"Is the nun teacher crazy?" Xuerou approached Chen Dongsheng and said.
"No, this is her normal performance." Dongsheng said.
The teacher laughed and explained to his classmates: "Her dish expresses ordinary people's dissatisfaction with the entire French food industry!"
"What!?" Everyone said in surprise.
"Yes, in fact, many people can't appreciate the exquisiteness of French food. Most of them think that French restaurants just use the most common and cheap ingredients and sell them at a super expensive price. However, lobster shells are directly presented , just to let the diners know that the dish is made from fresh lobster, (Cantonese) without any pretense! Moreover, the original puff pastry soup is actually not seafood soup, just an ordinary red and white soup. The soup they made restored the The original appearance of lobster soup in puff pastry soup. It’s spicy, sour, sweet, and salty. Why does it smell fishy?”
"I added lobster blood, fresh lobster blood!" Fan Meini said.
"That's it! During the roasting process, the smell of lobster blood was locked in the pastry, and it had a fierce chemical reaction with other ingredients, and the safranin in the original tomatoes gave birth to a spicy taste. "
"No, you added chili sauce directly, right?" Chu Haiming asked his partner Fan Meini.
"right……"
"In short, this is one of the prototypes of the soup that Paul Bocuse, the inventor of puff pastry soup, invented in 1975 for the then French President Giscard's Elysée Palace state banquet. Later, he used French President Giscard to treat a certain person Based on the whims of the British Princess, the original puff pastry soup lobster soup was developed. The spicy, sour, sweet, salty and fishy ingredients are a living satire of Bocuse. This is the restoration of art! Everyone who gets the soup, You have to drink it! You have to drink it all to be able to respect this dish - no, it is a work of art!
"
The teacher's words made the soup, which was not accepted by anyone except Lin Xuerou, instantly become high-end. Although the taste was not very good, everyone had no choice but to drink up the soup...
Next, the teacher visited the group of Shen Yuehong and Zhang Ziyue.
I saw that in addition to soup, they also put out a plate of raw meat and raw foie gras.
"raw!?"
"Yes, the best ingredients are often the simplest preparation. The veal steak the teacher gave us was based on A5 sashimi grade Wagyu beef, and the teacher strictly controlled the aging time before giving it to us. A piece of meat is about worth More than 3,000 yuan. If you only make steak and add thick black pepper sauce, then the flavor of the meat itself will be wasted."
Shen Yuehong spoke clearly and logically.
Indeed, in the entire presentation, a piece of raw beef is placed on a mint leaf, and there is crushed ice under the mint leaf to maintain freshness.
"You want me to eat it raw?" The teacher was shocked.
"No, let Zhang Ziyue wait on the teacher!"
I saw Zhang Ziyue put a piece of meat and a piece of foie gras on the roasted pebbles.
With the sound of "sizzling~~~", the aroma of meat fills the air.
Only then did everyone realize that the meaty aroma of this veal steak was not comparable to that of ordinary beef.
The beef foie gras melts in your mouth, and another sip of matcha is light and greasy.
It tastes like Japanese kaiseki barbecue.
The teacher nodded without saying much.
"I really want to eat it too..." Xuerou said.
"Huh, don't I want to?" Chen Dongsheng said.
After the teacher left, Shen Yuehong called Dongsheng, Xuerou and his captain Fan Meini to come over.
The four captains gathered here in an instant, put down their hostility, and indulged in delicious food and fragrant tea.
Then, the teacher arrived at the table where Huo Jianting and Qi Man were sitting.
But seeing Huo Jianting, he was still skewering meat. Before he knew it, he had already skewered nearly thirty skewers.
"Teacher, drink the soup first, and then Chimanguli will help you grill the meat."
"I don't have to look at it anymore, I have no appetite." The teacher said coldly: "The beef is like a street vendor, it is simply humiliating me!"
"How dare I humiliate you! How dare you brag about that stinky fish and shrimp soup, but you don't even eat mine, and you don't even look down on my kebabs?"
"It's just a piece of veal steak, an average of three pieces per group, and you still want to skewer it into 60 skewers? It's like a street stall!"
Sister nun rarely gets angry like this.
It's no wonder. She was used to eating palace delicacies, but she was very averse to street food. The portion of meat was small, there was a lot of smoke, and the smell was strong. Moreover, it reminded her of the dirty environment of street food stalls, which was very disgusting.
At this time, Qimanguli pulled the teacher's sleeve pitifully and said, "Give us some time."
Qimanguli actually started talking. The teacher had known Qimanguli for six years in Heilong. In the past six years, she had hardly said anything, but today, she actually spoke because of this brat.
Seeing Zimanguli's face, the teacher decided to give them another chance and asked them to rearrange the dishes.
He snarled again: "A third-rate school is a third-rate school, and it produces some third-rate students. One almost blew up the kitchen, and the other dared to use the floor to hand in homework in the Le Cordon Bleu instructor's class."
With that said, he walked to the table where Qiu Wensheng and Zhou Ziyue were sitting with a complaint. Seeing that they were both students of Chen Nanfang, he looked disdainful.
She first stabbed the pastry roughly with a spoon, a bit of pastry, a spoonful of soup, some lobster meat in the soup. Just take a sip.
Tried Vincent's soup.
Unexpectedly, a fresh and layered tomato flavor burst out from the soup.
"tomato……"
"I used four kinds of tomatoes. 1, fried; 2, roasted; 3, tomato sauce; 4, fresh tomatoes."
"Roasted and fresh tomatoes are things I didn't mention."
"Yes, I use roasted tomatoes, peel them, and fry them with tomato sauce. As for the fresh tomatoes, I add them at the end before covering them with puff pastry and putting them in the oven."
very good!
The teacher nodded and said, "Sure enough, I saved the good wine for last."
"Teacher, this is not the only good wine." Zhou Zixin said, and brought out a plate of fried veal steak with foie gras, with a thin layer of moonlight-like mixed berries on the side. I poured a small glass of red wine as a companion drink, which looked like a high-end restaurant.
How could these poor students from a third-rate school have ever eaten French food! However, the style of this one is very similar...
The teacher cautiously took a small bite and was speechless.
After eating so many steaks, they were all salty, but this one was sweet.
Moreover, this steak is paired with mixed berry sauce, which is sweet but not greasy, slightly sour, and very appetizing.
She ate heartily. In a short while, she finished the veal steak and took a sip of red wine. It was slightly smoked and felt wonderful.
"Actually, I don't like sweet mixed berry sauce, but this taste makes me want to stop. Strictly following traditional standards and adding icing on the cake with innovation is the spirit of French cuisine. Every restaurant Even if the dishes in French restaurants are the same, each one actually has its own uniqueness in terms of creativity. Moreover, your technique... and taste are a bit familiar... You don't look like someone who has just learned French cuisine."
The teacher said to Qiu Wensheng.
"Actually, I have already passed the blue belt exam, and my number is AF." What Vincent said shocked the whole audience.
The teacher heard the Cordon Bleu number and felt very familiar with it. This number can be traced back to at least three generations of teachers.
"Do you know Farrok Bagus?" the teacher asked.
"This is my cook. I learned my Le Cordon Bleu from him," Vincent said.
The teacher was a little overjoyed. She never expected that a very attractive apprentice of hers more than ten years ago would leave France in anger because she could not bear the high-pressure working environment in the restaurant. She thought he had given up cooking, but it turned out that he had not and he had trained such an outstanding apprentice.
"So far, this table's performance is the best today, whether it's soup or steak." The teacher said with certainty.
"Of course, Qiu Wensheng is the light of our Chen Nanfang! Whether he is in music, cooking, dancing, etiquette, whatever he has to do, he will do his best and reach the pinnacle." Zhou Zixin said.
"very good!"
"Wen Sheng is indeed the best!" Xuerou clapped her hands and said happily.
Qiu Wensheng received the praise from the teacher and classmates and glared at Chen Dongsheng, extremely provocative, as if to say: "Chen Dongsheng, you only have the same family background and are better than me, and you want to steal a woman from me? Do you have the ability? Here you go." Opportunity, you are useless!"
Chen Dongsheng felt sad when he saw Xuerou and Wen Sheng's expressions of admiration for each other.
"Teacher, you said it too early!"
Suddenly, a cold voice broke through everyone's admiration and admiration for Vincent at this moment.
The man spoke, the man who had defeated Qiu Wensheng, spoke: "You haven't tasted our food yet!"
"I didn't expect that the person who could stop the championship in the end would be you, Huo Jianting!" Qiu Wensheng said coldly.
"I will defeat you just like in the student council president election!"
After Huo Jianting said that, he asked Qimanguli to bring out the soup first.
"It's not just any ordinary puff pastry soup, what's so special about it?" Vincent said.
The teacher only took a bite and suddenly exclaimed: "How can this taste, this pastry, have a salty and salty taste...and it's too fragrant!"
"We use goose egg paste to sweep the surface of the pastry, and mix salted duck egg yolk into the pastry dough." Huo Jianting said coldly.
"Duck eggs are three times as fragrant as chicken eggs, and goose eggs are three times as fragrant as duck eggs. Therefore, this pastry is nine times more fragrant than Qiu Wensheng's. It also has the taste of salted egg yolk, which is simply wonderful!"
"Teacher, please taste the soup carefully again."
So the teacher took another spoonful of soup.
Suddenly there was a strong, spicy but refreshing impact.
"There are actually three kinds of onions in it." The teacher said: "First there are fried onions, and then before putting them in the frying box, fresh onions and fried onions are added. It's really wonderful! There are also many kinds of onions in this soup. Rich and creamy flavor."
"It is top-grade yak cheese from Xinqiang, a specialty of Qimanguli's hometown." Huo Jianting said.
At this time, his classmates were very dissatisfied with him for using his own ingredients without permission. But... Qiu Wensheng, Shen Yuehong, and Chen Dongsheng remained silent. Because they also brought in other ingredients privately.
"It's a cultural shock from the East and the West!" the teacher sighed.
Then, Qimanguli followed Shen Yuehong's example and made the kebabs, which originally looked like street stalls, look high-end with kaiseki-style presentation.
The beef skewers were stuffed with foie gras, and because they were sliced so thin, they were cooked just a little bit on the cobblestones.
As soon as the Xinqiang-flavored roasting ingredients hit the cobblestones, they exuded aromas that complemented each other without taking away from each other. Instead, it sublimates both.
The melt-in-the-mouth beef fat and foie gras, plus the spices, are like a wonderful symphony in the mouth.
"Teacher, please drink some beer." Ziman said and filled another glass of cold draft beer for the teacher.
"Is this the way to eat from street stalls again!?" The teacher frowned, but still couldn't resist Ziman's enthusiasm and tried it.
She took a sip of beer and a sip of meat, and ate it happily.
"The teacher is not finished yet!" Huo Jianting said: "Eating meat without garlic is half the fun."
He also demonstrated to the teacher how Northeastern people eat a mouthful of garlic and a skewer of meat.
The teacher resisted at first, but in the end he became addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.
Cool! It’s so cool!
She even made more than ten skewers in one go!
"I didn't expect street food to be so delicious!" she said with emotion.
However, after she finished eating, she felt an indescribable regret rising from the bottom of her heart...
