When the cooks talked together,
Here, Yan Shu has mixed the meat stuffing, poured some flour into the basin, touched a seasoning jar from the table, poured some into the flour, and then mixed it with warm water.
The chefs were shocked again. "Isn't wonton skin made of flour alone? What did she just add to the flour?"
"Which wild x school did she graduate from?" The chef was speechless. "The focus of wonton is' stuffing '. Why does she toss wonton skins?"
"Fortunately, I'm still looking forward to her. It seems that there is no doubt that Lao Meng will win later."
"I don't want to taste her wonton."
"Don't taste it if you don't want to." Manager Zhang happened to be able to record the video. Seeing them roast and feast like this, he couldn't bear it. "No one forced it into your mouth."
"Hey, let's be honest, manager Zhang, why are you angry!"
"Yes."
Manager Zhang rolled their eyes and turned back to record the video.
Seen from the camera, Yan Shu's slender hands flexibly rolled out countless thin pastries, each about the size of a palm.
It's so thin that you can almost see the lines on your palm.
Several cooks looked at her wonton skin and soon guessed, "is she going to make bubble wonton?"
"It seems so."
"Bubble wonton has less meat and is basically eating skin. No wonder she added a lot of things to it when she just mixed noodles."
"But this kind is not as good as small wonton. It's not delicious and there are few people eating it."
Yan Shu had just wrapped a plate of wonton and poured it into the boiling pot. Over there, Meng Chu's wonton had come out of the pot and poured it into the bowl of chicken soup,
The aroma of wonton and the freshness of chicken soup soon soften together, and the smell makes people's appetite open.
Many cooks have already picked up a bowl, scooped one, blew it, and sent it to their mouth. After eating it, they were full of praise.
"It smells so delicious!"
"Meng kitchen is indeed Meng kitchen. A bowl of wonton is 100 times better than the food in Michelin restaurant!"
Meng Chu accepted everyone's praise one by one, and his eyebrows were raised with a proud smile.
Meng turned his head and saw that Yan Shu's wonton was also out of the pot,
However, there was only a little seasoning in the row of bowls on the table, and she didn't seem to want to use chicken soup.
Meng Chu thought with a smile that she was still a girl Mao, and kindly reminded her, "sister, eating wonton is about freshness and fragrance. Freshness not only refers to meat stuffing, but also refers to wonton soup. The bubble wonton you make yourself is clear, and it won't taste good. You can use mushrooms to make a high soup."
"No, the soup I mixed is very good." Yan Shu said.
The boiling water is sent to the bowl to disperse the seasoning in the bowl.
After Yan Shu put the wonton into the bowl, manager Zhang also took a close-up picture with his mobile phone, and then put the mobile phone aside,
Excitedly, he picked up a bowl and sniffed it gently.
She smelled a delicious smell, which made her hungry.
Almost 90% of the cooks in the kitchen chose Meng Chu's wonton, and the rest didn't choose because there were no wonton.
They haven't had breakfast yet. Now they are hungry and reluctantly pick up the wonton made by Yan Shu.
But they watched the whole process.
I think Yan Shu's cooking skills are indescribable, and this wonton soup is not high soup, so it's not delicious.
When the cooks slowly picked up the wontons, manager Zhang had already blown one cold and couldn't wait to put it in his mouth.
As she ate, her expression suddenly froze.