This was an oral experience he had never had before, and he subconsciously developed a sense of aversion to this taste.
"Could this dish be spoiled? I don't know what was put in it. Could it be drugged? Spit it out now!"
This was the thought that suddenly came to his mind.
His eyes then fixed on the trash can on the side of the place, and he was ready to bend down and spit something out of it. However, just after he moved slightly, his body suddenly froze.
The numbing taste permeates the mouth and tongue, blending with the previous tastes. Numbness and spiciness, these two dominant tastes ferment and cooperate together, eliminating the slight sense of rejection at the beginning, but what follows is another new experience, which is indescribably wonderful.
Spicy and mala, the most distinctive flavor of Sichuan cuisine, was tasted for the first time in a foreign country by a Chinese businessman in recent years. Perhaps it was the Chinese blood in his bones, or perhaps he was really conquered by the taste in an instant. He chewed it carefully in his mouth, and his original intention to spit out what was in his mouth was already thrown out of his mind.
"This flavor seems quite interesting..." He looked at Chen Jiao beside him curiously, "What's in it? It's numbing, but it tastes quite good."
Chen Jiao had seen the fat man's reaction just now, and he was sweating profusely. Seeing that he seemed quite satisfied with the dish, Chen Jiao breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly continued to introduce: "We put a brand new seasoning in this dish. This is an indispensable seasoning when my great-grandfather first developed this dish. With the addition of this seasoning, this dish is the most perfect."
"Oh, so that's how it is." The fat Chinese man nodded, "Then what is this condiment?"
"It's Sichuan pepper." Chen Jiao replied.
"Sichuan pepper? This is the first time I've heard of this kind of thing. But it's good. This dish is more delicious than the previous ones." The fat man said hurriedly, and couldn't wait to pick up another piece of tofu. He found that using chopsticks seemed a little unsatisfactory, so he used a spoon again, scooped a spoonful of tofu along with some soup and put it into his mouth, and at this time a green garlic sprout was also scooped into the spoon.
This fat Chinese man normally hates the taste of raw garlic sprouts, so when he saw the garlic sprouts, he subconsciously wanted to peel them. However, his intention to continue tasting them made him give up the idea. After thinking for a moment, he put the contents of the spoon into his mouth.
Well, let's just use raw garlic sprouts. In order to taste this delicious tofu as soon as possible, he endured it...
Huh
A strange expression suddenly appeared on the fat man's face. These garlic sprouts... They looked raw, but how come they were already cooked when they entered his mouth? The fried garlic sprouts and raw garlic sprouts naturally have two completely different tastes. The fat Chinese man didn't hate the cooked garlic sprouts. In fact, he was particularly fond of simple dishes like fried eggs with garlic sprouts.
He blinked his eyes and felt very unbelievable. How could the garlic sprouts go from raw to cooked
—Stir-fry the garlic sprouts until they are alive. This is actually the “alive” in the eight principles of Mapo Tofu.
The fat Chinese man looked puzzled and continued to taste the food in his mouth.
At this moment, he suddenly bit into something. It was slightly hard, but he could completely break it into pieces with one bite. He felt a crispy sensation, and his mouth was instantly filled with a strong fragrance. The fat man was familiar with this fragrance. He was stunned for a moment, and then said with some surprise: "There is... beef in this dish? Yes, it is beef, but the beef is chopped into fine pieces. After cooking, it becomes crispy and tastes better."
"Boss Zhang, you have an amazing tongue. I think you can become a gourmet." Chen Jiao quickly complimented him in a low voice.
"hey-hey."
The fat man also felt very proud and continued to scoop another spoonful. At this time, he no longer cared about eating the garlic sprouts that looked raw. He ate several mouthfuls in succession. The liveliness of the garlic sprouts, the crispness of the beef, and the taste of numbness, spiciness, hotness, fragrance, tenderness and freshness made him feel like an amusement park in his mouth. All kinds of wonderful flavors continuously hit his food senses, bringing him wave after wave of new and novel experiences he had never had before.
He was sweating profusely while eating, but he didn't stop at all.
Chen Tian is a big fan of Chen's tofu. In order to eat this dish, he would even choose to stay in this small-looking hotel every time he goes to Chinatown.
But he could still remain calm when eating Chen Tian’s Chen family tofu. He didn’t panic and wolf down the food like he does now.
This dish is so delicious.
He couldn't think of any other words to describe it except that it was delicious!
He finished the whole dish in five minutes, not even the fiery red soup was left. The spicy taste made his tongue seem to be burning, but he didn't touch the rice at all. Even so, he still felt unsatisfied. However, his stomach was completely filled by the plate of mapo tofu. He rubbed his stomach and stood up from the table reluctantly.
"Boss Zhang, what do you think of the taste of this dish?" Chen Jiao quickly approached the fat man and asked.
"Very good, I like it very much." The fat man smiled and stood up from the table, patting Chen Jiao on the shoulder, "Tell your sister for me that her tofu is getting better and better. I believe that her Chen's tofu will be ranked higher and higher in the top ten representative dishes of Chinatown in the future."
The top ten representative dishes of Chinatown actually have a certain order. This order is not determined by strict voting ranking, but a rough comparison based on word of mouth.
Among them, Chen’s tofu is recognized as the last-ranked dish.
This is mainly because the chefs of other representative dishes are all senior chefs, with at least seven stars. They will not stick to the rules when cooking a dish, but will constantly improve and progress. However, Chen Tian, the chef of Chen Family Tofu, only has four stars. Even though Chen Tian has devoted her life to this dish, with her cooking skills, it will be much more difficult to improve this dish than other representative dishes.
Perhaps it won’t be long before this dish is eliminated from the top ten representative dishes.
After the ban on meat was lifted, the food industry developed rapidly. At the current speed of food industry development, this was almost inevitable. Chen Jiao also understood this. He didn’t want to see his sister get hurt because of this. The dish that he regarded as his life support was removed from the top ten representative dishes. His sister would definitely be greatly hit by this. So he wanted her to give up her obsession with this dish. If she was not so obsessed with this dish, the injury she suffered would be less...
However, if it is this Mapo Tofu, perhaps it will not only not be eliminated, but will even be taken to a higher level
"Thank you, Boss Chen, for saying that. I believe my sister will be very happy." Chen Jiao said to the fat man with a smile.
"I'm just telling the truth." The fat Chinese man stood up with a smile, picked up a bag beside him, and walked out of the hotel while saying, "I have to go back to take care of some things today, so I'll leave first. You must come back another day to eat the tofu made by your sister."
As he spoke, he waved his hand and walked out of the restaurant.
When he got to the street outside, the fat man smacked his lips with some aftertaste and walked towards his car parked on the side of the road. When he got into the car, he glanced at Chen's Restaurant on the side of the street: "Hey, the boss lady's tofu dish is getting better and better. I just ate it once and it was not enough. I want to eat it again... The company's work is not important. I will go and deal with it today. I can still come back in the evening and then I will eat this tofu again."
Having made this decision in his mind, the fat Chinese man immediately nodded with satisfaction, started the car and left.
"When I come here again in the evening, I'll go directly to Chen's Restaurant across the street and tell the restaurant owner in person that her cooking skills are getting better and better..." (~^~)