Chapter 720 715. Mushroom Dumplings

Call Luo Ma and Luo Shaoan who came with Luo Ma.

There are also Chu Jie and Xiao Zhao who have turned on automatic following and cannot be driven away.

Everyone worked together to serve the various prepared ingredients.

Return to Luo Yihang's home for a family dinner.

In name only, let's just welcome Master Lin.

It's embarrassing to let guests cook.

(Just for fun, don't take it seriously.)
Luo Yihang's kitchen is big enough to accommodate his needs.

Master Lin came over and prepared the broth first.

Use soaked shiitake mushrooms, dried bamboo shoots and bean sprouts to make vegetarian broth.

These three are known as the three kings of vegetarian soup.

It takes an hour to make the broth.

While the soup is cooking.

Master Xu cooks his ingredients.

The famous chef from Tianfu doesn't bother using the hotpot base sold outside when making Maoxuewang, so he makes it himself.

Master Wang also started preparing his dishes.

Master Lin turned on the stove and mixed the filling, dough and rolled out the dough on the kitchen table.

The filling is a vegetarian filling made with shepherd's purse and chopped dried tofu.

The rolled dough is not dumpling skin, but the thin type of wonton skin. No, it is even thinner than wonton skin and it is translucent when you pick it up.

The shape is still round.

"Are you making dumplings or wontons?" Luo's mother noticed the difference.

"Use wonton skins to make dumplings." Master Lin revealed a little secret.

"When I first made it, I used the dumpling method, but it didn't feel right. Then I went to Gaoyou, where Mr. Wang is from. I found out that wontons there are called Huai dumplings, and the skin is as thin as paper. I used the local wonton skin and made it again, and it felt right. So, I made some improvements and used thin skin to wrap small dumplings."

"Is there anything different?"

“You’ll know when it’s done.”

He also kept it a secret.

Master Lin rolled out the dough while Luo Yihang and the others worked together to make dumplings.

Then, the car flipped over.

Such a thin skin requires a lot of skill.

As soon as Xiao Zhao came up, he poked seven cards in a row and then gave up.

Chu Jie is so smart, but he didn't get it at all.

Luo Shaoan was smarter. After he pierced the hole, he took another piece of paper to patch it up. He pierced it again and patched it up with another piece of paper. The three pieces together were thicker than the dumpling wrapper, and finally they were made into a small bun.

This one belongs to him.

Luo Yihang was fine. He was very careful and took his time. It took him several minutes to make a small dumpling.

The bag is made, but let’s not talk about its appearance.

Even Master Lin praised, "Yes, yes, you can only make small dumplings like this, Huaiyin dumplings."

Luo Yihang said, give up.

It's so tortured.

Among this large group of people, only Luo's mother could keep up. She took her time to do it, and she was able to maintain a complete shape without breaking.

By the time Master Lin had finished rolling out the dough, the five people making dumplings had made ten.

Master Lin washed his hands and joined the battlefield.

I saw him pinching a piece of dumpling skin, spreading a little bit of stuffing in the middle, and somehow he pinched and rubbed it, and he had wrapped a dumpling.

It's round and chubby, and looks especially cute sitting on the chopping board.

Next, it was Master Lin’s turn to perform. He moved very quickly, taking only a few seconds per move.

This is the disparity in the world. Don’t compare your hobbies with other people’s careers, because you really can’t compare.

The chopping board was filled with things.

Luo's mother just packed six more.

Master Lin has already wrapped more than forty of them.

Count the heads, then look at the pot.

I can almost make a batch.

"This stuff has to be served hot, or I'll make a round first and taste it."

The proposal received unanimous approval.
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Master Lin heated the oil in a pan, and when the temperature reached 180 degrees, he fried the dumplings. He also asked Luo Yihang to watch over him.

"The key to this dish is to pour the vegetarian stock into it right after frying."

Then, the scene where Luo's father just came back appeared.

The time is just right.

Each person was given a small bowl.

Luo Yihang took a sip of the soup first.

This soup is really delicious, with strong flavors of mushrooms and bamboo shoots.

The taste of bean sprouts disappeared and could not be distinguished.

"Why can't I taste the bean sprouts in the soup?" Luo Yihang asked directly.

Master Lin gave him an approving look, "The role of soybean sprouts in vegetarian broth is to enhance the flavor. The key is to enhance it. It has a light taste by itself."

Got it, use it as a catalyst.

After solving his doubts, Luo Yihang scooped up another small dumpling and put it into his mouth.

The taste is very interesting when you take a bite.

The dumpling skin has a texture a bit like deep-fried bell rolls, and becomes soft again after being soaked.

Crispy and soft.

The filling is even more magical, the fresh fragrance of shepherd's purse and the salty fragrance of dried tofu, two ingredients with different flavors and textures, blending together in the mouth and complementing each other.

The most peculiar thing is that it is completely vegetarian and has no meat, but it tastes like meat.

Luo Yihang was not the only one who discovered this.

Others found out too.

Xiao Zhao was one step ahead and asked curiously, "Why do I taste meat?"

Hear the words.

Master Lin was as happy as if a buried Easter egg had been discovered. The corners of his mouth curled up and a smile appeared on his face. "This is the beauty of mushroom dumplings. After frying, the skin becomes fluffy and can absorb the flavor of the soup."

“The umami flavor is all in the soup, wrapped up in it, and it tricks the tongue into thinking it’s broth.”

"You can't achieve this effect with dumpling wrappers. The dumpling wrappers are thick and not easy to fry and become fluffy. The soup flavor can't be absorbed thoroughly enough. The dumplings are dumplings and the soup is soup. They don't blend well together."

It turns out there are so many details.

There are only a few sentences, fifty or sixty words, in Wang Zengqi's prose.

Master Lin has discovered so much using just a few words.

Reproduced the recipe.

How much effort it takes.

No, it’s not just a reproduction, but an evolution and upgrade.

I believe that when Mr. Wang was a child, nearly a hundred years ago, the mushroom dumplings made in Guanyin Temple did not taste like this.

Because of these five little dumplings.

Xiao Zhao is willing to regard Master Lin as his idol.

This is the resonance between the literary girl and the literary cook.

This is what it means to be a star chaser.

It is a dialogue between readers and authors across time and space.

It's the story that shines into reality.

As expected, the only mistake was the name, not the nickname. Luo Yihang gave a thumbs up and said, "Master Lin, you really deserve to be called an artist in the food capital."

An artist in a food capital?

Xiao Zhao reacted quickly and immediately realized that it was Master Lin's nickname.

Flattery comes without warning.

"Master Lin, you are amazing. You turned the delicious food in the text into real delicacies, making people feel as if they have traveled through time and space and felt the flavors described by Master Wang."

“You are not only a chef, but also an artist. You perfectly combine literature and food, allowing people to feel the charm of culture while tasting.”

"Your dish is a perfect interpretation of the literary work. With every bite, you can feel the emotions and depth of the story that Mr. Wang felt. Your culinary art makes the literature more vivid and three-dimensional. You make these words come alive."

The choice of words, the sentence structure, and all this series of works, made Master Lin so flattered that he was dizzy. He was so proud of this.

He immediately accepted Xiao Zhao as his close friend.

No, this is the mutual appreciation between literary girls and literary middle-aged and elderly people.

Li Yongyun's subsequent actions made Master Lin very happy.

Li Yongyun gulped down the soup in his bowl, and then held out his bowl, "Grandpa Lin, I want more..."

(End of this chapter)