I have become popular in modern times with food

Chapter 323 Nine Palace Pot ([-])
Fang Zilu smiled slightly: "This is rice soup."

The door of the restaurant was ajar, and there was a faint cool breeze blowing in. The woman came closer and sniffed, and it really was a strong aroma of grains.

Wash the rice grains with clean water, then soak them in time to soak out all the impurities and particles, and then filter them through a mesh sieve to make the water clear and transparent.Sprinkle salt and peanut oil into the washed rice and stir well, then add water submerged in the rice and freeze for a while.

Boil the water in the pot, pour in the refrigerated rice and cook slowly until the rice grains bloom and become thick.Then use a sieve to sieve the porridge and rice, leaving only a silky and dense porridge bottom, which emits a subtle and rich aroma from time to time.

This is the inspiration that Chef Ah Si drew from Fujian and Guangdong porridge - rice-free porridge.

The woman was full of interest in this novel soup base that she had never seen before. Under Fang Zilu's guidance, she used a fork to pick up a thin, translucent fish fillet with skin.

"It's so beautiful——" She carefully lifted the fish fillet, facing the warm light in the restaurant, she couldn't help admiring, "It's like a diamond..." It's crystal clear.

The boneless fish fillet is a wonderful presentation of Chef Lai's knife skills.The carp cuts a knife from the tail, presses the fish body with one hand, and holds the kitchen knife tightly with the other hand, and cuts thick fish steaks along the direction of the fish bone.I just felt that the blade of the knife in his hand was lightly slashed, and the two petals of the fish fell easily, leaving only the thin fish bones.

Carp has many spines, but Chef Lai has a mysterious kung fu of removing fish bones. With the opening and closing of his palms, he takes out a long strip of fish full of spines from the middle of the flesh.At this point, the fish on the chopping board has reached a truly boneless state.

With one slice of the slanted knife, it becomes a fish fillet that is as translucent and shiny as crystal.After being marinated with subtle seasonings, it is the perfect match for the rice-free soup base.

The woman carefully put the fish fillet into the small grid, the fish fillet sank to the bottom, and three seconds later, the noodle soup poured out with the tumbling start, like a flat boat dancing in this vast white ocean.What followed was a more intense aroma lingering at the tip of their noses.

"Are you ready?" The man wiped the corners of his mouth, looking forward with a knife in one hand and a fork in the other.

Fang Zilu rolled his eyes speechlessly, and reminded: "You don't need to use a knife to eat hot pot. If you are really hungry, you can have a sip of rice soup first."

"Can this drink?" The man's eyes lit up.

Immediately scooped up a full spoonful with the spoon he handed over, and put it in his mouth in an instant.Before Fang Zilu could stop it, he heard a clear and loud "hiss".Sure enough, the man covered his mouth and sobbed, and said vaguely: "It's so hot..."

The big spoon full of rice soup in the other hand was not willing to put it down at all.

Fang Zilu twitched his eyebrows and wanted to laugh again.

After the heat in his mouth dissipated, the man behaved himself, took a few breaths of cool air, touched the temperature of the rice soup with his lips, and drank it all in one gulp.

This clean and shiny white rice soup instantly swept through the entire mouth. It seems that there is no seasoning added, but it is surprisingly smooth and sticky. It feels like the whole person is in a wheat field, and his mouth is filled with the taste of a bumper harvest.The man's eyes were moist, thinking of the pasture in Linan.

The fish fillet is also hot, and the woman scoops out the slightly curly white fish with a small spoon, and shakes it into the seasoning sauce that Fang Zilu prepared for her.The fish is rolled up in the dark brown juice, then sucked into the mouth, touches the hot tip of the tongue, the tenderness and softness dissolves in an instant, the slightly spicy taste hidden in the sauce lingers in the mouth, and the There is light and sticky porridge water, and finally it turns into a delicious and sweet taste... flowing into the throat.

It's just... so delicious that I want to cry.

The two happily tried the pleasure brought by each small grid, and when they encountered a particularly spicy one, the woman turned the spoon around and avoided it.And the man seems to have a special liking for the spicy hot pot, even if it is so hot that his tongue sticks out, he keeps stuffing food into his mouth bit by bit.

When the bottom of the porridge gradually became cloudy, Fang Zilu brought a small bowl of porridge and rice that had been filtered out just now, and poured it into the bottom soup under the burning gaze of the two of them.

"Taste it." He scooped up a small bowl for each of them.

You can tell how delicious the hot porridge will be just by smelling it, the woman took a small sip, the delicious and soft but soft touch made her close her eyes instantly.After finishing a small bowl of porridge, I just feel a different kind of comfort in my whole body.

When he was leaving, the man was still reluctantly looking at the little crispy meat that was simmering in the small pot next to the back kitchen.Fang Zilu smiled "puchi" and packed a small portion for him in a paper bag. He immediately danced with joy and kept giving thumbs up: "Huaxia, awesome!"

The woman paid a high tip directly, and then directly uploaded the beautiful picture she just took to the social platform.

Fang Zilu watched the two leave. The man took the small crispy meat and stuffed it into his mouth one by one. Not long after he left, he found that he had finished eating again. He patted his head in frustration, licked his lips and complained that he ate too fast ...

The guests at the second table turned out to be fellow villagers from Huaxia.As soon as Zhao Youwei entered the room, he habitually looked at the back kitchen. He was a little disappointed that he didn't see that familiar figure.

His girlfriend comforted him: "Maybe he's busy."

Fang Zilu came over with the menu, seeing his listless look, asked in Esperanto, "What's wrong?"

The girlfriend smiled and patted his hand: "He is a fan of Little Boss." The answer was in Chinese.

Zhao Youwei cheered up a little, and asked, "Can I see the little boss?"

Fang Zilu was a little embarrassed: "The little boss is not here today." Although he really wanted to tell the person in front of him, the little boss was missing.But Chu Liangwei said that the news is not yet clear. If he speaks up on the Internet rashly, he is afraid that the other party will tear up his ticket if he jumps over the wall in a hurry, so he restrained himself.

"That's it..." Zhao Youwei nodded resentfully, and could only give up.

His girlfriend held his hand, and the dry temperature brought by the palm warmed his heart slightly.That year when he and his girlfriend went on a trip to the capital city, it happened that Yu’s restaurant had just opened. Unexpectedly, this meal was like an addiction. In the days to come, no matter how difficult it was in the Garden Country, he would always think about China. Restaurants bring his taste buds a treat.

He smiled lightly, with the tip of his tongue lightly touching the roof of his mouth, just thinking about it could make his mouth water.Later, a small boss came to Yu’s restaurant, and he paid attention to it from the very beginning, although being abroad did not affect his 8G surfing at all.The confrontation with Western-style restaurants, the provocation of the Neon Kingdom, and then being framed and framed, Zhao Youwei only hated that he was far away from home and could not put himself in his shoes and contribute his own strength.

Later, the little boss overcame all difficulties and regained his prestige for Yu's restaurant, and he was jumping wildly in the rental house like a fool.I also saw the little boss live broadcast, and every time I paid attention to it, I complained that I couldn't get the little boss's craftsmanship.

Even when everyone was criticizing Yu's restaurant at that time, he still firmly believed that a restaurant that can make such delicious food cannot have any bad intentions.

Just when his thoughts turned, his girlfriend had already ordered food.Fang Zilu had an instinctive closeness to fellow Huaxia folks. He took the recording board to the back kitchen and added two more dishes...

(End of this chapter)