1853 A slight fluctuation

Because he was close, he could see it clearly.

Because she could see clearly, she suspected that she was seeing things.

"Was I seeing things just now?" Mo Li resisted the urge to rub his eyes.

"I don't think I'm seeing things. I think it's more like when I was editing a movie. There were a few shots in the middle, and then I saw it wave twice." When Alma said that, she even gestured with her hands what Yuan Zhou did just now.

No one replied to Alma and Mo Li, because Angelo and Lucca who were with them were also stunned. From the degree of shock, they were even more shocked.

To be honest, Mo Li and Alma were only people from the auction house, so their knowledge was only so-so, and their eyesight was not too bad.

However, as independent curator collectors, Angelo and Lucca were much more knowledgeable, and to be able to come all the way from abroad to ask for carvings, one could imagine that they really liked carving, even though they had the power of money.

As they liked sculpting, they had a deep understanding of it. They couldn't tell if sculpting and cutting techniques had anything in common, but they knew very well how difficult it was to sculpt.

In Angelo's imagination, or based on the information he had found, the tofu should be cut into thin strips on the chopping board according to the rules. Was this not a normal operation?

It was fine if he didn't use a vegetable knife and used other strange knives. It was probably the quirk of some master, but he didn't play the cards according to the rules and directly operated with his hands. It was really bullying! It was completely different from what he had found out.

As for Lucca, he was also in disbelief. He didn't know what chopping board was, but he knew that one had to cut a pudding-like tofu into thin strips in a very short time on a plate-no, to be precise, it had to be done in the time taken to breathe.

This was something that no one in the world could do, but now that he had seen the live version, he was filled with emotions.

As for the bean stick knife, Lucar had subconsciously ignored it. It didn't matter what knife the master used. Although it didn't look like a knife at all, it didn't matter at all!

"Angelo, can every chef make this dish like Yuan?" When Lucca asked that, he felt that he was being too harsh, because Yuan Zhou was the chairman of the famous chef Alliance.

Therefore, Lucca changed his words."There's actually someone in China who can do this. It's like magic. It's fine as long as it's in hand."

"..." Angelo didn't know what to say. It was because what he had found was completely different from what Yuan Zhou had found at the scene. After that, he explained to Lucca clearly that the scene just now was an anomaly.

While Angelo was explaining to Lucca, Yuan Zhou continued his work without stopping.

For Yuan Zhou, it was a normal operation that was not worth mentioning at all. Otherwise, how could he master it so easily?

In fact, if a chef was here, he would understand the value of Yuan Zhou's cutting skills better. After all, different professions were worlds apart.

Mo Li and Alma only saw the surface, while Angelo and Lucca had a deeper understanding.

However, he still didn't understand Yuan Zhou's bean stick knife and the great difficulty of using the bean stick knife.

"It's been a long time since I've used the bean stick knife. " That was the only fluctuation Yuan Zhou had in his heart.

After that, Yuan Zhou fished out the shredded tofu for later use and then cut the winter bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms and other side dishes into thin strips according to his own requirements.

Next was the essence of the dish, the Wensi tofu.

Yuan Zhou felt that the dish of Wensi tofu not only required extremely high knife skills, but also the clear soup used in it.

This was also why he had studied the Huaiyang dish for a long time after obtaining it and improved it.

There were two types of clear soup, namely the ordinary clear soup and the refined clear soup. In fact, it was very easy to distinguish between ordinary and refined soup. The color was very clear. Ordinary soup had a hint of white, while refined soup was like clear water, clear and fresh, belonging to the top quality of soup. The famous Sichuan dish, boiled cabbage, was made of refined clear soup.

Many dishes required the use of clear broth. Therefore, Yuan Zhou would often prepare both kinds of clear broth. Even if he didn't use them to cook, he could still use them to nourish yin ya's body.

Yin ya especially liked to eat Yuan Zhou's clear soup mini wontons. She could eat up to 20 of them at a time. Therefore, Yuan Zhou often took the opportunity when Yin ya was working overtime to carry a bowl of soup and visit her at work.

Back to the main topic, the clear broth used in the Wensi tofu was improved by Yuan Zhou on the basis of ordinary clear broth.

Originally, if one were to boil an ordinary clear soup at the end, the fire would have to be lowered. If the fire was too high, it would turn into a white milk soup. If the fire was too low, the fresh fragrance would not be strong.

After Yuan Zhou had improved the original ingredients, he added some scallops and other ingredients into the soup. As a result, the color of the soup was still white even though the fire was low. However, it was not the milky white that looked very sticky, but a clear and transparent white. The color was very beautiful.

Yuan Zhou moved very quickly. Before Lucca and the other three people could discuss anything in a low voice, the Wensi tofu was served.

The Wensi tofu was a type of soup, and it was stored in a dark-colored jar.

The reddish-brown earthen jar was actually not very big. It had a bulge in the middle, the opening was slightly smaller than the middle, and the bottom was the smallest. With the silk-like white, green, and a little black inside, the visual effect was simply perfect.

As su Ruoyan walked closer with the jar in her hand, the fragrance gradually spread out. There was the freshness of the chicken soup, the bean flavor of the tofu, and even a hint of sweetness. They blended together. Logically speaking, the more flavors there were, the more chaotic it would be. However, this dish of Wen si tofu was different. The various flavors mixed together and formed a unique fresh taste that made people's eyes light up and their taste buds begin to stir.

"Angelo, I think food needs to be shared." Lucca made the first move.

"That's right, Mr. Angelo. You can get double the food by sharing it." Mo Li followed closely behind.

Even though Alma didn't say anything, she nodded her head vigorously. It was obvious what she meant.

"No problem, but I want to eat first." Angelo was also looking forward to it, but he wasn't a stingy person, so it didn't matter if he got a little.

When he placed it in front of him, Angelo realized that it was an overstatement to call it tofu tendrils. They were even thinner than hair, and if it wasn't for the fact that there was a lot of tofu mixed together, he wouldn't be able to tell its shape at all. He didn't know if the tofu or the soup was whiter when paired with the White tofu tendrils.

Although he had already been shocked by his cutting skills, he still couldn't help but exclaim when he saw such fine tofu.

Because it was too thin, he couldn't use chopsticks to pick it up, so he could only use a spoon.

"Oh, full marks for the fragrance." Angelo took a deep breath. The fragrance filled his nose, and he quickly picked up his spoon, planning to eat some first before sharing it with the others.

Although Lucca and the others were anxious, they did not order the dishes themselves, so they could only watch covetously and wait for Angelo to taste it before sharing it.

Scooping up a spoonful of tofu strips, emerald green shredded vegetables, and black shredded mushrooms, he ate them. His mouth was filled with an exotic fragrance.

Although the tofu strips were very thin, they still retained a portion of the tenacity unique to beans. Together with the crispness of the shredded lettuce, the oil of the chicken breast, and the saltiness of the shredded ham, the taste was distinct, but they complemented each other. It was a perfect match.

It was extremely delicious. With Angelo's poor Chinese attainment, he could only say that it was extremely delicious. Any more and he would only be able to eat two more bowls.

Therefore, under the gaze of six pairs of eyes, Angelo's speed was twice as fast as usual. The spoon stirred up the wind and water, and soon the bottom of the can was seen.

Luca and the others could not stop it in time, and then it was gone, gone ...

"Angelo, Sir, didn't you say to share?" Mo Li was the first to speak.

"It's not right for you to treat your friends like this. " Lucca was also a little dumbfounded.

"Are you guys stupid? Can I order another serving?" Angelo said nonchalantly.

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