Chapter 1076

Liu Haiyang is calling president Su of the Food Association in Jiangsu: "OK, old Su, bring your people to Los Angeles, don't you?

Don't say you don't know, just pay a knife. How did he come to Los Angeles?

Do you know that Yang Song's challenge is to apply to our Los Angeles Food Association? You don't obey the rules, do you?

OK, you don't want to see the Soviet food Video saved here, and you don't want the improved secret recipe. In the future, China wants to eat professional Jiangsu food. We have to come to Los Angeles. Wait for me! "

Sue won't be thirsty in the long run.

Liu Haiyang hung up the phone, got in from the crowd and stood in front of Fu Yidao: "President Su asked you to call back."

Fu Yidao was surprised and soon calmed down: "it's not too late to come back later."

"Chef Yang, you haven't said what's wrong with my squirrel mandarin fish."

He was confident that the dish had no defects.

The whole audience couldn't help worrying about Yang Song.

"Wait a minute." Yang Song turned back to Baifeng Pavilion and came out with a lot of ingredients. The most conspicuous one was a mandarin fish.

"What is chef Yang going to do?" Fu Yidao still performs well.

People outside think he has studied this dish for more than ten years. In fact, he is 39 years old and has studied this dish for nearly 20 years.

From the age of 19, he made a squirrel mandarin fish he thought was perfect for the first time and gave it to his father as a chef. As a result, he was scolded for making pig food and was not worthy of being a cook. He couldn't stop.

After 20 years of hard training, the squirrel mandarin fish finally produced is definitely the number one squirrel mandarin fish in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

No one can win the squirrel mandarin fish in his hand.

But in Los Angeles, on the other side of the river, so many diners boasted about the squirrel mandarin fish made by Yang Song, which made Fu Yidao very unhappy.

"Chef Yang is going to make squirrel mandarin fish for me to open my eyes?" Fu Yidao looked at Yang Song with pity: "do you really know what is a real squirrel mandarin fish?"

Yang Song has never tasted his fish.

Many of the chefs on the scene had not eaten it. They just looked, smelled and smelled it. People with self-knowledge knew how excellent this dish was.

"This squirrel mandarin fish is at least ten years away from Fu Yidao."

"I'm better than you. I'm eight years behind him."

"The whole fish is boneless. After completion, the shape of the fish is still so beautiful, as if it jumped out of the water, and its pastry is really perfect."

"The accuracy of the heat is amazing."

"The whole dish is brilliant. It is worthy of being praised by even Emperor Qianlong."

Yang Song took a bamboo stick and began to probe in inch by inch from the fish's head. Sixteen seconds later, he successfully took out a main thorn. The skin of the fish was not damaged at all.

"Good!"

"Brother song is young. It's amazing that the whole fish's bone removal technique is so neat."

"I remember the squirrel mandarin fish before Baifeng Pavilion won't lose their bones. Why did they lose their bones today?"

"You don't understand. Brother song used to match the tastes of our northern Ren and Central Plains people, so the fish didn't lose their bones. Today he made pure Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine. Of course, he had to use the techniques of Jiangsu and Zhejiang to fight with chef Fu."

After cleaning up the fish, Yang Song began to play Daohua. Like chef Fu, he also played diamond Daohua for mandarin fish.

Then wrap the starch and burn the oil at the same time. It's about eight minutes hot. Put the fish into the pot, pour the oil and fry it repeatedly. Finally, put it on the plate, fry the fish head, put it on the plate, pour the sugar and vinegar juice prepared long ago, and finally thicken and drench with sesame oil. It's squirrel mandarin fish.

Very simple steps, even when Li Daren saw it, he could calmly write it down in a small book and say, "it seems that he will see it again."

This is the mystery of Chinese food.

You see many dishes and think you can do them. When you really wait to do them, you will find that God can fucking do it. What can I do? I can't do anything. I'm a stupid mortal.

Or,

I've done everything according to the recipe. Why is the thing made completely different from what I imagined? What others do is called delicious food. I'm estimated to be desperate.

Yang Song put the prepared squirrel mandarin fish together with the one who paid a knife.

In terms of appearance, there is little difference between the two.

"Chef Fu, are you interested in trying it?" Yang Song handed a pair of chopsticks.

Fu Yidao didn't move for half a day. To be exact, he was stunned when Yang Song began steaming fish and removing bones.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Why is this young Yang Song, who is said to have just learned cooking, so fluently and skillfully debonding the whole fish?"

"His grasp of oil temperature is no less than mine!"

"When pouring oil on the fish, no drop of oil splashed out. He didn't feel nervous. He looked very relaxed."

"It's impossible. Squirrel mandarin fish has very high requirements for heat, knife work and seasoning. It's definitely not something a little chef in his early twenties can do. I don't believe he can do it."

"There's no problem with the knife work. The heat is OK, but it took less than 20 minutes to finish the fish. There must be something wrong with the taste. What's the use of just making it good? It's still delicious."

Fu Yidao couldn't help but take the chopsticks and probe into the fish tail.

The meat here is compact. When frying, it is likely to be heated unevenly, resulting in taste differences. Yang Song did not give squirrel mandarin fish enough time to marinate, or it may not taste good.

However, when he put the chopsticks on it, with a little force, the fish was completely caught out.

"I can't even grasp the fire here."

At the entrance of the fish, Fu Yidao couldn't help but stand up and close his eyes. In front of him was the river of his childhood. Peach blossoms, willows and mandarin fish that jumped out of the water from time to time. The scales glittered in the sun, which could make people feel the vitality of the fish's tail.

"How beautiful!"

Second, with chopsticks, he caught the belly of a fish: "the fish here is a complete piece. If I can't work with knives, I can certainly hold a whole piece, and the fish must be fried loose."

It was a small piece of fish meat in a diamond, the same size as the one he picked up with the fish tail.

"Crisp outside and tender inside, sour, sweet and delicious, with endless aftertaste!"

Fu Yidao is no longer limited to where each chopstick is clamped. He is interested in every part and every bite of the whole mandarin fish.

In less than five minutes, he ate the whole plate of squirrel mandarin fish.

Three kilos of mandarin fish.

The cook is not only good at cooking, but also good at eating. Look at this empty plate. If you don't see it with your own eyes, who can believe that there was a fish in this plate?

Pay a knife to eat all the sauce of the fish.

Finally, he took it and bowed deeply to Yang Song: "brother song, you won. You made squirrel mandarin fish better than me."

Delicious is the only king.