When she saw Li Yan, Song Zixuan even doubted whether his eyes were wrong!

However, after working together for so long, Song Zixuan handed over the Emperor's fried rice to him to make.

Even with a mask, he can recognize it.

"Li Yan?"

Song Zixuan shouted.

Hearing this, Li Yan raised his head and looked surprised when he saw Song Zixuan.

But soon, he laughed: "Second Master, why are you here?"

Song Zixuan smiled and said, "Haha, you are famous for selling roasted wheat. I came here for the sake of your reputation."

Li Yan felt a little embarrassed when he heard this and smiled silly: "Don't joke with me, Second Master, I'll sell it out. I'll leave a few servings for you. Let's drink some when I'm sold out?"

"Okay, listen to you!"

Afterwards, Li Yan took out a small table and several stools from the tricycle.

Song Zixuan asked Fang Rui to set it aside, and several people sat and waited for Li Yan to sell off the roasted wheat.

Judging from this business, Song Zixuan can be sure that this guy makes a lot of money.

Although the business is good in this night market, in comparison, this shredded wheat stall is definitely popular!

About twenty minutes later, Li Yan sold all the shochu. Of course, he also kept it for Song Zixuan and others.

The steaming roasted wheat was served on the table, and Song Zixuan and others were eager to try it out.

Although they don’t lack delicious food at all, they also want to try what the flavor of this roasted pork can attract so many diners.

And now it can be said that it is famous far and wide, and even people living in the remote suburbs will drive over to queue up.

In addition, as soon as the roasted wheat was served, the fragrance spread out. Fang Rui and his men were so hungry that they immediately started to turn on their chopsticks.

"I'm going, it's so delicious, Li Yan, you have such a rubbery brisk and the filling is delicious, how can you do it?"

Fang Rui said while eating with big mouthfuls regardless of burning his mouth.

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan clamped up one with great interest.

The shallot peel is a bit translucent, but not as transparent as the crystal peel.

It should be when steaming in a pot, the oil produced by the meat filling is mixed with the noodles, which is semi-permeable.

Song Zixuan gently bit open a small mouthful, and immediately the juice flowed out.

The juice tastes delicious but not greasy. It should not be the added blending oil, but the juice of the meat itself.

After taking a bite, Song Zixuan nodded slowly: "Li Yan, when did you start working in the night market?"

Li Yan smiled embarrassedly.

"The main reason is that the time for get off work in the Facai Hotel is relatively fixed now. After get off work at 9 o'clock in the back kitchen, I was thinking about doing something if I had time."

"It just so happened that the Moat Bridge Night Market has become popular recently, so I took a place to sell Shaomai."

"Second Master, if we don't allow it, I won't make any move tomorrow."

Song Zixuan laughed and could tell that Li Yan is still taking Song Zixuan seriously now.

Unlike before, full of pride and arrogant.

"It's nothing. I've never said that we're not allowed to do anything else after get off work."

"But... Li Yan, this roasted wheat tastes really good. If one day the night market is not easy to make, I hope you can let him put it on the shelves at Facai Hotel. Of course, the income can be given to you."

Upon hearing this, Li Yan quickly waved his hand: "No, Second Master, I can just continue working in Facai Hotel, what income does not come from?"

As he said that, Li Yan took off his mask, spread his ponytail, and returned to his previous appearance.

"Haha, those are easy to say. By the way, I think the biggest feature of your roasted wheat is not the filling, but the skin. What are the tricks here?"

Hearing Song Zixuan's question, Li Yan looked up at the others and couldn't help but smile.

"The second master is really a member of the sect. He can eat the essence as soon as he eats it."

"My stuffing is beef, scallions, eggs and shrimp. Although it tastes good, it is just ordinary goods."

"The key is that I am on this skin. I am the one who is my own face, and I didn't choose the crystal skin."

Song Zixuan nodded: "Yes, the crystal skin looks good, but the taste is too sticky and does not match the meat filling."

"Haha, the second master said it well, but my side is not ordinary flour, but the flour I made myself fried."

"What? Fried flour? This... is there any fried flour?" Fang Rui asked on the side.

Li Yan smiled: "If you want to make real strength in flour, in addition to the water surface ratio when kneading the dough, you should pay attention to the dough technique. In fact, it is also the quality of the flour."

"In order to allow the inside of the dough to blend with the juice of the meat to taste, and the outside of the dough can fully absorb moisture without being penetrated, it is necessary to stir-fry the flour."

Song Zixuan nodded slowly when he heard this: "Li Yan, your method of cooking flour reminds me of a cooking senior."

"Well? Second Master, who is it?"

"Jiang Yun!"

Upon hearing this, Li Yan was stunned, with a look of confusion on his face, obviously he had never heard of Jiang Yun.

"A chef in the Republic of China period, although he did not cook pasta, the Chinese steak he pioneered was appreciated by the Chinese and Western cuisine world."

"Hang a thin batter on the surface of the steak to lock in the water. After frying and grilling, the batter has no texture and the meat is more tender and tender. The juice is even more fresh and tender than the ones that can be made."

"It's a pity that this senior was unwilling to cook for the Ying people. Although he later hid in the concession embassy, ​​he was still assassinated by the Ying soldiers."

Song Zixuan had heard from the old man about Jiang Yun's things earlier.

But after watching "Jiangyunlu", he learned more about it and admired this patriotic chef even more!

"This is not simple, Zixuan, does this chef have descendants?" Tang Yaqi asked.

Song Zixuan shook his head: "No, Jiang Yun was less than thirty years old when he died."

"In that era, didn't you give birth to a baby as a teenager?" Tang Yaqi said.

"Haha, not all. After all, I am a gangster, so it's normal to be single sometimes."

Li Yan nodded: "Second Master, being educated is different. I don't understand these things, but... If Second Master needs them, I can give you the recipe for fried flour."

"Li Yan, I'm content with you, and I'm righteous enough," Song Zixuan said, patting Li Yan on the shoulder, "But I can't use it for the time being. By the way, if you have time, you can go to the college with me to take a look."

"It's not okay to be a cook without culture at all. Although we may not be able to use the culture in books, we should still know some things in the food industry, cooking history."

Li Yan nodded slowly: "Second Master, I understand, but... You see, I am a thick man, and I still entered the college? As soon as I entered the school, both legs became weak."

Hearing this, everyone laughed.

"Haha, it's okay, just go and have fun. You go with me next Monday, and I'll ask Ruizi to send you back that night to see."

"Okay, Second Master, I'll listen to you."

Several people were eating roasted wheat and blew the river breeze, and the night was really pleasant.

After the breakup, Song Zixuan and Tang Yaqi were walking by the bridge.

Song Zixuan said: "The flour used by Li Yan really has a bit of cloud wheat flour, which is really interesting."

"Haha, you're interested, right? Then Li Yan wants to give you the formula, you still refuse it, it's hypocritical!"

Tang Yaqi smiled.

"It's not hypocrisy. Chefs should not share this secret recipe. Only by following them can there be order."

Tang Yaqi smiled but said nothing. In fact, what she liked was Song Zixuan's seriousness.

Especially in the kitchen shop, Song Zixuan never breaks any rules.

This is what he kept saying...the rules!

"The old man mentioned Jiang Yun to me before, and I read another book called "Jiang Yunlu" at the academy."

"Maybe this Yunmai flour...I can talk to the old man, maybe there is any breakthrough."

"Okay, I'll go with you!"

"It's too late, otherwise... it's early tomorrow morning?" Song Zixuan said.

Tang Yaqi nodded vigorously: "No problem, I buy breakfast, tofu brain, right? I know the old man likes it."

Song Zixuan smiled and hugged Tang Yaqi in his arms.

The morning was early this morning, because it was Saturday, Tang Yaqi didn't go to class, so she bought breakfast and went straight to the entrance of Fangjing Home's alley.

At this time, Song Zixuan was already waiting there.

The two walked into the alley hand in hand. As soon as they entered the yard, they saw Fang Jingzhi sitting in the yard with a palm-leaf fan.

"Grandpa, I see you are here."

Song Zixuan walked up to him with a smile. Fang Jingyi was also happy to see them coming.

"Oh, my grandson is here, and my grandson-in-law, boy, why don't you study "Yongshen Lu"? Why are you here?"
To be continued...