Food Circle Plug-in Emperor

  Chapter 37 Control of Surface Hand Feel

   The beans were steamed, and Zhang Zhen added some nuts to it.

   Then, while weighing, add an appropriate amount of all-purpose flour and glutinous rice flour.

  After stirring evenly, Zhang Zhen said to Fu Yu: "Xiao Fu, come on, help me knead the dumplings."

   Kneading dumplings is a quick job.

   The size and weight of the dumpling can be directly weighed, as long as the weight is the same and the shape of the kneaded dumpling is round.

However, it looks simple, but when you actually knead the dumplings, you will find that because all kinds of beans have not been peeled, the round appearance cannot be guaranteed at all, especially the eight-treasure sticky bean bun in the music restaurant, which is not wrapped with glutinous rice flour , directly exposing all the fillings.

   This is a test of the chef's skills.

  Zhang Zhen pinched very carefully, and he strictly controlled the strength of the palm and finger pulp when pressing.

  Fu Yu was affected, and corrected his attitude accordingly, holding his breath and turning his hands intently, fearing that the dumpling would not take shape if he didn't have enough strength, or that the dumpling would change shape if he was too strong.

   This really tests the awareness of the strength and control of the hands.

  Zhang Zhen quickly made a dumpling and placed it on a plate.

  Fu Yu also pinched one and put it down.

  But then, Fu Yu discovered the problem.

  Because of the difference in hand strength, although the ingredients of the dumplings made by him and Zhang Zhen are exactly the same, there are obvious differences in size.

  The dumpling that Zhang Zhen squeezed out is very big and very round, all the bean skins are firmly pressed, and the appearance looks smooth.

  The dumpling he made was obviously smaller in size, and two parts of the bean skin were raised, which looked like a crude imitation.

   "Yo, the speed is pretty fast!"

   Fu Yu turned around when he heard the sound, and saw a middle-aged man in a chef's uniform. He was not tall, but he was very fat. He laughed before speaking, and he looked very pleasing.

   This person has a very distinctive appearance, so Fu Yu knew at a glance that he had never seen him before.

  Zhang Zhen said with a smile: "Oh, the previous skills have long been returned to the master."

   After finishing speaking, he introduced: "This is the chef from Qianlima who came to help the cook, Fu Yu."

   "This is our interviewer, Ren Mingqing."

   Fu Yu hurriedly greeted: "Hello, Chef Ren."

  Ren Mingqing smiled and said: "I heard that the boss brought a handsome guy over to help the cook, and finally met the real person. Hello, hello!"

   While talking, Ren Mingqing's eyes fell on the two eight-treasure sticky bean buns on the plate.

   "This is not good, right?"

  Ren Mingqing frowned, looked up at Zhang Zhen: "Your technique is really backward, look, there are fingerprints on it!"

  Fu Yu panicked with embarrassment, just about to explain that the uglier one was pinched by himself, when he saw that Ren Mingqing stretched out his fingers to the dough made by Zhang Zhen.

   Fu Yu: "!"

  Zhang Zhen was not annoyed by being ridiculed, and said with a smile: "If you say that I have returned this skill to the master, I haven't had an interview for nearly ten years anyway, this skill is really good if I don't practice it for a day!"

   After finishing speaking, the voice changed: "Hey, you just came here, hurry up and guide us. The red case and the white case are really different, and the lines are separated like mountains!"

  Ren Mingqing took the disposable gloves and put them on, and began to demonstrate.

  Because the eight-treasure sticky bean bun in the music restaurant is a staple food, it will be placed on a plate according to the number of guests at each table. For a table of ten people, ten people will be steamed on one plate.

  Ren Mingqing skillfully dug out a piece of bean paste from the basin, weighed it in his palm, removed some with his fingers, weighed it again, and then quickly closed his palms to start making dumplings.

  His palms kneaded and pressed very quickly, and the ten fingers of both hands were kneaded and shaped as if they were hitting the keyboard.

  Fu Yu was stunned by this smooth technique.

   To put it bluntly, the white case is the same as the red case. If you want to truly strive for perfection and do your best, you still have to rely on the combination of talent and hard work.

  Ren Mingqing quickly made the dumplings and put them on the plate.

   It's round, obviously a lot bigger than Zhang Zhentuan's.

  Apart from the size, at first glance, the two dumplings are actually similar in appearance.

   But after comparison, it is for the layman to look at the size and the expert for details.

  Ren Mingqing is a good noodle chef and a good teacher.

  After the first dumpling was sampled, he kneaded another one.

This time, while kneading, he gave verbal guidance: "The most important thing in kneading dumplings is the strength of your hands. If you knead them too tightly, they will be small in size, and they will appear to be sticky when placed on the plate. Sticky bean buns are not luxury ingredients. Can find ways to improve in taste and appearance."

   "In terms of weight, if you are not confident about your hand feel, it is best to weigh it first. As for pinching, you must use your fingers to cooperate with your palm, like this"

  Ren Mingqing put the dumplings he made on a plate, and instructed Zhang Zhen and Fu Yu to make the dumplings.

   Fu Yu knew that he had squeezed too hard just now, so he purposely relaxed his strength this time, kneading with his fingertips and palms in a similar manner.

  Zhang Zhen finished it first. After careful observation, it is indeed much better than before.

   Fu Yu was half a minute late before pinching it.

  He just put the dumpling on the plate, when an electronic prompt sounded in his ear:

【Ding! Reward for the title of Rising Chef: Congratulations for obtaining the personal skill of Ren Qingming, the NPC white case chef: mastering the texture of the noodle table (intermediate)]

  Fu Yu froze.

  【Control of the texture of the noodle table: When making large pastries and banquet snacks, the control of the texture is very important for the weight and shape of the ingredients. Possessing this personal skill allows you to have an intermediate level of hand feeling control, and can better make various pasta according to customer needs. This personal skill applies to all face-to-face jobs.]

  Fu Yu's eyes lit up!

   Unintentionally acquired Ren Mingqing's personal skills.

   This title of Rising Chef is really awesome!

  【Control of surface feel】

   This skill is a big treasure, and it is an intermediate level!

  In the future, will he be able to walk sideways when it comes to interviewing cases?

  Pinch whatever you want.

   Dumplings, wontons, cakes, biscuits.

   No, you can't stop at the intermediate level.

  If he can be promoted to a senior level, maybe he will have another way out in the future.

  Whether it’s opening a noodle shop or a dessert shop, isn’t that easy to do?

  Thinking of this, Fu Yu unknowingly looked at Ren Mingqing with fiery eyes.

  Ren Mingqing checked the two finished products on the plate.

   Needless to say, Zhang Zhen already had a foundation, and after a few pointers, he slowly caught up.

   On the other hand, this chef Fu, he can be seen as a novice, but he is quite talented.

  The size of the dumpling is not enough due to the lack of strength to control it, but the technique of kneading the dumpling just now is quite decent.

  For new interviewers, the requirements should not be too high.

  Ren Mingqing has a good personality, and the people under his opponents always give priority to encouragement, supplemented by encouragement.

  Ren Mingqing opened his mouth and said: "Fu Chu's dough is pretty good, and he has made great progress."

  Looking up, he happened to meet Fu Yu's eyes.

   Ho!

  Ren Mingqing's heart skipped a beat when he was stared at by Fu Yu's fiery eyes.

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  Fu Yu was eager to show off his newly acquired skills, so he took the initiative to say: "Chef Ren, can I trouble you to give me some pointers?"

  Ren Mingqing: "...of course."

  Fu Yu reached out and dug a piece of bean stuffing again, imitating Ren Mingqing's technique and weighing it.

   It's amazing!

  He could clearly feel that the weight in his hand was not enough, and it was almost there.

  So I dug out a small piece and added it, and weighed it again.

  This time is just right.

  Clasp hands together and knead.

   Quickly press the finger pulp skillfully.

soon.

  A dumpling was kneaded and placed on a plate.

  Fu Yu deliberately placed the newly made dumpling next to the one Ren Mingqing made before.

   Hatchback comparison.

  Whether it is the size, or the degree of smoothness, or even the processing of details.

   Exactly the same!

  Ren Mingqing: "."

  Come closer and take a closer look.

  Ren Mingqing's eyes widened slowly.

   Mouth cannot be closed

   What the hell?

  This mother is a genius!

  Ren Mingqing turned his head, raised his brows, and looked at Zhang Zhen with questioning eyes:? ? ?

   Zhang Zhen blinked, picked up the two dumplings and looked closely at them. After a while, he looked at Ren Mingqing, his eyes were full of:!

   Silent communication, but the same mind!

   This kid is absolutely pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

  If he has never learned face-to-face interviews, and hasn’t practiced for ten or eight years, he can have this skill, my mother

  Ren Mingqing looked at Fu Yu and froze for a second.

  The young man in front of me is at most in his early twenties.

  A red case in the back kitchen, how can there be ten or eight years of experience in white cases!

   This is totally God's reward!

  People are born with white case talent!

  Ren Mingqing understood this time, why Fu Yu looked at him with such hot eyes just now.

   These eyes are clearly eager to study!

  Maxima often exists, but bole does not often exist!

  When Ren Mingqing looked at Fu Yu again, his eyes became full of enthusiasm!

  (end of this chapter)