" Wang Hao," Tong Liya asked," should we make some home-cooked dishes?"
For example, Kung Pao Chicken and Mapo Tofu, which foreigners liked to eat very much?”
Before Wang Hao could say anything, Huang Xiaoming interrupted,""I've always heard that foreigners like to eat Kung Pao Chicken and Mapo Tofu. Are these foreigners sick of these dishes?”
Wang Hao couldn't help but laugh." Brother Xiaoming, our Chinese restaurant seems to be the first Chinese restaurant in this small town. There hasn't been a Chinese restaurant before. How can they not have eaten before? How can they get tired of it?"”
Huang Xiaoming thought about it and felt a little embarrassed.
Wang Hao added Kung Pao Chicken, Mapo Tofu, Twice-cooked Pork, and other home-cooked dishes to the menu!
He tried to get half of the dishes to be state banquet dishes. The price was twice as expensive as home-cooked dishes, and it was clearly stated that they were dishes eaten by ancient emperors!
Now, he began to make noodles with bean paste for everyone.
Before he did it, he told everyone.
"Speaking of Zhajiang Noodles, it's one of the top ten noodles in China.
The most authentic dish was Old Northern View's Zhajiang Noodles. The people of Old Northern View usually only ate pulled noodles and cut noodles.
What was pulled noodles? He placed the dough on the chopping board and rolled it into large pieces with a large rolling pin. Then, he cut the noodles with a knife in his right hand and pushed them with his left hand to make the cut noodles stick to the dry noodles so that they would not stick together. Finally, he gathered them into a handful and picked them up with both hands to stretch them. After cutting off the connecting parts at the two ends, he immediately placed them into the boiling pot.
What was a cut surface? He first rolled the dough into thin slices, then sprinkled dry noodles on them, stacked them layer by layer, and cut them into shreds. After the noodles were cooked, he added the "toppings" to stir them, and then they could be eaten.
We are limited by time now, so we can't make pulled noodles or cut noodles. We can only use ordinary noodles.
When the people of Northern Jing ate Zhajiang noodles, they were particular about the size of the noodles. In the early spring, it was the bean sprouts and small turnips; At the end of spring, it was green garlic, Chinese toon sprouts, green bean mouth, etc.; In the early summer, it's fresh garlic, shredded cucumber, shredded bean, leek, etc."
We're limited to ingredients, so we can only make some cucumbers and shredded carrots…"
As he spoke, Wang Hao signaled Song Zu 'er to wash the cucumbers and carrots for him, and asked Tong Liya to beat the eggs for him.
As for him, he would make the fried sauce. He would stir-fry the diced meat, onions, ginger, etc. in the oil, then add the soybean paste made from soybeans to stir-fry. It looked simple, but only a chef of his level could grasp the most subtle and appropriate amount.
Wang Hao then shredded the cucumbers and carrots Song Zu 'er had washed.
The bright and sharp imperial kitchen knife flew up and down in his hand. In a short while, the cucumbers and carrots were cut into thin strips of extremely uniform length and thickness. They were even more uniform than those cut by specialized tools!
Song Zuer was completely dumbfounded." This knife skill is too strong. I saw a few chefs. They are much older than you, but their knife skills are not as good as yours!”
Wang Hao smiled." Knife skills are just a foundation. It's just like how you actors speak. What's there to boast about?!"”
Some young actors and young hunks would think that they were very dedicated to their work if they could memorize their lines. This was bullsh * t. This was just a basic requirement.
The chaos in the entertainment industry needed someone like Wang Hao to fix it!
At this time, Tong Liya had already mixed up her fears.
Wang Hao put the salad oil into the wok and heated it to 50%. Then, he put the eggs into the wok and stirred them clockwise with his chopsticks.
Wang Hao told Song Zu 'er and Tong Liya,"" It's best if the oil covers the egg. Stir the egg to form tiny particles. The faster you stir, the smaller the egg particles will be…"
When the eggs were golden, Wang Hao put the fried sauce he made into the pot and stirred it with a spoon.
" When you make it yourself, pay attention to the amount of oil in the pot," he instructed." Put more oil so that there is a layer of oil on the top of the fried sauce…"
After a while, Wang Hao took the sauce out of the pot.
At this moment, in another pot, after Tong Liya cooked the noodles, she put them in cold water and scooped them out into a few bowls.
Everyone put the sauce, cucumber shreds, and carrot shreds into their bowls, and a bowl of Zhajiang noodles was ready.
After finishing the noodles, Song Zu 'er's eyes widened."It's too delicious. This is the best Zhajiang noodles I've ever eaten!”
Tong Liya, Wang Junkai, and Huang Xiaoming didn't say anything. They were all eating in big mouthfuls.
After eating, they started to comment. They all praised the sauce and the taste was really amazing!
After dinner, Huang Xiaoming and Wang Junkai washed the dishes.
The tasting and photo-taking were set aside for after four in the afternoon. Now, everyone packed up their things to make pancakes and prepared to sell them.
Wang Hao and Tong Liya's hands touched when they moved the things.
Tong Liya's pretty face blushed slightly, but she did not dodge.
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