The eldest of the Yan family in the Siheyuan

Chapter 87 Chapter 85: Cooking

In the evening after get off work, Yan Jiecheng went to the vegetable market, bought a chicken, a fish, two pieces of tofu and some vegetables.

That's about it. After all, there are only a few people in the electrician team, and they have done too much to finish.

The next morning, before dawn, Yan Xiecheng got up, dressed and prepared to cook the dishes he bought last night.

I thought about what to cook for a long time last night. The key is that the seasonings are not particularly complete, so I can only pick and choose.

If it is chicken, it can be made into mouth-watering chicken, and the tofu must be mapo tofu. Don’t even think about it. As for this six-pound black fish, it is most suitable for making sauerkraut fish, but if you don’t have Sichuan pickles at home, you have to borrow them from other people’s homes.

Let’s talk about it later, let’s make the tofu and chicken first. The chicken is okay and doesn’t need to be processed. It was processed when it was bought, otherwise it would take a lot of time.

Chop the whole chicken into pieces and cook, then use sugar, sesame paste, ginger and garlic juice, sesame oil, chopped green onion, cooking wine, cooked white sesame seeds, soy sauce, cooked ground peanuts, cooked oil chili, vinegar, mix it into a sauce, stir evenly and then pour On top, such an authentic saliva chicken is ready.

Then there is mapo tofu. Do you need bean paste to make mapo tofu? Use the old yellow sauce at home instead. There is no minced beef. Use minced pork instead. After a few minutes, a mapo tofu that is not authentic is also ready , I have never tasted the authentic taste, but it still smells very fragrant anyway.

In the end, when I made pickled fish, I didn’t have any Sichuan pickles. I took a few eggs and exchanged a small can with Uncle Li next door. Although their family’s pickled vegetables were from the Northeast, they could only make do with it.

The last dish, which is not authentic, is also out of the pot.

The smell of the three dishes wafted all over the front yard, causing the neighbors to complain.

"Who is this? Cooking so deliciously early in the morning keeps people from sleeping."

"Hey, it's so fragrant, who made this?"

"Why does it smell like the third grandfather's house?"

At this time, Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiedi were also greedy, and kept Ha Lazi staring at the three dishes.

"Wei, you two don't drip your saliva on the plate, don't look at it, go and get a plate, I'll share some for you."

Yan Xiecheng is rich in cooking. This fish alone weighs six catties, and there is also a chicken that weighs three catties. The five people in the electrician team must not be able to eat it all.

After receiving the plate handed over by Yan Jiekuang, he picked out a little bit of each dish, and then heated up the leftover Erhe noodles steamed buns from last night, and then let the two brats run back to the room with the plate and steamed buns to eat.

After looking at it, there is still a lunch box short, and Yan Jiefang and him alone can't hold three dishes.In the end, there was no way to steal Yan Bugui's lunch box, so he packed the three dishes.

Following Sha Zhu's example, he found a net bag and put three lunch boxes in it, and it felt good to carry it. Sure enough, lunch boxes and net bags are the chef's standard equipment.

At this time, Yan Bugui came out of the room. He was also stimulated by the smell of the food and couldn't sleep. He woke up when he saw the two children eating. He was shocked when he asked. It was given by my son, so I can rest assured.

"Xie Cheng, when did you learn how to cook?" Yan Bugui asked in confusion.

"Hey, didn't I buy a cookbook and just learn to practice my hands. Why do you want to learn it too? If you want to learn, I can teach you, don't worry, I won't charge you."

"What are you talking about, your mother still needs me. I just asked, by the way, where is my lunch box? Why is it missing?"

"Hey, don't ask me to use it."

"You use my lunch box, what do you tell me to eat at noon, bring it back to me quickly." Yan Bugui said anxiously.

"Dad, how about I give you three eggs to eat, how about you figure out your own way?"

As soon as Yan Bugui heard that there were eggs, he didn't care about the lunch box and immediately agreed: "This business, that's the deal."

Seeing him standing there without moving, Yan Jiecheng knew that he was waiting for his eggs, so he went back to the room and handed him three eggs, Yan Pugui smiled and left.

With such a father, he must have done so many sins in his previous life, um, there must be quite a few.

The cooking smell was full of oily smoke, so I hurried into the house and took a towel to the sink to wash up.

At this time, Shazhu also got up. He also smelled the smell when Yan Jiecheng was cooking just now. After all, as an excellent cook, he must be very sensitive to the smell.

After I went out to inquire about it, I found out that it was actually made by Yan Jiecheng. I was so shocked that I almost turned off the faucet. This... I have never heard that anyone in their family can cook.

So I decided to go to the front yard to ask, but I felt uncomfortable if I didn't ask clearly.When I came to the front yard, I saw Yan Xiecheng washing his face in the sink.

"Hey, I said Yan Jiecheng, did you cook the dish just now?"

"What's the matter, isn't it me, is it you?"

"In your family, the third mom doesn't know how to cook?" Sha Zhu asked puzzled.

"Of course my mother won't. This is passed down from our old Yan family's ancestors. It's passed down from male to female." Yan Xiecheng said nonsense.

"Ah, this... these three masters don't know how to cook?" Silly Zhu wondered.Usually, the third mother cooks. The third master has never even cut the dishes, so why is it passed down from the ancestors? Isn't their old Yan family an heirloom of poetry and books, so how come there is another cooking skill?Silly Zhu's limited brain capacity is not enough.

"Hey, our family is passed down from generation to generation. My dad doesn't know how to teach because of teaching. How can this teacher still hold a kitchen knife?"

"Which Sichuan cuisine is passed down in your family?" Silly Zhu wanted to know if it had some connection with his school. There must be a secret seasoning in the scent that he smelt just now, which is similar to the one in his hand. But it's different, let's see if I can fool around here, if it doesn't work, I can exchange it, anyway, Sichuan cuisine is not from his family.

"Our family belongs to Lao Tzu's school." Yan Xiecheng continued to fool around.

"Lao Tzu, I haven't heard of this faction either?" Silly Zhu muttered to himself.

"You haven't heard much, that's all right, don't be on the way, I have to go to work."

Speaking of letting Yan Jiefang sit in the back with a net bag, Yan Jiecheng rode his bicycle towards the factory.

When I came to the office, I put the net bag on the table, checked the circuits with Yan Jiefang from workshop to workshop, and repaired the problematic ones, and then returned to the office to read books.

.........

At noon, Yan Jiefang bought steamed buns from the cafeteria, and five people sat around the table, looking at the three hot dishes on the table.

"Okay, let's all use our chopsticks and try to see how it is made, whether it suits everyone's taste." Yan Xiecheng said with a smile.

"Hey, I still feel good after tasting it. It seems that Xie Cheng is still a generalist, and this dish is really good." Hu Dajun said, taking a mouthful of sauerkraut fish and putting it into his mouth.

"It's really good, but the sauerkraut is not good. I heard that authentic pickled fish must be made with Sichuan pickles to taste."

(End of this chapter)