Food: Starting with Wonton Noodles

After the milk in the bowl cooled down, Zhou Yu gently used chopsticks to peel back the first layer of skin and poured out the milk inside.

His movements were so light that after the first layer of skin was cut open, there wasn't a single extra crack.

After all the milk from the skin was poured out, the first layer of the double-skin milk pudding remained intact in the bowl.

Zhou Yu poured the egg whites and one yolk from the five eggs into the buffalo milk, and added white sugar.

After mixing the eggs, sugar, and milk, Zhou Yu used a strainer to filter the prepared milk mixture again.

The filtered buffalo milk was poured back into the bowl, and the first layer of the double-skin milk slowly floated up again.

After everything was prepared, Zhou Yu put all the bowls into the steamer.

Ah Sheng couldn't help but say, "Brother Yu, we have a steamer; a steamer will be faster."

Liang Ding slapped him on the head and laughed, "If you don't understand, just keep watching."

At this moment, seeing that Zhou Yu had started steaming and kept lifting the lid of the steamer, he explained to Asheng, "This is the traditional way of making it. What you are doing now is an improved version for faster serving."

"In the traditional recipe, when making double-skin milk pudding, the lid needs to be lifted every one or two minutes, otherwise chrysanthemum patterns will form, which is not aesthetically pleasing, and the inside of the milk will easily become honeycomb-like and not smooth enough."

"So nowadays, to make double-skin milk pudding, you either add various ingredients, such as red beans, coconut milk, mango, etc., to cover up the chrysanthemum pattern, or you use whole eggs directly to increase the success rate of solidification. But both of these methods sacrifice the unique tenderness and smoothness of double-skin milk pudding."

"Look at him, he uses only one yolk out of five eggs, just wanting to use the egg flavor of the yolk without affecting the smoothness of the double-skin milk pudding. Although this traditional process is too complicated and not suitable for our restaurant, as a chef, you still need to know how good dishes should be made."

At this moment, Zhou Yu, who was almost finished, chimed in: "Master Ding is indeed worthy of being the head chef; he even knows everything about desserts."

Liang Ding: "When we were learning to cook, we had to put in a lot of effort to learn and complete each step before our master would move us to the next step, and only then could we gradually learn to hold a spatula."

He sighed, "And back then, diners were really picky. If they found even the slightest problem with the food, they would refuse to eat it and would turn over the table. So, in the past, the master chef had to keep a close eye on every step of the process. If anything went wrong, he would be hit with a spatula. It was hard to forget."

"To be honest, although there are more diners now than before, and they are more tolerant, we don't pursue perfection in cooking as much as the old chefs did. Young people these days aren't as hardworking as they used to be; they'll quit if they suffer even the slightest injustice."

"Brother Ding, I'm different from them. I'm still very willing to learn more." Ah Sheng, who was standing next to Liang Ding, immediately expressed his opinion after hearing Liang Ding's sentiments.

Liang Ding laughed and scolded, "When you play fewer games and cards, then you can say that again."

Ah Sheng could only laugh awkwardly.

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Shunyilou also offers tea service in its lobby, but since it's Tuesday and close to noon, there weren't many customers having morning tea.

There is a small stage in front of the restaurant's lobby, and the walls are projected with movies and TV shows.

This is the stage for hosting wedding banquets, but during regular morning tea time, it becomes a playground for children.

While Zhou Yu and the others were busy in the kitchen, Lin Wenhui brewed tea at a table near the stage.

Since they had already eaten breakfast, they didn't order much. Seeing that there wasn't much food, Linlin asked to go up on the stage to play.

Lin Wenhui was naturally happy to have some free time.

When Zhou Yu and the others came out, Linlin, who was playing around, immediately became happy, especially when he saw the tray that Zhou Yu was holding.

"Uncle! Uncle! Over here!"

He waved excitedly at Zhou Yu while proudly boasting to the little girl he had just met, "That tall and handsome guy is my uncle! My uncle is an amazing cook!"

The little girl was a bit unconvinced. She said, "My dad cooks better. He can also make me little swans and little rabbits."

But as she looked in the direction Linlin was waving, she exclaimed in surprise, "Daddy!"

Then he jumped off the stage and rushed towards Zhou Yu.

Linlin also ran off the stage, before his little brain could even figure out why his uncle had become the little girl's father.

The little girl had already rushed towards a middle-aged man wearing a tall chef's hat behind Zhou Yu.

Liang Ding held the double-skin milk pudding high in his hand to prevent the little girl from knocking it over, and said, "Okay, Xin Xin, Daddy is still carrying things, don't knock it over."

Linlin ran to Zhou Yu's side and said, "Uncle, what's this delicious food? It smells so good!"

The little girl, Liang Xinxin, remembered Linlin's boasting earlier and said, "This must have been made by my dad. Dad, tell him what it is!"

Liang Xinxin's proudest achievement at kindergarten is having a chef as her father, who always makes her all sorts of beautiful snacks to bring to kindergarten.

So when she saw Linlin showing off her food, she couldn't stand it at all and was really looking forward to her father showing it off for her.

After putting down the two bowls of double-skin milk pudding, Liang Ding affectionately patted her head and said with a smile, "This is double-skin milk pudding. It wasn't made by Daddy, it was made by that uncle."

He then looked at Zhou Yu and said, "This is my youngest daughter, Liang Xinxin. Xinxin, greet Uncle Zhou."

Seeing that her attempt to show off had failed, Liang Xinxin looked sad and her face fell. She and Linlin made faces at each other, but they didn't call out to anyone.

Liang Ding could only say helplessly, "Haha, I'm sorry to make you laugh. She was born a few years ago after the two-child policy was implemented, and she's the youngest in the family. She's incredibly mischievous."

Zhou Yu didn't mind: "Kids are all like that."

Once everyone was present, they began to eat Zhou Yu's double-skin milk pudding.

Linlin was the first to eat; he had already picked up his bowl before everyone else had even sat down.

After just one bite, he shouted, "Uncle! It's delicious!"

Zhou Yu corrected him, "It's not that your uncle is good at eating; you're eating double-skin milk pudding, not your uncle."

Lin Wenhui also picked up the bowl, placed the spoon on the surface of the milk, and gently shook it. The spoon then began to dance on the surface of the milk.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Your cooking skills have really improved! You can even make double-skin milk pudding so well."

The process of making double-skin milk is very simple, but to make it well, there are not many that can make the spoon stand up by the first layer of skin.

He picked up the spoon, just about to start eating.

But when he scooped it down, the entire skin peeled off, so he had to remove the first layer of skin to the side.

I scooped some more in.

As a result, like scooping tofu, another layer was scooped up.

"Huh? It really does have two floors?"