Back to the front desk.

Xia Yu looked around and said, "Hey, where is that uncle?"

There were only two empty bowls on the table, and the ramen and soup were wiped out. The third portion of ramen was placed behind the counter, which Xia Yu specially left for himself to supplement his nutrition.

"Go away."

The old man lifted the curtain and walked into the store.

Xia Yu was not confused and brought the third bowl of ramen he had cooked, sat down at will, and swallowed it voraciously.

"ha……"

After a few minutes, Feng Juan Canyun finished a bowl of noodles and his stomach was finally full. Xia Yu stretched and was about to get up to take a bath and go to bed, but a voice suddenly came from the side: "What do you think of the beef ramen you made?"

The old man crossed his arms and leaned against the shop door, his face hidden in the darkness, and he could not see any expression.

“…”

Xia Yu pointed to the other two empty bowls and smiled, "I said, "Old man, you ate a portion of ramen, right? I'll ask me about this kind of question. You know how it tastes very well, hehe."

In the eyes of him, the foodie, the old man's ramen was defeated.

In the magical cooking state of ‘Copy Crystal’, the dishes he completed were much more delicious than the original works.

Not only did he win the ramen taste, but the taste of the soup and the fusion of various ingredients all stabilized the old man's cooking. Of course, Xia Yu knew that the old man had not done his best, and he could not estimate that the old man had shown his strength. Anyway, he won a small game, and the affliction that had been oppressed for many years finally found an vent.

Hey, old man, you lost!

It's that simple.

In fact, Xia Yu only dares to say the above sentence in his heart...

"When did you guys secretly learn the soup base recipe for our Xia Ramen?"

After a while of silence, the old man asked slowly, his face solemn.

"Study secretly?" Xia Yu pulled his face down, "Old man, can you be more polite with words? They are all from our Xia family, how can you consider learning secretly? I eat it from the ramen you cooked. This should be called comprehension! Do you understand it? "

"Can you get a recipe for soup base?" The old man looked disbelieving.

Xia Yu didn't talk nonsense at all. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to read: "A fresh beef stick bone, a piece of fresh beef, 50 grams of pepper, 50 grams of dried ginger skin, 20 grams of cumin, 15 grams of pepper, 10 grams of pepper, 10 grams of meat, 5 grams of ginger, 5 grams of lemongrass, 3 grams of tangerine peel, star anise, and amomum villos..."

"This is the ingredients used for a pot of soup base, with about 30 kinds of ingredients."

"If it is a big pot used to open a store, the ingredients are 20% dried ginger slices, 18% peppercorns, and 12% cumin..."

Before Xia Yu could finish speaking, the old man waved to stop.

"It's OK!"

The old man turned around and walked into the kitchen, "Come here!"

Xia Yu was not sure, so he followed in. The old man turned his back to him and put on an apron, "From today, I will teach you cooking. First of all, you must learn all the signature dishes of the Chinese cuisine restaurant."

"no problem!"

In the past, Xia Yu must have been perfunctory and found an excuse to sneak back to the room to sleep, but now with the assistance of the chef god system, if the old man teaches him all his money, wouldn’t he be able to understand many recipes?

Just thinking about it makes me excited. The spring of foodies is here!

"You're very good at pastries, so let's start with pastries."

The old man took out the flour and explained while busy. Xia Yu listened very attentively, much more serious than being careless at school.

The next day.

Xia Yu woke up at 8 o'clock in the morning after learning, and could not sleep no matter what. This was the first day of spring break.

Neon has three holidays, spring break, summer break, and winter break.

Spring break is the end of a school year, usually from March to early April.

April 1st is the time when Neon Middle School and the new school year starts.

Xia Yu could only sigh and get up and wash.

There was movement in the narrow courtyard. After washing, Xia Yu stood in the corridor. He found that the old man had woken up early. In front of the antique stone mill in the yard, he was like an old donkey dragging a millstone wheel and rotating. The white soy milk that emitted a fragrant smell continued to flow out of the millstone and poured into the wooden barrel.

After standing and watching for a while, Xia Yu planned to go up to help, but the old man suddenly let go of his hand, picked up the bucket of soy milk and walked back, "Put it clean water and wash the grinder."

When he walked by, the old man ordered in his usual tone.

Is this tofu or?

Xia Yu's mind was filled with question marks.

The old man rarely makes his own tofu. Most of the tofu used in the dishes are bought from outside shopping streets. Xia Yu is the character who runs errands. He is full of sadness and doesn't want to mention it too much.

Well……

Thinking of the soybeans used to grind tofu, Xia Yu's face changed and hurried into the kitchen. Last night, he soaked a bucket of soybeans, about 5 kilograms before going to bed. These soybeans were ground and shelled, soaked for a few hours before soaking.

Needless to say, soy milk is definitely used to make water tofu. After all, in the Chef God System last night, Xia Yu couldn't wait to practice cooking.

But that bucket of soybeans is gone!

"Old man..." He gritted his teeth and looked at the busy figure in the kitchen, and his eyes disappeared with anger but strange retraction.

The old man was also making tofu. He had already taken the bag made of tofu cloth, poured the soy milk from the bucket into the bag, and piled up hard, and the filtered soy milk juice flowed into another clean wooden barrel.

Each kilogram of soybeans is about 6 kilograms of water, so a bucket of 5 kilograms of soybeans can eventually be made into 30 kilograms of soybeans, which is more than enough to fill a large wooden bucket. When Xia Yu cleans the grinder and returns to the kitchen, he saw that the old man had boiled a large pot of soybean milk.

On the kitchen counter next to it, there are some cooked gypsum powder.

Xia Yu is still very clear about the method of making tofu. Even though he didn't know about it in his previous life, he learned how to grind beans and cook soy milk after seeing an old man grinding beans and cooking soy milk.

Gypsum powder can be said to be the key to making tofu. Without this material, soy milk cannot be solidified.

"Water tofu or dried tofu?"

The old man made gypsum slurry with a bowl of clean water, poured the slurry into the boiling pot, and asked while stirring.

"Shui Tofu!" Xia Yu answered without hesitation.

The old man pointed to the wooden pallets that were ready to be placed next to him. There were many such wooden pallets, stacked layer by layer, just like steamers. Xia Yu knew what the old man meant, so he quickly held the wooden pallet and waited next to him.

Next is division of labor and cooperation. The old man scooped soy milk, and Xia Yu held the tray. These trays were wrapped in tofu cloth. After filling the soy milk, they covered it with cloth and continued to the next tray.

In total, more than a dozen trays were installed, and the soy milk in the pot finally came to the bottom.

Wipe the sweat. Xia Yu looked at the stacked wooden tray and smiled.

After about half an hour, the water temperature cooled and the tofu took shape.

With so many plates of tofu, he was enough to practice "Magic Mapo Tofu", so he didn't believe that he couldn't make a glowing dish. Anyway, there were enough ingredients to squander.

When waiting, you can't just stand there. Xia Yu left the kitchen and went to the store to wipe the tables and chairs.

Xia Yu is a little obsessed with cleanliness, so after his cleaning of the shop over the years, it is spotless. Xiaoqiang, who once appeared in the kitchen, made Xia Yu fight and went to the store street to buy several insecticides in one go. After working for half a month, he finally calmed the kitchen. There were no corpses of unknown creatures again.

Don't think that Japan has no cockroaches.

The climate here is humid and hot, especially suitable for insect growth. To be honest, Japanese cockroaches are bigger than those in China. Xia Yu heard of cockroaches as big as a palm in his school friend. He was so scared that his face turned pale. Is this a Fukushima nuclear radiation pollution?
Chapter completed!