Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 184 Is This Our New Cook?
Watching the broth tumbling up and down in the cauldron.

Seeing that the inside has been soaked in the sauce, the color has turned into a reddish potato.

Although chili is added in it, there is no trace of spiciness at all after tasting it in the old age, and the various seasonings are well placed.

No wonder people with good cooking skills can eat it everywhere.

As long as you can be a cook, you will not starve to death in any era.

Of course, the premise is that you don't kill yourself.

The fragrance is getting stronger and stronger. Speaking of it, although it is not the first time for Chen Nian to make a big pot of rice, it is the first time to make such a big pot of braised pork.

And the method of adding potatoes is also the first time to try.

But even so, it does not prevent the old age from being able to make it very delicious for the first time.

At this moment, even Chen Nian's stomach was growling with hunger.

A lot of rice and braised pork are ready.

The aroma of braised pork is permeating here and there.

When it's time for dinner, Chen Nian invites people to come over for dinner at the door. At this time, there is nothing to do, or those who can be free will come to eat. After a while, they will replace others to eat.

They were stunned when they lined up and walked into the kitchen!

"What did you do! Why is it so fragrant!"

Looking at these people's stunned eyes, Chen Nian was a little proud: "Potato braised pork, but because we don't have much meat, each person only has one piece, but it's okay, there are a lot of potatoes in the pot."

These people usually have meat, but before today, they were all other older cooks.

But because the cook's child has made a fortune in other places, he doesn't have much interest in cooking here.

Came here after old age, in order to come over to take over the kitchen.

However, during this period of time, Chen Nian was just laying hands on him.

Until today's noon, the cook packed up his things and left after the last noon.

So the meal in the afternoon can be regarded as Chen Nian's first meal here.

But for them, although the cook in the past was not young, the taste of cooking was hard to describe.

As far as the meal at noon was concerned, although it was also a stew, the cooked meat was extremely pale and all of them were very big.

It makes the already fatty meat look even less appetizing.

The lean part is terrible, and the fat part is also hard.

When stewing meat, if the fat meat is stewed softer, many people will like this taste, which can also be called fat but not greasy, but if the fat meat is hard, the inside is properly It's full of fat.

Even people who love to eat fatty meat can't take a few bites.

However, it also solves the problem of not enough meat. Although the cut is not big enough for everyone, many people can't eat such fatty meat at all, so it can be distributed to everyone's satisfaction.

But this time is different.

It's a smell they've never smelled in this kitchen!

"Could it be braised pork stewed in this pot? Why is the braised pork so fragrant?"

"Yes, it's not that I haven't eaten braised pork before, Master Chen, don't lie to us."

Chen Nian looked at these people, still with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, this can't be braised pork, what else can it be? Come and line up, everyone has a share, if it's messy, I won't give it."

As a new chef, Chen Nian has no psychological burden at all to say such words. After all, although Chen Nian can't recognize all these people, he can know from his memory that the old cook said that these people are very good.

Chen Nian felt that this was indeed the case, otherwise the cooking would be so unpalatable, but any bad temper in the theater troupe would have been kicked out by his predecessor long ago.

But this also shows that Li Fuchun's class leader is still very good at recruiting people.

Afterwards, everyone quickly lined up.

Aging is just a shovel of rice and a shovel of braised pork.

Accurate so that each shovel can bring a piece of meat.

If there is a big appetite, then two more potatoes, as for want to eat more meat?

"If you eat an extra piece, the brother behind will be gone. It's not that I won't give it to you. It's because we only have so much meat. There is no way."

That being said, everyone can understand.

Even if some people say that Chen Nian is stingy, it can be seen that the other party has no malicious intentions.

Soon someone was eating.

Squatting in the yard, leaning against the wall, holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other.

Looking at the attractive, trembling pieces of meat in the bowl, it seems that it is exuding its own charm all the time.

She scratched her head like a plump little lady.

I couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

But he knew that this was a rape.

Eat it and it's gone.

Delicious food should be eaten last.

So he forcibly held back his desire, and inserted his chopsticks into the potatoes, and the soft, rotten and dense potatoes that had been stewed went in with just one push.

When you pick it up, you can even feel that the potatoes have a lot of weight.

After all, the soup was sucked into it.

Potatoes are steaming hot. If you look carefully, the surface is not smooth, but a little rusty.

Simply blow on it and bite off!
hot!
Fragrant!
But even if it was hot, he just opened his mouth and breathed out constantly, but he kept chewing, not daring to bite through it, so he could only cooperate with the tongue to keep turning it over.

He waited for the temperature to be completely acceptable to the mouth, and then he began to carefully evaluate the taste.

The texture that originally looked rusty was thick in the mouth, leaving it soft, and it melted in the mouth. The rich meaty aroma made him start to eat the potatoes behind.

At the same time, because of the old age, when serving dishes for them, they will also bring some soup.

And after the soup fully soaked the rice, the rice, which was originally a little ordinary in texture, was united and hugged together, and the body was also stained with a color that did not belong to them.

Take a bite with chopsticks, full of fragrance.

The new cook even steamed the rice just right.

At the end of the meal, there was only the last bite of rice and the piece of meat that I was reluctant to eat.

Between rice and meat, he finally chose to let the meat be the finale.

After the last ball of rice was eaten, the meat was put into the mouth,

At this time, the braised pork is still warm, and at least one-third of the original large pieces of fat melted into the broth when it was stewed.

At this time, eat this piece of meat again, and between chewing, the mellow broth overflows.

Lean meat is not firewood, and fat meat is soft and not greasy.

He originally wanted to chew for a while, after all, it was rare to eat such a delicious braised pork.

But I don't know why, as he ate, the meat in his mouth disappeared.

"Where's my meat!"

"I didn't swallow it!"

"Where's the meat!"

What he thought was the satisfaction of the last piece of meat didn't come to his mind, instead he felt empty.

"I really want to eat another piece of meat!"

(End of this chapter)