[When recomnding this recipe, this food truck has fully considered your current skill level.]
[Since your skills in stir-frying and roasting have already reached perfection, we have specially recomnded the advanced version of the Sunflower Chop at Recipe for you.]
[The at is bouncy, the balls aren’t, simr slowly over a low fla, remove greasiness and diffuse fragrance.]
[For the first use, be sure to use the progress bar function.]
This is Chen Mo’s confidence.
Only dishes that can be listed among famous cuisines are qualified for the system to analyze and provide an advanced version.
And only by making the dish to a perfect level will the system give an advanced version of the recipe.
The whole morning, Chen Mo did nothing else but repeatedly make lion’s heads, aiming to achieve a perfect level for this dish.
At this mont, it’s ti to evaluate the results.
"Pop~"
The sound of the food truck’s stove lighting was pleasant, gently swirling, then imdiately adjusting the fla to the smallest.
The pork broth added to the pot was already boiling, and only a slight bit of temperature would make it boil again imdiately, but the clay pot was cold.
Chen Mo bent his knees, squatting to closely observe the fla, frequently touching the clay pot with his hand quickly to feel the temperature.
The broth in the pot shivered slightly, seemingly about to boil.
"Pop~"
Chen Mo imdiately turned off the fla, and after waiting for tens of seconds, the tremble of the broth in the pot considerably decreased.
"Pop~"
Chen Mo lit the fla again, adjusting it this ti to an extrely tiny state, just like lighting a candle.
This tiny fla kept the broth in the pot gently quivering, looking like it wanted to boil but as if the temperature wasn’t enough to make it boil.
Yet, as for calming down, the clay pot, because of that small fla, maintained a perfectly suitable temperature and couldn’t calm down at all.
"It’s done, just like this."
Almost boiling, yet not boiling.
The ultimate secret of the advanced version of the Sunflower Chop at—heat control.
Zhou Yu always squinted, losing interest in watching Chen Mo cook, as he didn’t even add enough strength to the atballs, leaving nothing to see.
If this kind of thod went to the Huaiyang area, he’d be scolded to death by any restaurant’s owner.
Seeing the state of the water maintained, Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief, covered the atballs’ surface with cabbage leaves, and gently replaced the clay pot lid.
This lid also had a technique.
It was to completely cover the clay pot with cabbage leaves, with the lid directly placed on top of the leaves.
With a brand-new maturation progress bar appearing overhead, Chen Mo continued preparing the next dish, Mirror Box Tofu.
If the lion’s head was about playing with heat, then Mirror Box Tofu was about playing with cooking!
The tofu box is stuffed with minced at, not only must the box taste good, but the stuffing must also taste good.
Inside and out, it must all taste good, and the seasoning must be handled properly.
Wen Si Tofu uses soft tofu, but Mirror Box Tofu uses firm tofu, along with a small amount of pork foreleg at.
Chen Mo also prepared winter bamboo shoots, carrots, and mushrooms.
Seeing these ingredients, Zhou Yu touched his forehead, this kid ca prepared, these are the complete ingredients for making Mirror Box Tofu.
If I had known, I would have brought my own ingredients. I never thought that what seed to be a lighthearted job application was suddenly interrupted by an unexpected Cheng Yaojin.
Just having seen the thod Chen Mo used to make the lion’s head, Zhou Yu did not feel this kid could pose any threat to him.
If the owner of this resort couldn’t distinguish the quality of a Huaiyang dish, then even if I don’t get the job, it doesn’t matter.
Compared to the lion’s head, this dish’s ingredient processing is much simpler.
Chen Mo cut the tofu into blocks almost entirely consistent in size, all rectangular blocks with a length of 5 cm, a width of 3 cm, and a thickness of 3 cm.
Heat the oil!
At 180-degree oil temperature, fry the tofu blocks until their surface is golden yellow, then scoop them out to drain oil in a colander.
The pork is chopped into a paste according to a three-to-seven fat-lean ratio, not needing any ’Shattered Snow Traceless’ knife skills, just hacked randomly will do.
The chopped pork paste is mixed with diced winter bamboo shoots, mushrooms, and carrots, then seasoned with minced green onion and ginger, a little salt, starch, cooking wine, and clear water, stirring slightly until the paste turns into a batter-like liquid state.
At this point, stirring begins in one direction, not too fast or too slow, not in a hurry or too leisurely.
Watching at the cafeteria’s entrance, Zhou Yu suddenly took a deep breath.
Sothing’s not right.
Isn’t this putting strength into the stuffing?
If this kid understands this principle, then why didn’t he do it that way with the lion’s head just now, but used this way for this dish instead.
Could it be that this is just an assistant who mixed up the contents of the two recipes?
More and more doubts erged in Zhou Yu’s mind, and his gaze towards Chen Mo beca serious.
However, Hou Yao and the others were still chatting nonchalantly.
"When my resort opens, Boss Mu, you must co to support it."
"Oh, that’s Boss Fang granting such honor. A while back, I was just discussing with Master Hou about contacting you. When the resort opens, Yukyun Pavilion should also set up a second branch there."
Of course, Mu Xin was just being polite.
Yueyun Pavilion is a high-end restaurant, with a typical per capita consumption of several hundred in the city, not quite aligning with the resort’s price level.
Fang Zhizhong knew it was courtesy and laughed heartily a few tis, "Then I’ll keep the place for you." Suddenly, Fang Zhizhong sniffed, "What’s that sll?"
The other people also took sharp sniffs.
It’s a rich at aroma, but completely different from the at aroma they know. Usually, only stewed or braised at releases such a rich aroma, but that kind of at aroma is mixed with complex spice aromas.
But the sll in their nostrils now wasn’t like that; it’s just a pure, pure pork aroma if you sniff carefully.
"Oh...I know," Zhou Yu smiled nonchalantly. "My lion’s head is about to be done; it’s the aroma it releases."
The others looked at each other, obviously surprised.
This clear-braised lion’s head can be made to such a degree?
To emit such a pure at aroma through two rooms?
"Let’s go, have a look!" Hou Yao stood up, impatient, and rushed into the cafeteria kitchen in two or three steps, leaning in and fanning the steam rising from the clay pot toward himself with his hand.
There was a bit of at aroma, also so faint cabbage fragrance, but...
This aroma didn’t seem that strong, nor was it that pure.
Trailing behind were Fang Zhizhong and Mu Xin who both found it strange.
"Why did the aroma fade when we ca in? It’s almost unnoticeable now."
"Yeah, it was strong just a mont ago, why did it disappear suddenly?"
Zhou Yu still smiled confidently, intending to use his professional knowledge to explain to everyone, because this kind of aroma is called restrained, being stronger when further away but fades considerably when approached closely.
Just as he was about to speak, Hou Yao slapped his forehead.
"No, it’s not the sll from this pot; it’s the aroma from outside."
"What!" Fang Zhizhong exclaid, "From outside?"
Thud, thud, thud.
The three hurriedly rushed out of the cafeteria.
Zhou Yu stood there, dazed.
Impossible.
The food truck is cooking outside, and even if there was a scent, it should easily dissipate in the air; how could there be such a strong at aroma?
He imdiately followed them outside.
Sniffing frantically!
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