After being dressed as cannon fodder, I feed tyrants by cooking skills

Chapter 68 Dongpo Meat

Dongpo pork, also known as rolled meat.It is a traditional famous dish in the Jiangnan area. The finished dish is neatly stacked mahjong pieces, bright in color, like agate, very attractive.

Fang Chunhui first scraped the pig's skin with a knife, rubbed the pig hair and fat on the rag, and then cut the pork belly into squares of the same size.Take the cotton thread and tie it with a cross. In fact, you can also make a cross with a knife, all for better taste.

It looks more like that when the line is tied.Put the meat into the pot and blanch the water to skim the blood foam.

He didn't fry the sugar color, but only used seasoning to color the meat.

To make big meat, the ingredients are good, but the most important thing is the ratio of various seasonings. If any one is missing, it will not work, and how much to put is also a matter of attention.Jiang Yu is not very good at cooking big meat, as Fang Chunhui said, it is okay for her to make some novel snacks with this idea, but big dishes are not very good on the table.

Where is the building full of customers? It is the largest restaurant in Shifeng Town.If her small restaurant tastes something new, it's okay, but if it encounters a knowledgeable person, it's more or less "uncovered", just like what happened today.

There are people beyond people, and there is sky beyond the sky. This small town is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

In front of him is the former owner who is full of customers showing his skills.Jiang Yu glanced there, but quickly looked away, and stood far away, not going forward.

She understands this rule. Although there are so many recipes flying around in the world, it is different now. The cook doesn't like people around when cooking.Furthermore, Jiang Yu's status was embarrassing, and she might be suspected of stealing a teacher.

Spread the deodorized onion and ginger slices on the bottom of the pot, put the pigskin down into the pot, put the seasoning bottles and jars at hand, Fang Chunhui glanced at Jiang Yu: "Shopkeeper, do you have red dates? Yes Please help me get it."

After grabbing five jujubes and throwing them in, he poured the seasoning into the pot without any hesitation, knowing what to do without shaking his hands, and muttering: "The amount of seasoning is very important, especially the color."

He looked into the pot, not as if he was talking to himself, but as if he was talking to Jiang Yu.

"If the color is too heavy, it will not only make it ugly, but also make the guests lose their appetite; if it is too light, the white fat will lose its color and make people feel tired." In short, it makes people unable to eat.

Jiang Yu thought of garlic paste white meat and Northeast boiled white meat. The taste is different, and there will be deviations in liking.It's not that the taste is bad, people are visual animals, and they think it's good when they see something beautiful.

And the sausage that time, the sales were not satisfactory, she made it again later, the color was not as heavy as the last time, but it was not very beautiful.The people who bought it just wanted it to be convenient, and it can be served with wine after steaming in the pot.

After a while, when the water has evaporated, add some more, turn the meat over, turn to a low heat and continue to simmer.

Meeting Jiang Yu's eyes, Fang Chunhui put the lid on the pot and put his hands behind his back: "I'm not afraid that this meat stew skill will be seen by you. You opened the shop, and you are also in control of the overall situation."

"Since I'm here, it's for your use."

You are the chef, I will work for you, willing to be the second chef.Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

The fire in the stove pit was extinguished, leaving only some dry and cracked wood, with a faint smear of red in the cracks.The color of the meat is really bright, and it is lined with a few small green vegetables next to it, which are red and green.The meat skin fell off as soon as the chopsticks clamped it.

In Fang Chunhui's expectant eyes, Jiang Yu immediately opened his mouth and said: "Forget about today, you can come back tomorrow." He couldn't understand the meaning of the words for a while, his face sank and he wanted to say something, Jiang Yu added : "Second Chef Fang."

Sweep away the haze before.He nodded solemnly, he was very happy in his heart, even though he was once asked by his relatives that he was not in charge of the biggest restaurant in the town, he lowered himself to come to a small restaurant that just opened, willing to be subservient to others?

He just smiled at that time, and he couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was.Probably because he is crazy about cooking skills, he has never heard of the things made by the female shopkeeper of the small shop.Of course he wanted to come and ask for advice, if she would teach.

A sincere heart of love, regardless of age.

……

Ever since the accident happened, Jiang Yu asked Qi Yan to recuperate well at home, and he was not allowed to go to the shop again.Every night when I come back, I can see the orange-yellow room belonging to their house from a distance, as if a candle is shining on Jiang Yu's heart.

There are lights in thousands of homes, and there is always one for her.

At night, there is silence everywhere, and occasionally there are a few dogs barking in the darkness.In the courtyard of the Jiang family in Dongtou Alley, Jiang Yelou was awakened from her nest while lying in her den, but soon fell back into a sweet dreamland.

Westinghouse.It was as if an invisible shackle was put on the neck, the veins on the neck were stalked, and beads of sweat slid from the face until it was fixed on the small mole on the Adam's apple.The thin quilt that was originally covering his body has long since disappeared, and his feet kicked desperately, leaving only a wrinkled rag that could no longer be seen at the root of the window.

It was a dream again, it was Qi Yan's past that was so dark that even he himself hated it so much that he didn't want to recall it.

It was also one night, the East Palace was brightly lit, and the candlelight shone on Qi Yancun's somewhat childish cheeks. He raised his sleeve and raised a brush to dip it into the inkstone.

"Tao is based on virtue, and it is based on propriety. There is shame and integrity..." ①
"Your Highness, something happened, something happened to the Bai family."

With a bang, the ink dripped down the hairs and smudged the rice paper, and a strong and powerful character was destroyed in the ink dots.

after that.The eunuch closed the shining scroll, put it back into the sleeves without haste, looked at Qi Yan who was kneeling on the ground with contempt in his eyes, adjusted his clothes and swung away, stayed at the door for a while, and said a word from his nose Hummed out: "Please, Your Royal Highness. The slave is also your Majesty's official business. Your Highness Wanwang should not embarrass the slave!"

"I hate you. Your existence makes me sick all the time. At the same time, I also hate myself because my body bleeds the same blood as yours!" He got his revenge, but he didn't feel happy at all.

"Great rebellion! The sky has no eyes, the elders of the two dynasties have devoted themselves, and I don't want to serve you and other rebellious officials and thieves!" The old official hit the pillar and spilled blood on the hall. The jade wrench finger, a little casually: "Is there any more? Let's hit it together."

"Dog thief, look at the sword!" With a swish, the cold sword passed close to his neck, he turned sideways, and a strand of black hair fell to the ground.Looking at the well-trained assassin dressed in black in front of him, it was obvious that the opponent came prepared.

It was as if thousands of bugs were gnawing on his body, and the ants were eroding his heart.

Heh, I didn't expect that he, Qi Yan, would be planted here today.

From the age of ten until now, his life has been dark.Deep in the swamp and unable to move, when will it be submerged?He doesn't know either.

　Note ①: From "The Analects of Confucius Weizheng"

　　There seems to be an unusual smell in the air (dog head)
　　Qi Goudan wakes up and counts down~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)