The dough divided into four parts was folded up, patted with sweet potato flour and continued to be rolled. It gradually became larger and thinner, and the shape changed from fan-shaped to round again. Lin Chou's technique became lighter.
After more than ten minutes, Lin Chou picked up four pieces of dough and shook it gently. The excess sweet potato flour fell on the chopping board, and the dough fluttered in the wind, like four flags.
At this time, Shen Daru came to the stall panting, "You, can you really do this??"
He had already seen what happened on the live broadcast.
"Is this the sponsor?"
"Hey, the gold master is here. The gold master is here."
"Hmm, three million idiots eating a bowl of damn wontons? That doesn't look like it..."
I don’t know if this person is lamenting that Shen Daru doesn’t look like a fool or like a financial sponsor.
Shen Daru asked eagerly, "Can it be done?"
Lin Chou recognized this middle-aged man, "It turns out to be Mr. Shen. I wonder what the wontons that Mr. Shen ate were made of?"
Shen Daru thought for a while, "It should be the wild vegetables that can be seen everywhere...I don't remember the specific ones, but there should be many kinds mixed together. They are crunchy, very fresh, and very fragrant."
Lin Chou said, "Then I will do what I do."
Shen Daru nodded repeatedly, "Okay."
Lin Chou asked Qin Sheng to find some wild vegetables in the grass, pick out those with a strong smell and discard them, and wash and chop the rest.
Then find a few water chestnuts, peel them and chop them into fine pieces, chop the fresh shrimps and sole into fine pieces, add green salt and a small amount of egg liquid, and stir together with the finely chopped wild vegetables.
Plaice, also known as sole and flounder, has tender and white meat, delicious and plump taste, tonifying deficiency and replenishing qi, and has the effect of stimulating qi, which can just make up for the empty feeling of wild vegetables.
Lin Chou said,
"According to legend, as early as in ancient times, during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty before the catastrophe, there was a royal censor in Puzhou, Fujian Province who retired from old age and returned to his hometown. He lived in a mountainous area and felt dull after eating too many mountain delicacies. So his chef Take the lean meat from the pig leg, beat it into a paste with a wooden stick, add an appropriate amount of sweet potato starch, roll it into paper-thin pieces, cut it into three-inch square pieces, wrap it with meat filling, make it into a flat dish, and cook it Eat it with soup. When the imperial censor ate it, he felt it was smooth, tender and crispy, with a pure and refreshing fragrance. He exclaimed that it was wonderful and asked what kind of snack it was. The chef said it was called flat meat swallow because it looked like a flying swallow. Later. Flat-roasted swallows are cooked with duck eggs, because duck eggs are homophones for "pressing chaos" and "pressing waves" in the Fujian dialect, which means peace, and there is also the saying of "taiping swallows."
"I would like to guess that these must be the wontons that Mr. Shen ate. They are the Taipingyan. They are stuffed with various wild vegetables. They taste meaty when eaten, and the skin is extremely tough... Well, Mr. Shen can Try this swallow skin to see if it can bear a pound of weight without collapsing or breaking."
Shen Daru was doubtful, but Qin Wuyong came over and said, "Try, you must try."
The barrage has already begun. Wouldn’t it be a waste if we don’t make good use of such an opportunity to attract attention?
Shen Daru and Qin Wuyong held open a large piece of swallow skin with four hands. This piece of swallow skin had two diameters and was transparent from top to bottom. The figure on the opposite side could be clearly seen from below.
Xia Yu picked up a cypress stick and placed it on it. He saw that the swallow's skin was slightly tensed, but it was actually not broken.
You must know that the piece of cypress wood used by Lin Chou to pound the meat is as thick as an arm and more than half a meter long. Even if it is dry and less juicy, it still weighs at least three to five kilograms.
More and more people gathered around the scene and exclaimed in surprise.
Lin Chou lifted up the swallow skin and said calmly, "I should be able to put one more in."
"I still want to put..."
"This skin is thinner than paper. Can it support a weight of ten kilograms?"
"This boss is a bit too much..."
Qin Wuyong said, "Let go!"
Xia Yu gritted her silver teeth and carefully put the other cypress stick up.
The swallow skin sank again under the heavy pressure, hanging down in a large arc, but it did not break!
The breeze blew, and the two wooden sticks rolled back and forth on the swallow skin as thin as cicada wings.
"Fuck...fuck..."
Even Shan Ye was stunned.
"Isn't this possible?"
"This this..."
The two took off the wooden stick, and the swallow skin rippled in the wind, as light as water waves, and the clouds rolled and relaxed, while the sunken part slowly retracted and remained flat.
Qin Wuyong smiled bitterly and pointed at the camera and said,
"As you can see, Brother Wuyong has nothing to say. I am really convinced this time. This is ten kilograms... and the swallow skin is two meters in diameter, thinner than paper..."
Lin Chou cut the meat swallow skin into four-inch squares, put in the stuffing, pinched the middle so that the edges naturally curved, and dipped it in egg liquid to seal.
"The meat swallow I want to make is stuffed with shrimp, plaice, water chestnuts, wild vegetables and egg liquid. The middle is pinched and the edges are bent. Because it is shaped like a periwinkle, the ancients before the cataclysm also called it Little Changchun. Among them There is no meat at all, it is delicate but not greasy, the skin is thin and transparent, and it has both meat and vegetable flavors.”
Lin Chou used the remaining pork leg bones and added Sancai snake wine to make a pot of bone soup, scooped it out and put it in a soup bowl, sprinkled some chopped green vegetables and a little green salt.
Place the prepared meatballs in a cage and steam them over high heat for 5 minutes. Take them out, then put them into a pot of boiling water, bring to a boil over high heat, and take them out into the prepared bone soup bowl.
Pushing it in front of Shen Daru, "Try it."
Shen Daru licked his dry lips, "Is that okay?"
"please!"
At first glance, the cooked Taipingyan is wrapped in emerald green vegetable filling. The skin of the swallow is soft and shiny, white and smooth, delicate and transparent. It exudes the aroma of meat and blends with the milky white bone soup, just like... Emerald green pearls are floating in it, and minced green vegetables are sprinkled in the broth. The inside and outside should be combined, and it is so beautiful.
Shen Daru's hand holding the spoon was trembling slightly and his eyes were red. He scooped out a Taipingyan or a small Changchun, mixed it with half a spoonful of soup, and swallowed it in his mouth.
"Well...."
He let out a baby-like moan, and two lines of hot tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.
Shen Daru closed his eyes, held the bowl in both hands, and swayed a few times. He did not fall down with Qin Wuyong's support.
"Woo... Wuwu... Grandma..."
He fell to his knees with a thud, dust flying everywhere, covering his face and the soup bowl with food.
Letting out a heartbreaking cry of pain,
"Grandma..."
This is a very funny scene. A well-dressed middle-aged man fell to the ground and cried bitterly, with dust and tears turning into dirty dirt on his face.
However, there were at least hundreds of onlookers, but the surroundings were as quiet as death. There was only the whistling of the wind, no one spoke or laughed, and everyone's eyes were full of confusion and a touch of sadness.
Xia Yu wiped the corners of her eyes and smiled, "Old sir, eat quickly, it will get cold."
Shen Daru suddenly stood up, "Yes...my wontons, my wontons..."
He was holding the soup bowl and eating it made even Shan Ye feel ashamed and looked like an evil ghost.
Qin Wuyong shouted for a while, "Ash...that bowl is dirty...", but the rest of the words were not uttered, and they were stuck in his throat.
Presumably, he could no longer hear any other sounds.
