Su cuisine emphasizes the fine color of the dishes and the beautiful use of the instrument. Today's set of tableware is also extraordinary. They are all made of Lang Red kiln-cooked fine products. Finally, this dish of Wensi tofu, as the main dish, is placed in a large Lang Red cup. The lid of the cup is opened. In the middle is a light half cup of clear chicken soup. The jade color is bamboo shoots, the black mushrooms, and the white ones are shredded chicken and tofu shredded chicken, because they are cut as thin as human hair, floating on the soup noodles, just like countless stamens, making this dish look like an autumn chrysanthemum.

Mr. Huang looked at the various tightly arranged arrangements in the soup bowl, and then sniffed the soup smell carefully. Then he nodded slightly. He is a contemporary "Imperial Chef". Not to mention an ordinary chef, even if Master Qinxing loses his standard when he accidentally cooks, he can see it at a glance. Not many people can make him nod, let alone try it in person.

After nodding slightly, he actually picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful and put it into his mouth, narrowing his eyes and starting to taste it.

"This kind of behavior is like those old men..."

Su Momo muttered in her heart, remembering the four old men she had met in the big wine jar. These old men are now impressed by Zhou Dong and naturally would not be like this for Zhou Dong's dishes. However, when they meet dishes made by Zhou Dong's students, they also have to see them and taste them at first sight. It's like worrying that the dishes are poisonous. They are the most annoying to such people as a waiter in a hotel.

The middle-aged fat man had been stunned for a long time. He was not an ordinary person. Not to mention the big cuisines on weekdays, he had eaten some small cuisines that were not very famous in China. It was just that he had just come to Chudu and the waiters here didn't know him yet.

Just talking about this Wensi tofu, he has eaten it dozens of times, but whether it is the taste of the soup base or the exquisite knife skills, this is the first time I see you today!

The clear chicken soup has no greasy feeling at all when it is in the mouth, but it is like a flowing energy liquid. Wherever it goes, it will feel comfortable and ironing, making people calm and happy, as if three parts of vitality are instantly replenished.

Especially when the various "silks" floating on the broth are touching the tongue and teeth, they only feel the silk threads are lingering, like love, but when you are just about to taste them, they will melt away one after another, and the tastes of various ingredients are intertwined in your mouth, as if in an instant, all kinds of flavors on earth are evolved. All kinds of things in the world make people feel that this is not an ordinary dish, but a life.

I ate Wensi tofu dozens of times, but it was not until this time that the fat man understood why this dish was named "Wensi". He was not a talented man with Wensi, but at this moment he felt that Wensi was in full bloom. He felt that it was a huge regret not to praise this dish if he didn't make a poem.

Just as I was thinking about where this poem should start, how to do it amazingly, and how to make a good relationship with Chef Zhou without leaving any trace, I was interrupted by an inappropriate cough. I suddenly felt angry and turned to look. When I saw that it was Mr. Huang who was coughing, I suddenly became curious: "Mr. Huang, are you?"

"Haha, I'm nothing, I just feel sorry for this Wensi tofu..."

"pity?"

The middle-aged fat man was secretly shocked and thought it was a pity. Do you know that this is the most delicious and 'Wensi' Wensi tofu I have ever eaten? Can't we be so pretentious, right?"

Thinking this in my heart, I didn't dare to say this, and I smiled and said, "Mr. Huang said it's a pity, then there must be something wrong with this dish. Is this girl convenient for Chef Zhou to come?"

He is a sensible person. He can't afford to offend Mr. Huang and Chef Zhou, either. He can't hear these words, and there is nothing wrong with them.

Su Momo smiled and said, "Sir, is there something wrong with this dish?"

"Haha, this Wensi tofu is the best dish I have ever eaten. Of course, it is ruled out that I made it myself..."

Mr. Huang was not humble and smiled and said, "No matter whether it is a soup, taste, or the temperature is clear, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a master's level. Unfortunately, this skill..."

"What's wrong with the sword skills? I heard that you are senior Qinxing. You have to explain it clearly to me, otherwise I won't agree!"

Before Su Momo could touch, two people had already come into the private room. One was Zhou Dong, who came to see this diligent senior, and the other was the angrily Lu Luxin. The middle-aged fat man glanced at Zhou Dong deeply and stood up quickly and said, "Hello Chef Zhou, my surname is Lu...I..."

"Oh, Mr. Lu, please sit down, Mr. Lu."

Zhou Dong's eyes flew over the tiger's mouth of Fatty Lu's right hand, and immediately knew that he was not an insider, so he turned to look at the mysterious Mr. Huang.

Like him, Lu Luxin found the target at a glance and looked at the man surnamed Huang with a righteous heart.

If she is really a diligent senior, she will certainly not be presumptuous, but she has followed her senior brother and Mr. Huang to participate in many diligent activities. Not to mention the provincial and municipal level, even the Chinese cooking food will always be there. The famous chefs in the world are basically familiar with each other, but no matter how she recalls, she has never seen the one in front of her. Needless to say, this is probably a stick-mass that pretend to be an expert.

You are just a stick, and you dare to accuse your aunt of having problems with your knife skills. Have you heard of Hua Yidao?

Lu Luxin has her eyebrows raised and her almond eyes wide open. Not to mention that the person in front of her may be a fake expert, she is just a really master. Since her temper has come up, the other party will not leave easily without leaving any help.

"Since we are 'senior', then let's follow the rules, please?"

If you practice rules diligently and accuse the chef of cooking in public, you have to either tell the problem or show your skills, otherwise you have to respect tea and apologize in public and allow others to send this matter to the fullest. If Mr. Huang comes to find fault with him as a consumer, even if he can't tell the idea in the end, Lu Luxin may not be skeptical about him. But since he claims to be a senior of diligently, he has to follow the rules.

"Oh, so, this Wensi tofu is not Chef Zhou's chopping board, but yours?"

Mr. Huang was slightly stunned and felt a little headache. He thought it was Zhou Dong's chopping board, but he didn't expect to mess with a female chef. As the saying goes, a good man doesn't fight with a woman, let alone what his identity is? If he had known this, he would have asked clearly just now...

After looking at Zhou Dong, he said, "Chef Zhou, isn't you right? Wensi Tofu is different from other dishes. Not to mention that you are still a private dish, even in a popular restaurant, the chef who cherishes feathers will definitely not give the chopping board to others, let alone a female chef, you, you..."

Lu Luxin became even more angry when she heard this. OK, this stick even discriminates against women and sex. It’s outrageous!

"What's wrong with the woman? Tell me, a female chef, has any problem with my knife skills. If you can't tell me, you have to make tea and admit your mistakes today. This is a diligent rule. I don't care whether you are a real senior or a fake senior!"

Zhou Dong frowned slightly: "Boss Hua..."

Mr. Huang may have been a little bit too much, but after all, he is over fifty years old, almost the same as his father. Zhou Dong believes that he should respect the "old man". Some bad people have grown old these days, but Mr. Huang doesn't look like that kind of person.

"Don't worry, this is my business!"

No wonder Lu Luxin got angry. She was originally famous for her sword skills. Many seniors who worked diligently praised her. Even Mr. Huang said that she was very talented, and her talent in sword skills was not even inferior to Zhou Dong.

If someone else was picky about her cooking problems and the cold dishes she made were not properly angered, she would not be so angry. But when this fake expert came up, she said that her knife skills were problematic, and she couldn't stand it anyway.

"Haha, Chef Zhou, everyone says you are the only young master in China for fifty years. You shouldn't tell me that you didn't see that there was something wrong with this female chef's knife skills, right?"

Mr. Huang was also very clever and threw the problem to Zhou Dong first.

Zhou Dong smiled: "Lu Zhentou asked you, and he said that there are problems. Why did I ask me to answer? If you are really a senior diligent, you shouldn't do this?"

"Haha, it makes sense, then okay..."

Mr. Huang looked at Lu Luxin and said, "Lu Jintou, right? I wonder if I can give me a bowl of water?"

Lu Luxin nodded: "Momo, bring a bowl of clear water to Mr. Huang!"

Su Momo had been anxious for a long time. Hearing this, he ran to the kitchen and quickly brought a bowl of water.

"This female chef, look carefully."

Mr. Huang smiled slightly, picked up the chopsticks and fired his hands like lightning. Every time he dripped it in this cup of Wensi tofu, he left, and then lit it in a bowl of water. Every time he ordered, a piece of tofu would appear in the bowl of water.

"In this Wensi tofu, all kinds of ingredients need to be cut into thin threads like hair. The thinner the better, the more endless it is. Among them, cut tofu shreds is the most difficult.

This female chef's knife skills are actually pretty good. Judging from the knife skills alone, it is well deserved even among the first-class chefs. So there is no problem with the shredded mushrooms, chicken shredded winter bamboo shoots, and ham shredded, but is this shredded tofu shredded..."

Speaking of this, Mr. Huang suddenly stopped chopsticks and pointed at Qingshui Bowl with a smile and said, "In order to save time, I will pick out ten tofu shreds with problems. You should read it yourself. If you can't see clearly, it's best to borrow a magnifying glass."

Zhou Dong frowned secretly when he was watching from the side. When he was in the kitchen, he could see that Lu Luxin's knife skills were slightly flawed, but they were just flaws, not mistakes. Moreover, in terms of the knife skills required for this Wensi tofu, Lu Luxin has exceeded 90% of the chefs in China and can definitely be called excellent.

Besides, he is still a girl, not saying that he discriminates against women. After all, women are naturally weak and have to keep their techniques with heavy kitchen knifes and breathe very stably. This is more difficult than men. Therefore, although Zhou Dong saw some flaws, he did not say it out because Lu Luxin had done well enough, and it was too pretentious to find faults.

But this Mr. Huang, who claims to be a diligent senior, is a pretentious person!

"There is a problem, what's the problem?"

Lu Luxin rubbed her eyes, walked closer and observed carefully, but couldn't see anything for a while. Finally, she found a magnifying glass and lay on the soup cup to watch carefully.

Through the five-fold magnifying glass, I finally saw clearly what Mr. Huang said.

The first thing to do is the thickness of these ten tofu shreds, either thicker than that in the soup cup or slightly thinner. In addition, the sections of almost each of them are not complete, which is because the hand holding the knife is not warm enough when she takes the knife, or the breath is not even enough.

There was even one that was almost cut off, and the incision was already scattered. I guess if I soaked it in the soup for a while, it might turn into two pieces.

Putting down the magnifying glass gently, Lu Luxin didn't say anything for a long time, suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhou Dong: "No wonder you didn't comment when you were in the kitchen. In fact, you've seen it a long time ago, right?"

Mr. Huang also smiled and looked at Zhou Dong: "Cheer Zhou had seen it on the chopping board as early as possible? This eye can make Huang admire him very much."

He waited until the dish was finished, and the tofu shredded to float and spread on the soup noodles before he could see the problem, but Zhou Dong saw it at the cutting board stage of the kitchen. Although he also saw the problem, the difficulty was very different.

"Haha, Mr. Huang was joking..."

Zhou Dong changed the topic and said, "Actually, in my opinion, your requirements are too strict. I'm afraid that there are not many chefs in China. After all, this dish is full of threads. Who can guarantee that every piece of tofu will not have any problems?

What's more, the problems you pointed out will not affect the finished dish, and even the impact on the taste is almost zero. Even the top foodie will probably not find fault like this."

Although he was speaking politely enough, the meaning inside and outside is that the person named Huang is too pretentious and picky to the point that he is beyond the sarcastic tongue."

Although Lu Luxin was convinced, she was reluctant to accept it. She also said, "This 'sen' is right. My sword skills may not have reached the level of perfection, but if you were the ones you, could you do it?"

The smell of gunpowder is getting stronger and stronger, which means facing challenges in diligence.

"Haha, I didn't expect that after decades, the diligent man actually forgot me, the old guy..."

Mr. Huang smiled: "Chef Zhou, I, Huang, are also famous in the martial arts weapons charts decades ago. It is probably not an exaggeration to say that I am your senior, right?"

"Sir, who?"

Zhou Dong was stunned. When he remembered that Ling Zhenfeng was willing to find various excuses to fight with him in order to make a list of weapons, he suddenly felt a headache. Could this "senior" in front of him also came for him?

"Don't worry, it's not a challenge to you, because I ranked before you. Many years ago, I had a not-so-good nickname, Dragon and Phoenix Carved Knife!"

Mr. Huang smiled and said, "But I can give you a chance to challenge me. I wonder if Chef Zhou is interested?"

"You...you are the dragon and phoenix carving sword?"

Lu Luxin stared at Mr. Huang with wide eyes.

Although the ranking of the weapons scores of Qinxing is just a one-man statement, whether it is the old score of the past or the new score of the past or the new score of the past and the new score of the past, what is examined is not the chef's comprehensive strength, but a certain strength. For example, the dragon and phoenix carving knife in front of him, if you ask him to steam the dog, you will probably not be able to beat Zhou Dong no matter what.

However, the diligent weapon spectrum has a huge impact on diligent action. The sword masters in China regard this dragon and phoenix carving sword, ranked second in the old score, as an idol, and Lu Luxin is no exception.

Losing in the hands of his idol doesn't seem to be a bit embarrassing. Lu Luxin's anger disappeared. She didn't like Mr. Huang before, but now she looks at him how comfortable he feels. Well, if she is dozens of years younger, she can basically tie Lao Zhou's heels, and she can barely be considered an old handsome guy?

"Of course there will be no mistake."

Mr. Huang smiled slightly, just looked at Zhou Dong and said, "Chef Zhou, I wonder if I can let me see the sword skills of you, a diligent young master?

Don’t forget that I am a guest today. As the chef of private dishes, I should take out the best dishes to satisfy the guests. Obviously, this dish of Wensi tofu cannot satisfy me..."

What's this called? Those who rank behind him want to fight vegetables. They are obviously ranked ahead of him, but they also have to find an excuse to fight. Zhou Dong felt that his head was as big as a bucket.

The fat middle-aged man read it with relish. Good guy, a group of chefs are like martial arts novels. What kind of weapon scores do you have? Interesting!

Lu Luxin suddenly whispered in Zhou Dong's ear: "Old Zhou, if you can beat Mr. Huang, my idol will be you in the future! Come on!"

Zhou Dong was immediately amazed and laughed. This was messy enough. Why are you messing around with you?

However, Mr. Huang had nothing to say about his identity as a guest, so he could only nod and said, "Since Mr. Huang said that, I will make a remake of Wensi tofu, and I would like to ask Mr. Huang for more advice."

"Haha, I dare not be a counselor, I'm just waiting to taste Chef Zhou's craftsmanship!"

Mr. Huang laughed. There are countless chefs all over the world. As the "old man", he could find a few chefs to be the chef. But no one has the chance to meet him. At least, if Zhou Dong can't pass this level, the young man would directly reject it.

Just twenty minutes after Zhou Dong left, he brought a portion of Wensi tofu in his own hand and gently placed it on the dining table and said, "Mr. Huang, please taste it."

"So fast?"

Mr. Huang frowned gently. Even if the broth was hoisted in advance, all kinds of ingredients were prepared. However, this dish took a lot of time just to use knife skills. He had already signed up for the name of Zhou Dong. In theory, Zhou Dong should be careful. Even if the knife skills are good, it will take about half an hour to be safe.

I made a new portion of Wensi Tofu so soon. Didn’t I take this dragon and phoenix carving knife to heart?

Gently lifting the lid of the soup cup, Mr. Huang looked at the tofu shredded floating on the soup noodles. With his experience and vision, if Zhou Dong's knife skills were slightly flawed, he could see it at a glance without a magnifying glass.

"There is no flaw?"

Mr. Huang widened his eyes and looked at the cup of Wensi tofu over and over again. He saw that the thin strips cut from various ingredients were arranged in order. Even the most difficult to cut tofu shreds were the same as the length, thickness, and the right knife and side knife were all very hot.
Chapter completed!