Chapter 75 Chicken Tofu

Kurou nodded and said, "I've heard of it before, but I've never seen it. It's said that there are chefs who can make chicken into a tofu-like shape. I guess it requires very high knife skills."

Xu Qing nodded, "Indeed."

Without the simple and efficient machines of later generations, the only thing chefs in the past could rely on was the kitchen knife in their hands.

From the most common task of peeling vegetables to carving delicate tofu into flowers, knife skills increase from small to large, from easy to difficult, from simple to complex. Chefs are constantly striving for perfection on this infinitely extending road. The only thing they can rely on is the kitchen knife in their hands and their own skills.

Chicken tofu pudding is a dish that requires extremely high knife skills from the chef. It is said that it takes an hour just to pound it into a fine paste.

Without this exquisite knife-working technique and the corresponding perseverance and patience, ordinary people would not be able to make it even if they knew how to do it.

Only in later generations, with the help of machines, did ordinary people have the opportunity to touch the crystallization of this exquisite knife work.

Xu Qing's exquisite knife skills are not comparable to machines. Machines only raise the lower limit. On the infinitely extending road of knife skills, only humans can constantly break through the upper limit and ultimately reach unprecedented levels.

Xu Qing said, "Master Ku Rou, can you find a few pieces of chicken breast?"

"of course."

Soon Ku Rou came in with a plate of chicken. What Yangquan Restaurant has the most is all kinds of ingredients and seasonal vegetables. Anything that is available in GD Province can be found in Yangquan Restaurant. Even some precious ingredients from other provinces are kept in stock in Yangquan Restaurant.

Xu Qing first used a knife to pick out the tendons from the chicken. In order to ensure that the chicken had a delicate texture like tofu pudding, it was necessary to remove as many impurities as possible.

Xu Qing placed the cut chicken together, turned the knife around, and beat it carefully with the back of the knife.

Ku Rou only saw a clear knife light suddenly flash in the dim room. The knife light formed a line and gently spread out on the chopping board, like a rainbow hanging from the sky.

The rainbow light jumped and danced on the chopping board, and with each flash the chicken stretched out evenly, as if it was being gently massaged by invisible hands, using the most comfortable force to make the chicken slowly looser, and under the gentle kneading of these invisible hands, it became more delicate and smooth.

The knife shadow was so fast that one could not even blink. At this moment, the eyes seemed to have lost their function. The only thing they could do was to record the stunning knife light and firmly imprint this incomprehensible skill in their hearts.

Ku Rou was not good at knife skills and had no obsession with it, so in his eyes, this knife skill only shocked him but did not bring him much frustration.

However, Master Luo Tian, ​​who was peeking outside the window, felt completely different.

He was attracted by the sudden rainbow light and happened to see Xu Qing showing off his cooking skills.

Although Abei praised Xu Qing's knife skills highly in the letter, those words of praise became so pale the moment he saw his knife skills with his own eyes.

It is difficult to describe the exquisiteness of this knife skill in words.

I don’t know how he learned it to have such amazing knife skills at such a young age.

Master Luo Tian sighed quietly, turned around and stopped looking.

Fortunately, he is older and more resilient, not as sharp and easily broken as when he was young. If he had seen such knife skills when he was young, he probably wouldn't even have the courage to pick up a kitchen knife.

Young people nowadays are really more amazing than each other.

It’s not okay to refuse to accept the old age.

Under Xu Qing's pounding, the chicken quickly became delicate and fluffy. When spread out on the chopping board, it actually looked like a piece of delicate tofu pudding, with no recognizable original appearance at all.

After beating, put the chicken mince in a bowl, add broth and ginger water, then pour in egg white four times, add salt and starch and stir continuously until it forms a fine paste. Put clear soup in a pot, bring to a boil, stir the soup with a spoon, pour the prepared chicken mince into the soup, cook over low heat until the chicken mince gradually gathers together to form tofu pudding, which is chicken tofu pudding.

The finished chicken tofu pudding is placed in front of you. It is as delicate as tofu pudding and you can't tell at all that it is made of chicken.

Ku Rou gently scooped a spoonful with a spoon and put it into her mouth. The tender chicken tofu melted in her mouth, and the wonderful taste spread in her mouth instantly. Although it was pounded into a delicate paste, it cleverly preserved the smooth taste of the chicken itself. No, it was even more amazing than that. In terms of the smooth taste alone, no other kind of chicken can compare to the taste of chicken tofu.

Ku Rou compared the delicious taste in his mouth with the taste of the black-bone chicken he imagined, and suddenly realized that this might be the taste he had been looking for. It tasted even better than the best chicken he had ever eaten. This was exactly the taste that a black-bone chicken should have.

"This is really... really great. It feels like I'm really eating black-bone chicken. It's so wonderful."

Ku Rou couldn't help but close her eyes and savor the memory.

Xu Qing shook his head and said, "This is not enough. In order to completely restore the taste of the black-bone chicken as imagined, there is still a lot of work to be done."

Kurou perked up, "What do you need me to do?"

After seeing Xu Qing's cooking skills, Ku Rou knew that she was far from his level, but it should be no problem if she helped.

Xu Qing looked at him in surprise and said, "Master Ku Rou, this dish should have been made by you. I was just helping you."

Kurou pointed at herself and said, "Me? But my cooking skills..."

"This has nothing to do with skill, because only you can truly present the most perfect taste of black-bone chicken. Put all your expectations of black-bone chicken into it, and this dish will definitely respond to you."

To perfectly present the imagined taste, it requires not only skills, but more importantly, passion and perseverance, the heart that tries its best to turn the legend into reality even if it means burning itself.

In this regard, Xu Qing felt that he was far inferior to Ku Rou.

All Xu Qing can do is help Ku Rou express this affection.

Two days passed in a flash. During these two days, Shen Hong collected all the legends about black-bone chicken. The more he knew, the more he realized that it was almost impossible to present the deliciousness of black-bone chicken.

The black-bone chicken is just a beautiful but illusory legend, but the reality is always cruel.

Today, he will present the bloody facts in full to Ku Rou.

With a creaky sound, the tightly closed door opened, and Xu Qing, Ku Rou and Master Luo Tian walked into the Guangdong Chefs Association.

In the small courtyard, Shen Hong had been waiting for a long time.

He looked at the food box in Kurou's hand and said, "Is this the black-bone chicken?"

Kurou said firmly: "Yes, the dish served here is made of black-bone chicken."

Humph, Shen Hong sneered in his heart, he is still stubborn even when facing death.

It's not his fault.

"Serve it."

(End of this chapter)