Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 706 Epiphany (seeking a monthly ticket)

After the meat was cooked, Song San put the meat aside, and he asked Chen Nian to operate the second pot.

Chen Nian strictly followed the steps that Song San's father said before, and Song San was very pleased to see.

"I always thought that our ancestral handicraft would be broken in my lifetime, but I didn't expect God to favor me and let me have a son."

In the past few days, Song San has been lamenting that he is grateful for God's love. After all, it is like a dream to him. When he picked up Chen Nian back then, he did not expect that Chen Nian would stay in his house forever.

After the meat was cooked, Song San began to prepare the stew.

"Son, you and your mother are going to get a pot of the soup we cooked before. Remember to sift it with a cloth, sift it several times, and then pour it into the pot. It will be used later when the meat is stewed."

Chen Nian immediately went to filter the original soup with his mother after hearing it.

And Song San searched through boxes and boxes to find a small scale.

After Chen Nian got out all the original soup and poured it into the pot, he called Chen Nian over: "Son, you must remember what I'm going to tell you next. This recipe is also handed down from our family. You The reason why Dad and I were able to marry your mother, and why I was able to stay in Master Wang's house for so long, is also because of this."

These are exactly what old age lacks.

Song San spoke very carefully, for fear that Chen Nian would not understand where he was, or he would not know why he did it.

In particular, Song San knows exactly what kind of flavor each seasoning can emit.

"Father, how do you know so much? Many of the seasonings here should be medicinal materials. You know so much, I feel like I can become a doctor." Chen Nian patted a very obvious rainbow flattery.

After hearing this, Chen Nian's expression also became serious.

But for me, I actually like to study. When I have time, I tasted all these seasonings one by one. In the past, when I was cooking, I would watch these ingredients little by little. What does the meat taste like, is it good or bad?

But Song San was very useful to these words.

"If our meat can be sold, I will take you with me when I buy seasonings in the future, but you have to remember that it is best to buy these seasonings separately. And with some other things, don’t buy the same thing every time you go, for example, if you buy one catty this time, you will buy three catties next time.”

The proportions and usage of the seasonings in the recipe held by one person are different, but as long as the taste and habit of these seasonings are fully grasped, then the old age can also be used to formulate its own exclusive secret recipe.

Although he is very clear about these principles, and knows more details than old man Song San, but after all, he has been a chef all his life, and if he wants to stand out in ancient times, he has to know more than others.

Chen Nian also listened very seriously.

"That's okay, I can teach you whatever you want to learn. Anyway, you are also clever and can learn well, unlike some people who you tell him for a long time and he nods immediately after listening to him, saying he understands, and then turns around I asked him again, but I didn't remember a single word." Song San said with a sigh, obviously deeply understanding.

"I'm going to be a doctor. I don't even know a few big characters. My father taught me these recipes. Anyway, for us cooks, as long as we can distinguish the names of those medicinal materials and spices? How to use? How much? In fact, it is enough.

"It turns out that this is what the recipe really wants me to learn!"

"The seasoning I mentioned earlier is one aspect, and the subsequent heat is also critical. At the beginning, you have to use a high fire to boil all the water in the pot, and then use a low fire to boil slowly. At the beginning, you taste the water in the pot. The soup will definitely feel weak, but when the water in it turns into gas and comes out, the taste will become heavier when there is less water.”

Although I learned part of it from Mr. Joe when I was in San Francisco, the ones that Mr. Joe knew were all used for making soup, and a large part of the ingredients used for this stew were different.

But I know that these things can be used for cooking, but if they are used to treat people, I am afraid that they will not be able to be saved. After taking my medicine, they died on the bed on the spot. "

The larger ones can be distinguished from the south and the north, and the smaller ones have at least dozens of practices in the north alone, and the south is not far behind.

Song San put the seasoning on the small scale and weighed it. He weighed each seasoning accurately before putting it into the cloth bag.

So if you want to make this aspect more refined, you just need to get the recipe from the Internet or find a master to ask others, because the real core of making braised pork is actually the seasoning used in it.

Then the fire started.

"Father, I know! I'm good at this!"

Chen Nian had an epiphany!
If it's just stewed pork, there's no need for him to come here to learn it, because he knows it himself. Although the method is a little different, there are many schools of stewed pork itself.

"Are you afraid that others will learn our formula?"

Chen Nian also wrote down the proportions of these dozen seasonings in his mind.

Chen Nian smiled: "Father is not as serious as you said, but I have to learn these things hard."

Then Song San asked Chen Nian and Xu Erni to boil water and add water to the pot, and they didn't stop until the meat inside was completely submerged.

Although the unit of measurement at this time is slightly different from that of later generations, a simple conversion is all that is needed.

But this one was also done by Mr. Song San himself, and all Chen Nian could do was chopping and delivering firewood.

"Yes, don't be afraid of trouble in this kind of matter, otherwise it will be troublesome if you ask others to take out the formula."

So Song San has studied this aspect for a long time.

While watching his father put the seasoning into the gauze, Chen Nian was also thinking about what kind of effect these seasonings can play and what kind of smell they can emit.

After Song San tied up the cloth tightly and put it in the pot, Chen Nian also wrote down the proportion of the seasoning.

"Are you good again?" Song San couldn't help but look sideways.

"Of course, Dad. I used to be a beggar. If I didn't have a heart, I would have starved to death." Chen Nian said.

Song San couldn't help laughing and cursing after hearing this: "You are the only one who has a heart? It's your luck that a 15-year-old boy can beg all the way from Bashu to get here without dying. Going to be a beggar? Didn’t you go to the popular and spicy ones a long time ago?”

Chen Nian naturally wouldn't say, although it was an accident that I fell in front of our house, everything I did afterwards was a result of my deliberate deliberation to stay. Of course, eight points are true and two points are false. Mom can't even tell when she's here.

(End of this chapter)