The cook is very busy

Chapter 68

The corners of Ziqing's eyes twitched, and he looked at Mr. Qi, this old man was too real, he even brought a la carte when he went to eat at his house, if one was not enough, he needed another!
Mr. Qi was in a dilemma. Today, he seemed to be in trouble with Ziqing. Seeing her delay in responding, he said, "What's the matter, aren't you a capable girl? The old lady in the house called a dozen maids to cook in the kitchen. You replaced it, and it stumped you after cooking one or two dishes?"

Ziqing didn't expect that Mr. Qi would use her words to block her. Isn't she trying to save face for the old lady by saying that?

"Master Qi praised the younger one. The younger one is just quick and diligent in his work. The craftsmanship on this stove..."

"Okay, since Mr. Qi has spoken, you just have to show your hand again, come on, Brother Qi, please!"

At this moment, Mu Guanxiong was in a good mood, so he just told Ziqing to go to work, and called the dark-faced Master Qi back to the table with a smile.

Ziqing's eyes widened, hey, this old man can't tell if he can carry it, he really regards her as a capable person, he still regards her as the cook in his son's restaurant, he can prepare any dish he orders!
Dong Cui glanced at Ziqing's expression, "What should I do, sister?"

Ziqing looked at her, sighed, rolled up his sleeves, "What else can I do, keep working, Sister Dongcui, pick up all the remaining river prawns in the basket."

Dong Cui hurriedly responded, lifted the basket up, scooped up a basin of water, and thought about washing it.

At this moment, Ziqing rinsed the pot first, and told Dongcui to let her soak the shrimp in water, keep the tail of the shrimp, and peel off the head and shell.

This time, Dong Cui didn't ask Ziqing what kind of dish she wanted to make, she just cooked it. She removed the bottom of the prawn's shell, removed the intestines from the back of the prawn, and listened to what Ziqing said, and cut the back of the prawn with a knife. , Put it in a bowl and prepare it.

Now Ziqing was looking for the boy who kept the wine, brought the flower carvings that he had scooped up earlier, poured some into the shrimps, grabbed a small handful of salt in it, grabbed a few times and put it aside to marinate.

Then Ziqing brought a bowl and several plates, cracked two eggs into the bowl, added some salt, and stirred with chopsticks.

Dong Cui looked at it and asked, how long does she need to marinate these shrimps, will there be enough time?
Ziqing poured the beaten eggs into a plate, scooped up a few spoonfuls of potato flour (starch), and said that she was done with the work at hand, and that the shrimps were sliced ​​and tasted fast.

Mu Qing peeled the shrimp shells for Mu Shaoyi and Ren Xiaoran, and put them on the plates of the two of them, then the master asked someone to spread the dishes, and told each table to taste, and the masters rushed to eat one by one.

Ren Xiaoran picked up the peeled shrimp with his chopsticks, and saw that it was bright red and pleasant, with a strong aroma of wine, which whetted his appetite.

With a twist of his wrist, he put the shrimp into his mouth and ate it until it was in his stomach. Ren Xiaoran nodded in satisfaction, and said to Mu Shaoyi.

"That's right, this jade hand-held hairpin is elegant, and the cooking has some meaning, Fourth Young Master, let's have a taste, I saw that you were just drinking and didn't move your chopsticks much."

Mu Shaoyi was looking elsewhere, but Ren Xiaoran felt a little hungry when she said this, so she picked up the chopsticks and put the pink, tender and bright red shrimp on the plate into her mouth.

Take a bite, the meat is firm and slightly crispy, and it is fresh and sweet, and it is burnt with wine, and there is a faint fragrance, which is really good.

Ren Xiaoran looked at Mu Shaoyi's expression, and suddenly became amused, "Why, is this girl really unusual?"

The corners of Mu Shaoyi's mouth raised imperceptibly, she put down her chopsticks, still looking at the busy figure, and responded lightly.

Ren Xiaoran paused suddenly, thinking that the Fourth Young Master would be displeased, so he jokingly said that what he meant was the girl's cooking skills. Unexpectedly, the Fourth Young Master agreed casually, which made him wonder what to do. What did you say.

"Sister, what are you doing?" Seeing that Ziqing had beaten the egg, Dong Cui took the steamed bun from earlier, broke it apart, and rubbed it into froth.

The steamed buns were made in the morning. They were hard and not as soft as the ones just out of the drawer. They crumbled to pieces after rubbing them casually.

Ziqing didn't say anything, just asked Dongcui to put the iron pan on and scoop the grease into it to melt. She was going to fry these river prawns later.

Dong Cui is a master who can't take time off. When she sees work to do, she quickly responds and goes. Zi Qing is still busy working on this steamed bun with her body behind her back, trying to hide it from others.

Just earlier, she was thinking about making golden shrimps for her, but then she thought about where to find the bread crumbs in this age, so she thought about asking Dongcui to bring a steamed bun, and try this instead. .

"Sister, hurry up and get busy, don't be in a daze!" Dong Cui pulled all the lard in the pot into the pot, added firewood, and the oil gradually bubbled out.

Ziqing looked back at her, then quickened his hand movements, rubbed out the steamed buns, put them on a plate, and put them together with the potato flour and eggs.

Bringing a clean plate, Ziqing picked up the prawn tails, lifted the marinated river prawns, first dipped in some potato flour, put them in the egg liquid for a while, then wrapped them in steamed bun foam and pressed them tightly, leaving the prawn tails alone What did you get on.

Make them one by one, put them on the plate, Dongcui's oil and water melted, and it was slightly smoky. Seeing that it was [-]% to [-]% hot, Ziqing put the prepared river prawns in and fried them.

She was busy asking Dongcui to pull out some of the firewood and change it to slow frying. When the river prawns were fried golden brown, she picked up the prawns and put them aside to drain the oil. .

Ziqing scooped out the oil in the pot, and asked Dongcui to help stir-fry a sweet and sour sauce, as she would burn the sugar every time she put it in the pot.

Dong Cui was looking at those round and golden river prawns, swallowed quickly when she heard it, took the hand, and talked to Zi Qing while busy.

"Sister, remember, when frying the sugar juice in the pan, the heat should not be too high, and the oil should not be too much. The sugar is more than the oil we scooped out. Put it in and fry slowly. Look, it will melt."

Ziqing stared and listened to what Dongcui said, and handed over a small jar of sour plum juice. Seeing that she scooped some up and put it in the pot to continue stirring, she put the river prawns on a plate.

When Dongcui's side was ready, she hurriedly took a small porcelain bowl to serve her, then put it among the river prawns, and hurriedly handed it over to the young man at the side to serve it, this dish must be eaten while it is hot, before it cools Not good.

Dongcui removed the pot, and watched the boy take away the dishes, his face was full of disappointment, Ziqing put his hand on the apron to wipe it, looking at Dongcui like that, he grinned.

She coughed, Dongcui turned her head, and Ziqing turned over a bowl beside her, and there were two round golden fried shrimp lying on the table.

Dong Cui paused, looked at Ziqing, "Sister, sister, why did you miss two?"

Ziqing was overjoyed, she nudged Dongcui with her elbow, and took one by herself, "Hurry up and eat, Miss Dongcui."

Dong Cui saw that Ziqing ate the fried shrimp into her mouth, the crackling sound was so craving, she couldn't help but slipped one, turned her back and stuffed it into her mouth, after chewing for a few times, the mouthful was full of flavor, it's really strange. Crisp and tender, very salty and fresh.

Ziqing asked how Dongcui was doing, she puffed her cheeks, her eyes were squinted, and she said it was delicious, but she had never eaten such crispy fried shrimp.

Ziqing laughed when she heard it. She has been in the mansion for so long, and the kitchen rarely makes fried dishes. Even if there are, they are rolled in potato flour and put into the pot. The entrance is a bit hard, not as good as this crispy.

While the two of them were talking, Mu Guanxiong sent someone to call her. Ziqing felt confident, so he untied his apron, lowered his sleeves, straightened his clothes, and followed.

When Mrs. Qi saw someone coming, she first asked her, "Girl, the jade hand holding the hairpin is really delicious, what is this one called now?"

Ziqing bowed to everyone at the table, "Back to the old lady, this dish is called golden butterfly shrimp."

Master Qi watched the shrimp flesh being sliced ​​open and deep-fried until it was formed. It was indeed somewhat similar to the wings of a butterfly. He picked up a piece and dipped it in the dipping sauce, "Look at how crispy the skin is fried, what the hell did you do? ?”

Ziqing thought that Mr. Qi's mouth was tricky enough, knowing that the fried shrimp was good because of the skin, so asking this question was not digging her bottom!

She pondered for a while, and said, "You can't tell the master about this kind of practice."

(End of this chapter)