If I ask you to set up a stall, why do you always run to deserted places?

Chapter 53 Little Master Su doesn't know how to braise!

The viewers in the live chat were completely taken aback by Luo Bo's actions.

[Here it comes, the expert commentary segment.]

[This guy's aura screams "veteran."]

[Master Su is about to undergo inspection.]

[Nervous, speak quickly!]

[Holy crap, this is actually Luo Botou, the King of Braised Foods.]

[Oh my god, what's that Lu Wang doing here?]

I wonder if Master Su will be able to pass the test?

"What do you mean, Professor Luo?"

Those nearby couldn't help but ask further questions.

"Look at this color."

Luo Bo pointed at the braised pork in the pot, his brows furrowing slightly.

"The color is too dark, which means there was too much soy sauce or the stewing time was too long."

"Truly good braised pork should be a bright red color, not this dark red."

"So, this was a mistake."

Luo Botou pointed to the braised sauce again, his tone becoming even more serious.

"And look at the consistency of this braising sauce, it's too thick! That means it's been thickened with cornstarch."

"Can braised pork be thickened with cornstarch? Obviously not."

"Simmering over low heat and allowing the sauce to thicken naturally will result in the perfect consistency."

It's common knowledge.

Thickening sauce is used to cover up imperfections.

Only when the heat is not high enough, or the flavor is insufficient.

That's why they use cornstarch to fool people.

Therefore, in Luo Botou's view, this is the worst of the worst.

Just these two items.

In his mind, Master Su's skills had already been greatly diminished.

It has some substance, but not much.

Compared to their eight-generation family of braised meat makers.

The foundation is still far too weak.

Uncle Luo is right!

Indeed, I just checked, and the color does look a bit too dark.

Thickening sauce? Isn't that just high-tech and grueling work?

Don't jump to conclusions. What if Master Su is truly skilled?

[Uncle Rob is a long-established business owner, so what he said is probably correct.]

"So, Uncle Luo, what do you mean?"

The person next to him asked tentatively.

"What I mean is that I have reservations."

Rob pushed up his glasses, his tone carrying an undeniable confidence.

"I've heard what you've said."

"I can admit that Chef Su is very good at making fried rice and steamed buns. There are indeed people who are good at both."

"After all, I've seen similar videos online before. There was someone who was really good at frying rice, and he could even fry it until sparks flew out."

Everyone: "......."

This seems to be referring to Master Su, right?

They didn't speak and continued listening to Robert's explanation.

"Moreover, the key to making steamed buns is the fermentation of the dough and the combination of fillings."

"It's quite simple if you learn it seriously."

As expected of someone from a family of gourmets, Luo Botou speaks eloquently and eloquently.

"But what does braised food emphasize? It's the aging process and the balance of ingredients."

Robert paused for a moment, then said earnestly.

"My family has been making braised dishes for eight generations, starting with raising braising liquid from my ancestors."

"It has been passed down to me for hundreds of years."

"I can tell you with certainty that a good pot of braised food simply cannot be made without simmering it for three to five hours."

And also.

"The old braising liquid is the essence; no matter how long you stew it in new braising liquid, the taste will always be a little off."

"It's like winemaking; can you compare newly brewed wine with aged wine?"

"It can't compare to a billion points."

"Master Su has only just arrived in the city, how old could his braising liquid be? It's probably only been made yesterday, right?"

"Even if he is exceptionally talented, time is something that talent cannot make up for."

This is the end.

Although Luo Botou didn't say it aloud.

But in my heart, I had already given up on Master Su's braised dish.

That makes sense!

[Uncle Luo is an expert; his analysis of this is very professional.]

Oh no, Mr. Su's car has crashed!

[What's going on? We haven't even eaten yet, what's the rush?]

That's right, let's talk about it after we eat it.

Uncle Luo is right; braised dishes really do take time to develop.

The people around were stunned.

Some nodded, while others frowned.

Most people were skeptical.

"So, Uncle Luo, you don't think this braised pork rice is good?"

"I didn't say it tasted bad."

Roberto, being a shrewd man, softened his tone somewhat.

"I'm just saying don't have too high expectations."

"Master Su's fried rice and steamed buns may indeed be delicious, but that doesn't mean he's good at making braised dishes."

"Everyone has their own area of expertise."

That makes sense.

"really!"

"No problem."

The people around nodded in agreement.

"Fried rice and steamed buns are completely different things from braised dishes."

"And think about it, Master Su was selling steamed buns in an air-raid shelter just last week."

"They suddenly came to the city to sell braised pork rice, how old can the braising sauce be?"

"Even if he started working on it last week, it's only been a week."

"Comparing a week's worth of braising liquid to decades-old broth? That's a joke!"

The group discussed the matter, and the more they talked, the more they felt that Luo Botou's words made sense.

Sigh, it seems this braised pork rice is just so-so.

[Master Su's skills in braising are ultimately a bit lacking.]

"Surely not? Master Su has never disappointed!"

This time it's different; the braised flavors are truly masterful, and can't be rushed!

I still believe in Master Su!

Blindly believing is not advisable; be rational, brother!

You'll find out once you eat it; saying anything now is pointless.

"So, are we still going to eat or not?"

A girl asked in a low voice, her tone no longer as enthusiastic as before.

"Eat up, you're already here."

The young man in the baseball cap took out his phone, but clearly hesitated for a moment.

"However, I'll order Set Meal A first to test the waters. Even if it's not good, I won't lose anything."

"Yes, yes, let's test the waters first, don't order Set Meal B right away."

"Me too, I'll try it first."

A group of people began to walk toward the ordering screen.

But he was noticeably more cautious than before.

Sister Peach looked at the group of people, and then at Robert.

I suddenly felt a little speechless.

Good guy!

A few words shattered everyone's trust in Master Su.

You're really something!

But then again.

What Robert said does make some sense.

You can tell at a glance that braised dishes can't be made well overnight.

It takes time and effort to accumulate knowledge over time.

But this,

Can this really stump Master Su?

Sister Peach doesn't know.

She walked up to the screen and looked down at the menu.

Ok?

So cheap?

Sister Peach was stunned for a moment.

Braised pork rice with pig's trotters, egg, braised tofu, and vegetables only costs 35 yuan.

This price seems a bit expensive at first glance.

But it can't compare to the sheer volume of Master Su's dishes.

That bowl was as big as a face.

The pig's trotters are bigger than a hand.

So this price is practically charity.

Sister Peach originally thought that since Chef Su had moved to the city, the prices would go up a bit, but she didn't expect them to still be so affordable.

"One Set Meal B, please, and one braised pig's trotter."

Sister Peach quickly tapped a few times on the screen to confirm the payment.

Scan your face.

The entire process takes less than 10 seconds.

The cartoon character on the screen winked at her, indicating that the order had been received.

then.

A call number slip was printed out.

Peach Sister: "..."

Bravo!

"Okay."

Su Yun turned around, ladled rice and poured braised sauce over it, her movements incredibly fast.

It's as if their hands are equipped with tiny electric motors; they scoop rice, pour sauce, arrange meat, and set out eggs.