Chapter 96： Fighting spirit brought by taste

　　 In the back kitchen of Su Ji, Feng Yifan has a small pot. He tried again and again, using some ingredients on hand to adjust the taste.

At this moment, in the eyes of his father-in-law Su Jinrong, Feng Yifan, who is standing in front of the stove, really looks like a craftsman. There is no skillful cook, only the ultimate pursuit of taste.

In a short period of time, Feng Yifan conducted many taste adjustments and tried several kinds of blending.

Just in terms of taste, I still feel that the soup is lacking a little bit.

After Su Jinrong tasted it, he actually felt that he lacked shortcomings, but Su Jinrong could not give much advice.

Taste is often a little bit metaphysical, and everyone’s perception of the taste may be slightly different, and if you really want to achieve the ultimate taste, you can’t just add it according to the amount.

Heat, the time when seasonings are added, and some changes in the cooking process and the ingredients.

is really a subtle change in every step, which may cause some unpredictable changes in the taste.

After many attempts, Feng Yifan suddenly seemed to have found the key to the problem.

He didn't just mix soup, but brought a piece of tofu, and also found vegetables and shiitake mushrooms.

Then, I opened the knives I had brought back from abroad, selected a sharp kitchen knife from it, and polished the blade slightly.

Tofu is placed on a cutting board, and a basin of water is placed next to it. The blade is immersed in the water, the knife is brought out, and the tofu is ready to be cut with water.

Vance Tofu's knife is a professional technique. When cutting it, it needs to be fast and accurate. It is cut with an upside-down knife. At the same time, it is necessary to constantly add water to the blade to ensure that the tofu will not stick to the blade.

Feng Yifan hasn't shredded tofu for many years. The moment the knife cuts it down, I have to say that there is still a sense of strangeness.

Especially the rhythm, Feng Yifan didn't grasp it at the beginning, so the tofu didn't cut well at the beginning.

But as I gradually found a sense of rhythm, the next cut should gradually become smoother.

Although there is no way to achieve the ultimate cutting skills, but it can be considered to be able to cut tofu shreds.

In the end, a piece of tofu was not too big. In fact, Feng Yifan only cut out a few tofu shreds, and did not make it as thin as a cow's hair.

However, Feng Yifan did not continue to pursue it, and then he cut the shredded green cabbage and shredded mushrooms as well.

Set the pot on the fire, mix the soup, add various seasonings, and Feng Yifan puts the shredded tofu in it.

Next, use a spoon to slowly make a circle on the surface of the soup, and use the centrifugal force of the spoon to rotate the soup to blend the shredded tofu, green cabbage, and shiitake mushrooms as if the ink version is smudged, and the dish is completed while rotating.

I have to say, just looking at the entire production process, I am afraid everyone can't help but let out a surprise.

The artistic ingredients of this dish are really high.

Of course, since it is a dish, color, shape and meaning are one aspect, the key is to look at fragrance and taste, especially “taste” is the focus of a dish.

Feng Yifan poured out the boiled Vance Tofu, divided it into two small cups, and brought it to his father-in-law.

Su Jinrong glanced, and in the clear soup, delicate shreds of tofu, green cabbage, and shiitake mushrooms were scattered. To his satisfaction, the son-in-law changed the shredded green cabbage and shiitake mushrooms to the same thickness when the tofu shreds could not be cut so thinly.

This point is still very important, it is related to the final effect of the whole dish.

Feng Yifan scooped it out with a spoon and gently blew it on his mouth. When it cooled a little, he slowly passed it to his father-in-law: "Dad, you taste it."

Su Jinrong opened his mouth and asked his son-in-law to feed the soup in the spoon into his mouth.

When the soup spreads slowly on the tip of the tongue, this time the taste of the soup is really different.

In the original broth seasoning, there are more layers. The mixed taste of tofu, green vegetables, shiitake mushrooms and soup produces a full complex taste in the mouth.

There is no taste stimulus, and there is no strong flavor, just like a Chinese landscape painting. It is so beautiful that people want to drink the second sip after the first sip.

Su Jinrong continued to open his mouth. When Feng Yifan saw it, he would naturally continue to feed the second bite, then the third bite, until the Vance Tofu in the small cup was fed.

After eating, Su Jinrong smacked his mouth, and after a moment of careful aftertaste, the smile on his face gradually bloomed.

"good to eat."

After receiving his father-in-law's approval, Feng Yifan brought another small cup over and ate it himself.

ate the other cup by himself, and Feng Yifan laughed with satisfaction, this time the taste was finally satisfactory.

When he felt a little bit of pride in his heart, his father-in-law suddenly said, "Swordsman, I need to practice."

After hearing the words of his father-in-law, Feng Yifan put away his little pride, and said helplessly: "Good dad, I will practice. It's really been a long time since I have cut it, so there are too many hands."

Su Jinrong glanced at the chopping board. There was mostly tofu that had been cut.

A square piece of tofu, Feng Yifan finally only cut out a handful of tofu shreds, and it hasn't reached the requirement of being as thin as a cow's hair.

Su Jinrong thought, if it were placed in his father's time, I'm afraid he would be punished by his father to practice for a few hours every day, right?

Inadvertently, Su Jinrong recalled some things in the past. His father was prosperous when Su Ji was in his prime, a group of brothers and sisters in the back kitchen were busy, and his sister was the little princess in everyone's eyes.

I just don't know when it started, the slightly shy younger sister who always likes to quietly walk into the kitchen to play has changed.

Thinking about it, Su Jinrong remembered some scenes on the day of his stroke.

Sister 　　 led a group of people back, and after entering the door, she bluntly accused Su Jinrong, his brother. I feel that my brother did not carry forward Su Ji, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is stuck in a small restaurant, so it is no longer worthy of the old plaque of Su Kee.

From the perspective of Su Jinrong at the time, he really felt very angry. If it wasn't for his sister's separation, why would he miss the opportunity to carry forward?

Then the opportunity appeared before him, and Su Jinrong had to give up that opportunity because his father was seriously ill.

Sister came back suddenly, those words once again aroused Su Jinrong's fighting spirit that had been silent for many years, but after all, the years are not forgiving.

The young cook brought by his sister was a big blow to Su Jinrong at that time.

But in fact, Su Jinrong did not irritate his sister at the time, but fell into a deep self-blame, a kind of guilt for ancestral plaques, intertwined shame and anger, and he suddenly suffered cerebral congestion and stroke under complicated emotions.

Now, Su Jinrong, watching his son-in-law in the back kitchen, is willing to work **** the taste and be able to make a taste that satisfies him.

Su Jinrong was a little grateful to his sister. It was her sister's aggressive encouragement to come back, which made him rekindle his fighting spirit. He had the idea to do better dishes and continue to pursue the ultimate taste.

So, in any case, Su Jinrong can't lose. He has to defeat his sister with his son-in-law and let the old taste of Su Ji reappear.

After Su Jinrong made up his mind, Feng Yifan finished cleaning the back kitchen, and there was a shout from Feng Ruoruo in front of him.

"Grandpa, Dad, where are you? Ruoruo is back, come out and see Ruoruo."

Hearing the cry of his granddaughter, Su Jinrong's high spirited fighting spirit faded, and a smile appeared on his face again. Some of them couldn't wait to leave the kitchen and wanted to meet the granddaughter who came back from kindergarten.

Feng Yifan placed all kinds of things, walked over and pushed his father-in-law's wheelchair, walked out from the back kitchen, and greeted the daughter who had returned.