Although Su's Catering has recently been busy formulating recipes for new autumn dishes, business is still going strong.
At this point, it's almost time to prepare for opening in the evening.
Li Hongxing pretended to be pretentious and ordered his apprentices to move vegetables to the warehouse.
He smiled and walked over to get close to Su Ruotong who was left behind.
"Ms.
Su, you should go to Xinhai University to study this fall."
Su Ruotong searched the memories of her predecessor and nodded: "Yes."
"Xinhai University is a good school.
I heard that the new semester starts on September 20th this year, which is a little later than in previous years.
Miss Su came to the kitchen to play more.
We old bones rarely see young people."
Li Hongxing smiled. of kind-hearted eyes.
"Master Li, do you also look down on chrysanthemum vegetables?"
Su Ruotong raised her handsome but expressive face and suddenly asked Li Hongxing.
Li Hongxing was a little embarrassed, how should he answer this?
It's not that the whole family doesn't stay in the same house.
Although Bao Ruwen and Bao Xiaoxin left, the eldest apprentice led by Bao Ruwen is still listening in the kitchen.
This grandson is just like Bao Ruwen.
Like.
If he said he didn't like chrysanthemum vegetables, wouldn't it be a slap in Su Ruotong's face?
But if he said he liked it, Bao Ruwen's eldest apprentice would definitely sue him.
Li Hongxing didn't want to offend anyone, and was in a panic.
By chance, several young apprentices came in pushing several baskets of vegetables on large carts.
Several dishes in the restaurant are made with tofu, and the daily orders are large, so the consumption is naturally quite large.
It is not pressure-resistant and cannot be sealed and stored.
It is packed in a box and placed on the top of the cart.
It is white and watery.
It trembles and trembles as the cart moves, as if it will shake at any time.
Break it into pieces.
Su Ruotong walked over and, without saying a word, picked up a piece of tofu and placed it on the chopping board.
Li Hongxing's eyes were dazzled.
Before he could recover, he saw that Su Ruotong had already taken the thick-backed knife from the chopping board and pulled out a sharp sword.
Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong The continuous sounds of chopping vegetables are very rhythmic.
Each sound seems to be connected into one, but you can hear the subtle intervals in between.
They are completely consistent, consistent to an extreme, making people unable to bear just listening to this rhythm.
Live intoxicated.
It seemed that in just the blink of an eye, Li Hongxing finished cutting the piece of tofu before she could clearly see how Su Ruotong's small hands, which were as white as tofu, moved.
Looking at the tofu on the chopping board, Li Hongxing couldn't help but rub his eyes.
He clearly saw Su Ruotong slashing the tofu countless times, and even the end of the knife struck the chopping board, making a sound.
But when he looked at the tofu, it was as if it had not been touched, and it stood on it intact as before.
"This" Li Hongxing was puzzled.
At this time, Su Ruotong stretched out a finger and gently touched the top of the tofu, only to see that the whole piece of tofu suddenly fell apart.
It split into nine pieces of equal size, each piece was half the length of a finger.
It was not finished yet.
After the tofu was divided into nine parts, the upper part spread out like a chrysanthemum, and strands were connected from the root. , the most amazing thing is that each of those chrysanthemum petal-shaped tofu shreds is as thin as a hair and as thin and transparent.
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This scene made Li Hongxing's eyes widen.
A scene from long ago appeared in his mind involuntarily.
He thought he had forgotten that memory.
That was eighteen years ago, and he had just been working as an apprentice in the Su family kitchen for a few days.
That day, Su Qiuhong drank a little wine, complained that his mouth was dry, and wanted to eat some cold vegetables, so he picked up a piece of tofu and put it on the chopping board.
"I'll just cut it once and you watch it."
Su Qiuhong lazily held the kitchen knife and said.
In the kitchen, whether it was the master cooking or the young apprentice sweeping the floor, everyone stopped what they were doing and stood still, staring closely at the movements of Su Qiuhong's men.
They all know that Su Qiuhong's craftsmanship is not spread to outsiders, but if he is seen cooking in the kitchen and has learned something, Su Qiuhong will not care.
Today is a great opportunity.
For a moment, the originally noisy kitchen became extremely quiet as if it had been cast by magic.
People even held their breaths.
No one cared about the half-cooked dishes.
The gas stoves were turned off one by one.
Who knew?
No one dared to make a sound, no one dared to move, time froze, only Su Qiuhong's hands where everyone was looking became the center of the world.
Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong The familiar sound of chopping vegetables traveled through eighteen years and came out of Li Hongxing's blurred memory, corresponding to the scene in front of him.
He even recalled more of the tofu shreds cut by Su Qiuhong, which were also so thin that they were already transparent.
The only difference is that Su Qiuhong's tofu shreds are all the way to the bottom, while Su Ruotong's tofu is still connected at the bottom and can be scattered into a chrysanthemum shape.
Naturally, no one can learn such a delicate and fast sword technique if you only see it once and no one explains it.
Su Qiuhong simply poured a spoonful of light soy sauce and a few drops of sesame oil on the plate of shredded tofu, and ate it happily.
The remaining pieces at the bottom of the plate that could not be picked up were secretly scraped up by the people in the kitchen, and they tried to thread a needle.
Such a thin needle nose, it passed in one go and was almost thinner than a hair.
Li Hongxing's throat was loose and he kept swallowing saliva.
He looked at the chrysanthemum tofu in front of him as if he was stupid.
"Master Li, how much do you think your chrysanthemum tofu is worth?"
Su Ruotong said lightly: "Isn't it as good as Buddha Jumping Over the Wall?"
"Comparable, of course comparable" Li Hongxing blurted out without even thinking about it.
What kind of craftsmanship and status did Su Qiuhong have back then?
In the 1980s, when money was still money, someone in the capital offered him a price of 100,000 yuan for a table and asked him to cook, but he was surprised not to move.
For a person with such skills, even if he makes some radishes and cabbage, it will be more valuable than that pile of seafood.
"Whatever the current market price of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is, this plate of tofu will be priced at that price.
Tonight, I will recommend it to the recommended guests.
From tomorrow on, I will cook a dish every night as a precursor to the new autumn dishes.
Dishes are fully launched.”
As Su Ruotong spoke, she took out a thin white porcelain plate that was as white as jade.
She didn't know how she used a kitchen knife to pick it up, then separated the nine balls of tofu and put them on it.
There were no tofu shreds at all. damage.
She looked at the spice rack, slowly took down a bottle of light soy sauce, and took out a bottle of sesame oil, poured it on top casually, and pushed the plate to Li Hongxing: "Keep the plate chilled together, take it out in the evening go."
Li Hongxing nodded and watched Su Ruotong leave the kitchen.
He held this plate of tofu.
The tofu was as white as white chrysanthemum and the sauce was as black as ink.
It was so distinct and had an indescribable wonderful flavor.
The air was filled with the subtle and sweet smell of tofu and soy sauce, which made him feel proud.
They didn't dare to go out, for fear of blowing away the unknown atmosphere.
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Somehow, he had the urge to cry
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