Although Su Qingluan divided a large portion of dough into three equal parts, each small portion of dough was only about the size of an adult's fist. But the dragon beard noodles, ah no, the silver noodles are too thin, which creates the illusion that there are actually a lot of noodles.
Xu Yuanwei didn't want to eat the silver noodles because he was greedy, so after giving a small bowl to shopkeeper Liang, he also gave some to the two or three assistant chefs nearby.
One of them's eyes lit up: "This soup cake is smoother, chewier and more flavorful than usual!" Even though the taste is relatively bland, the stock used as the base soup is used because the noodles are thin enough and can fully absorb the soup. , none of the unpalatable noodles in the past.
The other one asked with some confusion: "Master, we haven't mastered this craft yet. The finished product will be delivered to others first. If the sign is smashed by then..."
"What are you talking about that is depressing?" Xu Yuanwei was unhappy when he heard this and his eyes widened.
He already had a relatively rugged appearance, and with his frowning face all year round and the deep vertical lines between his eyes, he looked even more fierce. So when he was stared at like this, the little cook immediately shrank his neck in fear and did not dare to speak out.
However, Xu Yuanwei continued to yell in confusion: "You said you were going to smash the sign before you started learning. Why are you so unambitious?! You were afraid of smashing the sign, so you practiced hard! After today's dining peak, the person in charge of the white case They all started to learn from me how to make this silver noodles!"
Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment, and then realized: Xu Yuanwei has always had an unyielding spirit in cooking. The reason why he gave away the silver noodles she made as a "gift" without thinking was because he forced himself into a position from which he could not retreat:
There is already a customer who has eaten "Silver Noodles", and hearing Xu Yuanwei's name, it is very likely that he has come here not once or twice.
Such regular customers are equivalent to the living signs of the restaurant. If they know the final quality of the "silver noodles" and the finished product they serve next time is not as good as this time, they will be ruthlessly pointed out.
Just like the little chef was worried, if he was not careful, he would destroy the sign.
So Xu Yuanwei used this method to force himself. Only by fully mastering the skill of making noodles, and only by improving more and without cutting corners, could he not personally mess up the signature that he had worked hard for many years.
After thinking about this, Su Qingluan was a little moved - Xu Yuanwei was really one of the few people she had ever seen in her entire life who was constantly studying and polishing his cooking skills and never relaxed his demands on herself.
Although Su Qingluan admits that he also has his own shortcomings of being easy to get into trouble, his drive to never admit defeat is admirable.
"Master Xu, don't worry," Su Qingluan couldn't help but use the honorific, "If you master the know-how, it's actually not difficult to get started. As long as you study hard and practice hard, it won't be too difficult to reach the level I just did. .”
After all, she did not regard "being able to thread a needle and thread" as her ultimate goal. That kind of silver surface was already more of a gimmick than a taste.
Now that she had made up her mind to teach well, Su Qingluan decided to stay for a while, so she planned to go to the private room on the second floor. But before leaving the kitchen, Su Qingluan asked the chef to knead a large basin of noodles.
"Mrs. Su, why do you add so much salt to the noodles?" the little helper who was kneading the noodles asked in confusion.
"Salt can increase the extensibility of the dough and prevent it from breaking if you apply force later - it needs to be relaxed for at least half an hour, and brushing oil on the surface of the dough is all for this purpose." Su Qingluan finished explaining. Then he turned around and went out.
After she had completely written down every detail that needed attention from kneading the noodles to finally shaping the noodles and placing them in the pot, she had tea in the private room above and watched the bustling world downstairs.
Finally, the time gradually reached midnight, and the original dining peak gradually passed. At this time, even if there are three or five guests coming in occasionally, as long as they don't specify any particularly difficult dishes by name or specify that Xu Yuanwei is to cook, the basic dishes can be left to the kitchen assistant.
Seeing that most of the kitchen staff were idle, Xu Yuanwei left only a white table in case of emergencies. The rest followed him, and asked a waiter to go upstairs to invite Su Qingluan to come down.
It can be said that Xu Yuanwei is worthy of being the chef of Hongfu Tower, not to mention his quick understanding of the noodle-stretching techniques, and the strength in his hands is also very measured, so that the dough in his hands can be evenly stressed while not being too light. Extend without heaviness.
After a lot of back and forth, it didn't take long for Xu Yuanwei to master the method of exerting force on his wrists needed to stretch noodles. Even if he can't pull out the noodles as thin as cotton thread yet, now that he has mastered the essentials of the action, the rest is only a matter of time.
Compared with Xu Yuanwei, other apprentices had many problems. Either because of his impatient personality, he always breaks the noodles in the middle, or there is a problem with the technique, which causes uneven stress on the entire dough, resulting in noodles that are either thick or thin.
The thinnest noodles are broken, and the thickest ones are as thick as a little finger. This kind of noodles is absolutely unacceptable.
After being taught the secrets for a long time, Su Qingluan said sincerely: "The chef is the chef for a reason."
Su Qingluan left Hongfu Building exhausted and declined shopkeeper Liang's offer to send her back in a car - just kidding, it's not a modern and comfortable small car. It's like a donkey cart like a cart. I'm afraid she will be even more exhausted than she is now after this "tired journey", right?
Not far away, there was a rush of footsteps and a loud shout from behind: "Ms. Su, your crabs! You forgot to take the crabs!"
When I turned around, I saw the boy who was running back and forth in the front lobby, holding a bamboo basket in one hand and running over quickly, feeling quite out of breath.
Su Qingluan slapped her head: Look at her bad memory! Isn't it just for these crabs that I originally came to Hongfu Building? Of course, shopkeeper Liang must not hear these words, otherwise she will definitely be talked about again.
When the boy came closer, he calmed down his unsteady breath and quickly opened the writing basket: "Ms. Su, look, these crabs are fresh!"
Obviously, shopkeeper Liang sincerely wanted to give Su Qingluan more crabs, and he also knew how many people there were in the Su family. So this time I brought ten crab roe to Su Qingluan.
The crab looked energetic. Even though he was tightly bound by the straw rope, he was still spitting bubbles in the bamboo basket unwillingly. It looked like he was extremely unwilling to do so.
Su Qingluan nodded and reached out to take the crab basket: "Excuse me, brother, please make this trip." But he didn't expect it and was dodged by the other party.
Well, what does this mean? Su Qingluan raised her eyebrows.
