A Mouthful of Sky-high Fried Rice, Lao Tang Apprenticed on the Spot

Lin Yilun was waiting for his words, and walked towards the cupboard upon hearing this, but Zhao Jinmai was already in place one step ahead of time, and took out a large spoon and bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard.

Seeing Zhao Jinmai running over with the bowls and chopsticks, Li Yi joked with a smile: "Didn't you still feel smelly just now?"

Zhao Jinmai sniffed the strange fragrance wafting from the basin, and said with a chuckle, "It doesn't stink now!"

After stir-frying with lard, the strong smell of tempeh has dissipated, leaving only a unique aroma, which smells very appetizing.

"I'll try it."

Lin Yilun took the spoon and bowl from Zhao Jinmai, scooped out half a bowl from the fermented bean bowl, and impatiently scooped up a spoonful of fermented bean curd mixed with glutinous rice cakes and peppers, and held it in front of him.

He is a chef and has hosted food programs, so he is very professional.

First, he sniffed the smell of fermented soybeans, then turned to the camera and described it to the audience in the live broadcast room: "This fermented soybean smells, and the fermented smell is already very weak, which is completely acceptable.

Those who have eaten fermented soybeans should know the taste. It is a little smelly, but the smell is very fragrant and very attractive. You should understand what I mean. "

As he said that, he lowered his head and sniffed again, carefully discerned it, and suddenly exclaimed: "This lard seems to be a bit strong, with a strong aroma, and it completely stimulates the taste of fermented soybeans."

He turned his head to Li Yi and asked, "Is this lard made from native pork?"

"Yes, the local black-haired pigs in your province were bought in Bijie, and they are called Cola pigs locally."

After Li Yi finished fishing the fermented soybeans, he poured the bottom material into a soup bucket, and the aroma of oil was overflowing.

"Coke Pig, hehe! This name is very good."

Lin Yilun laughed before nodding in satisfaction: "I just said that ordinary feed pigs definitely don't have such a strong aroma. Local pork is much more fragrant than feed pigs."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the spoon and gestured to the camera: "I'll try it again!"

Putting the spoon into his mouth, he closed his eyes and savored carefully.

The entrance is first the oily aroma of the outer layer of lard, mixed with the salty taste of the tempeh itself.

When the fat touched the tongue coating, the fermented fermented soya bean aroma dissolved in the lard quickly stimulated the tongue coating and transmitted the taste electrical signal to the brain.

Lin Yilun took a bite, and the tempeh, which had been stir-fried until crispy and soft, had no resistance at all. It was gently squeezed by his teeth and loosened.

After the fermented soybeans are loosened, the fermented aroma filled inside is suddenly intensified countless times.

And in this aroma, there is also a bean aroma that comes with the raw material itself.

This bean aroma is like a base, rolling on the tongue with the fermented aroma, but it doesn't show any weakness.

Between these two breaths, there is a special scent, like the smell of wine, but it is inexplicable, which makes Lin Yilun frowned involuntarily, and carefully distinguishes it.

After a long while, he swallowed the tempeh that had been chewed into bean paste.

Beside him, Zhao Jinmai and the others had already eaten several spoonfuls.

Linghua chewed the tempeh and exclaimed excitedly: "This tempeh is much tastier than Laoganma! The more you chew, the more delicious it is!"

Wu Lei had already gone to the cupboard to get a bowl, but he turned around and asked, "Who wants rice?"

Huang Xiaoming only took one bite and ran to the storage room.

Soon, he took out a pack of Lu province pancakes.

Opening the package, he took out a pancake from it, folded it in half, and held it in his hand, and came to the black bean bowl.

Scooping the tempeh with a spoon, he carefully poured it on the pancake in a long stream.

Afterwards, he rolled up the pancake, folded the bottom mouth up to seal the bottom mouth, and lowered his head to take a bite of the pancake.

Even the pancakes and tempeh were biting into his mouth, he chewed them with a satisfied face.

Seeing this, Linghua smiled and said, "Xiao Ming is so good at eating, she can even roll it with pancakes."

Hearing this, Huang Xiaoming chewed a few times, swallowed the pancakes in his mouth, and then explained: "This is normal! My family has relatives in Heze, and there will be pickled beans, which are wrapped in pancakes."

As he said that, he smiled at Li Yi: "This is more delicious than soybeans. The aroma of fermented soybeans is very good. It also has the aroma of glutinous rice cake chili and lard. It's so enjoyable to eat!"

"Have you tasted that taste? It's a bit like the fermented bottom flavor of wine."

Lin Yilun asked them.

Huang Xiaoming heard the words, smacked it briefly, nodded and said, "Yes, it's very delicious."

"I took the first bite."

Linghua smiled and said: "Isn't that the taste of the earliest old godmother? It must have this taste to be delicious!"

Lin Yilun was even more puzzled when he heard the words, so he asked Li Yi, "Why does this fermented soya bean taste like wine?"

"It smells like koji."

Li Yi put the pot aside and explained: "Moutai's koji also contains Bacillus subtilis, and it is a very important type of microorganism.

Therefore, there is no soybean in Moutai's raw materials, but it can taste a hint of soy sauce.

The taste of wine you taste is the taste of Bacillus subtilis. "

"Yeah?"

Lin Yilun was even more surprised: "There is soy sauce in Moutai? Why haven't I tasted it? Do you have Moutai here?"

"Yes, in the storage room."

As Huang Xiaoming said, he squeezed the pancake roll with tempeh, and while eating, he went to the storage room and took out a bottle of Moutai for Lin Yilun.

"Can I have a taste?"

Lin Yilun said with a smile: "I bought this bottle of wine."

"It's okay."

Huang Xiaoming said with a smile: "If we can drink this bottle tonight, it will be a treat for you."

"good."

Lin Yilun was not polite to him, so he was about to unscrew Maotai.

But as soon as he started, he stopped, and then took out a small bottle of half-used mouthwash from his bag, turned around and went out of the back kitchen, explaining: "I'll go out first."

After a while, he wiped the water from the corner of his mouth and returned to the back kitchen.

Returning to the desk again, he explained: "I'm going to clean up the mouth, don't get involved."

After speaking, he opened the Moutai and poured a glass of wine with the small wine glass that Moutai came with.

Picking up the wine, he lowered his head and sniffed it, then closed his eyes and carefully discerned it.

After a while, he opened his eyes in doubt: "It seems to be there, but I don't know."

Smelling it again, he swallowed, then picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

With the wine in his mouth, rolling back and forth on his tongue, he narrowed his eyes to distinguish carefully.

After a while, he gulped down the drink, and then smiled pleasantly: "It really has a hint of soy sauce! Haha! Absolutely!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but patted Li Yi's arm.

At this moment, he was completely convinced by Li Yi's cooking skills.

Compared with Li Yi, he can at most be considered to be able to cook, but Li Yi is a master at all, he is not even a student in front of others!

Li Yi smiled, looked at the fried tempeh in the eye bowl, and then signaled: "Okay, the bottom material is fried, let's open the door! If you're hungry for a while, the people outside will go against the sky."

Huang Xiaoming stuffed the last mouthful of pancake roll with tempeh into his mouth, and walked to the front hall.

Soon, a loud chatter and laughter filled the restaurant.

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