Chapter 32 It’s all up to Uncle Master’s arrangement

Luo He looked at Fu Ming through the white air rising from the copper pot and said:

"The problem is that it's spicy but not spicy enough."

Fu Ming's eyes changed slightly.

"Sichuan cuisine draws on the strengths of many different cuisines. It not only wins with spicy food, but the key point lies in the spiciness."

Luo He glanced at the clear bottom of the pot and said:

"Jindu is located in a plain and is rich in grain. Therefore, Jindu hot pot was the first to use rapeseed oil instead of butter as the base oil, hence the name 'clear oil hot pot'."

"As for clear oil hot pot, it pays attention to freshness, freshness, numbness and spicyness."

Luo He raised his head and said: "This soup base is made refreshing and spicy, but the spiciness is not enough, resulting in the umami flavor not being fully stimulated, which is a big problem."

There was deathly silence in the dining room, except for the sound of the hot pot rolling.

Senior Brother Qian Wang's face was blank and he didn't understand at all. He looked at Luo He on his left and Master on his right.

I saw the master's expression ranging from displeasure, to suspicion, to a hint of shock.

In front of his apprentice, Fu Ming bowed his hands and said:

"Can you elaborate further, little friend Luo He?"

Qian Wang's expression froze, and he couldn't believe his ears.

Listening to the meaning of these words, it seems that Luo He really got it right?

"I only have a brief understanding of Sichuan cuisine. If I make any mistakes, please forgive me."

Luo He returned the gift with his hand in hand and showed humility, then stood up, observed the dishes on the table, and said:

"Sichuan flavor techniques are inclusive of all rivers. There are more than ten types of spicy flavor, which can be divided into fresh, dry, garlic, black soy, braised..."

Fu Ming listened to Luo He report all the flavor types in one breath, and his surprise was beyond words.

"Your hot pot uses green peppercorns as the raw material and has a refreshing aroma as the main flavor. However, the aroma of the peppers is not enough, resulting in a lack of freshness."

Luo He sat down again, took a sip of tea, and said, "I have to say, it's a big regret."

The private room fell into dead silence again.

Qian Wang finally understood half of the sentence.

Got it, it's not fresh enough.

Observing the strange expression on his master's face, Qian Wang immediately stood up and said:

"I'll go to the kitchen and get some MSG!"

"sit down."

Fu Ming asked Qian Wang to sit down angrily, and then looked at Luo He, his tone and demeanor already sounded like he was communicating with his peers:

"Actually, I was aware of this problem. But I didn't expect that you could pick out the fault after just one taste."

After saying this, Fu Ming paused for a moment, and said with emotion in his tone: "The future generations are to be feared."

Luo He's heart moved and asked:

"It's not the technique that limits you, but the raw materials, right?"

Fu Ming is a professional Sichuan cuisine chef. With his cooking skills, it is impossible not to realize this, so the reason lies in the raw materials.

Luo He guessed that Fu Ming lacked enough fragrant peppers, which caused the problem.

"I really can't hide anything from you."

Fu Ming's eyes flickered and he sat down to drink tea, feeling impressed.

You can have such insights at such a young age.

What Luo He said is true. His specialty lies in his cooking skills, and he is a particularly good one.

Seeing that Fu Ming didn't want to talk more, Luo He didn't go into details, and walked down the steps to his colleagues, saying:

"I'm just picky about my taste. There's nothing to say about your cooking skills."

Fu Ming glanced at Luo He and said, "Then how does my cooking compare with yours?"

Luo He turned a deaf ear and raised his chopsticks to signal: "Eat the food, eat the food."

Fu Ming didn't care and said with a smile: "Yes, the candidate recommended by Master Li is indeed outstanding. Qian Wang, eat food."

Although he was wronged, Fu Ming favored Luo He more and his smile became wider.

Qian Wang was observing the words and expressions.

I know that Luo He's insights just now deeply moved Master.

If this continues, it is not impossible for Luo He to be directly accepted as a disciple.

"Could it be that I really need an extra junior brother today?" Qian Wang thought to himself.

As Fu Ming sat down and moved his chopsticks, the atmosphere on the table relaxed, and the sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks sounded again.

Qian Wang heard that the two of them had been chatting for a long time and had been craving for hot pot for a long time. He boiled a piece of fat sheep to taste and smacked his lips.

Still the same, very delicious.

But after listening to Luo He's words and thinking about it carefully, it seems that it's not spicy enough... It's really weird.

The master and the apprentice each had their own thoughts, and they picked up the vegetables in silence for a long time.

When Luo He saw Fu Ming deliberately not touching the hot pot, as if he was angry, he couldn't help laughing and said:

"Actually, I can reprocess this hot pot. It should taste better."

Fu Ming was stunned and said: "But you don't know my specific method and formula, how to process it?"

"It's okay." Luo He said, "I've already guessed it."

A series of questions suddenly appeared in Fu Ming's heart.

You just tasted it a few times and looked at it a few times. Can you guess the recipe and how to make it?

If this is true, you are a master who is better than the master!

Fu Ming was suspicious in his heart, but without saying anything, he wanted to see Luo He's cooking skills and said:

"I'll ask the waiter to bring the hot pot and take you to the kitchen."

Luo He nodded and left the box under the guidance of the waiter.

After looking at Luo He who was leaving, Qian Wang whispered:

"Master, if he can really process the soup base, do you plan to accept him as your disciple and become my junior brother?"

Junior brother is here, so I don’t have to taste the dishes in the future. Qian Wang thought happily.

Fu Ming glared at Qian Wang and said:

"If he can reprocess it for me today, then he is not your junior brother, but your senior uncle!"

Qian Wang was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.

Not really.

I haven’t found my junior brother. Is there another senior uncle?

ten minutes later.

Luo He returned to the private seat with the reprocessed hot pot.

"It's a bit cold. I heated it up again after processing. Let's take advantage of it while it's hot." Luo He greeted.

The clear oil hot pot is dark red and shiny, and the color of the chili pepper is attractive. You can hardly tell the difference from the original.

However, Fu Ming sniffed his nose, with surprise in his eyes.

Qian Wang couldn't help but said: "Hey, it seems to smell really good?"

Luo He did not explain, but smiled and said: "Try it and see."

Qian Wang hesitated.

Fu Ming glanced at him and nodded slightly.

Qian Wang picked up the bowl and chopsticks, rinsed the tender lamb rolls, put them into his mouth with the red soup while they were still hot, and stared wide-eyed.

After a while, Qian Wang looked hesitant and said, "Master, I can't tell, but the taste does seem to have changed."

Fu Ming had already smelled the spicy aroma and said:

"Let me try it."

He rinsed a piece of hairy tripe and took it out within a few seconds. Tasting the tender, crispy, spicy and delicious taste of the tripe, his eyes were a little shocked.

The spicy flavor that was slightly lacking just now was actually made up for!

"Luo He, how did you do it? What ingredients were added and what secret recipe was used?" Fu Ming asked a series of questions.
To be continued...