Fengcheng old events

Chapter 346 Shredded Potatoes
The restaurant is on the first floor of a residential building in Beishi.

It's not far from Nanjing North Street, just follow Yining Road and you don't need to make a turn.

The front door is not small, but the inside is really not big, and the kitchen is quite small.

This is a facade modified by a house.

Several people entered the kitchen, Wang Desheng began to cook the pot, and Xiao Lin Zhiying went to help wash the potatoes.Everyone has just learned these things and is willing to do it.

Potatoes are cut into hob pieces, soaked in water to remove starch, and the routines are quite familiar.

When the oil temperature came up, Wang Desheng asked, "What kind of warehouse do potatoes hang in? Hard warehouse, right?"

Zhang Xinglong glanced at him: "Nothing, what are you doing with potatoes? You don't want to store potatoes and sweet potatoes."

"Ah? Oh." Wang Desheng was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Then just put it in and fry it?"

Zhang Xinglong stretched out his hand to feel the temperature of the oil: "Okay, use a colander, slow down."

Wang Desheng put the potato cubes into the colander and was about to put them on the oil pan, but Zhang Xinglong grabbed him.

"You can't see the water?" Zhang Xinglong asked, took a rag from the side and wiped the bottom of the colander: "Put it on, slow down, and be ready to pick it up at any time."

Wang Desheng slowly dipped the colander into the oil pan, and with a bang, the oil in the pan boiled violently and rose up with white foam.

This is the case if the water content of fried things is high. The boiling oil will explode when it meets water, and the speed is quite fast. If you don’t use a colander, it’s easy to escape the pot. field fire.

After putting in the colander and tossing it back and forth a few times, the water on the potatoes decreased and the oil surface no longer surged up.

Zhang Xinglong stirred it with a spoon: "Okay, pour it in and fry it, look at the edges and corners, take it out when it turns red."

"Is it the cut side?" Wang Desheng asked.

"Yes, the whole potato is cooked when the corners are red. You can't wait until it is burnt. It won't look good after hanging the candy like that, and it won't go on the table."

"Didn't you say it was fried until golden?" Xiao Lin Zhiying asked from the side.

"Almost, the whole potato block is already golden yellow when the corners are red, but it's not that deep. If it's sweet potatoes, the color is better than potatoes."

"Then why do these people shred potatoes? Aren't sweet potatoes more delicious? We always use sweet potatoes for dinner at my house."

"It's the same at my house. In the Northeast, almost all the dishes are served with sweet potatoes. However, sweet potatoes are sweet in themselves, so it's easy to get tired of eating, right? Anyway, restaurants seem to make shredded potatoes. I also made shredded apples."

"Apple should be delicious, sweet and sour."

"I'm not used to it." Zhang Xinglong shook his head: "The apples will be soft after frying, and I don't like the noodles. It's almost done. Pick it up and put it aside to control the oil."

Wang Desheng turned over the potato cubes in the oil pan with his hand, and looked carefully: "Is that all right?"

"Okay, it's done. You can see that the corners are all red. If you fry it again, it will burn, and the color will continue to darken after it comes out of the pan."

"Why?" Wang Desheng asked while taking out the potatoes with a colander.

"Because the oil temperature is still there, it has to be heated for a while before it starts to cool. It's like fried peanuts. You can see that they are almost ready in the pan, but they must be black when they are finally served. You have to measure them in advance. You will do this in the future." You'll know when you grow up."

Wang Desheng poured the oil in the pot back into the oil drum, sat the colander on it to control the oil, and asked, "Now? Just boil the sugar?"

"Well, what else do you want to do? This dish doesn't use anything but sugar."

Several people laughed, and Wang Desheng took a brush to clean the pot.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Xinglong grabbed him.

"Wash the pan."

"What are you washing the pan for?"

"To boil sugar, don't you need water?"

"You don't need to wash the pot with anything. Besides, who said that you have to use water to cook sugar? Is it good to use oil? Only novices can use water."

"Why?" Xiao Lin Zhiying asked from the side like a problem baby.

"Oil has a color. It is not so easy for beginners to boil sugar with oil. It depends on the color when the sugar is boiled until it reaches the heat. You can just add a little water to the spoon and boil it. In fact, it is recommended that you use oil. Fast."

"It's better to slow down, slow down." Wang Desheng was a little nervous, wiped his hands and the handle of the spoon with a rag, and added half a spoonful of water to the pot: "Just add sugar?"

"How did you do it?"

"It turns out that I haven't done it before. I didn't start doing it until I was here. It turns out that I didn't even go into the kitchen in my hometown. Where can I touch it?"

Wang Desheng added a large spoonful of white sugar to the pot while reasoning: "Is it enough?"

"It's too much, next time you put in less, such a plate of potatoes and one level spoon of sugar is enough."

"Isn't it good to hang more? Will more sugar make it easier to get silky?"

"Nonsense, it's hard to hang up too much, and it's easy to get stuck. What are you waiting for? Stir, keep stirring. What are you looking at?"

"Wait until it froths, what's the matter if it doesn't froth?"

Zhang Xinglong's brain hurts a bit, watching the big spoonful of sugar slowly melt in the pot, he doesn't even need to look to know that the bottom must be mushy.

The result is like this, when Wang Desheng stirs up the melted sugar, the sugar in the whole pot turns red, which is also the standard color of wire drawing that the teacher said in the lecture, the only way for novices to judge the heat is to look at the color .

Wang Desheng picked up the colander and poured the potatoes into it.

"Leave half of it." Zhang Xinglong called out.

Wang Desheng obediently kept half of it, poured the other half into the pot and began to turn the spoon, his basic skills were not very good, in Zhang Xinglong's eyes, this was no turning the spoon, even if it was shaking, he didn't know what to shake out, The contents of the pot did not turn over, and finally took a spoon to stir.

Then a black, slimy mass poured onto the plate.

"Look, where do you say the problem is? That's what I did when I did it."

Zhang Xinglong bit his lips, and there was a lot of motherhood in his heart that he wanted to say.

"I'll do it, you watch."

Wang Desheng happily gave up his position.

"Brush the spoon, it's time to brush this time and I won't brush it, should I?" Zhang Xinglong looked at the black lump of sugar in the pot.It's not easy to brush this thing when it's cold.

Wang Desheng smiled, took the spoon under the water pipe, cleaned it, and brought it back.

Zhang Xinglong sat the ladle on the fire, and reached out to touch the potato cubes in the colander, but luckily they were not cold.

When the pot is hot, add half a spoonful of water, then add a level spoonful of sugar, and stir clockwise quickly with a hand spoon.

"Are you going to stir it up now?"

Zhang Xinglong didn't say anything, watching the sugar in the pot start to foam and become sticky, and the spoon kept stirring in one direction.

The viscous sugar suddenly became thinner again at a certain moment, and then the color changed from thick white to burnt red in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Xinglong kept stirring with one hand, and poured the potato cubes in the colander into the pot with the other hand, turned the whole potato and sugar syrup over with the other hand, and poured a third of the spoonful of cold water into it.

With a sizzling sound, a puff of white steam came out of the pot, and when it was turned over again, thin shreds of sugar were drawn between the potato pieces.

Put it on a plate and put it in front of Wang Desheng and the others.

Xiao Lin Zhiying went to the side to get a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of potato and pulled it up, and the thin sugar shreds were pulled out, which kept oscillating slightly in the air.

(End of this chapter)