Gourmet food starts from the green leather train chef

Chapter 219 Pickles in Sichuan Province
"Ouba Kimchi Company?"

Zhou Zhou looked at Wang Jiong with a half-smile, and although he didn't say anything, Wang Jiong blushed with embarrassment: "Brother Zhou, I'm more angry than you, but...but there's nothing I can do. There are too many, and that Park Jung-hwan is still the protagonist of this drama, and the station also wants to use our program to promote the new drama."

"I know, it's not a day since Lvlitai and Bangzi flirted with each other, I understand."

Zhou Zhou said: "Besides, can I object? I have already signed a contract with the program group, and there are quite a lot of liquidated damages."

"Brother Zhou can understand, so I'm relieved. I'll tell you the truth, Brother Zhou, I've long since disliked the way the show is done. I might not stay on Luli TV after this show is finished. The sky is high. Let the birds fly, where can't we build a nest!"

"Mr. Wang, if you say that, I have nothing to say."

Zhou Zhou nodded. Wang Jiong can say such things in front of him, whether it is true or false, it is considered a shallow conversation. He can no longer argue with it, challenge it, challenge it, and kill it when the stick comes. .

"Don't talk about Mr. Wang, what a coincidence, Yuanyuan and the others are also making kimchi, and in the end they attracted an Ouba kimchi company. Isn't this God's will?"

"Is there kimchi in the kitchen?"

Wang Jiong was overjoyed, but then a little discouraged: "You didn't make it yourself, Brother Zhou. Maybe you can't do anything else, but you have a way of making kimchi. This time, I heard that Park Zhenghuan's grandson brought kimchi. Let's see that we can't lose." ah.

If Huaxia cuisine loses to such a small country, what face is there? "

"Hehe, kimchi is no better than other dishes, and it can be adjusted at any time if it is out of the altar for a day, so you can rest assured, Mr. Wang."

Zhou Zhou smiled and said, "Let's take a look at the pickles made by Fatty and the others first, I'm curious too."

The kimchi made by Fatty and the others was quickly placed in front of Zhou Zhou and Wang Jiong.

Cui Zhengshan and Fatty have worked hard on these kimchi. In fact, except for Fatty, they are all free. A few top-level chefs suddenly became concerned about Sichuan pickles. It was not because they were hit too hard by Zhouzhou. I said to myself, God Zhou, you can't be good at everything, can you?Let me show you how we make kimchi; in fact, you should not underestimate kimchi, which is refreshing and appetizing, and can be used for three meals a day.

A few people stood aside with a smile on their faces, just wanting to see Zhou Zhou's evaluation.

"nice."

Hunan Province is adjacent to Sichuan Province. Of course, Wang Jiong is no stranger to kimchi, and he can tell that these kimchi are very good. Originally, several super-level ones have already mastered it, so how can it be worse?

Looking through the transparent glass pickle jar, these Sichuan pickles are indeed very authentic, colorful and eye-catching, the red ones are peppers and carrots; the green ones are cowpea and celery; the white ones are water radish and cabbage. After soaking for a long time, the color has changed slightly, but it looks softer and more natural, which makes people appetite at a glance.

Zhou Zhou nodded secretly. It seems that Cui Zhengshan and Fatty have worked hard. At least the color of these kimchi is correct, and the taste is probably not bad.

"Ok?"

After opening the bubble jar, a spicy, fresh and salty smell rushed towards him. Zhou Zhou had already picked up the chopsticks, but after smelling the smell, he shook his head and put down the chopsticks.

"Brother Zhou, why is this dish wrong? Doesn't it look good to me?"

Wang Jiong looked at his words and saw that Zhou Zhou refused to move his chopsticks, so he knew something was wrong; Cui Zhengshan and the others immediately looked at Zhou Zhou, thinking that there was something wrong with our kimchi, you can't even taste it. Refuse to try?Even if you are the "God of the Week", you don't want to hit people like this?
"Hehe, don't overthink it."

Zhou Zhou shook his head with a smile and said, "You can tell by the smell that these pickles are not only fine, but also very well made. Cui Ge, Xie Ge, He Ge, and Fatty, you really put in a lot of effort, just for these pickles I am afraid that there are few chefs in China who can do better than this.”

"Then why don't you even move your chopsticks?"

Wang Jiong smiled and said, "Could it be that these altar kimchi are so well made that they won Park Jung-hwan's grandson, so you don't have to try it, brother?"

Fatty and Cui Zhengshan were all taken aback, thinking whoring, what whoring?The back kitchen is a serious place, we can't listen to what to do with it.
Zhou Zhou shook his head and said, "That's not true. On the contrary, if we use this jar of kimchi to compare with Bangzi, then we will lose."

"Brother, what do you mean by this, why can't I understand?"

Wang Jiong couldn't help but feel a little depressed, thinking that brother Zhou, what Lulitai did was wrong, but it's not my brother's fault. Are you kidding me?
"Teacher Wang, please don't worry."

Zhou Zhou hurriedly said: "I just said that there are not many chefs in China who can make better Sichuan kimchi than this. That's because our Huaxia chefs have always looked down on kimchi, and there are a few who will study it carefully. So the real kimchi masters are not working diligently today, but among the people; for example, the craftsmen who specialize in making kimchi in Sichuan Province, the kimchi they make is the best.”

"Take this altar of kimchi as an example. The knife is exquisite, the color and nutrition are also very reasonable, and the materials are also considered rigorous, which shows the profound skills of Cui Ge and the others.
It's a pity that they also learned how to make kimchi temporarily, and they just made this altar dish according to the general rules of cooking, but they didn't grasp the true meaning of kimchi."

"By the way, you must have mastered the secret of kimchi again, right?"

Cui Zhengshan and the others looked at each other in blank dismay, with a hundred doubts in their hearts; fortunately, the person who spoke was Zhou Zhou, if it were someone else, they would have started complaining a long time ago, bragging about not paying taxes, you?

I only heard Zhou Zhou continue to laugh and said: "In this dish, there are seven kinds of ingredients, including green and red peppers, cowpea, celery, carrot, water radish and cabbage, and they are combined into one pot to borrow flavors from each other but cannot be wiped away. Go itself really tastes.

That is to say, cabbage can have the pungentness of pepper, the coolness of radish, the subtle fragrance of celery, and the thickness of cowpea, but its sweetness must be the most prominent!The rest of the ingredients, including chili peppers, must be like this, and it is a top-quality pickle from Sichuan Province.But Brother Zhang, you have a taste, have you made these jars of kimchi? "

Wang Jiong picked up a piece of carrot and tasted it, and said with a wry smile: "I thought it looked good and smelled good, didn't I? Why did you say that, Brother Zhou, the more you eat it, the more it doesn't taste right? But brother you just now Isn't it too mysterious? I'm afraid those sticks who make kimchi every day can't do it, right?"

Cui Zhengshan and the others nodded vigorously, Teacher Wang was right! 'Zhou Shen''s culinary skills are not mentioned, and his talent is even close to the level of monsters, but recently he is still a bit drifting, and it has begun to be clouded.

"That's not necessarily true"

Zhou Zhou shook his head and said: "Kimchi is to Bangzi, it's like India~dushen oil is to color hungry~ghost, watery little lolita is to strange sorghum, it is the foundation of the country, and it is a frequent visitor to the table.

And according to what you said, Brother Wang, Park Jung-hwan must have come prepared this time, and it is not impossible for him to make the top kimchi in my mouth."

"Then tell me, brother, how can we make the top-quality kimchi you mentioned?"

Wang Jiong is really in a hurry. If Bangzi makes top-notch kimchi and Zhou Zhou loses to the other party, that Bangzi drama will get the best publicity because of it. The big sticks and small sticks of Ouba Kimchi Company will be happy, Shouldn't my show be pornographic on the spot?The audience would definitely not accept that Zhou Zhou lost to a stick!

This is how to do?How about I find a way to give the stick some laxatives?
For the sake of his career, Wang Jiong can really go all out. Anyway, it is not illegal to give some laxatives to the stick
"There is no problem with the selection of materials, ingredients, cooking methods and cooking time of these pickles, but the two most important elements of pickles have not been grasped."

Zhou Zhou said: "One is to stir, and the other is to turn the vegetables.

Have you ever known how to make kimchi with sticks?I still understand a little bit.

Don't think that the clockwise and counterclockwise kimchi stirring mentioned by Bangzi is a joke. In fact, this is the realization that can only be realized after the kimchi technique is perfected; you may have heard of these two points, but you just don't take it seriously. Or lack of control, so the taste of these kimchi will be worse. "

Cui Zhengshan, Fatty and the others stared blankly at Zhou Zhou, thinking that there is no reason for God, there is no reason for God, why does God Zhou understand everything?
Wang Jiong stared fixedly at Zhouzhou for a while, then suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, "Haha, I understand after you have said so much, brother, you are not only the god of Zhou, but also the god of kimchi!
My brother, whether we can 'get rid of' Park Jung-hwan's grandson this time, and keep our program ratings, depends on you, the great god! By the way, Park Jung-hwan should get on the train at Mianzhou Station. Is it too late to make kimchi again? "

Pickles are not stir-fried dishes. Even the simplest pickles in Sichuan Province often need to be soaked for a day or two. Wang Jiong is most worried about the lack of time.

"Of course it's too late to re-brew now"

Zhou Zhou said with a smile: "But why do you need to re-soak it? I said that pickles are different from stir-fried vegetables. If they haven't been officially released for a day, there are still ways to remedy them.

Flip, re-stir, and adjust spices. Some varieties can even be re-fermented, so that the 'refurbished' kimchi has more flavor than the re-pickled one. "

"Hahaha, I knew you must have a solution, Brother Zhou! Okay, okay, Mianzhou Station is almost here, I can't help it, I have to 'greet' those sticks."

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, this altar of radish kimchi is fermented enough, you just need to add some spices, and then stir it again according to my method, it will be completely new in at most 10 minutes, you can taste it first, and make it in your heart There are many."

Zhou Zhou stopped Wang Jiong with a smile, and then in front of Fatty Cui Zhengshan and the others, he opened the jar of spicy pickled radish. Also put some Houttuynia cordata
After washing hands, roll up the sleeves to the arms, insert both hands into the altar, and turn it up and down slowly. After turning it dozens of times, stir it clockwise and counterclockwise with your hands. It seems that there are so many meaningless actions The kimchi master has accumulated many years of experience, and this jar of kimchi gradually 'comes to life' under his stirring.

A hundred years of experience is only one aspect, the key is that all kinds of food bond effects have appeared when he joins hands, how do a few buff boys know this? It has indeed changed. How did the spicy, fragrant and radish punch become so pure?

Can't figure it out
"Let's try it, everyone."

The jar of radish pickles reactivated by Zhouzhou is served in the most common transparent glass jar. Compared with those pickles from Sichuan Province made in the old black jar, it is really not on the table. There is no way, Jinguan City Car Service Duan's fat director sent this kind of glass pickle jar.

But when Wang Jiong and the others walked up to the kimchi altar, they squinted their eyes and raised their noses, their faces full of fascination.

So pure fresh and salty taste, so refreshing smell of radish.
Looking at the pickled radishes in the jar that looked like jade cakes, Wang Jiong even forgot to use his chopsticks and just grabbed a piece and threw it into his mouth.

Then, the guy's eyes widened and finally became moist gradually
"It's so delicious, so refreshing.

How can it be so crispy, so spicy, and so tasty?

Oh no, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

Wang Jiong half-closed his eyes, his face was flushed, and he was forced to climax by this piece of pickled radish; he felt waves of boundless pleasure, which made his whole body covered with goosebumps: "Why...why the pickled radish Can it be delicious like this? Oh, what kind of radish is this?"

crunch
When the food was on the rise, this guy didn't bother to ask questions.Before he buried his head in the jar, he kept grabbing the pickled radishes and putting them in his mouth, and in a blink of an eye he killed half of the jar by himself.

Cui Zhengshan and Fatty had already squeezed over, and Fatty pushed Wang Jiong aside with a push of his ass. Can you eat more of this stuff?Don't be afraid to be afraid, you are irresponsible to yourself, and our kitchen has to be responsible for your health.

The fat man was 'concerned' about Wang Jiong's body, while grabbing a piece of radish and stuffing it into his mouth, "What are you afraid of?We are fat enough and have a lot of water! '

"Teacher Wang, don't eat!"

Zhou Zhou grabbed Wang Jiong's juicy hand, and said a little bit dumbfoundingly: "Aren't you afraid of dying? This thing is just for opening your mouth. Do you really eat it as the main course like those sticks?"

"Brother Zhou, I never imagined that you can pickle a radish so delicious. You really can do anything."

Wang Jiong felt that it was the most wise decision he had ever made in his life to find Zhou Zhou to do the show, so he grabbed Zhou Zhou's hand excitedly and said, "I'm relieved now, brother, I have to give you an opinion." In the future, don’t call Teacher Wang Teacher Wang, if you think highly of me, call me Brother Wang, it sounds kind.”

Zhou Zhou smiled and said, "Okay, Brother Wang, I'll listen to you.

Hey, this time we really arrived at Mianzhou Station.

Those men and women on the platform should be the Park Jung-hwan you mentioned, right? "

(End of this chapter)