The boss cooks, and the bankrupt company opens a state banquet restaurant

Chapter 100 Jingzhou flavor, magical white jade hands

Liu Shengnan went out and came in, which only lasted about five minutes.

When I walked in after carrying the oily meat, I looked down.

Ho!
  How come this dish is gone again?

None of them looked like they had never eaten anything good. How could they eat all the food in the blink of an eye?
  ‘Six dishes won’t be enough, right? ’

It was the first time that Sister Katsunan came up with this idea.

After all, the portion given by the boss was really generous, especially the plate of over-fat meat, with almost no other side dishes, just large slices of meat!
  Seeing that it was oily meat, Brother Fang Chang immediately became energetic.

It’s me, Boss Su, who actually thought of making such a classic local dish!
  "Uncle, aunt, you can try it. This is a local dish in Jingzhou, and it is also Yuanyuan's favorite dish."

Jiang Yuan: When did I love eating fatty meat? What I like to eat is the potato slices inside the oily pork, okay?
  "Hey, why are there no potato slices in today's oily pork?"

Jiang Wensheng no longer dared to underestimate the chef. He just asked out of curiosity, "Is this pork made from pork?"

Brother Fang Chang nodded, "Yes. They are all made of pork tenderloin, please try it quickly."

Jiang Wensheng nodded silently.

I thought to myself that this dish is really strange. If it was made entirely of lean meat, would it be delicious?
  But he still took a bite to taste.

It's salty and fresh, and the seasoning is a bit like Shandong cuisine. How can the tenderloin be so silky?

It looks like it has been thickened during the processing, but you can't feel the presence of gorgon powder at all when you eat it, which is a bit interesting.

Jiang Wensheng took another bite and said, "Can I order some rice?"

"I'll go!" Fang Chang ran out of the private room and came to the kitchen very attentively.

"Brother! Sisters! Hurry up and get some rice! The oily meat is so delicious and goes well with rice. Everyone is waiting for the rice!"

Aunt Fang helped to serve the rice. Su Chen asked with some expectancy, "How was it? What did your father-in-law say?"

He really wanted to know what the Huaiyang cuisine chefs thought of the S-grade boiled dried shredded noodles that he made according to the famous recipe.
  Brother Fang Chang gave a thumbs up, "Absolutely awesome! No one said anything when he ate it, my father-in-law didn't say much, he just ate it!"

That's good, Su Chen nodded and felt relieved.

It seems that the side dish has been improved and the taste has changed, but not in an unpleasant direction.

Aunt Fang served the rice and put it on a tray.

Su Chen added, "The steamed oatmeal noodles are also ready, let's take them out together."

Liu Shengnan placed a steamer on a tray, which contained neat oatmeal noodles, and three bowls were placed around the steamer.

There are mutton soup, pork ribs soup, and vegetable soup with pickles.

These soups are different from ordinary soups. If you drink it directly, it will feel very salty, and it may even be so salty that it is difficult to swallow!
  Only by dipping it with oatmeal noodles can the saltiness be neutralized.

Auntie was carrying rice, Shengnan was carrying noodles, and Brother Fang led the three of them back to the private room.

The moment he walked into the private room, Brother Fang Chang was stunned, "Where's the fried pork?"

There is no oily meat waiting to be served on the table, there is just an empty plate with some grease!
  Scattered on top are a few slices of scallions.

Several elders present, including Jiang Yuan, turned their heads and did not look at Fang Chang.

Brother Fang Chang understood.

Are you sending me out to fetch food and then doing crazy work yourself?
  Do you really treat me like an outsider?

Brother Fang Chang's father probably felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he scolded in a low voice, "What's your name? Hurry up and sit down and eat!"

Brother Fang Chang:? ? ?

Is it my fault that they co-authored it?
  When Shengnan put down the oatmeal, Brother Fang's mother's eyes lit up and she introduced him very proactively.

"This is also one of our local dishes. It is a home-cooked dish. It is usually eaten by our elderly people. Their children don't like it very much. You two should try it quickly!"

As he said that, he started to help separate the oatmeal rolls that were stuck together.

"I just love this mutton soup, it's so delicious when dipped in it!" Fang Chang's father dipped a large chopstick into the bowl of oatmeal noodles.

The gray oatmeal noodles were covered with sauce-colored soup and dripping mutton fat. Jiang Wensheng and Yuan Suzhen looked at it with horrified expressions on their faces.

If you take this sip, you'll probably die of nausea, right?

"Okay, I'd better dip it in some pork rib soup." Yuan Suzhen was indeed a little scared looking at the mutton soup.

The people of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang generations eat relatively light meals and tend to have a sweet taste. They are really not used to eating this kind of dish with soybean paste, oil and salt.

Brother Fang Chang looked on angrily.

When I ate oily meat just now, I didn’t hear you say that you can’t eat oily and salty things.
  But then again, You Mian, the eldest brother of the East and the West, also finds it very magical.

He remembered that when he was very young, if his family gave him steamed oatmeal noodles, he would get angry and cry on the spot!

Brother Fang Chang even wondered for a while, how could there be something as unpalatable as oat noodles in this world?
  But as he grew up, Brother Fang Chang gradually began to accept this staple food. Until now, if he doesn't eat a meal every few days, he always feels like something is missing in his stomach and is very uncomfortable.

Time is so cruel, it can change a person's tastes and hobbies!

Therefore, under the influence of Brother Fang, Jiang Yuan now also has a soft spot for this staple food.

"Come on Yuanyuan, try it with the pork ribs soup." Brother Fang Chang gave his girlfriend a chopstick.

Jiang Yuan said while eating, "I still like to eat fried oats noodles."

Fang Changniang heard from the side, "Then auntie will make fried noodles for you tomorrow, and you and Fang Chang will come home for dinner."

"Yeah!" Jiang Yuan nodded in agreement.

When Jiang Wensheng saw this scene, it was heartbreaking!

She is obviously the daughter I raised since she was a child, but now she is so close to others, and she has to go back to other people's homes to eat. Isn't the Huaiyang cuisine I cooked by myself more delicious than these po-shaped noodles? It won’t work if it’s dark!
  Jiang Wen angrily picked up a chopstick, I want to try it today!

Dip the pork ribs soup into your mouth.

Well! ! !
  What kind of magical combination is this?

There are no ribs in the pork rib soup, only the meaty and soy flavor of the ribs, and a particularly strong salty taste.

But when dipped in this oatmeal noodles, all those flavors can be easily resolved?
  And the taste of this oatmeal noodles is also amazing. It is not like white noodles or other flours. It is like this noodle.
  Jiang Wensheng took some more to taste.

There is no smell at the entrance, only a faint aroma of certain crops.

And the texture is slightly rough, it seems to be some kind of miscellaneous grains.

When Fang Chang's mother saw her father-in-law being so curious, she smiled and introduced it to everyone, "This oatmeal is a specialty of the north, and the crop is called oatmeal."

"The birth of oatmeal noodles requires three times of rawness and three times of ripeness, which is not easy to say."

"Oh?" Jiang Wensheng, who is very interested in food, asked curiously, "What does this mean?"

Mother Fang smiled and said, "When the oats are first planted, they need to be threshed and then fried before they can be ground into flour. This means they are ripe once in a lifetime."

"After grinding it into flour, you must use boiling water to knead the flour when cooking. This is called two-cooked."

"After the noodles are mixed, they have to be processed a third time. As we can see now, this is three-cooked and three-cooked. I remember when I was young, when our wheat field fried oats every year, the whole village would Smell that scent.”

That's it!

Jiang Wensheng sighed, "How could there be such miraculous crops?"

Father Fang burst out laughing, "When you go back this time, I'll ask Mr. Fang to bring you some noodles to eat!"

Mother Fang shook her head, "The oatmeal noodles have to be made here. If we take them to other places, the water won't work."

"Ah?" Yuan Suzhen was very puzzled by this, "Why?"

It's all water, used to knead noodles. Why can't it be made from other places? This is too mysterious, isn't it?
  This time, without waiting for the other party to explain, Jiang Wensheng said, "It is possible. A friend of mine from Guangdong Province excitedly brought their specialties to me to try. As a result, he couldn't make it even after working in the kitchen several times. That smell can only be attributed to the poor quality of our Yangzhou water."

Is there such a magical thing in this world?
  Several people present were amazed when they heard this.

During a few chats, the oatmeal noodles were completely eaten, and Jiang Wensheng's mind changed slightly towards Jingzhou cuisine.

If it tastes like this, it is indeed okay, but the raw materials are a bit rough.

Seeing that the plates on the table were empty again, Brother Fang Chang was worried.

What are northerners most afraid of when eating?
  What I'm afraid of is that my plate will be empty while I'm eating, and I'll always feel like I haven't entertained my guests well.

"Hey, Boss Su is a little slow in bringing out the food today, but it's not the same as usual." Fang Chang looked around to talk to him, easing the awkward atmosphere on the table.

Father Fang said rudely, "We ate too fast!"

Jiang Wensheng and Yuan Suzhen lowered their heads in embarrassment.

Indeed, the speed at which they ate exceeded Su Chen's estimate, and at this moment, Su Chen was also rushing to make this legendary dark meat stew!

"I think the stew is more delicious when the potatoes are stewed into a paste. The mashed potatoes are wrapped in vermicelli. Take one bite, tsk tsk!" Bai Xiaobo imagined it in the kitchen, and his mouth water was left.

"Nonsense. The stew has to be made with fried potatoes and fried tofu to be delicious. That's not called a stew, it's a stew!" He Shuting also said plausibly. Liu Shengnan tried his best to recall the stews he had eaten. It seemed that what they both said made sense, and he liked all of them.

Aunt Fang was also a little unsure, "Sometimes I grill it with oil, and sometimes I just braise it."

After soliciting extensive opinions, Su Chen sighed.

This dish is too difficult!
  No matter which method he uses, Su Chen can only achieve level A at most, which is already his peak level in the practice room.

However, the three Huaiyang dishes were all S-level, and the three Jingzhou dishes were all A-level. This obviously puts the local cuisine at a disadvantage!

‘If that doesn’t work, why not just serve six big meat buns? ’

But the big meat buns don’t have a very obvious Jingzhou flavor.

"Boss, is there a possibility?" Liu Abao, as an outsider, began to speculate.

He had never eaten this kind of dark meat stew, but after listening to everyone's discussion, he probably understood the meaning.

"It's this thing. It mainly consists of the word braised? I don't know what method you are talking about, but braised dishes must be braised."

Su Chen thought about it.

"There is a big difference between braising and stewing, if that's what you say."

While talking, Su Chen also started to prepare the ingredients.

Yes, this dish only contains chopped ingredients and has not been further processed.

Liu Abao's words had the feeling of awakening someone from a dream.

Su Chen thought silently.

What does stew mean?
  It means that all the ingredients must be pre-processed. The ingredients are actually in a mature state during the stew, and then all the ingredients are stewed together through the stock.

What about stew? Simmer over low heat, and boil over medium and high heat.

These three methods seem to operate in the same way, but in fact there are big differences in the handling of ingredients and the use of heat.

"Abao, prepare a piece of sliced ​​cabbage and fried tofu for me."

"okay!"

On Su Chen's side, he heated up a pot of oil and prepared to oil the previously cut potato pieces.

While lighting the fire, Su Chen thought of something.

The white jade hand that can be used once a day has not been used yet, and if the prediction is good, I will at least have no customer orders to make today.

Not using it is also a waste.

As soon as I thought about it, the skill was activated, and I didn't feel anything special. The text introduction of the skill is: Enhance perception ability.

Su Chen didn't care much. He stretched out his hand to grab the handle of the pot and slide the oil inside.

The moment he touched the handle of the pot!
  Ok?
  Su Chen's movements suddenly paused. What does this mean?
  Without any warning, the moment his right hand came into contact with the handle of the pot, his brain seemed to suddenly know something.

The oil temperature is not enough.

What is the logic?

Turning the frying pan and letting the oil in the pan circulate in a circle, Su Chen didn't observe at all, and knew one more thing in his mind.

The oil temperature is enough!

Immediately turn to medium heat and add all the potato pieces into the pot while keeping the oil warm.

not enough time.

This sudden thought made Su Chen very unbelievable. Is this the perception ability after the white jade hand is turned on?
  If that were the case, that would be awesome!
  This is almost a direct improvement in cooking skills!
  Whether it is heat or maturity, as long as it is any program that can be controlled manually, as long as you touch it with your hands, you will know the specific information immediately!
  Just in time.

When this idea came to Su Chen's mind, he immediately took out all the potato pieces and put them in a colander to control the oil.

What an amazing skill!
  On the other side, Po's fried tofu has also been cooked.

Su Chen turned on the stove again, dug a little oil into the lard basin with a spoon, and an idea popped into his mind.

a bit less.

So I pressed the spoon down again, and after digging in a little more, I put the lard into the wok.

With the blessing of the white jade hand's perception ability, Su Chen's movements became even faster. Whether it was adding seasonings or cooking time, there was almost no need to think at all!
  Add star anise and ginger powder to the pork in the wok and stir-fry until the color turns slightly darker. Then add the sliced ​​cabbage and start stir-frying.

Under precise heat control, the juice in the cabbage leaves is quickly fried out, until it evaporates until there is no moisture in the pot.

Add the oiled potato cubes and fried tofu, add soy sauce and stir-fry evenly.

"chicken soup."

Liu Abao quickly brought over the chicken soup that had been cooked in advance. Su Chen poured half of the bowl in without even thinking about it. The chicken soup even submerged the ingredients in the pot.

"Boss Su, isn't this a bit too much?" Liu Abao was a little confused.

If it is stewed, there is actually no need to make so much soup, because the ingredients are already cooked, so the time required for stewing is relatively short.

If there is too much soup, it can easily turn into a pot of 'boiled' ingredients.

Therefore, the stewing method requires not only a short time, but also thickening in advance. This is a truth that every chef must understand.

"No, you'll find out later."

Su Chen looked confident.

But the more and more soup is boiling in the pot, it doesn't look so clever.

At this time, Brother Fang Chang came to the kitchen again.

"Boss Su, are there any more dishes?"

Fang Chang looked a little listless, just like wilted eggplant.

"Yes, it will be ready soon."

"Ah? What kind of food? I feel like six dishes are not enough."

Su Chen said with a hint of doubt, "How could it be possible? My portions are all generous, and the portion of the last dish is even greater."

Not only is the portion generous, but the dark meat stew is considered a staple food in Jingzhou.

Many families often cook a pot of food, and then each person has a bowl, which is basically full.

At most, we can add one more steamed bun. I just took the rice, so how could it not be enough?
  Brother Fang Chang sighed, "Maybe the food you cook is too delicious? It's gone after a few bites every time."

Su Chen shrugged his shoulders, "Then there's nothing we can do. I didn't prepare any other ingredients. Logically speaking, these dishes should be enough to fill you up. Just take a look."

Su Chen opened the lid of the pot, revealing a large wok filled with ingredients.

"This is good!" Fang Chang felt relieved after seeing that it was a stew, "I'm sure I'll be full with this."

Su Chen nodded, "There's more."

With that said, he put a handful of thin vermicelli into the pot, covered the pot and simmered it for half a minute before opening it again.

Then use a spatula to stir all the ingredients inside.

After being stirred like this, the white potato vermicelli immediately turned into a sauce color and looked extremely soft.

Liu Abao slapped his forehead and said, "That's it. How could I forget this?"

"Potato flour itself absorbs water, and when stirred like this, the starch inside seeps out, which is equivalent to thickening. Boss Su, you are so talented!"

Su Chen didn't care.

Sometimes cooking requires some talent.

"It'll be ready soon, just wait a moment."

After mixing the ingredients evenly, turn on the heat!

The vinegar pot slid around the edge of the pot, and the unique fragrance of old vinegar suddenly wafted into the kitchen.

Holding the pot in his left hand and the shovel in his right hand, he poured the full pot of stew into a huge sea bowl.

"Now, you can serve it yourself."

"okay!"

Brother Fang Chang walked to the private room carrying this fragrant and hot stew.

And Su Chen still had one last thought in his mind.

An almost perfect dark meat stew!
  (End of this chapter)