Chapter 137: Big wok flip

Chen Huihong is undoubtedly an action-oriented person. After leaving Luo Jun's house, she hired a cleaner to clean up a few empty houses in the residential area, waiting for Qu Jing to move in with her bags the next day.

Qin Huai didn't know how Chen Huihong and Luo Jun did it, but the next day Qu Jing really moved in with her bags.

When Qu Jing, Luo Jun, and Chen Huihong arrived at the kitchen, Qin Huai and Zheng Zheng Siyuan were steaming the last batch of "fruit."

After the orphanage business trip yesterday, Zheng Zheng Siyuan felt that he had gained some new harvest in stir-frying and braising the filling. Today's filling was all made by Zheng Zheng Siyuan, very uneven in quality.

It could be seen that Zheng Zheng Siyuan was indeed trying various methods to adjust the production of the filling. He had been messing up all afternoon today—all kinds of messes, messing up when stir-frying, messing up when braising, and sometimes even messing up both at the same time.

But fortunately, after yesterday's skipping work, the regular customers of the canteen today were also very inclusive. Although it couldn't compare to the "wow" sounds of the orphanage staff, no one questioned it, mainly focusing on praise.

Even the passersby didn't question it, all were words of praise.

Because today's messed-up works only sold for 5 yuan each.

A pure meat-filled "fruit" the size of an apple for 5 yuan each—you can't buy a loss, you can't buy a trap. As long as you aren't an office worker who skipped work to buy it and had your wages deducted, it's hard to raise dissatisfaction with this price, this weight, and this filling.

Because Zheng Zheng Siyuan's mess today was too hearty, varied, dazzling, and diverse, Qin Huai's brain and eyes only had the 18 small techniques of messing up. When Qu Jing and the three walked into the canteen, Qin Huai's first reaction wasn't that Qu Jing had moved in, but that you three really came at an inconvenient time.

There really isn't anything good today.

Do you want to eat D-grade "fruit"?

We have D-minus, D, and D-plus grades to choose from.

"The time and heat for braising still have to be according to what is written in the recipe," Zheng Zheng Siyuan began the review analysis after the mess. "The previous stir-frying of the filling can be changed, but the braising really can't be changed. If you change it slightly, the final reduction of the juice won't work, and the meat filling won't lock in the juice, so the soup will seep out when steaming."

"But I don't think there's any effect after changing the stir-frying of the filling." Qin Huai indicated that although his practical operation wasn't good, his theoretical experience was rich. He had watched the teaching video very clearly, watched it every day, and learned it every day.

This Teacher Jiang taught better than the other Teacher Jiang.

"According to the heat and duration written in the recipe, as long as the fat-to-lean ratio of the meat filling is appropriate, the rendered oil is the best state. I think we didn't do well because the wok flip wasn't flipped well. I've been watching videos at home for the past two days, and I see some masters flipping the wok, picking up the wok, *huo*—the vegetables in the wok seem to be able to understand instructions, flipping so evenly." Qin Huai, fearing that Zheng Zheng Siyuan wouldn't understand what he was saying, even imitated the way Jiang Weiming flipped the wok in the video, doing a movement that didn't look like it at all, looking from a distance like Master Xiao Qin was doing a hand dance.

Zheng Zheng Siyuan was also shocked by Qin Huai's movements, thought for a few seconds, and asked slowly: "Is what you saw in the video... a big wok flip?"

"Don't know, just understand what I mean."

"Stir-frying the filling... needs a big wok flip?" Zheng Zheng Siyuan was confused.

Qin Huai was also confused; he didn't know what a big wok flip was at all: "Doesn't it need it? It looks quite useful, feeling that after flipping, the filling in the wok immediately becomes firm. Originally it was loose, and immediately... you understand, right?"

Zheng Zheng Siyuan knew that Qin Huai definitely didn't know what a big wok flip was, so he simply explained: "A big wok flip is considered a very high-difficulty technique in wok flipping. Under normal circumstances, it's impossible to use it in pastry."

"Generally, those who use this technique are braised dishes and roasted dishes. The big wok flip is to make the ingredients better integrated, better flavored, and to enhance the fragrance and color, making the dish complete and not scattered after flipping."

"I'm not saying it's impossible, but we are stir-frying the filling now. We are making buns, no... making filling, filling!"

"This is just pastry filling."

Zheng Zheng Siyuan couldn't go on after speaking, because the more he thought about it, the more he felt, eh, why not?

The conditions are indeed slightly satisfied.

And if the big wok flip is flipped well, it really has a qualitative improvement for the filling.

Zheng Zheng Siyuan looked at Qin Huai, who was full of "I think it's okay, what's the problem," and once again felt that unconventional backgrounds are really good.

It turns out that a pastry chef who is not bound by the rules and regulations of what he learned from childhood, and thinks about how to do it, is like this.

Qin Huai saw Zheng Zheng Siyuan stop talking and asked: "Can you do it?"

Zheng Zheng Siyuan shook his head: "This technique is a bit too advanced for a pastry chef; I haven't learned it. I only learned a few basic simple wok flips."

"The big wok flip has very high requirements for the chef's strength, technique, and basic skills. Those who want to practice this well basically learn from childhood, first flipping sand, then flipping cabbage, then flipping meat, practicing diligently year after year. There is no shortcut; all control of details needs to be accumulated through a lot of practice."

"My dad can't do it either," Zheng Zheng Siyuan added. "My uncle can, but my uncle's back has been very bad these past two years. If I let him do a big wok flip, I'm afraid he will hurt his back." Zheng Zheng Siyuan's words once again proved Jiang Weiming's gold content.

Qin Huai indicated that he didn't understand very well, but he had indeed seen Jiang Weiming doing a big wok flip in the video tutorial. Since Zheng Zheng Siyuan also agreed that the big wok flip might be what makes the filling go one step further, it's better to...

Qin Huai looked at Zheng Zheng Siyuan with glowing eyes, and Zheng Zheng Siyuan suddenly

Qin Huai looked at Zheng Zheng Siyuan with bright, piercing eyes, and Zheng Zheng Siyuan suddenly had a familiar, ominous premonition.

"Let's give it a try!" Qin Huai said.

Zheng Zheng Siyuan: "... I don't know how."

"I don't know how either." Qin Huai indicated it was a small matter, a basic operation, "Not knowing how makes it even more important to try. I remember there's still a small bowl of meat filling in the fridge, originally saved for making meatballs tonight."

"We'll just try it simply, using a bit less ingredients."

"It's very difficult." Zheng Zheng Siyuan still wanted to persuade him, "Although I haven't learned the big wok flip, I flipped sand when I was a child to practice the technique of using force."

"If someone without experience can flip sand, let alone meat filling."

"When the time comes, if the hot oil and meat filling flip out together, and it splashes on your hands..."

"It's fine, I'll be careful." Qin Huai really wanted to try.

A failed attempt isn't scary; ever since he started practicing heat control, there hasn't been a day without a failed attempt. He had even cooked duck soup with the duck in the duck pen and served it to Seeing Ouyang to taste, and Seeing Ouyang actually drank it. What else was there for Qin Huai to be afraid of trying?

Thinking this way, Qin Huai felt that he and Seeing Ouyang truly had a bond of life and death. He had neglected him a bit these past two days; he hadn't hung soup or made the snacks Seeing Ouyang loved. He had to treat his good brother tomorrow.

He would make him a good-looking version of apple dough fruit with meat filling!

Qin Huai went to get the materials in high spirits.

The three people—Qu Jing and the others—who came to the canteen together, originally wanting to greet Qin Huai and incidentally see if there were any randomly dropped snacks:...

Qu Jing held the fruit in both hands, eating it in small bites. It was clear she didn't like it very much, but she was silently gnawing on it, upholding the principle of not wasting food. Qu Jing curiously stretched her neck to see what Qin Huai had taken out from the freezer.

"Didn't Uncle Wang just say this was the last batch of fruit? What is Qin Huai doing?"

Chen Huihong was also gnawing on the fruit, not liking it very much either; she preferred the C-grade one she ate the day before yesterday.

"He must have learned a new snack. I knew we waited for the right thing."

Luo Jun couldn't help but let out a disdainful laugh when he heard Chen Huihong say this, laughing very much like a villain.

He hadn't bought the fruit at all; he was eating his own snack—the cloud-slice cake that Zhang Zhang Shumei had snatched up in the canteen in the morning.

"What good snacks can he learn?" Luo Jun said, "It's best to stay far away later, don't get caught by him to be a guinea pig for tasting."

Just as Luo Jun finished speaking, Seeing Ouyang walked into the canteen.

"Sister Hong! Dr. Qu! Mr... Mr. Luo." Seeing Ouyang didn't expect to run into an all-star lineup when he came to the canteen early, "You're all here."

"Xiao Ou, you came just in time. Xiao Qin seems to be making some new snack." Chen Huihong pointed to the kitchen.

Seeing Ouyang's eyes lit up immediately: "I finally caught one. I don't know what's wrong with Qin Huai lately. He promised to let me come over for soup every afternoon, but he hasn't even cooked soup these past few days. At least there were many different flavors and types of dough fruit a while ago; eating them was a gain."

"These past two days, he's only made this fruit. It's delicious, but the portion is too big; I'm full after eating two. I have no appetite for anything else. If only he could make them smaller."

Seeing Ouyang smacked his lips: "I haven't had soup for several days; I'm a little nostalgic for it."

Luo Jun:...

(End of chapter)