910: C910 Let Go of That Bowl of Soup

C910 Let Go of That Bowl of Soup

Now, there's only one question left. Who exactly did this soup belong to?

Yang Soong asked, "Why do you insist on a pot of failed broth? Tomorrow I will hang a new one. After drinking a new one, you will find that this pot of broth is actually very ordinary."

He tried to tell everyone not to be stubborn.

"Brother Song, even if you're Brother Song, you can't say that it's very ordinary in front of the broth." Zhao Lucky was about to cry again.

His name was Lucky, and he should be living a good life. He didn't know why he could cry so easily.

"Brother-in-law, everything has a spirit. You'll be scared by this." Meng Shijia's brain.

Shen Huaizhao was also confused.

Yang Soong had been busy all day from morning until now. When he was tense, he did not feel tired. When he relaxed, he really felt tired. He did not want to waste time with them.

"I'm a little tired. Why don't we stop cooking tomorrow?"

Oh no!

Everyone immediately figured out the main point.

Chen Ming immediately said, "Brother Song, you are tired. You need to rest quickly. Take a hot bath and then sleep. I will leave first. I will not disturb you. I will come early tomorrow morning to help you."

Meng Shijia immediately put away the bowl. "I will go wash the dishes now."

Shen Huaizhao also said, "I will help. Finish as soon as possible. I cannot disturb your rest."

Zhao Fu looked left and right. He did not know what he could do. He could only say, "I'll leave now. I won't occupy the place here."

Meng Shihan had already started massaging Yang Soong.

Yang Soong closed his eyes comfortably. "Life is wonderful."

The people of Hundred Phoenix Pavilion slept peacefully. Some of them had insomnia.

The insomnia person was in He Guo, a first-class chef named Nozawa Xiong. He had a grandson called Nozawa Kongming, who was twelve years old this year.

Twelve years old teenagers seem to prefer to understand the world from my network.

Because of the influence of the family atmosphere, Nozawa Kongming had been very concerned about the matters in the cooking industry since he was young.

Speaking of food, Very few people in the world would not be interested in China's food.

This was a country with five thousand years of civilization. The food civilization was extensive and had a long history.

Take a simple example. For example, a place with only a few hundred years of history. Is there any comparison between the people who have eaten for five thousand years and the people who have eaten for five thousand years?

Nozawa's dream was to become a national treasure chef and then be able to dominate the world.

The people of He Country never lacked the spirit of a chuunibyou.

His family was a famous cooking family in He Country. He was very familiar with He Country's cooking situation. The only thing he did not understand was China, a neighboring country.

Nozawa Kongming Although he was only twelve years old, he had a faint premonition in his heart.

The enemy that could stop him from dominating the world should be from China, so he paid special attention to China.

He really found the problem.

The video that Fatty Wei sent was aimed at showing off China's culinary skills.

He was shocked. A chef who could cut tofu into hair actually existed.

Next was the video. There was definitely a picture and a truth.

As a fan of "Ultimate Tastes," Nozawa Kongming had always been paying attention to the news of the great and strong team.

It could be said that he had watched the video in time the first minute it was released.

Before watching, Nozawa Kongming had a deep suspicion and disdain. "Huaxia people like to deceive themselves. How can tofu be cut into hair?"

That was tofu.

After watching, Nozawa Kongming's jaw stiffened. He pressed his chin down manually.

"It's really tofu!"

"It's not just tofu!"

" It's actually tofu! "

Nozawa Kongming did not care about anything and rushed into his grandfather's study. "Grandfather!"

He did not even knock on the door.

Nozawa Yixiong was originally very unhappy and was about to lose his temper. He didn't scold anyone until he saw that he was his only grandson.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Grandpa, there is a great chef hidden in China! It's a treasure trove level chef!" Nozawa Kongming handed his phone over.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Nozawa Hai-Dou was Kongming's father. He was discussing the summer banquet with Nozawa Yixiong.

The Summer Feast was a very serious matter. It was a major matter for their Ozawa family.

Ozawa Hai-Dou did not wish to be disturbed. He was also a very strict middle-aged man.

His personality was formed mainly because he had a serious father, Ozawa Yixiong.

"Why are you throwing a tantrum at a child?" Nozawa Izawa was very kind to his grandson.

It seemed like his grandson was his biological son, but his son was picked up.

There was an attitude of hugging a grandson but not a son everywhere.

"Kongming, don't be in a hurry to speak slowly. Why did you give me your phone?" Nozawa Yixiong wanted to return the phone to his grandchild.

Nozawa Kongming turned on his phone and let them watch the video. "Grandpa, father, the chefs in China can really cut tofu into hair!"

In the past, they all thought that it was a lie.

Cutting tofu was something that could be done by chefs who had studied it for a few years or even more than ten years.

But to be able to cut tofu into hair, this kind of thing was surprising.

"He used the most ordinary tofu!" Nozawa Kongming had already watched the video three times. At this moment, he was still amazed by it for the fourth time. "Could it be that this is the real chef in China?"

He could tell that the man in the video was extremely young.

"How old was he when he started learning culinary skills?" Nozawa Kongming thought that Yang Soong was the same as him. He came from a family of culinary skills and had started learning how to cook since he was young.1

Nozawa and Nozhai Douzhan didn't say anything. They just watched the video.

When the video ended, they deliberately watched the time.

"In less than ten minutes, he'll be able to finish cutting the standard piece of tofu."

"Could it be fake? He is actually using fake tofu." Ozawa Haitou made a guess.

This was a shot, so it could be faked.

Ozawa didn't say anything. He watched the video again, put his phone back on the table, and went out.

Nozawa didn't follow him. He and his father both knew that Nozawa needed some private time now.

An hour later, Nozawa entered the kitchen and took out a piece of tofu from the fridge.

This was the new tofu that he made today. It was very fresh and was put in the fridge not long ago.

Nozawa Yixiong copied the posture of the young man in the video and cut the tofu.

First, he removed the old skin of the tofu. This step was very smooth. Nozawa Yixiong completed it very well.

Next, he cut the tofu into pieces.

Nozawa did a good job at this step, but it was only a good one.

He cut a total of 21 pieces of tofu paper.

However, there were two pieces of tofu paper that were slightly thicker than the other pieces of tofu, and one piece of tofu that was a little thinner than the other pieces of tofu.

He removed the three pieces of imperfect tofu, spread the rest diagonally, and began to cut them.

This time, Nozawa completed it very smoothly.

He could actually cut the tofu, too.

After cutting, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh before putting down his knife.

He was too nervous just now.

The end of the last knife wasn't that good.

The last few bean curd threads failed and were taken out by him.

Nozawa Yixiong placed the cut bean curd threads into a bowl of clear water.

The bean curd silk scattered and he could see clearly.

There were adhesions and broken parts. The most painful part was that the bean curd was not thin enough.

That's right, the threads he cut out were more like potato threads than hair.

It was with Yang Soong. Compared to the beancurd, Ozawa had nothing to call it beancurd at all, at least not the beancurd of Wensi Tofu.

The culture of He Country was often known for being small and delicate, but as a great chef, he could not cut the delicate tofu filament.

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