Chapter 401: It turns out that the taste in memory is pepper

"Boss Chen, you're wrong. I'm a regular customer. How can you mock me this way? This dish is too much different from what I ate in the morning. Are you looking for someone to make it?" Some angry said to Chen Tian.
Chen Tian, ​​who was originally full of anticipation and confidence on his face, suddenly became ignorant after hearing these words. His own dish is much worse than the opposite leaf drop? Her body shuddered subconsciously, and then said angrily: "What do you ... what do you mean? What's so bad about this dish?"
The Chinese fat man also understood that what he said seemed overdone, so he calmed down and continued: "This morning, the tofu I ate at the Chen Jia Hotel opposite is not like this. It feels much tastier than this. Chen Jiao followed I said it was your newly developed method, what seasonings did you put in ... Oh, yes, it's peppercorns, and the whole dish is a bit numb, and it tastes spicy and spicy but extremely delicious. In addition to hemp, the garlic seedlings in it are also a big feature. They look the same as raw, but they are fried in the mouth. It ’s really amazing ... why, is n’t that what you made?
Chen Tian shook his head a little bit white: "No ..."
"It's weird. The whole Chinatown makes tofu better than you do. Are there other people?" The Chinese fat man continued to ask strangely.
Chen Tian didn't speak, but her face seemed to be even more ugly. She was always the first person in Chinatown to make tofu. Now Ye Chui is coming. Some people say that he is even more delicious than the tofu he made.
This makes Chen Tian feel that his authority has been violated!
She immediately angered the other side.
The Chinese fat man seemed to realize something, and quickly put down the spoon in his hand and followed.
Angel followed.
When the three came to the Chenjia Hotel opposite, because it was night, many people were already eating in the small hall. In addition to the Chenjia tofu (Mapo tofu), there were even some Chen The dishes sold in the restaurant-Ye Chuan is here to cook instead of the Chen Jia restaurant opposite, so if you order other dishes, Ye Chuan naturally also has to do it. For those dishes in the Chen's restaurant, Ye Chu naturally has no difficulty.
When Chen Tian walked into the hotel, several guests were happily complimenting with the hotel waiter—
"This dish is really good. It's even more delicious than what I had eaten before. Tell your boss that his sister's dishes have become more and more delicious recently."
"I have eaten this tofu of the Chen family many times before and I have made it myself. It is quite familiar, but today I am eating this dish for the first time. The newly added condiment called pepper Although it felt strange when I just started the entrance. But after getting familiar with it, I ca n’t stop it. This pepper is really amazing. "
"Okay, so good."
Most of these guests are Chinese, but some of them are native Americans.
Listening to these conversations, the expression on Chen Tian's face was even worse. She shouted: "Chen Jiao, you get out of here!"
"Here's coming." The tofu West Lion's voice couldn't tell Hong Liang, and Chen Jiao hurriedly got out of the back of the hotel. When he saw Chen Tian, ​​he moved slightly. Then he greeted him with a smile on his face, "Sister, why are you here? Isn't the business at this restaurant busy? Please come sit down."
In this way, Chen Jiao opened a chair next to Chen Tian.
As a result, Chen Tian kicked the chair away with one foot: "Don't give me this set, what do you mean?"
"What do you mean, I can't understand what you said," Chen Jiao said confusedly.
"Don't pretend, let Ye Chui make another tofu for me to try!" Chen Tian seemed calm. She sat down on a stool next to her and said angrily, "The bully has bullied the old lady. I want to see how delicious his tofu is!"
"Sister, don't do this ..." Chen Jiao also tried to persuade her sister.
But in the end, Chen Tian's eyes widened, and Chen Jiao swallowed all the next words: "Okay, okay, sister, don't regret it. The tofu made by Master Ye Chui really has nothing to say."
After saying a few words, seeing Chen Tian's face getting darker, Chen Jiao hurriedly ran to the back of the hotel. The Chinese fat man had already found a place to sit down at this time, and hurriedly shouted in the back: "Don't forget And my copy. "
Ye Tian knew about Chen Tian ’s arrival at the hotel. Han Yuyan was outside the hotel lobby at that time. He just saw the situation just now. Before Chen Jiao found Ye Cui, she ran to the kitchen to report Give Ye Chui what happened just now, Ye Cui is cooking in the kitchen, Li Xiuyun and Tang Shanshan who came over this afternoon are helping to start, and hearing He Yuyan's report, Ye Cui laughed: "Here comes so soon ? That's right. "
Chen Jiao hurried in: "Two servings of Mapo tofu, Master Ye Chui, I think my sister really got angry this time. Come and taste what your taste of Mapo tofu is, please hurry and make it . "
"Wait a moment, two servings of Mapo Tofu will be ready soon." Ye Chui said, smiling and impatient.
After a while, two hot plates of Mapo Tofu were freshly prepared, and Ye Chui walked out of the kitchen with two plates of Mapo Tofu and came to the hotel lobby.
Chen Tianzheng was sulking on the stool, seeing Ye Chui came in and snorted coldly. As for the Chinese fat man sitting on one side, his eyes were sharp, and he stood up with a smile on his face to help Ye Chui serve a plate of mabo. The tofu came in front of him, and he couldn't wait to enjoy it. Ye Cui put the other side in front of Chen Tian: "Master Chen, please taste this dish, how is it better than your Chen family's tofu."
"It has been a long time since Chinatown challenged the Chen family's tofu!" Chen Tian said coldly.
"You're wrong, this is not Chen family's tofu, this is called Mapo tofu." Ye Cui corrected with a smile, "This dish originated from your Chen family, the original name was called Mapo tofu, Chen family tofu This name is the name your family used when they came to Chinatown. As for why the name was changed, I think I can also guess some reasons. "
"what reason?"
"You know it after you eat this dish."
Ye Cui continued to smile and said, picked up the spoon and handed it to Chen Tian.
Chen Tian snorted again and picked up the spoon. Impatiently, she scooped up a spoonful of tofu along with the soup, and looked carefully. She was very angry now, but besides being angry, she had some nervousness. The dish is her specialty. In this dish, her efforts may not be matched by anyone in the world. She does not believe that someone can win herself in this dish. She has also met someone before. Come to challenge, but no one can make her such delicious Mapo tofu, but today is different. The previous evaluation of the Chinese fat man and the conversation in the hotel lobby have told her many things, this leaf The dishes made by Choi, maybe ... really more delicious than myself?
With this disturbed psychology, Chen Tian put a spoonful of tofu into his mouth.
Spicy, soup, fragrant, tender, fresh ...
As a connoisseur of this dish, Chen Tian first tasted these kinds of flavors. These flavors stimulated her tongue. They are the most familiar, but from these flavors, this dish is no worse than her. However, this feeling of enjoyment just appeared soon, and another taste appeared unexpectedly.
hemp.
The tongue is very sensitive to this taste. The feeling of numbness quickly broke out of the surroundings surrounded by several other flavors, landed on her taste nerve, and occupied the main position in an instant.
When eating this dish, Chen Tian ate it with a discerning feeling, so the moment this strange taste appeared, she would immediately spit out what was in her mouth, judging how unsatisfactory Ye Ye ’s dish was, but only suddenly In between, she was stunned again.
"This taste ..."
Her eyes widened suddenly.
A long time ago, at that time, my father had not passed away. For the signature of his family's chef, he practiced the dish of Chen's tofu every day, and every time he made it, he gave it to Chen Tian.
At that time, Chen Tiancai was eight years old. She could n’t hate this dish made by her father, but she would never like it. Especially, one of the flavors made her feel very painful every time she ate it.
Along with time and time again, she had a great disgust for the taste.
Suddenly, my father died of illness like that, and no one knew that the craft was not good, but still insisted on making the tofu dish, so she suddenly began to miss the taste.
Among the special dishes that disgusted her.
Even gradually, she began to think that the taste was actually not annoying. The strange taste was actually so refreshing, but she could never taste that taste again.
She diligently recalled some of the cooking tips her father taught her to cook. This dish was made time and time again. She made this dish a representative dish in Chinatown. She made this dish the most famous dish. One, but ... the taste in memory never appeared again.
Her father ’s craftsmanship is not as good, or even as good as her. The dish of Chen ’s tofu never shines in his hands. The taste of the dish, the strange taste that once loathed now.
What is that taste?
She suddenly remembered the Mapo tofu after eating Yehui.
This is the taste.
It's this numb feeling.
It's annoying, but it has a different kind of refreshing feeling, which is matched with the spicy taste, as if it can greatly stimulate the secretion of adrenaline, and feel the value and beauty of the food.
"Zanthoxylum ..." She murmured what she had said about the fat Chinese, "It turns out that the taste in memory is Zanthoxylum." (To be continued ...)
ps: The chapter numbers of the first two chapters are wrong, so this is chapter 401 ~~~~~ This is the fourth change, and it will be changed every day for the next few days ~~~~ so I recommend the monthly ticket ~~~ ~~~~
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