MTL - There Is Chef Yu In The Entertainment Circle-Chapter 64

The poor drama crew has only one camera. If you want to divide into AB groups, you ca n’t do both. After the filming of Yu Siyang in the film and television city, you have two days off. After the break, go to the location with the crew.

Coincidentally, it was another weekend. The little fat man who went to kindergarten didn't need to go. Xue Chengxiu moved his work backwards, freeing up time to accompany his family for a big vacation.

Dad and elder brother were playing with him at home, but the child Xue Yunmu was happy.

"Brother, is it okay to go for a picnic?" Xue Yunmu embraced Yu Siyang's legs, his eyes widened wide, and his small expression was especially cute.

Yu Siyang squatted down and looked up at the little guy, "Mumu wants to go for a picnic?"

"Well, Meimei's mom and dad took her to a picnic," Xue Yunmu stroked a big circle with his short arms, "There are so many, so many, delicious."

Yu Siyang: "..."

So, you actually want to eat so much, so much delicious, picnic is just an excuse.

"Okay, brother?" The fat man stretched out his arms and hugged Yang Yang's neck, and rubbed his brother's cheek with his face.

Mu Mu was so hard-working and adorable, Yu Siyang couldn't bear to refuse, but today the weather looks gloomy, and it is still cold wind. Is it a day to go out for a picnic and drink a northwest wind? !!

Yu Siyang quickly took out the steamed buns and diverted Xue Yunmu's attention.

"Pigs and pigs, pigs and pigs." Xue Yunmu saw the elder brother holding the buns, and immediately cheered, hoping to eat.

The buns made with the appearance of a fat pig have always been a favorite of little guys. The buns are filled with a light milky creamy stuffing, and the filling is also mixed with a bit of crushed walnuts. The buns are not like soup soup buns. The buns are so thin and the slightly thick buns are fully fermented. After being steamed, the buns are white and white, with a soft texture. The buns look like clouds, and the sweet aroma of egg milk and the fragrance of walnuts are combined together with the soft and sweet flavor. Baozi skin, bite down, the fragrance occupies every taste bud, soft and sweet, after swallowing the belly, take a breath, you can still smell the sweet smell of buns.

Yu Siyang packed a pig into two halves and let it cool a little. He gave half of it to Xue Yunmu, and took the other half in his own hands, waiting for the little one to eat half of his hands before giving it to him.

The little guy sighed, bite down halfway, chewed with his mouth closed, round eyes smiled into a meniscus, and the two ate them on their hands, then stared at Yu Siyang's hands.

Yu Siyang immediately gave the other half of his hand to him. After the little one got it, he "put it on" on his brother's face and opened his mouth to eat.

"You two, you eat it in the kitchen." Xue Chengxiu came to the bar at the restaurant to make tea. By the way, he glanced into the kitchen and saw that the big and small family members were eating buns in the kitchen.

"Dad," Xue Yunmu held the pig bag in his hand and ran happily. "Will you have a picnic?"

Yu Siyang was a black line, the little guy was still thinking about a picnic, and even a pig bag could not divert his attention. This is how persistent he is.

"Go on a picnic?" Xue Chengxiu pretended to think about it, and then said, "Mu Mu took a bite of his bun to Dad, and Dad promised Mu Mu to go for a picnic."

Xue Yunmu looked at the half of the pig bag in his hand and thought for a while, then raised his short arm, and looked generously, "Daddy, you can only take a bite."

Xue Chengxiu squatted down, opened his mouth, and bite half the bun in the little one's hand.

Xue Yunmu blinked his eyes and lifted his arm back. The five fat fingers were open, and the bun in his hand was gone. The little guy's face was unknown. So it seemed that he didn't think that the dad took all of the bun. After eating it, the grieved grinned his mouth, drew it into his father's arms, and accused: "My father is bad."

The bad father picked up the fat son in his arms and teased him, "Daddy is bad, would Mumu want to go for a picnic?"

"Yes, I want." Xue Yunmu kicked her legs in the arms of her father, expressing her urgency.

Xue Chengxiu smiled and said, "But Dad said nothing."

Xue Yunmu paused.

Obviously father told him to give him a pig bag, and he can go for a picnic. Why not say it again?

Seeing his son's grievances almost cried, Xue Chengxiu said quickly: "It's your brother Yangyang who has the final say. Brother Yangyang can make you picnic food."

Xue Chengxiu did not try to cook without himself. He can be regarded as an old lady. He can count on the restaurant's signature dishes, snacks from all over the place, and hidden private dishes, but he has a handicraft in cooking.

He strictly followed the steps taught in the recipe, and the weight of each ingredient was accurately weighed with a scale. The dishes that can be made are indeed dark. His son clamped chopsticks in his mouth and immediately "呸呸呸"Spit it out and drank water, rinsing the strange smell in my mouth.

Yu Siyang didn't dare to let him come to the kitchen to help him. Since making flower donuts together in the club, Mr. Xue has been very enthusiastic about coming to the kitchen ... Helping him, Yu Siyang respects and is not sensitive, often he can do it for an hour by himself After making four dishes and one soup, Mr. Xue couldn't finish it in two hours.

The fat man wanted to go for a picnic, but it was useless to find his father. He had to find the chef brother at home.

If his son wants dark food, he can be satisfied.

"Brother ..." Xue Yunmu muttered and looked at Yu Siyang, her pitiful little appearance, as if she was about to cry next second.

Yu Siyang looked at Xue Chengxiu and asked, "The weather today is not good and it is not suitable for a picnic."

"It's okay," Xue Chengxiu laughed. "There is a glass greenhouse behind, just move the flowers out and leave a meadow."

Yu Siyang followed Xue Chengxiu to look at the glass conservatory behind him, and was silent.

It ’s so troublesome to have a meal, Mr. Xue, you are too fond of your son.

Now that he had decided happily to have a picnic in the glass greenhouse, Yu Siyang returned to the kitchen to prepare picnic dishes with Aunt Wang. Xue Chengxiu took his son and the villa's bodyguard driver to remove the flowers from the greenhouse first.

"Xiao Yu, what's this long black one?" Aunt Wang saw the small bag of black sticks out of the cabinet and asked, puzzled.

"This is a eagle owl, also called indica rice. The rice cooked with this is fragrant and smooth and delicious." Yu Siyang said while washing the indica rice. Ca n’t make rice, that stem is white. ”

Aunt Wang took out a barley rice from the pan and was surprised: "Is this white rice?"

"This is the fruit, the fruit is the white without fruit." Yu Siyang said with a smile: "There is a poem called 'Sliding Relief Carved Rice with Rice, and the Scent of Scented Porcelain', but unfortunately there is no civil flower at home, otherwise we can also be elegant. . "

Aunt Wang laughed so much that she almost washed the chicken out of the sink.

After Yu Siyang finished cooking the dishes, everyone brought the dishes to the greenhouse.

The flowers in the greenhouse were removed, a large picnic cloth was laid on the grass, and a number of futons were placed around the picnic cloth for everyone to sit in. Everyone in the villa was soaked in light. A total of seven people sat around. Picnic on the grass in the greenhouse.

Xue Yunmu was the most excited, clapping his hands and jumping and yelling, "Take a picture, take a picture, I want to show it to Meimei."

Yu Siyang flicked the little guy's forehead gently, took out his mobile phone "Kacha Kacha" and took several photos. After confirming that there was no other camera except the dish, he quickly posted a Weibo, and then put the phone In the pocket of your clothes, you don't care how you explode in Weibo comments.

Aunt Wang took the lead in serving a bowl of carved rice for everyone. The cooked rice was not as fluffy as ordinary rice, and the aroma was different from that of rice. It was a slightly scent of water vapor, with a small chopsticks In my mouth, it is slightly sweet, because it is rich in oil, it is really smooth and smooth, and it is full of fragrant.

"This meal is delicious." Aunt Wang praised.

Lao Lin aimed at a plate of golden chickens on a picnic cloth.

After the whole chicken is depilated and washed, cook with sesame oil, salt, and water. When the five are mature, add the onion and pepper. After the chicken is fully cooked, cut the chicken into diced and mix with some sesame oil. Then you can eat and cook. Chicken juice can be left to stir-fry other dishes.

Because there is not much seasoning, the taste of the chicken depends on the mastery of the heat. The original taste, the chicken is cooked fresh and tender, and it is eaten into the mouth. Except the sesame flavor of the sesame oil, it is all the fresh flavor of the chicken itself. At that time, the juice of the chicken was squeezed out of the meat with each chewing, infiltrating the taste buds, and the more chewing, the more fragrant it was.

Lao Lin ate a few pieces of golden chicken, and then turned his eyes to the chaffin stew next to the golden chicken.

The fragrant mushroom stew is made from the original chicken broth left over from cooking golden chicken. The small shiitake mushroom knives, carrots, and winter bamboo shoots are changed to oval shapes, the white fungus foams, and the black mushrooms are simmered in the chicken soup. The plate is shaped into a flower shape. The white fungus is placed in the center. Steamed in the basket. In the previous chicken soup, add pepper, scallop sauce, sugar, water starch, and **** juice to a thick soup. .

The biggest feature of this dish is the freshness, especially the black fungus. The taste is extremely delicious. It is simmered out with chicken broth to enhance its umami taste to the extreme. The taste of each raw material is different, and the thick soup is The thick and delicious soup is rich. Different ingredients are mixed with the thick soup, and the taste will be different. The only thing in common is that it is delicious.

Compared with the golden chicken, Lao Lin prefers this fragrant stew and can't stop eating at all.

After winter, the weather in Yunzhong City is gloomy day by day. The dark clouds are squeezing, making the sky look very low. The cold wind keeps blowing, but the rain never falls.

The six adults in the greenhouse were satisfied with their faces, and looked up through the glass to the sky, muttering "I don't know when it will rain this day."

The two bodyguards were somewhat restrained. Lao Lin and Aunt Wang followed Xue Chengxiu from the imperial capital to Yunzhong City, and almost watched him grow up. Both of them had a child-like sympathy for Xue Chengxiu and Yu Siyang. Distressed, but a bit unconstrained.

Lao Lin eats and vomits aunt Wang, "Lao Wang, look at Xiaoyu, this is called craftsmanship. You have cooked for decades, and the taste is always the same, that is, the husband bears the burden and does not dislike your craftsmanship."

"You are Pharaoh, and your whole family is Pharaoh." Aunt Wang was furious and snatched the shrimp from Lao Lin's bowl and turned back. "My skills are worse than those of you and your wife. What is it? Dark cooking! "

True dark cooking maker Xue Chengxiu silently moved away from the two "focusing on each other for thirty years".

It is not the first time that Yu Siyang has seen Uncle Lin and Aunt Wang talk about each other. At the first time, he was somewhat surprised. Now he is very calm to help Mu Mu children peel shrimp.

Xue Chengxiu stared at the peeling shrimp in Yu Siyang's hand. When the shell was peeled, he immediately bowed his head and swallowed the shrimp.

Yu Siyang: "..."

Xue Yunmu, who had a big mouth waiting for shrimp, was stunned. He looked at Yang Yang's little shrimp tail in his hands, his eyes were round, his mouth was open, and he couldn't figure out why the shrimp had disappeared. .

"Mr. Xue, grab your son's food. It's delicious?"

Xue Chengxiu nodded, his skin was very thick. "Of course it was delicious."

The fat man finally understood that his own shrimp was snatched by his father, and immediately jumped unhappy, "Daddy is bad, daddy is bad."

The bad dad laughed and said to Yu Siyang, "You see Mu Mu jumping around, and the little fat on the stomach is shaking, isn't it cute?"

Yu Siyang was speechless. He was a serious man everyday, so how he liked to tease his son so much.

However, the little fat man jumped like this, and his stomach was really shaking, alas ... very cute.