The Spirit of Gourmet

Chapter 8 Leave some for me!
Food recommenders have a strong ability to appreciate dishes.

At this moment, Zhou Qing, like Zhou Yun, could smell a slight fragrance in the air, and he could even tell that the fragrance was that of fried food.

This discovery made his brows raise instantly.

In his impression, frying is not uncommon in fish dishes, but it is generally used for cooking small fish.

Those small fish with almost no meat but a lot of bones will taste average and be inconvenient to eat if cooked in the normal way. However, if you fry the bones that have not yet completely hardened in oil until they are crispy, they are very delicious.

The fried fish tastes crispy and delicious.

However, this method is not suitable for fish like mandarin fish, which have few bones and tender meat.

Mandarin fish has few bones, so there is no need to fry the bones until crispy. Moreover, if the bones of a mandarin fish of this size are fried until crispy, the meat will probably be too tough to eat.

What's more, although fried food is fragrant, it also has a strong greasy taste. The greasy taste completely destroys the sweetness of the mandarin fish itself, making it inferior.

So even though the smell was very fragrant, Zhou Qing's evaluation of Qin Lang had been lowered a bit before Qin Lang's dishes were even served.

"Zizzizi..."

The faint sound coming from the kitchen made Zhou Qing's ears move.

What is this sound?
The sound of frying?
It doesn't seem entirely.

As the sound gradually grew louder, Zhou Qing had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he couldn't think of much at the moment.

The sound of footsteps and an increasingly strong aroma swept over, and Qin Lang walked out of the kitchen and gently placed the dishes in his hands on the dining table.

"Squirrel mandarin fish, please taste it."

Zhou Qing's eyes first fell on the dishes, and then his pupils shrank slightly.

“Is this a mandarin fish?!”

Zhou Yun on the side couldn't help but exclaim. After receiving the death stare from his father, he knew he had said something wrong and covered his mouth suddenly, but the surprise in his eyes could not be hidden at all.

After warning Zhou Yun with his eyes, Zhou Qing carefully looked at the vivid red squirrel in front of him. After a moment, he discovered the mystery based on some details.

"Two halves of fish body made into body and tail?" Zhou Qing murmured softly, while picking up the chopsticks and picking up the squirrel head.

After a brief thought, he turned the squirrel's head back to the direction it should have been facing when it was still on the mandarin fish. "I see."

"Without much sculpting, the small fin behind the fish head looks so similar to a squirrel's head from a different angle. It's quite interesting."

As he spoke, he put the squirrel's head aside and returned his gaze to the squirrel's body and tail.

The red soup poured on the surface was still emitting small bubbles rapidly at this moment, which made Zhou Qing's eyes slightly focused.

"Was that the sound just now the soup being poured onto the fish that had just been fried?" Zhou Qing's voice had a hint of realization in it.

No wonder that voice sounded familiar.

The sound of cold water entering hot oil is similar.

If you think about it carefully, the sound is very similar to the call of a squirrel, and the dish is arranged in the shape of a squirrel. Such ingenuity is truly rare.

However, the evaluation of dishes is not just based on appearance.

After a brief observation, Zhou Qing has confirmed that this dish called Squirrel Mandarin Fish is indeed fried.

Not only that, Qin Lang seemed to be afraid that the greasy smell could not cover the taste of the mandarin fish itself, so he cut it into pieces to increase the contact area between the oil and the meat.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qing felt a little regretful. He stretched out his chopsticks to the fish, intending to taste what the fried fish tasted like.

"Crack!"

With a very slight crisp sound, he broke off a piece of fish thread at the root, leaving only a little fish skin exposed at the end.

This made Zhou Qing nod slightly, "Very good knife skills."

From the outside, he had noticed that Qin Lang's flower knife moves were very neat, with the intervals between each knife being almost exactly the same.

This scene means that every cut is made precisely on the fish skin without cutting the skin, so that the fish threads will not stick to each other.

Being able to do both of these things simultaneously meant his knife skills were quite impressive. Without hesitation, Zhou Qing bit off half of the shredded fish in one bite.

The next moment, his eyes widened.

When you put the shredded fish in your mouth, the initial taste is sweet and sour.

After the juice is collected, the slightly thick sweet and sour juice is evenly distributed on the surface of the starch shell. The sweet and sour taste makes people feel refreshed and stimulates their appetite.

After a quick chew, the taste changes again.

The fried starch shell is crispy with a slightly sticky texture, which is the result of the outer layer being soaked in sweet and sour juice.

The simultaneous presence of the two alleviates the greasiness of the shell to a great extent, while making the taste more layered.

In contrast, the fish meat inside is fresh and tender.

The expected situation that the greasy taste would cover the sweet taste of the mandarin fish meat did not happen at all. Zhou Qing could clearly taste the sweetness of the fish meat and even taste the juice in the fish meat.

This…

Zhou Qing couldn't help but look at the remaining half of the chopstick.

From the cross section, you can clearly see that the fish meat inside is tender and juicy.

The fish doesn't look fried at all, but rather steamed.

and many more…

蒸？
Zhou Qing's gaze shifted from the fish meat itself to the crispy shell surrounding it. It was as if a bolt of lightning flashed through his mind, causing him to shudder.

Countless tiny crispy shells form a dense protective layer under high temperature, tightly wrapping the delicate fish meat inside, forming an airtight high-temperature layer...

Aren’t these just miniature steamers?
In just a moment, Zhou Qing was shocked by this genius idea.

He knew very well that this step sounded simple but was actually very difficult.

First, we must ensure that the pastry shell evenly wraps every corner without leaving any gaps. Second, we must have very precise control over the heat.

If the heat is too high, this delicate state will collapse instantly and the mandarin fish will become real fried mandarin fish.

Zhou Qing put the remaining half of the fish thread into his mouth expressionlessly, feeling ashamed of his initial guess.

It is not good to think that a dish is not tasty before actually tasting it.

This is a big taboo for those who eat recommended foods.

After all, I am old, and after years of tasting delicious food, I have lost my awe of food.

Fortunately, it’s not too late to find out...

"Dad..." A strange voice came from the side, interrupting Zhou Qing's thoughts.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Qing glared at Zhou Yun in dissatisfaction. "During the review period, no one outside the organization should speak!"

Zhou Yun wanted to cry but had no tears.

I wanted to keep quiet, but...

"This fish...will you leave some for me?"

Zhou Qing was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the plate in front of him, and was shocked to find that half of the fish body used to make the squirrel tail had been eaten by him.

At this moment, he had already eaten half of the squirrel's body.

"This...I ate all of this?" Zhou Qing widened his eyes in surprise.

His appetite has been getting worse as he gets older. How long has it been since he had such a good appetite?

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(End of this chapter)