Chapter 43 By-product gluten

Poor parents in the world, Wang Kuang decided to help this chef named Deng once. Although it is possible that the chef named Deng was cheating in order to get the method of making the noodles, he didn't have time to verify it. Moreover, Wang Kuang didn't take this seriously. Just keep one or two commercial secrets. Too much will attract too many red eyes.

At this time, Kuang Da and Master Wang also came out, touched Cheng Noodles, and tried it according to Wang Kuang's method just now. He was also surprised. Kuang Da had met Cheng Noodles before. Now, when he heard the tone of the little boss, it seemed that the little boss could make it, so he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He knew that this little boss called Cheng Noodles, but the ingredients necessary for making exquisite food in the family of dignitaries. There were few chefs who could make it all over the world, and they were all secret techniques and would never be rumored.

Wang Kuang actually never made Cheng noodles. He just liked to eat gluten in later generations. He went online to check the gluten method and found out that gluten is just a by-product of Cheng noodles. He also knew that the method was not complicated and just cumbersome. Wang Kuang said to the chef named Deng: "I know how to make this, but I haven't made it myself. Whether it will be successful or not, I have to try it out before I know."

The chef surnamed Deng looked at Wang Kuang with a straight look. Seeing Wang Kuang say this, he fell to the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Young man knows how to do it, please tell me whether it is successful or not is the fate of a child. No matter what, the younger man must thank you. If you have any orders in the future, the younger man will go through fire and water without hesitation."

"It's not that serious. The method is not complicated. The possibility of making it is still very high. Besides, if I can save a life, I'm happy." He also called the senior high school senior who was grimacing at Master Wang and Kuang Da, and asked him to find a dense eye sieve and a wooden basin larger than the sieve to wash and set aside. He also asked Master Wang to have a pound of noodles, both soft and hard.

Soon, the tools were ready and the dough was already mixed. Wang Kuang took the chef named Deng to the kitchen and asked him to watch. He then pulled the small wooden pier in front of the stove and sat down, placed the sieve diagonally in the wooden basin, and placed the dough on the sieve. After all these, Kuang Da scooped a scoop of water and slowly poured it on the dough. He specifically explained that the water flow should not be too large, just look at the thickness of the chopsticks. When the surface of the dough was soaked in water, Wang Kuang began to rub it with his hands, and asked Kuang Da to continue pouring water. He just kneaded it while pouring water. After pouring three scoops of water, only half of the dough was left. At this time, Wang Kuang did not let Kuang Da continue to scoop clean water, and asked him to scoop out the water in the basin and pour it on the dough.

After rubbing for a while, Wang Kuang knew it and felt a little tired. He still lacked exercise. His body couldn't stand it. It seemed that he still needed to exercise in the future.

He looked at Kuang Da and the others, and saw that they were eager to try. After thinking about it, he gave the position and gave it to the master Deng. Kuang Da and Master Wang had time to familiarize themselves with the practice. The master Deng would have to let him do it himself. First, he would restor him and avoid going back and making trouble. If what he said was true, then life would be at stake. If something happened and he could not save his son's life, it would not be what Wang Kuang was willing to see.

The chef surnamed Deng saw that the dough was getting smaller and smaller as he washed the dough, and the expression on the young man's face became more and more certain. Half of his heart had been relieved. Now that Wang Kuang asked him to accept it, he knew Wang Kuang's thoughts, and he was not willing to do so. He happily sat down and scrubbed hard. After all, he was an old chef, who had been busy in the kitchen for many years. Compared to Wang Kuang, a half-baked chef who was just interested in making food, he mastered the strength much better than Wang Kuang. In a short while, the dough was already

Only a small ball was left after scrubbing, and nothing could be rubbed out. The remaining small ball was the by-product gluten. Wang Kuang then asked him to stop and put the muddy water aside from the small basin of washed half a basin, saying, "The water is just left alone. After the turbidity settles, remove the water on it, dry the bottom and then grind it open. It is the clarion noodles you want. But Master Deng, you'd better take a day or two, wait for the last time, and make some food to see if it's what your main owner wants before leaving."

"Young man killed the young man and didn't dare to call him a master in front of you. From now on, you will be Deng Shiyi's great benefactor. In terms of reason, you have taught the young man how to do this. The young man should call you a master, but the young man also understands that he is stupid and dare not call him a benefactor. Just as the benefactor said, it is not too late for the young man to wait until this side is right before leaving." It turned out that the chef named Deng followed the master's surname Deng, and the ranking was not based on closeness, but all the slaves named Deng in the Deng mansion ranked together. After thanking him for a long time, he looked back and looked back at the basin of water and rested with the senior high school senior. He really couldn't hold on anymore. He had almost no sleep or eat for half a year. Now he was looking at the success, and now he was looking at the string tense in his heart. He could no longer have the strength.

After Deng Shiyi left, Wang Kuang looked at the remaining small ball of gluten. He thought that there were still some pepper minced some days ago, and his mouth became greedy again, but the ball of gluten was only two or three taels, which was not enough for a bite. He also saw that Master Wang and Kuang Da wanted to try it out, so he asked them to make another two kilograms of noodles. One was to practice, and the other was to get almost one kilogram of gluten, which was enough for a cold dish.

There are many ways to make gluten. The washed gluten can be steamed or cooked directly. If it tastes better, you can add some flour and then steam it. Moreover, the gluten will not be battered no matter how it is cooked in water. After the cooked gluten can be sliced ​​cold or fried to eat, and you can also cook soup. The way to eat varies according to each person's preferences.

Master Wang and Kuang Da worked very hard. Two of them took turns to cook for the diners waiting for food in front of the hall, and the other washed the gluten. In less than an hour, the gluten was washed. Wang Kuang did it himself, kneaded the gluten a few times, and rubbed it into strips about five or six inches long and thick inches. The water in the pot had already boiled and threw it in to cook. He went to his yard to get a small wok. In fact, Wang Kuang's kitchen was not very useful after it was modified. First, Wang Kuang was lazy and didn't want to move. He would only move when he wanted to eat, but he would cook. Second, as long as Wang Kuang started, everyone in the inn would come to hear the news. Wang Kuang didn't like being watched, so he rarely used it.

After I brought the wok, I put it on the stove and heated it up. I poured some oil in. When the oil was smoked, I moved the pot away from the stove. I sprinkled the peppers I made from loach taro last time, sprinkled some more shiitake and sprayed some wine in it. Unfortunately, there were no peanuts. After a while, a cough came from the kitchen. Master Wang and Kuang Da couldn't stand the choking smell of the oil and peppers. I quickly covered my mouth and nose and ran out, and ran outside before I dared to breathe.

"This taste is really choking, but it is really fragrant." Kuang Da looked at the green smoke floating out of the kitchen with lingering fear, and pulled Master Wang's robe, "I said, our little boss is really good. He can eat food that we have never seen before when he takes action."

"That's right, who would have thought that when the little boss first came, he was so miserable, he didn't have any complete clothes on his body, and he was also pale and thin." Master Wang sighed when he thought of Wang Kuang's appearance when he first came, "But, this is also the little boss. You see, he likes to hear people talk about those interesting things when he has something to do, so that's what he has today. Don't look like the little boss usually has nothing to do. Look, this move is a big deal."

Kuang Da already knew how Wang Kuang came to the inn. He heard Master Wang sigh and was also impressed: "This is also the intelligence of the little boss. If it were you and me, I would probably not be able to hear from these interesting stories."

The outside was feeling that Wang Kuang was not idle inside. At this time, the gluten had been cooked. After picking it up, it was soaked in cold water, then sliced ​​it, scooped some bone soup, boiled it, threw the gluten in low heat, cooled it quickly with cold boiled water, put it on a plate, squeezed some garlic juice and drizzled it, poured the oil and chili peppers that had just been made, sprinkled some salt, dripped some sauce, poured some vinegar, and mixed it well, and a plate of cold gluten can be made.

The two outside were still discussing, and then they saw that Wang Kuang brought out the plate of things. After a closer look, the gray noodle pieces were covered with small holes, and a layer of red oil was wrapped around it. The appearance was not very good. So they asked strangely: "Little boss, is this the gluten you mentioned? It looks not very good."

"Haha, it's easy to look good. Just sprinkle some scallions on top. But with garlic, I didn't put any scallions anymore. Don't look at the gluten that looks bad, but it tastes delicious, tough and chewy." He pointed to the gluten and said, "It's a pity, one less, otherwise the three colors, aroma and taste can take up two. If you want to sell it, you will have some thoughts and good colors, aroma and taste."

"What's less?" Kuang Da couldn't help asking curiously. In his opinion, the little boss already knew enough, and now he still said that he was less. Could it be an extremely important thing? Should he go to the foreign country to search again?

"I don't know if there can be peanuts." Wang Kuang was very uncertain whether there were peanuts at this time, but even if the peanuts were transmitted from South America, they must have walked the line of the South China Sea or Quanzhou. Jian'an is not too far from these two places, so there should be some news.

Master Wang didn't say anything after hearing this. He ran into the warehouse behind the yard for a while and carried a bag out, "What the little boss said about this?"
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