C652 Little Zhan's Culinary Skills

Du Qi's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a thousand ripples. Feifei was greatly surprised, Little Qing turned pale with fright, Master Wang, Yue Yang, and some kind-hearted chefs and cooks were stunned and worried. Hee Zhuanggen, Lan Denggui, and the others took pleasure in Hee Zhuanggen's misfortune, but Hee Dazhuang was surprised and bewildered. He glared fiercely at Du Qi and hurriedly turned to Feifei. With a smile, he said, "Eldest Miss, which of these chefs doesn't want to be a cook? That kid just came and doesn't know the rules. I hope Eldest Miss doesn't lower herself to his level."

After stabilizing Feifei, Hee Dazhuang turned his head and scolded, "Brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, since you have that kind of ability, why are you still here as a chef? Don't speak nonsense here. Quickly scram to the side to work! "

Du Qi had already made up his mind long ago and would naturally not be dismissed by Hee Dazhuang with a single word. He immediately said calmly, "Whether I am speaking nonsense or not, I will know after a try. Mantou!" As he spoke, Du Qi first raised the fire and boiled the water, then poured ten kilograms of flour into an empty basin. He took out ten grains of yeast and gently rubbed them in his palm, kneading them into fine powder and sprinkling them into the flour. He extended his right hand into the flour and lightly stirred it, pushing the flour in the middle in all directions. He seemed to have scooped some water casually and poured it into the flour. Then, he started to mix the flour with the flour.

Du Qi chatted as he cooked the dough. He said, "When making steamed buns, the most important thing is to mix the dough, the dough, and the heat. The dough must be evenly balanced with the dough. When the dough is good, it should be withdrawn. Only then can the dough be tightened. Normal people love to use the old dough for the dough. But that will not only change the original taste of the flour, but also have a sour taste. If it was only yeast, the taste would naturally be sweet and sweet; the fire of steamed buns would be more intense. It must be steamed well, but it should not be steamed for too long. Only in this way can the taste be real!"

Everyone saw that Du Qi's movements were swift and skillful, and every word he said was agreeable. They couldn't help but be surprised. Under everyone's surprised gazes, Du Qi piled the dough into a pile in a corner of the chopping board. He took out a clean piece of white gauze and soaked it, wringing it dry and covering it. At the same time, he said, "Let's give it a shot first, bun!" As he spoke, Du Qi took another five kilograms of flour and five grains of yeast to prepare the steamed buns.

Du Qi said while still kneading the dough, "Making buns and dough are equally important. We have to make the dough well and start making buns. You can't knead the dough as hard as you make buns with deep hair; whether the buns are delicious depends on the taste of the stuffing. Therefore, the most important thing in making buns was to mix the stuffing. According to the difference in the stuffing, the buns could be divided into three categories, Bun-Hit-Dog, Steamed Bun, and Steamed Bun. I'll make some pork buns for Miss to taste today!"

As he spoke, Du Qi placed the dough that he had made in the basin. He cut a piece of pork weighing about five jin and placed it flat on the chopping board. He casually took out two kitchen knives and placed them horizontally and vertically. He cut the pork in eight directions and chopped it into minced meat in a moment. After making a bun and filling it into the plate, Du Qi put the bun into the cage. At this moment... At this moment, the water in the pot was boiling. It just so happened that the steamed bun was being steamed. Everyone saw that not only did Du Qi roll the steamed buns at an extremely fast speed, but he also wrapped the buns at an extremely fast speed. Furthermore, he was different from the others. He stuffed the bun with one hand and placed the bun skin in his palm with the other. He put his five fingers together and a small and exquisite bun appeared in the steamer. Everyone had seen others wrap the buns. They had also personally wrapped buns before, but they had never seen someone wrap buns like Du Qi. Watching Du Qi wrap buns was simply a form of enjoyment. Even Master Wang was greatly moved and amazed. Little Qing couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! Du Qi, you're so awesome!"

Hee Zhuanggen sneered, "I wonder if something that is made by hand and feet can be put into the mouth?"

Hearing his words, Du Qi knew that he knew nothing about cooking. Perhaps he was not even qualified to be a cook. If not for Hee Dazhuang's relationship with him, how could he be the head of the kitchen? However, Du Qi did not lower himself to his level and did not care about his words. He just calmly said, "As a cook, making steamed buns and buns is the most basic skill. It's rare for Miss and Master Hee to come to the kitchen personally. I'll make a few more pancakes for everyone to taste."

In a moment, a large stack of pancakes that were as round as a plate and thin as paper appeared in front of everyone. Du Qi said, "Miss, Master Hee, please try it and see how it tastes."

Little Qing praised, "Not to mention the taste, just the appearance is enough to make people like it. Let me try it first! "As she spoke, Little Qing hurriedly picked up a pancake and lightly took a small bite. She only felt that the cake had a fragrant and crisp taste in its mouth. She, who never liked eating cakes, couldn't stop her index finger from moving. She stuffed the cake into her mouth in an instant and said vaguely, "It's really delicious! Miss, it's really delicious! Quickly try it! After eating one, you would think of a second one. After eating the second one, you would think of a third one. In the end, I wish I could swallow my own tongue! "

Feifei also did not like to eat wheaten food. Seeing that Little Qing was exaggerating, she could not help but ask doubtfully, "Is it true?"

Little Qing hurriedly said," In front of Miss, how could Little Qing dare to lie? Miss, please try it!"

Feifei took the cake that Little Qing handed over, tore a small piece and put it into her mouth. After chewing for a bit, she could not help but take big bites and praise at the same time, " Yes, it is really delicious!"

Hee Dazhuang naturally understood Little Qing's thoughts. She first ate the pancake that Du Qi had left behind. No matter what the taste was like, she only said one word and let the young lady taste it. As long as the young lady agreed with her, the others would naturally agree with her. That would prove that Du Qi really had the ability to not lie. Since she wanted to protect Du Qi, I will not let her do as she wishes, as long as I say that the taste of the cake is not good. How many people in the kitchen dare to say good? I want to see whose face is swept today? Hee Dazhuang made up his mind, so he smiled evilly and said, "If you want to talk about food tasting, I, Hee Dazhuang, am famous from far away. Let me have a taste and see if this ordinary-looking pancake is as good as you all say it is." As he spoke, Hee Dazhuang went forward to pick up a pancake and raised it to his nose to sniff it.

As he smelled it, Hee Dazhuang could not help but furrow his brows slightly, as if the taste of this pancake was not that great. He seemed to want to put it down immediately, but in the end, he reluctantly took a small bite.

Hee Dazhuang was shocked as soon as the cake entered his mouth. He suddenly stopped moving. Hee Zhuanggen said anxiously, "Uncle, how is it? If it really is hard to swallow, then quickly vomit. No one will say anything about you!"

Hee Dazhuang shouted, "Nonsense! Who would be willing to throw up such a delicious pancake? Everyone go to work. This pancake is mine. Don't even think about snatching it! "As he spoke, a pancake was already in his mouth. He hurriedly put his hands together and grabbed a few pieces of cake. At the same time, he kept chewing on them. However, his mouth was already stuffed, and it was quite difficult for him to even chew. How could he still stuff them into his mouth?

Everyone naturally did not dare to disobey Hee Dazhuang's words. Those who had already gotten the cake were secretly happy, and those who had not got it did not dare to snatch it again.