Chapter 58 It smells so good
Mo Qingyan chopped up some sand ginger and put it into the dipping dish. Then heat the oil in a pan and pour in the peanut oil.
When the oil in the pot reaches a suitable temperature, pour in the soy sauce immediately.
The oil in the pot suddenly started to crackle.
The fragrant aroma of peanut soy sauce immediately overflowed from the pot.
Mo Qingyan immediately turned off the fire, then ladled some of the hot oil in the pot directly into the dipping dish. The scalding hot oil immediately burned the sand ginger in the dipping dish, making a sizzling sound.
When all the noise in the dipping dish has died down, the rich aroma of the combination of sand ginger and peanut soy sauce immediately hits your nose.
If you get close, you can only smell the aroma of the dipping sauce, but you can't smell the aroma of the roast chicken at all.
Song Beichen, who had already lost the game, had just put down his phone with a dejected look on his face. After smelling the fragrance, he immediately walked to Mo Qingyan's side.
He stared at the dipping saucer, "Brother Mo, what is this? Why does it smell so good?"
Mo Qingyan said: "Sand ginger dip, for the white-cut chicken."
"Boiled chicken?" Song Beichen blinked, pointed at the plate of yellow skin and white meat of the chicken next to him, which was beautifully presented, and asked Mo Qingyan in surprise, "Brother Mo, is your chicken ready?"
Mo Qingyan said: "Yes, it's done."
I have to say that the chickens selected by Langweige are of really good variety. It is indeed authentic free-range chicken, with firm meat and hard but not brittle bones.
"Is it done?" Song Beichen looked at the poached chicken that looked shiny and greasy but had no fragrance at all. Why did he feel that the chicken seemed to have no taste?
Isn’t it better than the dipping sauce?
It's completely different from the beef offal that Brother Mo made before.
"Brother Mo, are you sure this chicken is really done? Don't you want to take another look at it?"
Song Beichen didn't want to doubt it, but when he smelled the chicken, it really had almost no smell.
Compared with Lang Yueming's roast chicken, the chicken made by Mo Qingyan was simply cooked and then chopped and served on the table.
Isn’t the chicken made in this way too casual?
Accepting Song Beichen's suspicious gaze, Mo Qingyan said firmly: "I said, this dish is already ready. No need to process it anymore."
"Oh well."
Since Mo Qingyan had said so, Song Beichen didn't know what to say.
However, he looked at the poached chicken with yellow skin and white meat. It looked good, but he had no appetite. Why?
Maybe I’ve been eating too well recently?
The audience in the live broadcast room were also dumbfounded when they saw the poached chicken prepared by Mo Qingyan.
"No way, it's done already?"
"This chicken seems to be cooked by soaking it in water, right? What's the difference between this and cooking it directly?"
"I saw that apart from the dipping sauce, there was not even a bit of salt or a drop of oil on the chicken! Is this edible?"
"The chicken cooked this way has no taste at all. How can you eat it this way?"
"What's wrong with Mo Ge? Why are you doing this?"
"Yeah, the chicken cooked this way has no taste at all. The dipping sauce next to it looks more appetizing than the chicken. How can it compare to the roast chicken next door?"
"That roasted chicken is really beautiful! It smells delicious just by looking at it. Brother Mo might lose this time."
"It's over. Could it be that Brother Mo doesn't know how to do it?"
"That shouldn't be possible. Cooking chicken is such a simple thing. Just stew it, stir-fry it, or deep-fry it. It's such a simple thing! Otherwise, you can roast it like Lang Yueming did!"
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The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't understand why Mo Qingyan wanted to make this boiled chicken dish.
This doesn't seem to have any culinary content at all.
Gao Moqi in front of the screen had different ideas from the other viewers.
When he saw the white-cut chicken in front of the camera, he blurted out two words, "Win."
Just by looking at it, Gao Moqi knew that Mo Qingya's chicken had already won.
"This chicken is interesting." Gao Moqi felt sorry that he was not there and could not taste the chicken.
Gao Moqi has been a judge for Lang Yueming and even for Lang Yueming's grandfather.
He had eaten the traditional roast chicken made by Grandpa Lang Yueming.
The taste is indeed unique and delicious.
The materials used are bold and precise.
But when it comes to true boldness and originality, it has to be Mo Qingyan.
Because the chicken itself has no taste.
Therefore, when many people cook chicken, the first thing that comes to their mind is to add various seasonings.
I think the chicken cooked in this way is delicious.
But now, Mo Qingyan did the opposite.
Every dish he prepared was beyond Gao Moqi's expectations.
Every dish can bring different surprises to Gao Moqi.
Gao Moqi suddenly felt a little regretful. The answer was that he came here to be a judge in the competition.
Otherwise, he might be sitting in Langwei Pavilion now and tasting Mo Qingyan's boiled chicken.
When the two dishes were placed in front of Zhou Ningren and the other two guest judges, the contrast was too stark.
A roasted chicken, the whole chicken is plump and juicy, with bright and attractive color and fragrant aroma.
A dish of chicken with yellow skin and white meat that has been cut. The presentation looked very beautiful, but the white chicken looked too white and had no fragrance at all. It feels bland and unappetizing.
These two dishes are completely opposite ends of the spectrum.
"Is this the chicken you made?" Lang Yueming looked at Mo Qingyan's poached chicken and felt a little dumbfounded.
Later, Lang Yueming was busy looking at his roast chicken and no longer stared at Mo Qingyan.
So, now that the chicken is cooked, I thought Mo Qingyan turned on the fire to cook it later.
However, even if it is cooked, it only looks cooked.
The chicken is white and you can tell at first glance that it has no seasoning.
"Yes." Mo Qingyan said with her hands behind her back, "This is the poached chicken I made. It needs to be eaten with dipping sauce."
"You must be kidding. Your chicken was cooked and then you just cut it up and put it on the plate. You call this a dish?"
At this moment, Lang Yueming felt that his decision to compete with Mo Qingyan was extremely stupid.
The person in front of me doesn't look like someone who can cook.
He is a state-banquet chef, and he is competing with someone who can't even cook. If this gets out, people will think he is bullying Mo Qingyan!
"Anyone can make a simple boiled chicken like this. Are you looking down on me by using this to compete with me?"
Lang Yueming felt greatly insulted.
Mo Qingyan disagreed and said, "Although this dish is simple, simplicity does not necessarily mean that it will not taste good. How do you know that this dish is not good before you even taste it?"
Lang Yueming laughed angrily, "Do we need to taste this dish that doesn't require any cooking skills?"
"The simpler the dish, the more it tests the chef's cooking skills, isn't it?" Mo Qingyan never thought that simple dishes were easy to make.
On the contrary, the simpler the dish, the easier it is to make. But to do it well and outstandingly is the most difficult thing.
Therefore, the simpler the dishes, the easier it is to test the chef's cooking skills.
Mo Qingyan's words made Lang Yueming unable to refute, because what Mo Qingyan said was indeed very reasonable.
"Zhou Ningren, don't you have anything to say?" Lang Yueming couldn't argue with Mo Qingyan. Seeing Zhou Ningren sitting there calmly without saying a word, he instantly shifted his target.
Lang Yueming also understood Zhou Ningren's character. He was arrogant and proud, and ordinary chefs would not be able to catch his eye, and the same went for ordinary dishes.
He just didn't believe that Zhou Ningren could eat the boiled chicken made by Mo Qingyan.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Ningren said calmly, "If you haven't eaten this dish, you are not qualified to comment on it, right? Just as Mr. Mo said, the simpler the dish, the more it can reflect the chef's cooking skills. Some dishes cannot be judged by appearance. You have to eat them before you can comment on them."
"Zhou Ningren, when did you become so easy to talk to?"
Lang Yueming discovered that Zhou Ningren's attitude towards Mo Qingyan was completely different. From the beginning to now, Zhou Ningren had been speaking for Mo Qingyan.
He asked suspiciously, "Zhou Ningren, are you two in the same group? Did you plan to come to our Langwei Pavilion to cause trouble?"
Before Zhou Ningren could say anything, Mo Qingyan could no longer stand Lang Yueming's nagging.
"I say, do you want to compete or not? If you keep talking like that, your roast chicken will get cold, right? Or are you afraid of losing to me?"
"How can I, a state-class chef, lose to an amateur chef like you? What a joke." Lang Yueming snorted coldly, "Okay, since you are so eager to lose, I will grant your wish. Please let the three judges begin."
Lang Yueming didn't think he would lose at all.
In his opinion, if he really lost to Mo Qingyan, an amateur chef, then he, a state banquet-level chef, would be a big joke.
The first thing we tasted was Lang Yueming’s roast chicken.
Lang Yueming's roast chicken was taken out straight after it was roasted.
The temperature isn't that hot anymore.
Just the entrance.
Zhou Ningren and the other two put on specific disposable gloves.
Then he started to touch the roast chicken.
The outside of the roast chicken has cooled down, but the inside is still hot.
The moment the chicken is chopped open, the aroma hits your nose.
The other two customers ate with great satisfaction.
"This is the taste. This roast chicken can only be eaten at Langwei Pavilion. I can't eat such delicious roast chicken anywhere else."
"Yes, the roast chicken made by Lang Yueming tastes exactly the same as his grandfather's. It tastes so good."
Are they exactly the same?
After Zhou Ningren ate it, he felt that it was still a little lacking.
Because he had eaten the roast chicken made by Lang Yueming’s grandfather, and that roast chicken tasted better than this one.
Lang Yueming had heard the comments from those two customers so many times that he naturally didn't care about them anymore.
He only looked at Zhou Ningren. Among the three, although Zhou Ningren was not a gourmet, as a chef, his evaluation could be considered professional.
"How does it taste?" Lang Yueming asked Zhou Ningren.
"It tastes okay." Zhou Ningren commented, "But not as good as your grandfather's."
Lang Yueming had already known that he would not hear good comments from Zhou Ningren, so getting the four-word evaluation of "the taste is okay" was already pretty good.
As for the fact that the roast chicken he made was not as good as his grandfather's, he admitted that it was indeed true.
The two guests also said that the roast chicken he made tasted the same as his grandfather's. Obviously the evaluation is not very accurate.
Next, it was Mo Qingyan’s boiled chicken that we ate.
After rinsing his mouth, Zhou Ningren reached out his chopsticks to the chicken leg of the boiled chicken.
Zhou Ningren saw that the poached chicken was not cooked, but soaked in water.
When picking up the chicken leg, Zhou Ningren clearly saw the yellow chicken skin, which shook twice very elastically.
This chicken skin looks very
Zhou Ningren dipped the chicken in the sauce, and the snow-white chicken was immediately stained with the color of the sauce.
The chicken skin also becomes more shiny and smooth.
Zhou Ningren bit down the piece, skin and meat included.
The chicken was actually torn off the bone intact, with juice dripping out.
This chicken is boneless.
If you want to make the chicken boneless, it must be cooked very well.
However, if the chicken is overcooked, it will become tough.
However, Mo Qingyan's poached chicken did not become dry, but the chicken meat was unusually tender and juicy.
Zhou Ningren was immediately amazed by the taste of the poached chicken.
Smells so good!
This fragrance is not only the fragrance of the dipping sauce, but also the fragrance of the chicken.
That is the most original flavor of chicken.
The most surprising thing is that the chicken skin is crispy and very chewy.
It was the first time that Zhou Ningren had eaten such crispy chicken skin.
Although at the beginning, he knew that Mo Qingyan put the chicken in hot water and then in ice water in order to make the chicken skin chewier.
But he really didn't expect that the chicken skin could be so crispy and chewy.
Moreover, the chicken is very well selected, neither fat nor lean, so even if you eat the chicken skin alone, it will not feel greasy.
On the contrary, the more you chew the chicken skin, the aroma of chicken fat begins to spread in your mouth.
It's the kind that becomes more delicious the more you chew it.
The chicken skin is crispy and the chicken meat is incredibly tender and juicy.
The chicken is so tender that it seems to go straight down your throat without any chewing. It is so silky and smooth.
This poached chicken originally has no taste, but when dipped in the sauce, the taste instantly improves by dozens of levels.
The dipping sauce seemed to give the poached chicken a soul, with a very rich taste of peanut oil and sand ginger. Especially the taste of sand ginger.
The taste of sand ginger is very strange. Although it is said to be fragrant, it is not really fragrant. But it has a very peculiar smell.
Some people can't stand the smell.
However, this unique combination of sand ginger, peanut oil and soy sauce not only does not cover up the aroma of the poached chicken, but instead completely brings out the aroma of the chicken.
The first taste Zhou Ningren recognized was the deliciousness of chicken.
The taste of galangal is like the best supporting characters in a movie.
The chicken, the protagonist, is brought out in a different way.
Zhou Ningren couldn't help but use his chopsticks to pick up the chicken breast.
If chicken legs are tender and smooth, then chicken breast is generally the toughest part.
On the contrary, the chicken breast of this poached chicken is not dry at all.
Although it is not as tender as chicken thighs, it is full of meatiness and tastes very fragrant.
This poached chicken is fat, tender and delicious, with its original flavor. Your mouth will be filled with the aroma of chicken when you eat it.
It’s so fragrant and delicious!
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ningren picked up his chopsticks for the third time.
The other two guest judges saw that Zhou Ningren actually picked up piece after piece.
I couldn't help but wonder, could this chicken really be delicious?
Originally they didn't want to eat at all, but when they saw Zhou Ningren eating so happily, they couldn't help but pick up their chopsticks.
After eating it, I found that I couldn't stop eating it.
"This chicken is so fragrant, tender and delicious."
"How can it be so delicious? I have never eaten such delicious chicken before."
They seemed to be possessed, picking up the poached chicken with chopsticks one by one, eating until their mouths were full of oil, and they couldn't stop at all.
When they were eating the roast chicken just now, although these two thought it was delicious, they didn't eat it as crazily as they are now.
This obvious change makes it easy to tell which dish is better.
No need to say anything.
"How can this chicken be delicious? Are you guys playing me?" Lang Yueming was very surprised.
Zhou Ningren only took one bite of his roast chicken.
But how many bites of Mo Qingyan’s boiled chicken did he eat?
This is five or six dollars, right?
The other two people couldn't stop eating.
“It’s delicious. It’s so good.”
“I’ve never eaten such delicious chicken.”
The two guest judges expressed their thoughts after eating the poached chicken without any hesitation.
They really didn't want to eat this white thing. This chicken was just like its name, it was not appetizing at all.
However, after eating it, I found it really delicious!
Zhou Ningren* said directly: "I give full marks to this boiled chicken."
The other two judges echoed the sentiment.
"I give it full marks too."
"It has to be full marks! This poached chicken tastes better than roasted chicken."
"Impossible." Lang Yueming didn't believe that the boiled chicken could be better than the roasted chicken he carefully roasted.
He picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in his mouth.
He chewed quickly, and then he was stunned.
The chewing movement in his mouth began to slow down, and he slowly began to savor the taste.
The crispy chicken skin, the tender chicken meat, and the fresh fragrance in the mouth, even though Lang Yueming had prejudices in his heart, he was completely conquered by this poached chicken.
At this moment, he finally understood why Mo Qingyan wanted to give the chicken hot and cold baths.
The purpose is to keep the chicken skin from separating from the chicken meat while still making it crispy.
In the end, Mo Qingyan did not cook the chicken directly over fire. Instead, he used boiling water to cook the whole chicken.
After more than an hour, the whole chicken is just cooked through but not completely soaked.
If the chicken is overcooked, the meat will be tough and woody.
However, this poached chicken is cooked but not thoroughly, and the soaking method allows the essence of the whole chicken to be completely locked in.
Therefore, even the bones of this chicken are fragrant.
In other words, the chicken tastes like chicken.
His roast chicken is delicious, but because he puts too much seasoning, the original flavor of the chicken is lost.
Mo Qingyan's white-cut chicken perfectly illustrates what it means to return to nature.
Lang Yueming swallowed the chicken in his mouth, looked at Mo Qingyan deeply, and said, "I lost."
He lost, a loss that was beyond his expectations, a loss that was unexpected, and a loss that was complete.
He remembered how he had looked down on Mo Qingyan just now, and even felt that he was insulting himself and their ancestral roast chicken by using this boiled chicken to compete with his own ancestral roast chicken.
Now, he was slapped in the face.
This face was hit so painfully.
"I told you a long time ago not to be too confident." Zhou Ningren smiled. Look, he just told Lang Yueming not to be too confident.
Look, you lost.
But we can’t blame Lang Yueming. After all, who would have thought that an amateur chef could have such superb cooking skills.
"You also lost to him." Lang Yueming turned his head and looked at Zhou Ningren, "Otherwise, with your personality, would you always support him?"
Zhou Ningren's smile disappeared.
That's right, he lost too.
"So there's no need to laugh at ninety-nine steps out of a hundred."
After Lang Yueming counterattacked Zhou Ningren, he turned around and asked Mo Qingyan: "How did you come up with this idea? Boiled chicken, I have never heard of this method before."
"That's when I started to know this white-sliced dish." Mo Qingyan said, "In the future, this dish may become a home-cooked dish that every household will cook."
Lang Yueming was a little surprised and asked, "Are you willing to disclose this secret recipe?"
You know, whether in China or abroad, some self-created dishes are kept very confidential.
After all, every homemade dish is equivalent to money.
Just like when he was making roast chicken just now, he didn't allow the cameraman to film.
After all, this ancestral roast chicken is the signature dish of their Langwei Pavilion.
It's a heritage.
However, from what Mo Qingyan said just now, it seemed that she was going to reveal the secret recipe of the boiled chicken.
Lang Yueming was very surprised.
"Secret recipe? This white-cut chicken is very simple to make. Anyone who has seen it can make it. It's not really a secret recipe. And..."
Mo Qingyan pointed at the cameraman behind her and said, "I am live streaming right now. There are millions of people watching in my live studio at the same time. They can see the entire process of me cooking clearly, without reservation. So, do you think this dish needs to be kept secret?"
Song Beichen echoed, "That's right, it's just a small white-cut chicken. Our brother Mo has made many amazing dishes. When he was cooking, the whole process was live-streamed. If anyone wants to learn, they can just watch the live video and learn."
The words of the two made Lang Yueming and even Zhou Ningren and others couldn't help but stand in awe.
Mo Qingyan actually live-broadcasted the entire process of her cooking, which was equivalent to making all her dishes public.
That's equivalent to wasting money!
There are really few people in this world who can't get along with money.
"Are you really an amateur chef?" Lang Yueming wanted to confirm one last time.
He still couldn't believe that an amateur chef could cook like this.
Mo Qingyan smiled, "It couldn't be more amateurish."
"So what is your main occupation?"
Lang Yueming believed that even if Mo Qingyan’s main occupation was not a chef, it might be a profession related to cooking.
Unexpectedly, Mo Qingyan said: "My main job, the prodigal son."
"What the hell?" Lang Yueming was a little confused.
Mo Qingyan answered solemnly again: "Let me introduce myself again. I'm Mo Qingyan, an amateur chef. My main job is to spend money. My usual job is to work hard to spend money."
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