When the large refrigerator arrived, the head chef made a special trip to check it out.
I was so envious.
In the end, they simply divided the large refrigerator in two, using one half to store items that were difficult to store in the cafeteria, and the other half for the people in the research institute.
The head chef put down the spoon he had just raised in fear, and it fell shakily to the ground. So it wasn't aimed at him after all; that's good...
The cold buns were skillfully placed into the steamer, since they were already cooked, so it didn't take long.
Counting them from the side, I opened the cage, and the white bun shaped like a cat inside looked even cuter.
The head chef wiped his hands and even rinsed his mouth, being quite meticulous. These people would only cook if they tasted his food properly before making it...
Once the steamed bun was in his hands, he wet his hands with cold water. His skin was thick and tough from working in the cafeteria, so he wasn't afraid of getting burned. He broke it in half...
In an instant, the aroma of the steamed buns filled the air, and even the onlookers swallowed hard.
The head chef finished his meal in a few bites, then frowned and asked his assistant for a piece of paper and pen. He slowly wrote down the ingredients he had tasted.
Everything else is fine, but there's one main ingredient...
You can't taste any ginger in it, yet it still has a wonderful aroma. What did they use?
Shi Lingheng knew that Fan Xiaofan didn't eat ginger. He didn't know it at first, but after eating at Fan Yunyan's house a few times, he noticed that when there was ginger, she would unconsciously slow down her eating speed.
Later I learned that all these dumplings and buns used other methods to replace ginger in order to enhance the aroma of the filling.
The head chef used to be a highly sought-after chef; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to become a cafeteria cook at the research institute. But now that there are fewer dishes, he has less room to perform each day, which is quite boring.
Now that these people have brought him a steamed bun and asked him to make it even better, it has actually piqued his interest.
The shape of the steamed buns is easy to figure out. Although the chef's hands have been rusty for so many years, he can still make them himself after taking a look and trying a few. He can even make more elaborate designs.
But this filling...
Everyone stared intently at him, and when he paused, they held their breath, not wanting to disturb his thoughts.
What exactly is this seasoning?
The head chef thought carefully. In their canteen, even if they didn't add minced ginger, they would use ginger water to enhance the aroma of the steamed buns.
Because they felt that without ginger, the filling wouldn't taste perfect.
Here, it seems they used something else instead; to be honest, the flavor is a bit thin. The head chef thinks it would taste much better if they used ginger…
But there must be a reason why this person cleverly chooses not to use it.
"Is it because the people eating these buns don't like ginger?"
The old men and women exchanged glances. What? There are still people who don't eat ginger? In those days, resources were scarce, and people would eat anything. Ginger was an indispensable seasoning when cooking. If you were even a little late to the supply and marketing cooperative, it would be sold out.
"Xiao Fan doesn't eat ginger..."
"I didn't know that this thing was sent by that brat, who would have guessed..."
"Alright, alright, everyone stop shouting. Let's all shut up and ask someone, we'll know..."
They naturally couldn't ask Zhang Wenyue and He Zizhao about this. They had only been Fan Xiaofan's assistants for a short time, so how could they know what Fan Xiaofan's food preferences were...
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