The Chinese delicacy pays attention to the color, flavor and taste. And the development of food in the era of live broadcast in later generations has added another exquisite standard to food, show.

Young people love to show, and they also like to watch other people's shows, such as showing the whole production process of food to diners, in fact, it has been around since the Song Dynasty.

The food stalls at the summer night market are the earliest prototypes of show food.

It's been a few days since Suiyuan beef noodles were born, and the art of ramen is no secret, and there are stalls dedicated to showcasing ramen skills at the largest Funabashi Night Market in Tokyo.

A mass of noodles tosses and turns in the hands of the ramen chef and then flies into ramen, and the process itself has the effect of attracting diners.

Even if the noodle stall vendors who perform ramen don't have the delicious braised soup, the diners know that the ramen at the night market can't compare to the beef noodles in the garden.

But this does not prevent them from patronizing such food stalls, because visiting the night market itself is not just for eating, walking around, eating and drinking, it is for the purpose of leisure and entertainment.

Diners eat noodles while enjoying the performance of the ramen master, which not only increases their appetite, but also adds a lot of fun, and this form of small food stall also makes the nightlife of the people of the Great Song Dynasty, who are bored every night in summer, more colorful.

If there is a live broadcast in this era, then this small vendor will definitely get a lot of fans to brush up 666.

Wang Mingyuan came to Zhuangzi to visit his daughter, so he mentioned this matter to Yang Huairen, although what he said was very plain, but the meaning was a little angry.

Yang Huairen actually understands the mood of this old man very well, but he can't change the limitations of his thinking as a small businessman.

Although ramen was invented by Yang Huairen, he didn't plan to hide it as his own heirloom at first, and from the moment he started working with thirteen big restaurants in the city, he knew that the ramen technique would be passed on sooner or later.

What's more, Yang Huairen's original purpose was not simply to make money with his own skills, because his cooking skills are ahead of his time compared to the current chefs, and there are too many skills, so he doesn't need to be a baby in his arms.

Properly pass on these skills to the people, so that more people in the Great Song Dynasty can enjoy more types of food, is what he is willing to see, otherwise, he would not have to work hard and spend money to open a Culinary Academy.

However, since the old man reminded him, he still had to make some expressions, and patiently explained for a long time, but Wang Mingyuan still didn't seem to understand.

Yang Huairen was a little embarrassed, he couldn't let others eat with this skill just because the ramen technique and skills were passed on from him, not to mention that a vendor who set up a stall selling ramen in the night market could not pose any threat to his status in the culinary world.

"Uncle Yue, do you think that the ramen skills of the night market vendor you mentioned have surpassed that of your son-in-law?"

Wang Mingyuan shook his head, "Actually, I don't know how to distinguish this, but I heard Yang Lotian say that although the vendor's ramen skills are good, they can't compare with him, if so, then it shouldn't be able to compare with you." ”

Yang Huairen put on an innocent look, "Then what are you worried about?" Our business has long been counting on ramen to make money, so why bother with a hawker who puts up a night market to make a living? ”

Wang Mingyuan is no longer the sick he used to be, and replied with full anger, "I'm just not happy." ”

This made Yang Huairen helpless, the old man was unhappy, so he couldn't just send him away.

"Why don't I have time to go into the city?"

Wang Mingyuan nodded happily.

Yang Huairen shook his head helplessly, he really said this a lot, he was uncomfortable with himself on a hot day, and he was competing with a night market vendor.

However, in order to satisfy the old man, since he agreed, he took time to go to the city, and he should go to the night market for leisure.

After sending Wang Mingyuan away, Yang Huairen came back and saw that there was smoke in the yard, but it didn't feel like the family had gone to water, so he hurried a few steps and bypassed the front yard to find out that it was his mother who missed the pancakes in her hometown again.

Shandongdong pancakes are simple and affordable, mainly full of tubes. Dip green onions and other greens in a roll of miso and take a big bite, and then chew it in a big bite, sweet and delicious, without losing the sweet and spicy crispness.

You can also roll sauce meat or pickles, or eggs and sausages, but anything that can be rolled up and eaten is a staple food and a vegetable, but it is a delicious and versatile form of fast food.

Mother Yang only used a few stones of the same size and neat shape to build a simple stove, on the top of the shelf pancake pancake, with straw in the stove to make a fire, has begun to spread pancakes.

A little maid was beside her, afraid that the smoke after the straw burned would choke Yang's mother, so she covered her nose with one hand, and grabbed a big pu fan with the other hand to fan Yang's mother.

The other maids and servants stood far away, seemingly trying to persuade them, but Mother Yang raised her eyes and glared at her, and no one dared to take a step forward.

Mother Yang was also purely scaring people, turned around, looked at the maid next to her with a smile on her face, and pretended to say, "Don't slap me, I'm not hot, fan the stove, the fire is not strong enough." ”

"Oh, oh." The little maid went to fan the stove again, looked at the speed of the straw burning, grabbed a handful of straw and stuffed it in.

Yang Huairen shook his head, the old people lined up today to make trouble for him.

Yang's mother's personal maid saw Yang Huairen coming over, and hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, "The old lady misses the taste of pancakes again, so ......"

Yang Huairen didn't mean to blame them, he knew his mother's temper, he would do it himself if he wanted to eat, and he wouldn't deliberately call the maids and servants.

It's just that in this way, maids like Chun'er feel very guilty in their hearts, and it always seems unreasonable to let the old lady do such rough work.

It's a pity that they didn't think about baking pancakes for Yang's mother, but unfortunately they did it once, and Yang's mother said that the taste was completely wrong, so she never let them do it for them again, and then she adhered to the family motto of doing it yourself.

Not to mention, Yang's mother was born in a peasant family, and the craftsmanship of baking pancakes is really a must, and the miscellaneous grain paste is poured on the pan, and the scraper in the other hand is shaken dexterously, and the paste is quickly and evenly smeared on the hot pan.

The paste was quickly solidified into a pancake after being heated, and Yang's mother used a bamboo slices as a shovel to shovel along the edge of the pancake, and finally folded it into a fixed shape and shoveled it into a dustpan next to it, and a golden pancake was baked.

The whole set of movements is skillful and smooth, with a sense of earthiness and repetitive beauty.

Yang Huairen looked at his mother's craftsmanship and couldn't help but admire, isn't this a model of "show food" in life?