Little Fubao from the farmhouse takes space to flee famine

Chapter 114

A Ling walked quickly from the shop next door to the restaurant, thinking that there was something wrong with the restaurant and hurriedly called her.

"My little sister is in the kitchen, I'm going to do other things first." Wen Yuan said hello and went out.

Wen Yuan and Wen Ming found a minor official under the command of the army, named Dong Qi. He had been in the military camp for twenty years and was now patrolling the city, holding a half-full official position.

The two of them are now regarded as his new recruits. The younger sister said that only by starting from the smallest things can you gain a lot.

In the kitchen, An Ran squatted under the stove and blew on the fire. Fortunately, he had enough lung capacity. When the fire got louder, the water in the pot turned into vapor and dispersed.

"Little miss, leave this job to Shunzi, he's good at it." Master Guo winked at Shunzi, wondering if he really wanted the miss to cook the stove.

Burning a fire is a technical job. When is it bigger and when is it smaller? Controlling the fire all depends on human experience.

When the pot is hot, put a spoonful of vegetable oil into the pot. The vegetable oil masters have poured it into the pot early, so it is very convenient to use without waiting for the oil to be cooked.

"Master Guo, put more oil, this dish is very oily." A Ling guided from the side.

Master Guo hesitated for a moment and used another spoonful of oil.

Seeing that Master Guo couldn't do anything, An Ran was like the aunt who was cooking in the cafeteria. She couldn't bear to add a little more, so she took the spoon and put a big spoonful of oil into the pot.

"Ouch! Enough, enough!" Master Guo reached out and grabbed An Ran's hand. The oil made his heart bleed. That family ate so much oil for cooking.

An Ran discovered the problem from when the chefs handled the ingredients to cooking. The chefs were reluctant to put things away. Some parts of the livestock were smelly but they were reluctant to throw them away or maybe they didn't know. For cooking, they mostly used boiled lard, but they were reluctant to put away vegetable oil and peanut oil. .

This is a habit left over from survival, but doing business is different. Only by giving up can you get something. Some people eat not just to fill their stomachs, but sometimes a table of dishes is also a favor and face.

"This must not save water. Wash the blood inside. This is sweet potato flour. Wrap it with salt and sprinkle it with salt. These seasonings to remove the fishy smell must also be pounded into the juice with a pounding jar and wrapped in it. Finally rinse it, so that there is no There will be a fishy smell.”

An Ran put the cleaned onion and ginger slices into a jar and ground them into pieces, then poured the whole thing out and put it on some fishy meat.

Shunzi washed her hands and started rubbing them actively, coating the fish with juice according to the method, and then washed it with water.

Different from the fish meat in the past, the fish meat is white and translucent with no trace of red blood.

An Ran didn't know much about other things, but she grew up eating fish. Especially when there was red bait, their family really ate fish every day. Looking at the fish made her stomach ache. Fortunately, they dug a pond and raised it. When you get up, there are countless fish in the mountain pools, and there are many ways to eat fish.

"Okay, the fish must be tender. Don't stir it with a shovel. It's out of the pot now. Miss, come and have a taste." Master Guo took the fish out of the pot and sprinkled crushed dried chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns on top. The aroma is instantly stimulated when hot oil is poured on it.

The vegetables look better when scallions are sprinkled on them, and they look fresh and spicy.

An Ran took his chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish meat. It was the best fish belly, white, tender and elastic.

Um!Delicious!An Ran then ate a few pieces, sweating slightly on his forehead and sniffing his nose.

Master Guo brought some bowls and chopsticks to taste. It was true that the taste of the fish was very different from before. There was no fishy smell at all. I felt really ashamed to have been cooking for half my life.

Shunzi and others stood aside, remembering the steps just now. Here they learned things that they could not learn from the master in the past few years.

"The white chicken here is also ready, come and try it." The white chicken guided by A Ling has been cut into pieces and plated, and the most important thing is a bowl of dipping sauce.

This chicken with smooth white skin and tender meat will make your mouth and tongue salivate when dipped in this juice, and it has a rich aroma.

"There is more than one kind of dipping sauce for this chicken, and it can be prepared according to people's tastes. This requires Master Guo to think about it himself." Li Aling wrote down today's cooking method in detail, marking clearly any areas that need attention.

Master Guo was the first to take over the recipe. This thing is very precious to the person who owns the stove, and it is also one of the family treasures of the owner. "The things I taught you today cannot leave our restaurant in the future. Do you know that these things are our family's recipes. If they appear in his house in the future..."

Before Li Aling could finish speaking, several people swore to express their stance that these things would not be leaked if the owner was willing to teach them.

"Master chefs, don't be afraid of making mistakes in the past few days. Practice these dishes. If you make more dishes, I will ask grandpa to ask people to take them to the farm to improve the food for everyone."

An Ran looked at the ingredients in the kitchen. She was not afraid of things being wasted. Now that hundreds of people were eating, she would definitely build this restaurant into the best restaurant in Yiyang City.

"Miss, don't worry, if you are willing to give us a chance, we will definitely live up to your expectations."

You must know that with these recipes, they can be exposed to more advanced cooking and become more knowledgeable. This is also a craft of eating.

An Ran took out the handkerchief in her bag and said, "Sister Aling, wipe your sweat. Thank you for your hard work."

It is true that those who are capable work harder. A Ling learns more and knows better, just like a brick, it can be moved wherever it is needed.

"Thank you, little sister. Don't worry, leave it to me here. If the aunts can come, they will make more delicious dishes." What she has learned is just a superficial knowledge, and she can understand it through hearing and seeing.

An Ran took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from A Ling's forehead. She saw that A Ling was the busiest person in the family. Over the years, she had regarded A Ling as a very close person.

"I'm not tired anymore after my little sister wiped my sweat away." A Ling kissed the little sister's soft face and sent her off to do her own thing.

An Ran folded the handkerchief. She did have something else to do, and she still needed to check on the progress at the farm.

When the little deaf man saw the young lady going out, he made sign language and asked if he wanted to leave the city.

An Ran nodded and put some new vegetables in the basket, so that when the restaurant opens, the farm can start supplying vegetables.

"Get out of the way!" The government officer dispersed the crowd on the road, followed by three people wearing coarse linen clothes.

"What did these people do?"

"I know about that one. It seems to be Zhou Meihua from Wu Alley. I heard that she committed an offense and killed an old woman. She was the famous old woman from the bun shop."

Zhou Meihua's hair was disheveled, her lips were chapped and white, she was shaking her head as if she was delirious, and she was muttering, "I didn't kill him."

An Ran, with keen ears, heard the familiar location and looked at the last woman in the middle of the road.

"I heard that this woman killed the fat woman selling steamed buns after biting her to death. Even though she was soft and weak, she took the meat-chopping knife and stabbed the old woman to death. She was knocked to the ground."

"Then why did this woman want to kill that old woman? It's true that a person cannot be judged by her appearance. Looking at her like that, I'm afraid she must have been beaten into submission."

Seeing that the little lady refused to leave, the little deaf man stretched out his hand to signal that these were all for beheading, and would give him nightmares if he saw them.

"Look at the sun. People will fall to the ground at three quarters of noon. Let's go and have a look."

"No, it's scary."

"You're afraid of an egg. It's not you who chopped down the person. Besides, three quarters past noon is the time when the Yang is in full swing. You can't turn into a evil ghost. Even if you have your grievances and debts, you won't be found."

Although inmates on death row are beheaded every now and then, there are always a large number of spectators at each scene, and everyone in the audience talks with great interest about what they have committed.

(End of this chapter)