This side of the pot.

Chef Zhou personally picked up the bowls, chopsticks and spoons, and followed Yang Ruoqing's instructions to prepare the required seasonings.

The so-called preparation is to move all the seasonings within Yang Ruoqing's reach so that she can use them easily.

"Uncle Zhou, the dish I want to make today is called Mapo Tofu. Please pay attention to every process carefully!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Chef Zhou nodded hurriedly.

A waiter was waiting on the stove to keep the heat going, and the rapeseed in the pot made a crackling sound.

Yang Ruoqing put the minced onion, ginger and garlic into the hot oil pan, picked up the spatula and stir-fried quickly, then immediately scooped a spoonful of bean paste and stir-fried.

The restaurant is full of oil and water, and after a vigorous stir-fry, the hot and spicy aroma comes out.

Yang Ruoqing poured the prepared minced pork belly into the pot and started stir-frying again.

She bent over slightly, leaned forward, and waved the spatula with her arms.

The inconspicuous and dull spatula seemed to be given life in her hands, becoming agile and light.

Soon, the minced meat in the pot turned into an attractive golden color under the high temperature.

While the aroma of the meat overflows, the fat in the pork belly is also roasted out, and the alluring aroma of meat wafts out of the kitchen.

Yang Ruoqing pushed the cut tofu pieces into the pot, then sprinkled in an appropriate amount of salt and added an appropriate amount of sugar and vinegar.

"In normal times, it's best to soak the tofu in fresh water for a stick of incense before putting it in the pot. My tofu is soaked in water all the way."

The movements of her hands continued unabated, and she took the time to explain the annotations to Chef Zhou who was watching intently next to her.

Chef Zhou listened attentively and nodded appropriately.

"This tofu is very delicate, so you shouldn't stir it too hard. You have to use the back of the spatula to gently push it."

She explained and demonstrated to Chef Zhou.

The other people nearby also put their heads together.

Rather than watching Yang Ruoqing cooking tofu, it would be better to say that they were greedily sniffing the alluring aroma!

Even Song Caibang, who had looked at Yang Ruoqing with contempt and disdain before, couldn't help but take a few steps to the pot table and poked his neck to take a look.

Here, Yang Ruoqing picked up a clean bowl, put a spoonful of sweet potato flour into it, and mixed it with an appropriate amount of water.

After mixing evenly, sprinkle it on top of the tofu.

Chef Zhou asked: "What are you doing?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "This thickens the soup, which is suitable for cooking many dishes. It will make the soup thicker after it comes out of the pot, and the taste of the dish will be smoother and longer!"

"Oh!" Chef Zhou suddenly realized, looking enlightened.

"The tofu itself is cooked. You can blanch it in boiling water, or slice it directly and eat it cold. The cooking time should not be too long when it is cooked in a pot. In addition, if it is thickened, it will stick to the pot if the heat is too high."

Yang Ruoqing said in a clear voice, while taking care of the thickening soup that started to bubble in the pot.

"It's time to serve!" she said.

Taking the beautiful plate handed over by Chef Zhou, he carefully took out the mapo tofu and put it on the plate.

Every piece of tofu is golden and not broken.

Placed on a plate, it looks three-dimensional and shakes gently, like a plate of matcha-flavored jelly.

Everyone gathered around the pot, and even the guys working outside the kitchen were attracted by the smell wafting out.

There are more people in the kitchen than before.

As the center of attention surrounded by everyone, Yang Ruoqing poured a few drops of fragrant sesame oil onto the plate of tofu, and then sprinkled in green onion foam.

She picked up a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Chef Zhou: "Uncle Zhou, give it a try."

Chef Zhou took the chopsticks, excitedly picked up a piece of Mapo Tofu and put it into his mouth, closed his eyes, and chewed it gently...

Yang Ruoqing tilted her head and looked at the change of expression on Chef Zhou's chubby face with a smile...

The corners of her lips curved with satisfaction and confidence!

"Chef Zhou, how does it taste?"

The guys next to me were all so greedy that the clothes on their chests were wet, and they all came over to ask.

Chef Zhou slowly opened his eyes, his eyes looking at Yang Ruoqing with a wolf-like light!

He gave Yang Ruoqing a thumbs up, "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Little girl, you Mapo Tofu is amazing!"

Yang Ruoqing curled up the corners of her mouth and smiled happily.

She took a few more pairs of chopsticks and handed them to the guys next to her with gleaming eyes.

Greeting: "Everyone, come and have a try!"

Everyone rushed forward.

Song Caiban didn't receive the chopsticks handed over by Yang Ruoqing, and looked a little embarrassed.

However, he was not friendly, so he took a pair of chopsticks and joined in the food grabbing process.

Chef Zhou walked up to Yang Ruoqing, still looking like he had endless aftertaste: "Little girl, the smell of oil smoke in the kitchen is strong, how about we go to the house just now to discuss business?"

"good!"

Yang Ruoqing happily agreed.

Chef Zhou turned around and led the way.

When Yang Ruoqing passed by Luo Fengtang, she stopped and looked up at him: "Tangyaozi, you haven't eaten tofu before, why don't you go over and try a piece?"

Luo Fengtang raised his hand and scratched his head, grinning, "They are happy after tasting it. Qing'er, your business will be completed. I will be happier if I don't taste it than if I did!"

Is that so?

Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes slightly.

She stood up on tiptoes and put her hands on Luo Fengtang's broad and strong shoulders.

With a voice that only the two of them could hear, she said close to his ear canal: "When we go home, I will cook it alone!"

Luo Fengtang was stunned!

My mind went blank.

In my ears, all the noise seemed to fade away, and only Yang Ruoqing's words lingered: I will cook it for you alone...

The corner of the boy's mouth curled up to one side, and his cheeks were so hot. At this moment, he felt as light as a swallow. He wanted to jump up and jump around in circles!

"Tangyaozi, what are you doing so stupidly? Follow me!"

The girl's voice came. She had walked out of the kitchen and was standing at the door calling him.

"Oh, here it comes!"

He responded hurriedly, picked up the black tiger, and followed him out!

In the reception room, Yang Ruoqing and Chef Zhou were discussing a long-term deal.

She found a long-term sales channel for her family's tofu.

"Uncle Zhou, I, Yang Ruoqing, am a straightforward person. I don't like to beat around the bush when I speak. Let me tell you the truth!"

"This tofu is a rare thing. I don't know what will happen in the future, but for the past two years, I can make it!"

"The elderly, children, patients and pregnant women can eat it. There are no taboos."

"I originally planned to sell it in the Wa market and price it at two cents a piece so that it could be sold in thousands of households."
Chapter completed!