Chapter 2203 Chicken Ball Bun

Yuan Zhou didn't plan to eat the noodles today because he had a strong appetite for today's breakfast.

As the most famous morning tea culture in Guangdong Province, there are countless snacks in it. Many Cantonese chefs have their own morning tea snacks that are good at it. Anyway, Yuanzhou knew that President Song Ming’s specialty is water chestnut cake, which is known as the best cake in Guangdong Province.

Yuan Zhou always felt that this title was given by his opponent, which was a bit strange.

Today's breakfast is chicken ball buns. The reason why Yuan Zhou had this sudden idea was because he received a phone call yesterday.

It was the call from Qiu Ji, the honorary vice president of Guangdong Province. As a famous dim sum master in Cantonese cuisine today, he has the title of dim sum king. His relationship with Ji Yi can be said to be that of Southern Qiu and Northern Ji.

Although they don't usually communicate much, Yuanzhou has always respected these cooking seniors, and he was very cautious when he received Qiu Ji's call.

Qiu Ji also goes to the Three Treasures Hall for any reason. To make a long story short, he is mainly worried about today's morning tea culture. Due to various reasons, some morning tea types are gradually disappearing in most morning tea restaurants, including chicken ball buns.

After all, Qiu Ji's specialty is chicken ball dumplings, as well as sugar cubes and fried egg powder. He has a little more sense for these than ordinary people.

Of course, it’s not because I’m good at it that I think it shouldn’t disappear, but the skill behind the food is gradually disappearing. This is the most heartbreaking thing.

In fact, the culinary world has always been evolving and losing. This does not mean that the dishes are not delicious or other unilateral factors, it must be due to multiple reasons.

Judging from Yuan Zhou's current status, there is nothing wrong with Qiu Ji finding him. If anyone else in the culinary circle has the ability to change these status quos, almost everyone will say Yuan Zhou's name in unison.

Yuanzhou comforted the anxious Qiu Ji, and after hanging up the phone, he decided to have a big ball bag for breakfast this morning.

To be honest, chicken ball dumplings require relatively high skills, and only a few old teahouses sell them. This is also one of the reasons why it is gradually lost.

The so-called chicken ball dumplings are large dumplings made with bone-in chicken, pork, fresh bamboo shoots and other ingredients, with a variety of fillings.

In Wangzi business, big buns are very big buns. Without good technology, even the buns cannot be made well. Moreover, big buns also need to bloom like barbecued pork buns. The steamed chicken balls need to be like a flower in full bloom. The flowers are the same.

It’s really not something that most people can wrap up if they want. Even the skin of buns is a big problem.

More fillings means that the cooking time is different from ordinary steamed buns, so it is very important to master the steaming time. If it is too early or too late, the buns will either be undercooked or will collapse directly.

The key is that many tea drinkers like to eat more than one kind, and a chicken ball bun is a big bun, so it is a burden for new tea houses.

"Papa pa pa"

Yuanzhou beat the dough hard on the chopping board. To make buns, of course, you need to knead the dough first. Whether the dough is kneaded well or not will determine whether the buns will break.

And the chicken also needs to be selected. Authentic chicken ball dumplings require bone-in chicken, so no matter the part, including the tenderness, you need to pay attention to it.

Yuan Zhou did these things smoothly and smoothly. He didn't find it difficult, but found it very pleasing to the eye.

Just when Yuan Zhou was making the big bags, a long queue had already started to form at the door. As long as Queen Jiang was not around, Wu Hai's number one position could definitely be kept. This was the confidence of being the boss of a small store.

"Brother Hai, what do you think of breakfast this morning?" Mao Xiong asked happily every day.

Wu Hai sniffed hard while lying on the door, and after smelling it for a while, he said, "It's a new breakfast. I haven't eaten it before, but it smells like steamed buns."

"Are they soup dumplings?" The old man came with his wife today.

I came early and stood behind Mao Xiong and the others. Today is another day without Zhou Xi.

Although he is old, his ears are still good. The old man is obsessed with soup dumplings and wants to eat them every day. Of course, it is also because the old lady likes to eat them, which is the most important thing.

When I heard Wu Hai's words, I immediately thought they were soup dumplings. Of course, there are really a lot of steamed buns produced here in Yuanzhou, such as crab roe buns, xiaolongbao, longan buns, barbecued pork buns, etc., but the old man I definitely fall in love with soup dumplings.

"No, they are new steamed buns. They are very fragrant and made of meat." Wu Hai felt as if his saliva was dripping from the smell.

The old man pursed his lips. Although it was not soup dumplings, he still had to eat the breakfast made by Yuan Zhou.

"The buns are pretty good." The old woman tugged on the old man's sleeve and said softly.

Now the old man immediately smiled and whispered to the old lady what kind of meat was in the new buns.

As for Mao Xiong, she had already come over to sniff him together. Although she was not skilled enough to lean on the door now, she could get closer to Wu Hai.

Wang Hong, who was standing behind the four people, had a look of despair on his face. He slapped cold dog food on his face randomly.

Of course, after Wu Hai's speculation spread, no one believed it, so the breakfast team began to discuss the steamed buns. The breakfast vendor next to him was very happy with the steamed buns, because the breakfast portion was definitely not enough, so the ones he didn't eat Diners will definitely want to eat steamed buns to compensate themselves, and then won’t business get better?

Soon breakfast time began.

Everyone followed Su Ruoyan's greeting and started walking into the store. The first sixteen diners filed in and found their usual seats and sat down in a familiar manner.

"Big bag of chicken balls, one for each person." Yuan Zhou looked at it and said.

Although he was not satisfied with only one person, Wu Hai couldn't say anything. This was the rule, but he was already looking around to see if anyone needed help, focusing on the table next to the old man and his friends.

As expected, the old man and the others only ordered one portion, and Wu Hai immediately asked them to help order an extra portion. He gave them money so that they could have two portions.

The Chicken Ball Bun lives up to its name, it’s really a big bun. When it comes to the steamer, it is yellow and steaming with white heat, accompanied by a little bit of flour and meat aroma.

Carefully opening the lid of the steamer, the old man couldn't help but take a breath, "Fortunately I only ordered one, otherwise I wouldn't be able to finish it."

If you can't finish it, it's not only a waste, but also a blacklist. Even the old man thinks it's not worth it.

No wonder the old man was surprised. Just like the name, the big bun is really big. It is at least three times the size of ordinary buns. You can imagine how big it must be. It fills the entire steamer.

The chicken ball dumplings made by Yuan Zhou are definitely the most authentic, and each one meets the standard and weighs four ounces.

"This bun is okay." Wu Hai looked at the bun that looked like a flower blooming and was very satisfied with its appearance. "It's just a little too small, which doesn't live up to the name of the big bun."

Glancing at the other one that he asked the old man to order for help, Wu Hai still felt that the portion was a bit small.

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ps: Thank you for your support, friends. Hey, Caimao will give this book a perfect ending. It is impossible to have a bad ending! (praise me now)