Chapter 907

Yang Song took a piece of tofu and cut off the outermost old skin on the tofu first.

To make Wensi tofu, we must make the tofu texture uniform.

From the first knife, we should be careful and bold.

It sounds contradictory, but it has to be done.

Yang Song held his breath and cut the tofu into pieces. Each piece should be as thin as paper. From this step, the tofu pieces should be the same thickness and general size.

Cut the paper tofu, lie down obliquely, and then cut it into shreds.

Shred paper tofu and find a suitable cutting board.

The paper tofu is too tender. Press it on the wood chopping board and cut it. The bottom is likely to be crushed.

Some chefs will cut tofu in water.

It's a good way to cut with the help of the soft but ubiquitous buoyancy of water.

Yang Song doesn't like it. He's worried that the freshness of tofu will be taken away by clean water before cooking.

So he will cut on the paper cutting board.

The so-called paper cutting board is to hang a piece of cooked rice paper in the air and fix it in two sections, put the tofu on it and cut it again.

Yang Song put the tofu paper hill on it, took a deep breath, raised his knife and cut it.

The knife is as like as two peas, and every angle and strength are the same.

Otherwise, there is no guarantee that each of the tofu filaments is generally thick and thin.

In the whole process, Yang Song carried his knife like the wind, moving clouds and flowing water at one go.

The next moment after cutting, the chicken soup in the pot is cooked, and it happens that it can be put into the pot.

It's not just a coincidence. Yang Song's favorite thing to do when cooking is to seize the opportunity and keep the dishes absolutely fresh.

Put shredded tofu into the pot and quickly disperse into one with shredded mushrooms, shredded winter bamboo shoots, shredded ham and shredded chicken breast.

The silk is white, light and elegant, like the rain on the field in spring.

"Uncanny workmanship!"

"Is it still human?"

"Tofu can really be cut into shreds."

When Wensi tofu soup was served, fat Wei and his three opened the lid of the soup with a pilgrimage heart.

All kinds of silk with clear roots, as thin as hair, non stick, non broken.

The three stood up respectfully, bowed to the bowl of tofu soup and began to eat.

The first bite shocked people that it was soft, tender and mellow.

"I feel the tofu melt in my mouth."

"It turns out that this is the legendary entrance that melts."

"It's so fresh. I feel the whole person has been purified by this bowl of soup."

"There is no need to use a spoon at all. The soup and materials are integrated. I feel that every mouthful I drink seems to be the same amount of shredded tofu. All kinds of shredded tofu are evenly distributed."

"God, how can shredded ham taste so good with shredded mushrooms, shredded bamboo shoots and shredded tofu?"

"Vegetable soup is too delicious and slippery."

These three people seem to forget that the bottom soup is clear chicken soup.

"Tofu is really the best food in the world."

Chen Ming: I like the way you haven't seen the world.

"Brother song, I also want a bowl of Wensi tofu soup!"

The guests waiting outside found: "it turns out that Baifeng Pavilion can make Wensi tofu soup."

Yang Song was as steady as an ox on his face and said in his heart, "there has always been one, but we bought 1999."

We ordered everything we could afford.

Li Ke and Li qingti also asked for one respectively and drank the tofu soup to their satisfaction.

When Rick finished drinking, he said, "after drinking, I can go back and write code at ease. I'm no longer afraid of bugs."

Li qingti moved his neck and even stretched his waist: "after drying this bowl of tofu soup, he burst 20000 words at night."

Lawyer Meng Wan: "be careful of sudden death."

Li Ke and Li qingti stared at Meng Wan: "quarrel, you have some virtue in your mouth. Won't the lawyer die suddenly?"

Meng Wan said, "not to mention the one who stays up late to write code and novels, how many words can you write in an hour?"

Li qingti said proudly, "three thousand words an hour is not a dream!"

Meng Wan analysis: "assuming your speed remains the same, it takes six hours and 40 minutes to finish writing 20000 words. It's 8:00 p.m. when you get home after dinner, I estimate it will take 8:30 as soon as you finish writing. It's more than 3:00. This is an estimate made on the premise that you don't go to the bathroom, drink water, run away and work stably."

Li qingti didn't care and said, "so what? Man, are you afraid of staying up late?"

As a stay up person, he can fight until dawn.

"Staying up late, coupled with high-intensity work, your brain is always excited and will be very tired. You need a good rest to make up for it. However, you have to come to Baifeng Pavilion for dinner during the day, which can't guarantee the long-term sleep time. Depending on your physique, you are in a sub-health state. You should rarely exercise. As I expected, you just have to stick to it I can see you in the hospital next month at the latest. " Meng Wan Road.

"Impossible! I'm in good health. I've been used to it for a long time!" Li qingti doesn't care at all.

"I'll correct my mistakes and I'll see you in the hospital next week." Meng Wan Road.

Today is the 23rd. It will be the end of the month soon.

"Don't always think about taking me to the hospital." Li qingti restrained himself for a long time, but he still couldn't restrain himself. He picked up the empty bowl and licked the bottom of the bowl.

"What about me? What about me?" Rick was also excited: "when will I go to the hospital?"

"Why are you so happy?" Meng Wan said, "do you like to take an ambulance?"

Li Ke said: "you don't understand. My daily life is eating, sleeping and writing code. It hasn't changed for so many years. OCD is becoming more and more serious. I think if I fall ill and go to the hospital, maybe I'll be better."

What else?

"Obsessive compulsive disorder, can't you see a psychologist?"

"No, I don't see a psychologist in my schedule."

"Only when I fall ill can I stop for a while, otherwise I can't put down my code until the earth explodes."

This is the case with contemporary workaholics.

Li Qing cried, "your obsessive-compulsive disorder is more serious than me. I can't write during the day at most."

He added: "it's not easy to get sick? You go back to take a cold bath tonight, and then turn the air conditioner to the lowest temperature without covering the quilt. You must catch a cold in 20 minutes. If you can insist on killing a liter of ice drinks, you can call an ambulance tonight."

That's a bad idea.

Meng Wan said, "I have reason to suspect that you instigated him to commit suicide."

Unexpectedly, Li Ke said, "I did that. I ate hot pot and drank ice drinks while blowing the air conditioner. I did it. Afterwards, I really had a fever. It was 39.5 degrees."

"And then?"

"I wrapped myself in a quilt and hid in the quilt to finish writing the code." "When I finished writing the code, I found that I was sweating all over and got the quilt wet, but the fever subsided and I didn't take any medicine," Rick recalled

He was proud at the end.

Unfortunately, Yang Song was making steamed dumplings for a table of guests. He heard everything he should and shouldn't hear.

The next day, Yang Song did a big thing.