Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 145 Pot-wrapped meat and tiger dishes

"I caught a snake with my bare hands seven years ago!"

Even Chen Nian didn't expect that the thing Wang Chuang was most proud of was this.

But Chen Nian thought about it again. Seven years ago, Wang Chuang had lived here alone for three years.

In the past three years, he has lived and worked here by himself basically every day.

This is a very boring life in the eyes of most people, but in Wang Chuang's eyes, it may be the belief in his father.

"Okay, thanks for sharing."

After hearing this answer, the reporter was stunned for a few seconds, then nodded politely.

When Chen Nian heard them packing up, Xu Meng quietly asked the photographer if they had recorded the last part.

The photographer said he recorded it.

"That's good, this is the most real."

While they were talking, Chen Nian saw that the female reporter's eyes seemed a little red again.

"By the way, when I made stick noodle porridge today, I accidentally put in too much. Why don't you drink some together, it's hot." Wang Chuang said suddenly.

"That's right, brother Chuang got up early to make porridge, and he cooked a lot more for you." Chen Nian also said at the right time.

As a result, Wang Chuang glared at him as soon as he finished speaking.

"Accidentally overcooked." Wang Chuang explained.

But it was the horse farm manager who also smiled and said: "He is like this, don't look like a big and three rough, in fact, he looks like a little girl."

"Yeah, what the horse farm manager said is right. The elder brother has a pretty good personality, and he is absolutely reliable at first glance." Xu Meng said with a smile.

Then the horse farm manager looked at Chen Nian again: "What about Xiao Chen? He has only been here for a month, but this kid is willing to work, and he has never complained for a month."

Hearing this, Xu Meng looked at Chen Nian again, her pupils shrank:
"very handsome."

After she came in just now, she only focused on preparing the machine and reading the manuscript, and then began to conduct interviews, and Chen Nian has been burning the fire since just now, cutting pickles, and stirring stick noodle porridge in the pot with a large spoon.

So much so that she didn't pay much attention to Chen Nian.

"Master, can I interview him again? It may be used as a material at that time."

The horse farm manager looked at the young Chen Nian.

"Okay, he's still young, you guys ask some simple questions."

"no problem."

Then the cameraman, who had just drank a third of the cornmeal porridge, restarted the machine.

"Hello, I would like to ask why you chose this industry?"

The horse farm manager looked at Chen Nian nervously, not knowing how Chen Nian would answer.

To be honest, Wang Chuang's answer just now made him not very satisfied.

What's the matter?

However, Chen Nianyou has also seen the world outside, so he won't stumble over his words.

Moreover, these children have a high level of ideological consciousness, and sometimes they talk in a different way, which is no worse than these old guys.

So under the expectant eyes of the racecourse chief, Chen Nian smiled shyly, and said, "I like to eat the food cooked by Brother Chuang."

The horse farm manager is very iron and steel.

I really want to do it myself!

Then the interview is over.

In the end, while they were drinking stick noodle porridge, Xu Meng said, "Several, the leaders in the station may ask for some editing and processing of the video in order to present a better publicity effect."

Wang Chuang didn't know much about these things, but the head of the racecourse understood a little bit, so he nodded.

I thought it would be best to cut it so that Wang Chuang didn't seem to stutter so much.

And Chen Nian didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and his answer probably won't be included in the official interview video by then.

After eating, Chen Nian saw that they had taken some additional videos outside the house, and then drove away with the farm manager again.

Until he watched them disappear from sight, Wang Chuang suddenly slapped his head: "Oh, I forgot just now, I should ask the old horse to bring some meat, so I can make pot-packed meat."

"It's not too late, you can send a text message."

"Oh, yes, you see, I forgot about this, and I can still send text messages." So Wang Chuang took out his Nokia mobile phone with a green screen and quickly sent a text message.

After sending the text message, the two dressed neatly and locked the gate to go to patrol the mountain.

I have to say that the efficiency of the old horse was really not very high. Until a few days later, Changcai came over on a motorcycle with a medal for an outstanding forest ranger and ten catties of pork in different positions.

After putting these things down, I told the two that the TV station is estimated to be able to broadcast this interview tonight.

And it's also in the newspaper, but the newspaper will have to wait until tomorrow.

The farm manager didn't leave that night, but planned to stay here.

Then watch the news on TV with them.

The meat brought by the farm manager included a large piece of pork tenderloin, five or six catties of pork buttocks, some pork belly, and of course the buns he had promised.

Chen Nian was heating steamed buns and porridge on one side, while Wang Chuang was on the other side preparing pot-packed meat.

First marinate the pork with cooking wine and salt for a while.

Then the marinated meat is wrapped in raw powder and fried in a pan.

While Wang Chuang was frying the meat, Chen Nian took the time to make a bowl of sweet and sour sauce strictly according to Wang Chuang's instructions.

When the tenderloin is golden in color from impurities, pour the sweet and sour sauce into it, stir-fry for a while, and then add some water starch.

Boil the water starch in the pot until it is slightly viscous, then throw in the scallion and ginger.

After a while, this sweet pot of meat is out of the pot. .

The Xiankou Guobao Rou mainly uses minced garlic and soy sauce. Compared with Taguchi’s Guobao Rou, the Xiankou Guobao Rou has thinner slices and is relatively crispier and crispier when fried.

Moreover, the color of the meat in the sweet pot is reddish and bright, while the meat in the salty pot is slightly darker. After all, it is mainly soy sauce.

But everyone is busy, and the horse farm manager is not idle.

He mixed a large pot of tiger vegetables with the ingredients he brought over.

Parsley, shallots, shredded onion and dried chilies.

This dish is relatively simple, and it is also a well-known cold dish in Northeast China.

But according to the head of the horse farm, many tiger dishes now also add bean curd, cucumber, peanuts and the like.

But that kind of food is now added by people themselves, and what the horse farm grows is the old tiger food.

Just looking at the ingredients inside, Chen Nian feels that the taste must be quite overbearing.

But it is precisely in this way that the meal is more delicious.

The meal was ready very quickly. Although there were not many types, the table was still full.

Then they turned on the TV and found some snowflakes, so they slapped the back of the TV hard.

This made the somewhat rebellious old TV a little clearer.

Turn on the local station, and the interview video about the previous few days just started playing on it.

And they were all engrossed in staring at the TV, for fear of missing a certain bridge.

As for Wang Chuang, he was staring at the TV while feeling a little embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)