Chapter 142 Huang Shengli''s Shock


    Huang Shengli felt that he might need to look at Guoer’s recipe again.


    When Zheng Da sent him this prescription before, he studied it for a few days and only saw that the prescription was very strange.


    A prescription for a white-coffee dim sum has obviously much higher requirements for the red case than the white case. It is not like dim sum, but more like a dish that happens to require noodles. The chef who created this recipe seems to be a highly skilled chef in the red case, and was forced to study the white case for some reason.


    It can be said that it is so weird.


    But it is strange that you don’t have any fried stuffing.


    What is the concept of using a large spoon to stir-fry the filling?


    95% of the dishes on the menu of Huangji Restaurant do not require a large spoon.


    Huang Shengli felt that he was indeed old. When he heard such explosive news, he couldn''t think of it for a moment, and he didn''t know what to ask. When he thought about what to ask, the fragrance of the noodles had already floated over.


    The very pleasant pasta smells emitted after steaming. The rich wheat aroma is mixed with a faint wine aroma. The wine aroma is very light, but it is difficult to ignore. It is like the icing on the cake, and among the clusters of flowers, it is also the most dazzling one.


    Now Huang Shengli didn''t even have any extra thoughts about why he used a big spoon to stir-fry the filling, because he was so familiar with the fragrance.


    The taste of wine-stewed steamed buns.


    It was his master, the chef of a state-owned hotel, Master Jing Lixiangjing, when he was an apprentice. It steamed every day, attracting everyone to compete. People who buy steamed buns line up from state-owned hotels to the end of the street. There are children next to the team who eat with bowls of steamed buns. Buying a wine-making steamed bun that really makes the children next door cry.


    It’s this taste!


    Huang Shengli took a deep breath and felt like he was back decades ago, when he was a teenager.


    At that time, he and Zheng Da were still working as apprentices in state-owned hotels, and their wages were very low and they could barely be enough to eat and drink by themselves. However, at that time, he and Zheng Da were both eating and living at the master''s house, and they had never been hungry, and they still had extra money to pay for the family every month.


    Huang Shengli thought that when the helper sold steamed buns, the neighbors were not petty, but the white flour steamed buns were indeed precious food. Everyone stared at his hands when he grabbed the steamed bun, for fear that he would lose money if he grabbed a small steamed bun.


    Master is always very powerful. The size of each steamed bun is about the same, and it is difficult for the naked eye to distinguish.


    Huang Shengli also remembered that when he was a teenager, he was always very hungry and fed every day, and after a while he felt hungry. When I help sell steamed buns, I always secretly swallow my saliva while selling them.


    At that time, he and Zheng Da were both apprentices, and they were not even as good as the preferential prices for state-owned hotels. The master always leaves his steamed buns to them, breaking one steamed bun in half, half to himself and half to Zheng Da.


    As he thought about it, Huang Shengli felt that his eyes were blurred, as if he had returned to the distant past with the fragrance of steamed buns.


    "Master, you''re here. I just ran directly from the warehouse to the second floor to find you. It turned out that you were at the kitchen door. Master, I told you that the wine-steaked buns made by Qinhuai are really delicious, as delicious as those made by Master Zheng! I brought you two of the most beautiful ones, and they are still hot, please try them."


    "Master, you must try what I took for you. What I took is much better than what my senior brother took."


    Dong Shi''s crackling passage directly pulled Huang Shengli from the distant memories to reality. Seeing that his little apprentice who was talking a lot was holding a plate on his hand and two beautiful white and fat wine buns were placed on the plate, Huang Shengli calmed down a little.


    As expected, I am old, and I will remember the past when I smell the fragrance of steamed buns.


    Huang Shengli sighed quietly. It seemed that it was time to really prepare for retirement.


    Huang Shengli smiled and picked up a steamed bun, opened his mouth and took a big bite.


    He hasn''t eaten such a big stutter for many years.


    But this time, Huang Shengli imagined that when he was young, he couldn''t wait to get the wine-making steamed buns and took a bite, because once he ate it slowly, the remaining steamed buns in his hand would be remembered by Zheng Da.


    After one bite, the steamed bun is soft but not chewy. The wheat fragrance is fully stimulated. With chewing, the original sweetness of the steamed bun is mixed with the sweetness of the wine.


    The aroma of wine lingers on the tip of the nose, but I can''t taste the wine.


    It’s this taste, this is the taste that wine-stewed steamed buns should have!


    Huang Shengli remembered the words he repeatedly emphasized when his master taught Zheng Da to make wine-making steamed buns decades ago.


    "The most important thing in making wine-making steamed buns is to get the fragrance of the wine and the sweetness of the wine. If the wine-making steamed buns really taste the wine, then the steamed bun will completely fail."


    There is no doubt that the steamed bun in front of you is a successful wine steamed bun.?????Success made Huang Shengli feel that he was back in his apprenticeship era. Regardless of whether your day''s study and work results are good or bad, whether you have made progress or not. When the day''s work is over, the master will take out a steamed bun like magic and give it to him half, telling him that he did a great job today.


    Huang Shengli chewed silently, and many memories kept pouring into his heart.


    He has not eaten steamed buns in recent years. Although Zheng Da gave up becoming a top white chef and went into business to become a wealthy businessman. He has not practiced his cooking skills hard these years, but he has not lost the skills he learned back then.


    Sometimes when their brothers gather together, Zheng Da would show off his skills and make some delicious snacks, and wine-stewed steamed buns are one of them.


    Zheng Da did get the true teachings of his master.


    but-


    Huang Shengli looked at the steamed bun that had been eaten half of the wine, grabbed the steamed bun and flattened it, wrinkled it, and loosened it, watching the steamed bun rebound slowly.


    There is no such steamed bun image.


    Zheng Da made steamed buns, and he made his steamed buns.


    Qinhuai’s steamed bun made Huang Shengli feel very much like Master’s steamed bun.


    It cannot be said that it is exactly the same, but it is indeed similar to Zheng Da.


    And for some reason, the more I eat, the more I missed my master, and Huang Shengli''s eyes were a little red.


    "Master, are your eyes smoked by steamed buns? Why does it seem a little red? It shouldn''t be hot." Dong Shi picked up any pot without opening.


    "I have something in my eyes." Huang Shengli said angrily and picked up another steamed bun on the plate, "What are you swaying in front of me? Xiao Qin must have been unacceptable to the environment on the first day. You are the most familiar with Xiao Qin, so why don''t you go and chat with Xiao Qin."


    "Don''t think I don''t know. How was Xiao Qin''s soup hanging before? You''ve been chatting for most of the time, and your mind is not on the soup at all."


    Dong Shi smiled and ran away with a plate.


    Huang Shengli stuffed another steamed bun to Zheng Siyuan, and Zheng Siyuan waved his hand to refuse: "Master, I have eaten steamed buns every morning during this period."


    The implication is that I have eaten too much and finally came home and wanted to change my taste.


    "Did your father teach Xiao Qin?" Huang Shengli asked.


    Zheng Siyuan shook his head and said he didn''t know: "It shouldn''t be, but my dad may have given me some advice. Qin Huai saw the prescription on the dim sum collection and made it himself, and he also gave me some advice."


    "Tell me that the temperature of making wine steamed buns is the most important factor. I went back and tried it as he said, and found that the steamed buns made will be better if they are precisely controlled."


    Huang Shengli was shocked again.


    He just thought that Qinhuai''s wine-making steamed buns were guided by Zheng Da and Zheng Siyuan, but he didn''t expect that Tiangang was the one who guided by Qinhuai.


    Huang Shengli thought for a while: "Siyuan, leave later tonight. I will cook and cook a table of good dishes to welcome Xiao Qin!"


    "Isn''t your waist not so good these two days?"


    "Small matter." Huang Shengli beat his waist, "It doesn''t delay cooking, and there is not much, just one table."


    "I have to let Xiao Qin see his Master Huang''s strength, too."


    "I''m not the kind of half-baked chef who has been studying cooking for more than ten years and goes to do business in business."


    Zheng Siyuan:…


    Not a master, why did you suddenly step on it?


    (This chapter ends)