RBCT Chapter 10 Hell's Kitchen? No, this is a scene from a Manchu Han Imperial Feast!
Chapter 10 Hell's Kitchen? No, this is a scene from a Manchu Han Imperial Feast!
Two hours later.
The dilapidated house, which looked like it had been bombarded, still looked weathered on the outside, but its interior had undergone a complete transformation.
The cobwebs were gone, the rotten tables and chairs had been repaired and were now sturdy, even emitting a faint scent of wood. The most outrageous thing was that the earthen stove, which used to be covered in black grime, was now so clean that it could be used as a mirror, and the black soot at the bottom of the pots had been scraped clean.
"Gurgle—"
An untimely loud bang shattered the tranquility of the room.
The blush that had just faded from Su Qingge's face returned. She clutched her stomach and turned her head away somewhat awkwardly. From rushing to catch her flight this morning until now, she hadn't even had a sip of water. Now, looking at the newly renovated house, her tense nerves relaxed, and the feeling of hunger instantly returned.
Nuonuo, clutching her empty milk bottle, pitifully tugged at Lin Zhou's clothes, saying, "Daddy, Nuonuo's tummy is flat, I want to eat meat..."
"Eat! I'll make it for you right away!"
Lin Zhou rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, turned to the staff at the door, and asked, "Where are the ingredients the production team provided? Bring them here."
The filming director, Xiao Zhang, swallowed hard and handed over a bamboo basket with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
The basket contained a half-sack of damp flour, three tiny free-range eggs, and a handful of wild vegetables freshly picked from the roadside, still covered in mud.
"this one?"
Su Qingge stared at the pile of food, then closed her eyes in despair. "Is this even edible? The flour is all clumped together, and the wild vegetables haven't even been rooted out. Is Yan Min trying to poison us so he can inherit my Alipay account?"
The live stream was filled with wails of despair:
"That's terrible, really terrible."
"Lu Ming next door is having a seafood feast, while we can only eat grass."
"How are we supposed to do this? Even a master chef would shake their head in disapproval!"
"Lin Zhou, you should stop struggling and just withdraw from the competition with your wife and children. It's heartbreaking to see."
"It's great, it's natural and pollution-free."
Lin Zhou acted as if nothing had happened, casually tossing the eggs around, a confident smile playing on his lips. "Wife, take Nuonuo to the yard to wash her hands and wait for dinner."
"Dinner's ready? What kind of food can you make? Noodles?"
Although Su Qingge complained, she obediently picked up Nuonuo and walked out, but her back view exuded a tragic air of "the wind is howling and the Yi River is cold".
Lin Zhou ignored her questioning.
He stood in front of the simple earthen stove, took a deep breath, and his eyes underwent a qualitative change in that instant.
His original lazy and carefree temperament has vanished, replaced by a master-like composure and sharpness.
**[God-Level Culinary Skills (Grandmaster Level)], activated!**
"Snapped!"
The flour bag was shaken open with one hand, and the snow-white flour poured into the basin like a waterfall.
Lin Zhou didn't even use a measuring cup; with a slight flick of his wrist, the water ratio was precise to the millimeter. At that moment, it didn't seem like he was kneading dough, but rather like he was practicing Tai Chi.
Knead, rub, press, and squeeze.
The lifeless lump of flour seemed to come alive in his hands, flying up and down with his movements, becoming smooth, elastic, and full of resilience.
Next came the wild vegetables.
Lin Zhou picked up a kitchen knife that looked so dull it could be used to crack walnuts.
"Boom boom boom boom—"
The rapid, continuous sound of chopping vegetables exploded instantly!
The viewers in the live stream only saw a blur before their eyes, unable to clearly see Lin Zhou's hand movements, only a series of afterimages dancing on the cutting board. In the blink of an eye, the wild vegetables that no one else cared about were transformed into evenly thick, emerald-green strands, each one as precise as if measured with calipers.
"Holy crap? Am I seeing things?"
"This knife work... is this some kind of special effects?"
"Play at double speed? Director, did you turn it on at 2x speed?"
"Even a five-star chef wouldn't dare chop wild vegetables this fast, would they? Don't they want to use their hands?"
However, the real show has only just begun.
Lin Zhou heated oil in a wok.
Since he didn't have any good cooking oil, he casually rummaged through his toolbox and found a piece of pork cracklings from who-knows-when, then threw it into the pot to melt.
As the oil temperature rises, blue smoke rises.
He cracked three eggs with one hand, the egg liquid flowing into the flour like golden threads. Through a special kneading technique, the ordinary dough turned into an enticing golden color.
At this moment, he was the king of this dilapidated kitchen.
The rolling pin spun like the wind in his hands, and a sheet of dough as thin as a cicada's wing quickly took shape.
Fold it, then cut it.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The noodles spread out like silver threads, so thin that they could be threaded through a needle, yet each strand was distinct and never stuck together.
At this point, the oil in the pan is at the perfect temperature.
Lin Zhou grabbed a handful of wild vegetable shreds coated in egg batter and gently slid them into the oil pan.
"Sizzle—"
A delightful crisp sound instantly awakens the taste buds.
The wild vegetables quickly expand and set in the hot oil, turning into golden "flowers". Next, the pot of water boils, the golden noodles are cooked instantly, taken out, rinsed with cold water, and drizzled with a scallion sauce that has been heated by the hot oil.
An extremely powerful aroma instantly spread wildly outwards from the center of this dilapidated small kitchen, like an atomic bomb exploding.
That wasn't just any ordinary aroma of food.
It was a complex aroma that blended the scents of wheat, eggs, oil, and the unique freshness of wild vegetables. It was rich and intense, possessing a captivating magic that ignored any physical barriers, penetrating directly into one's nose and fiercely seizing one's stomach.
yard.
Su Qingge, who was washing Nuonuo's hands, paused.
She wrinkled her high, delicate nose and looked up, somewhat bewildered. "What's that smell? It smells so good..."
"It's Daddy's cooking!"
Nuonuo's eyes instantly lit up like light bulbs, and her mouth was practically watering. She broke free from Su Qingge's hand and ran into the house, shouting, "I want to eat! I want to eat!"
Su Qingge stared incredulously at the broken wooden door.
How is that possible?
With such shoddy ingredients, how could it taste like this? Could it be that this bastard has been secretly keeping some secret recipe?
Meanwhile, the aroma had already drifted out through the broken window, over the fence, and into the director's camp next door where they were having lunch.
"Slurp..."
Yan Min was holding a delicate braised pork rice box, just about to put it in her mouth.
Suddenly, a strange aroma wafted over, instantly dispelling the smell of the braised pork in his hand.
Yan Min froze.
He looked at the greasy braised pork in his hand, and then smelled the crisp yet domineering aroma in the air. Suddenly, the boxed lunch in his hand didn't taste good anymore; it even tasted a bit like pig slop.
"What's that smell? Who's cooking?"
Yan Min put down her chopsticks, and her stomach growled loudly.
The assistant director next to him was gnawing on a chicken leg when he heard this. He gasped for breath, his expression one of ecstasy, like a drug addict: "It seems...it seems to have drifted out of Lin Zhou's shabby house."
"Lin Zhou?"
Yan Min's eyes widened, her face showing disbelief. "Are you kidding me? All I gave him was a bunch of rotten wild vegetables and a few eggs. You think he could make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall like that?"
"But director..."
The assistant director pointed to the chimney of Lin Zhou's house, smoke billowing from it, a glistening drop of liquid at the corner of his mouth, and said longingly, "It smells really good... How about we go check out the work?"
Yan Min's Adam's apple bobbed. As a ruthless person who would do anything for the sake of the show, he was now wavering between "face" and "stomach".
"Ahem, as the director, it is indeed necessary to pay attention to the food safety of the guests."
Yan Min stood up with an air of righteous indignation and threw the barely touched braised pork onto the table:
"Let's go! Let's see what this kid is up to!"