Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 143

The fish meat has been completely stewed, and Chen Nian is already very hungry.

The taste of this fish is simply amazing!

The billowing steam constantly coming out of the big iron pot made Chen Nian swallow his saliva uncontrollably.

And not only did the fish meat turn brown, even the vermicelli that was put in later changed from harder than before to limp lying on the fish.

The dried chili peppers have already become round and plump after soaking up the soup, and some of them are even broken.

Inside the irregular fracture are chili seeds that have been squeezed out of flavor.

And the surrounding cornmeal pancakes also condensed under the constant high temperature just now.

The color is also darker than before, and the part closer to the lower end has completely changed its color after soaking in the soup.

"Let's eat it on the stove, it's hot!" Wang Chuang said while taking two sets of bowls and chopsticks to the stove.

And Chen Nian came over with two glasses of ginseng and wolfberry wine just out of the jar.

"Come and have a taste." Wang Chuang waved his chopsticks in greeting.

And Chen Nian was no longer polite to the other party, and directly stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish, but the moment the chopsticks were brought together, the fish broke like tofu.

"This is definitely delicious." Chen Nian said with a swallow.

Since it's not easy to pick it up, use fishing.

Facing a large piece of meat on the fish, he skillfully pulled it off the fishbone, then put it on two chopsticks, and picked it into the bowl.

When the fish was in the mouth, the strong flavor of the seasoning began to rampage in the mouth.

It's as if five hundred men with horses are running wildly inside, but at the same time, the extremely soft and tender fish meat melts in the mouth, and after the five hundred men run wildly, it gives the most gentle touch to the mouth.

There are only a few small thorns after a large piece of fish meat enters the mouth. As a chef, Chen Nian has been in Yangzhou for so long, so naturally he will not be bullied by the few fish bones.

Squeezing left and right sucked all the fish meat into his mouth, and the fishbone was passed out from his mouth.

Look at Wang Chuang again, the speed of spitting out fishbone is faster than his own.

Sure enough, he is still an experienced person.

However, after aging, I feel that the taste of fish skin is stronger than the taste of fish meat.

Although some people don't like to eat fish skin, it is a rare delicacy for aging.

The fish skin full of fish collagen, after being stewed in the pot for a long time, although some of it melted away, a lot of it remained.

The entrance is elastic, and this is the first line of contact with the soup, which is naturally the most delicious part.

"Come on, take one."

Wang Chuang raised his wine glass and said.

Chen Nian touched it.

Here, they didn't decide who was higher and who was lower, and no one deliberately put down some to make their own cup lower than the other's.

It's just a random clink of glasses.

There aren't as many twists and turns here either, drinking is just drinking.

Xiao Xiao took a sip, a spicy feeling reverberated in her mouth.

It burns quite well.

But after drinking the ginseng wine, a warm current flowed down the throat and entered the stomach.

"Come, come, eat fish, eat fish!"

Wang Chuang greeted Chen Nian again, and put a large piece of fish in the bowl for him.

"Nianzi, do you eat the fish head? Let me tell you that the fish head is a good thing. The fish's lips, eyes and fish's brain are all delicious and nourishing things."

Chen Nian felt a little puzzled when he heard this: "Isn't the memory of fish only seven seconds? According to this, wouldn't the more you eat, the more confused you become?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Chuang glared at him, "Hurry up and eat, as long as you talk too much, fish and meat can't keep your mouth shut!"

"But it seems that there is indeed a dish called braised head and tail, which is made by taking out the fish head and tail."

Chen Nian hurriedly couldn't find it and said.

While talking, he stretched the chopsticks down the corn flour pancake.

The side that touches the pot looks a bit burnt, but it's not burnt.

I took a bite first, and the fluffy, starchy and sweet corn tortillas tasted invincible.

But if you just eat it like this, you will feel a little bland when you are old, so you directly stuff the pancakes into the soup in the big iron pot.

Soak it completely, soak it for seven or eight seconds before taking it out.

At this time, when I re-entered it, the full soup and corn tortillas were mixed together, but it was very domineering to let my own taste cover up other tastes.

"It's so domineering, I like it!"

Not to mention the wide vermicelli, this spineless guy just looks a little tempered, and after a little stewing in the pot for a while, it completely softens.

It didn't look as tough as before, but it surrendered faster than the fish that entered the pot first.

But after the entrance, it is very elastic and full of flavor.

Have another sip of wine.

With such a supplement, Chen Nian was a little worried about whether he would have a nosebleed at night.

The two big fish were quickly eaten by Chen Nian and Wang Chuang drinking ginseng wine.

Leaning on the kang with my stomach in my arms, it was another day full of wine and food.

Chen Nian even thought that it would be good if life continued like this.

Going to patrol the woods every day during the day is a day.

In the morning, I have a big bowl of stick noodle porridge with pickled vegetables, and in the evening, I order some meat and some wine, and I have a delicious and warm meal.

Lying on the bed with a blushing face looking at the ceiling, Wang Chuang asked next to him, "What do you want to eat tomorrow?"

"Pot with meat." Chen Nian said without hesitation.

"Guotou?" Wang Chuang repeated: "Okay, sweet or salty?"

"Anything is fine." Chen Nian said, after all, it's not easy to make too many demands when ordering food for the first time.

"Then make two kinds. It just so happens that I haven't eaten pot buns for a while. I'm still a little greedy when you say that."

"Brother Xingle Chuang, but do we have enough food here?"

"Emmm, you put it this way...the vegetables are useless, but the meat doesn't seem to be too much."

"Then we can only talk about it in a few days."

"Oh, what a pity."

In fact, Chen Nian knows that when he learns to cook in a dream, those teachers who teach him may not make perfect dishes, but they have poured their own experience into cooking.

What I have to do is to learn from their experience, and then slightly improve it according to modern tastes.

As for why he has to experience an unforgettable experience every time he learns to cook...Chen Nian thinks that this is probably to let himself remember the stories behind these dishes, so as to deepen the impression in his subconscious.

After all, the recipe itself is very good at brainwashing, which can be seen from the questions I do every time I enter the rehabilitation space.

The life of a forest ranger is somewhat boring, but after having a companion, it is much better than being alone in the deep mountains and old forests.

In a blink of an eye, it was a week later.

This is the day when the horse farm manager said that the reporter will come to interview.

(End of this chapter)