American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

The first step is to modify the knife.

The pork tenderloin should be cut into large slices three millimeters thick, about the thickness of a coin.

If it's too thin, it will become dry and tough after frying; if it's too thick, it will be undercooked inside.

Su Wei held Emily's slightly dull Western-style kitchen knife, holding his breath and concentrating.

Although he lacked special skills, the muscle memory he developed from cooking over a long period of time gave him extremely stable hand control.

The resistance of the blade cutting into the flesh was clearly transmitted back through his fingertips; he could even feel the muscle fibers breaking.

Swish, swish, swish.

Each piece is of uniform thickness, as if machine-cut.

Next comes applying the batter.

This is the key to the success or failure of this dish.

Soak the potato starch in water beforehand until it settles into hard lumps, then pour off the water on top.

Suwei forcefully scooped the non-Newtonian fluid-like white starch into the meat slices.

Add a little cooking oil and mix well.

A sticky, strenuous feeling came through his hands, confirming Su Wei's suspicion that he hadn't gone astray. The meat slices had their moisture firmly locked in.

Emily couldn't help but laugh as she watched Su Wei struggle with a bowl of white paste with a serious expression.

"Su, the way you look right now is like you're defusing a time bomb."

"Much more complicated than bomb disposal."

Without looking up, Su Wei began preparing the sweet and sour sauce.

Add sugar, white vinegar, salt, and a little soy sauce for color.

Without any measuring cups, I relied entirely on intuition and the proportions described in the video.

Heat oil in a wok.

The cheap vegetable oil simmered in the pan, and as the heat increased, fine ripples began to appear on the surface of the oil.

Su Wei dipped the wooden chopsticks into the oil pan, and dense foam instantly surged up from the tips of the chopsticks.

It's 60% hot, that's it.

With a ripping sound.

The first slice of meat was carefully placed into the pot.

The intense frying sound rang out instantly, the white starch expanded instantly, and the meat slices floated up like clouds.

Su Wei's hands moved incredibly fast, precisely shaking the meat slices into the pot one after another to prevent them from sticking together.

The small kitchen was instantly filled with the unique aroma of fried food.

Emily couldn't help but swallow loudly, tightening her grip on the cushion in her arms.

Cotton Candy, who had been lying under the sofa, couldn't wait any longer. It darted to the kitchen doorway, its ears standing straight up, its dark eyes following Su Wei's movements as he turned the strainer. It even stomped its little feet in frustration.

Fry the first time until cooked through and set, then remove from the oil.

The oil temperature continued to rise until blue smoke rose from the pot.

Double-boil.

This time, the meat slices dehydrated rapidly under high temperature, and the outer shell became crispy and golden brown, making a crisp and pleasant "crackling" sound when they collided with each other.

Remove the meat and drain off the excess oil, leaving a little oil at the bottom of the pan.

Su Wei deliberately set aside a small portion and placed it in a separate small bowl.

then.

Sauté ginger and garlic slices until fragrant, then add finely shredded carrots and cilantro.

Finally, pour in the prepared sweet and sour sauce.

With a loud bang.

The sweet and sour aroma bursts forth under the intense heat, carrying a slightly pungent and stimulating sensation, yet it is incredibly fragrant.

Su Wei poured in the fried meat slices, then quickly flipped the pan with a sudden burst of force.

one two three.

Just three strokes are needed; any more and the crispy skin will soften. Each slice of meat is evenly coated with a glistening amber sauce.

Remove from the pan and plate.

(Image of Guo Bao Rou - There are various ways to make Guo Bao Rou, I chose one that looks good for reference only)

Just as the dish fell into the plate, making a slight sound.

On Su Wei's retina, the long-awaited light blue text finally appeared, more dazzling than ever before.

[The host has successfully completed a highly difficult cooking task that has never been attempted before. Skill assessment successful.]

Congratulations on acquiring the skill: Cooking Skill LV3 (12/800)

[Culinary Skill LV3: You have moved beyond the beginner level and possess unique insights into heat control and seasoning. Even in the presence of discerning gourmets, your dishes can hold their own.]

[Additional Passive: Deliciousness Boost (Slightly enhances the color and aroma of food), Nutrient Lock (Reduces 10% of nutrient loss during cooking).]

[Successfully prepared a delicious dinner.]

[Gain temporary buff: Mental Well-being: Energy recovery speed increased by 10%, mental well-being increased by 15%.]

It became.

Moreover, it starts at LV3.

Su Wei's lips curled up very slightly, and a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes.

It seems that the previous assumptions were entirely correct. The system rewards breakthroughs, not repetitions.

"Cough cough..."

Emily was choked by the intense jealousy, but her eyes remained fixed on the plate, as if afraid it would fly away.

"What kind of magic is this? This smell... it's too unfair."

She had never seen pork prepared this way before.

Golden and crispy, coated in an enticing sauce, and garnished with vibrant green cilantro and bright orange carrot shreds.

"Chinese magic".

Su Wei carried the plate out of the kitchen and placed it on the simple small round table.

Then, he turned around and brought out the braised pork belly that had been simmered over low heat and had a bright red color, as well as a bowl of light and refreshing spinach and egg soup.

Three dishes filled the small table to the brim. The steaming white rice, under the lamplight, exuded the aroma of home.

"Is it ready to eat?"

Emily held the fork, leaning forward like a schoolchild waiting for instructions.

"please."

As soon as Su Wei finished speaking, Emily precisely stabbed a piece of freshly cooked sweet and sour pork with her fork.

Put it in your mouth.

Click.

A crisp, extremely clear sound.

The sweet and sour sauce explodes on the tongue, followed by a crispy outer shell, and finally, your teeth cut into the tender and juicy tenderloin.

Emily froze.

She continued chewing, her blue eyes suddenly widening, and she even forgot to breathe.

He didn't speak.

She simply chewed faster, her eyes shifting from shock to fervor.

He then swallowed it quickly, and the fork reached for the plate again like a blur.

This time, the speed was twice as fast as before.

"Slow down, it's hot."

Su Wei ladled a bowl of soup and placed it beside her, looking at her with amusement.

"Su..."

Emily's mouth was stuffed full, and she mumbled indistinctly, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster's.

"You're committing a crime...this is absolutely a crime!"

"Um?"

Su Wei picked up a piece of braised pork; it was fatty but not greasy, and melted in his mouth.

Although this dish didn't require any special skills, Su Wei's skillful cooking allowed him to control the heat perfectly.

"This kind of thing..."

Emily swallowed the food in her mouth with difficulty, let out a long breath, and her cheeks flushed with excitement and heat.

"If I can't eat this anymore, I'll get depressed, I really will."

She accused him in an extremely serious tone, even with a hint of grievance.

"This is a million times better than those so-called General Tso's Chicken and Orange Chicken I've had in Chinatown! Those were practically rubber coated in syrup!"

That's an exaggeration.

Su Wei served himself a bowl of rice, feeling quite pleased.

An urgent scratching sensation came from my feet.

Cotton Candy stood up in a panic, frantically pawing at Su Wei's jeans with her two front paws, making urgent and pitiful "whimpering" sounds.

It smelled the meat but couldn't eat it, which was torture for a fox.

Su Wei had expected this; the small bowl he brought out from the table was just fried sweet and sour pork.

Take out a piece, tear off the crisp outer coating to reveal the white flesh, and toss it to the marshmallow.

The little guy displayed amazing athletic talent, catching the meat mid-air and then, like a protective treasure, crawling under the sofa, making a protective whimpering sound.

The room was warm and cozy, filled with the aroma of meat.

Outside the window, the snow had not yet melted, and the cold wind was howling.

Emily ate without any decorum, sauce smeared on her lips, completely forgetting her dignity as a master of animal behavior.

As Su Wei watched this scene, his nerves, which had been tense all day, slowly relaxed.

"Oh, right."

Emily devoured the third piece of sweet and sour pork in a flash, then, as if suddenly remembering something, reluctantly put down her fork, her expression becoming somewhat complicated and worried.

"Are you really planning to take Blake's practical assessment tomorrow? I mean... even though you're a great cook, that old man is really scary."

"certainly."

Suwei took a sip of the hot spinach soup, feeling the warmth slide down her esophagus.

"For the sake of the certification, I'd go and touch a real Kodiak brown bear, let alone Blake."

"But……"

Emily hesitated for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts.

"I heard from people in town that Blake has been in a really bad mood lately, it's like the beginning of a volcanic eruption."

"I heard it was because someone violated the hunter's code and poached a pregnant moose. The method was very cruel, but he didn't catch the person."

Emily lowered her voice.

"Right now, he's like a barrel full of gunpowder; anyone who touches him will explode. I've heard some people are so scared they're considering dropping the exam."

Suwei's fingers gently caressed the rough edge of the rice bowl.

An angry examiner.

The standards are so strict they're almost obsessive.

Add to that the rumor of that elusive poacher.

"It's okay."

Su Wei put down the bowl, speaking in a calm tone as if he were describing tomorrow's weather, but his eyes revealed a sharp glint.

"Whether it's a powder keg or an old devil."

"As long as his standards remain within the realm of humanity."

Su Wei glanced at the module panel and smiled confidently.

"I can shut him up."