I'm the Culinary God-Chapter 576 - 277: Making Tofu with Chicken Breast and Pork Fat? The Variety of High-End Sichuan Cuisine is Indeed Remarkable! [Subscribe Please]_3

Chapter 576: Chapter 277: Making Tofu with Chicken Breast and Pork Fat? The Variety of High-End Sichuan Cuisine is Indeed Remarkable! [Subscribe Please]_3

Han Shuzhen, with Dundun in her arms, was at the grand piano, playing with the keys.

"Come, Lin Xu, put them here."

As Lin Xu took out and unwrapped the bags of food one by one, Han Shuzhen walked over, holding Dundun.

"So much food! You were actually planning to hide it from me..."

Just as she was about to scold her husband, Shen Guofu picked up a piece of braised wheat gluten with his chopsticks and brought it to her mouth.

"Zhenzhen, this is the braised wheat gluten Lin Xu was talking about. Try it and see how it tastes."

Han Shuzhen kicked Old Shen in annoyance. What are you shouting about in front of the child? Just wait until we’re back in our room tonight, I’ll deal with you then... She took a bite of the braised wheat gluten, nodding as she said, "The taste is really good. Dundun, you can get down and play. Grandma will eat a bit more."

And just like that, the Shen Family’s second round of dinner began.

Shen Baobao snuggled up beside her mother, Han Shuzhen, and said with a giggle, "Mom, in a few days, Lin Xu is going to make those Milk Yellow Mooncakes that you and Grandma love the most. Is there any reward for us? Making mooncakes is really hard work, you know!"

Lin Xu: "..."

Baobao, everyone knows you tend to favor outsiders... but this is taking it to a whole new level, isn’t it? It’s fine to accept gifts from your parents, but asking for them outright... that just doesn’t feel right. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Who would have thought, just as Shen Baobao finished speaking, Han Shuzhen said, "Your grandma has a gold bracelet, supposedly once worn by Empress Dowager Cixi. When the mooncakes are ready, you can drive me to her place to deliver them. I’ll figure out a way to get that bracelet from her."

"Okay!"

Lin Xu: ???????

Can it really work like that? No wonder Shen Baobao is like this; it turns out the root of it all is my mother-in-law.

「The next morning」

Lin Xu drove from the villa, taking the North Fourth Ring Road to Yingchun Street.

As he reached the shop entrance, Shu Yun came out from inside. Today, Boss Shu was wearing a trim white business suit, her hair tied back in a ponytail. She looked sharp and youthful.

Lin Xu handed Dundun to her. Noticing a brand-new bicycle locked to the lamppost by the entrance, he asked curiously, "Whose bike is that? Why is it locked right at the front door?"

Shu Yun glanced at it and said, "It’s Master Wei’s. Lately, Tiantian has been crushing him every time they cycle. He blamed it on the shared bikes, so in a fit of pique, he splurged several thousand yuan on this one. It was delivered last night, right after you left."

Delivered last night? Lin Xu’s interest was piqued. "So, what about their race last night?"

"Same old story!"

TSK. So it wasn’t the equipment, huh? That Wei Qian is such a dimwit. Tiantian cycles home with him every day, and all he can think about is racing her? Can’t he broaden his horizons a little?

After these thoughts, he started the car. "I’ll probably be back after lunch. Building Eighteen is all Sichuan food. Anything you’re craving? If so, I can bring some back for you all."

Upon hearing this, Shu Yun immediately replied in a rather unconvincing Sichuan-Chongqing accent, "Rabbit heads!"

Rabbit skulls? Spicy rabbit heads? Shen Baobao wanted to eat this very dish this morning too. This surprised Lin Xu quite a bit. Why do girls nowadays like such intensely flavored snacks like spicy rabbit heads so much?

He drove to the Fishing Platform. After having his pass checked at the gate, he didn’t go straight to Building Eighteen. Instead, he first dropped by Building Two to greet his senior brother before driving to Building Eighteen.

As soon as he entered, the manager at the front desk said cheerfully, "Chef Lin, Head Chef Dai said for you to go straight to the main kitchen. Everything’s prepared. They’ll start as soon as you get there."

Hearing this, Lin Xu unconsciously felt like he was arriving to give guidance. Just yesterday, Zhuang Yizhou had used that very phrase to tease his online viewers during a livestream. Lin Xu hadn’t expected to experience it himself today.

Arriving at the main kitchen, he bumped into a young chef he had competed with once. Lin Xu greeted him with a smile and then asked, "Where’s Head Chef Dai?"

"He’s in the small kitchen further inside. A customer made a last-minute addition of Soft Burned Chicken Cake. The head chef plans to practice it with a few of the section chefs... It’s a rare dish, so they want to get some practice in beforehand."

Urgent? Having gotten used to the pace at Lin Ji’s Food, Lin Xu found the slow pace at the Fishing Platform increasingly hard to adapt to. It was still several hours until noon, yet a customer adding one dish to a pre-order was considered an ’urgent addition’? Their definition of ’urgent’ is certainly generous, isn’t it?

Entering the kitchen area, Lin Xu found the small kitchen. The moment he stepped in, a rich, savory aroma wafted over him. Then he saw what looked like blocks of tofu, neatly arranged on plates on the cutting board.

This ’tofu’ looked a bit strange. It wasn’t firm like northern tofu, nor was it silky and moist like southern tofu. It seemed to be a hybrid of the two. However, the quality of the ’tofu’ must have been excellent. When the workbench vibrated, these blocks quivered slightly, looking quite springy.

Aren’t they supposed to be making Soft Burned Chicken Cake? Why so much tofu? Could it be an imitation dish made from tofu?

"Yo, Brother Lin, you’re here!" Dai Jianli exclaimed. "Perfect timing. Later, you can judge for us and see whose Chicken Cake is more delicious."

He wants me to be their judge?

Lin Xu said with a wry smile, "How could I be qualified to critique you all? Besides, I’ve never even seen this dish before. I wouldn’t know how to score it."

Dai Jianli looked surprised. "No way, you’ve never seen this dish? This is Chicken Cake, made from chicken breast and pork fat, steamed together. For diplomatic banquets, when required, it’s served to guests disguised as tofu. This Soft Burned Chicken Cake is a classic example... I’m amazed you don’t know it!"

Lin Xu was even more surprised than him.

Good heavens! Those quivering blocks on the cutting board, looking just like tofu, are actually made from chicken breast and pork fat? They look exactly like tofu! Non-spicy Sichuan dishes are truly not for common folk like me. I’d better stick to my spicy food.

He gazed at the Chicken Cake on the table, a touch of envy in his eyes, and then asked, "Head Chef Dai, this dish... could I learn how to make it?"