self-improvement as a cook

Chapter 19

"Sister Liu said this. As the saying goes, poor and lowly couples are sad about everything. Even if you marry a man who knows how to love others, and you can't catch up every day, how can you have a comfortable life and hope to live a good life? Who wants to be poor, Liu My sister is so confused now, I don't know what to do for my daughter."

Aunt Jiao said a few words to Aunt Liu's face, and she glanced at her: "If it's foolish not to push your daughter into the fire pit, then I'd rather be foolish for the rest of my life. Don't you also have a daughter? Live a good life." Put down the words and walked out.

Aunt Jiao's face was embarrassing, and she knew that she was a little anxious. Yesterday, Ma Dazu mentioned the marriage of the two families. When she went home and talked to her man's daughter, neither of them nodded. Her daughter said: "No Marry a waiter." She shook her face and entered the room.

Her man stared at her: "Whether you are a woman or not, there are so many people rushing to talk about marriage, which one is no better than Mrs. Liu's second boy, and the girl didn't even agree. How could she agree to such a marriage? Then Mrs. Liu will be fine. Her man is just a manure picker in the garden, one of the two boys in the family feeds the horses, and the other is a waiter, what is the future, let the girl marry and suffer." The shameless scolding made Aunt Jiao helpless Son, he told the man about An Ran.

Her man's face became better when he heard this, and he said: "Since he is a master, if he can be taken into the house and count on this daughter-in-law to find a good job in the future, it will be fine."

Aunt Jiao just came to tease Aunt Liu, she didn't want to have a big neck, seeing Ma Dazu now, she felt more and more that she was troubled yesterday, what kind of marriage was mentioned, she couldn't help complaining: "You talkative thing , I can't change it in eight lifetimes, if you didn't mention it yesterday, why should I be so inhuman."

Ma Dajiao has a good temper. Hearing this, his face became sour: "Oh, you are blaming me now. Whoever rushed to agree yesterday, you don't have to complain, I know you That girl has a high heart, and thinks that Zhou He is a waiter. If you say something you don't like to hear, no matter how high your heart is, Jiao Xing'er, it's a pity that she is not lucky enough to have a good baby and be born into your womb. What's the matter, maybe I can still be the master's wife."

These few words were not polite, Aunt Jiao's face turned blue and white, which was ugly, Aunt Liu outside also listened to it, seeing the previous relationship, she didn't want to make a fuss too stiffly, so she yelled: " I have nothing to do, and it's almost time for dinner, and I know how to chew my tongue before cooking."

When the two heard this, they stopped talking and got busy with their own work. Aunt Liu was secretly relieved. Originally, Jiao Xing'er didn't like that girl herself. She lost her face yesterday and couldn't refuse. Now look at this Meaning, Mrs. Jiao's man and daughter are not happy, and she probably won't mention it anymore, just to satisfy her heart.

This person, it’s better to have a normal heart. Although life is hard, you can’t just sell your daughter for your own comfort, right? Such a girl became more and more worried.

, Anran is not being run on right now, and he is cleaning up pig intestines. I don't know if the poor old man came back yesterday, but this morning, he saw a basket of buns and some fine pasta sent out. I don't know if it is the old man. The food was ordered by the aunts, so of course the chef didn't need to do it himself, so I would just relax.

Just thinking that there is nothing wrong today, why don't you go to Aunt Yu's place to help, don't look at Aunt Yu is a little boss in charge of handymen, but An Ran remembers what Ganniang said before, that Aunt Zhang's My brother is in charge of the garden, and my godmother has always wanted to find a better job for my godfather. This is not right at the fork. I met Aunt Zhang in the big kitchen without looking up and down, but it was a ready-made way.

Also, Mrs. Yu's man is the steward of Anji Restaurant, so he doesn't expect to change his second brother's errand, if he can put a word in front of him, he can take care of him no matter what.

Speaking of Anji Restaurant, An Ran suddenly thought of the man last night, and wondered how many Anji Restaurants there were in Jizhou, and whether An Zihe was in charge of the second elder brother's job.

But then he thought about it, so what, he and An Zihe only ate a bowl of noodles, plus a few pieces of alfalfa cake, what kind of friendship is it, seriously, it can't be considered acquaintance, yesterday was just a small episode, don't think about it He might as well have a good relationship with Aunt Yu and Aunt Zhang.

With this thought in mind, just as he was about to go to the well at the back, he suddenly saw Chef Zhao's big hairy face poking in, his big head looked left and right, and stared at An Ran for a while: "Will you clean up the pig's intestines? "

An Ran froze for a moment and nodded, and the bearded man said: "Then come with me." An Ran followed the bearded man out of the big kitchen, and arrived at the quiet little room facing a clump of green bamboos that Mrs. Zhang pointed out to her earlier. hospital.

It was said that it was the courtyard where two chefs, Mr. Zheng and Gao Zhao lived. As soon as An Ran entered the courtyard, before he had even looked at the small courtyard, the bearded man pointed to a pot of pig intestines: "Clean that up, and I'll make a secret later." Make seven inches."

Seeing that An Ran was still in a daze, she couldn't help frowning: "What are you doing in a daze, the old master will have to eat after he gets up, hurry up." He left the words and walked into the room quickly.

An Ran rubbed her nose, and said to herself, this imperial chef has a strong taste, and he eats such heavy dishes early in the morning. Since he can eat it, then he can do it himself, why don't he just wash the pig's large intestine? Then, he rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning up the pot of pig intestines.

I also wondered in my heart, how much appetite does this old man have, he can eat this pot of pig intestines.

Chef Zhao just mentioned the secret seven-inch recipe. An Ran knows that it is a home-cooked dish of Cantonese cuisine. There is a common name called fake roast goose. In the past, poor people could not afford roast goose, so they used pig intestines to make roast goose from cheap pig intestines. This is the wisdom of the common people, better than any top chef.

The taste of this dish is almost the same as that of real roast goose. The first step is to wash the large intestine. Generally, the intestines are used to make fake roast goose at home, and the fried pig intestines are left at the end of the intestines.

An Ran first rubbed the head of the large intestine with salt, and washed it inside and out, the large intestine smells strong, if it is not cleaned, the dish will fail, it must be clean inside and out.

An Ran washed for half an hour before cleaning up a pot of pig intestines. She straightened her waist and looked up. No one came out, and no one paid attention to her. She didn't know what it meant. built a kitchen.

I went over and took a look. Although the kitchen is not big, it is quite surprising. The seasonings and spices on the shelf, the size of the stove, and the orientation are more scientific than the big kitchen. chaos.

An Ran is the person who can't stand chaos the most. This is exactly the opposite of her best friend Lin Xing'er. That guy is simply the most inconsistent woman. Don't look at her appearance when she goes out, her hair is like her hair, and her clothes are like her. The clothes are bright and beautiful, but whoever wants to go to her house to see, it is a garbage dump, when the cloakroom door is opened, there are messy clothes and hats, piled up in pairs on the ground.

So far, An Ran still remembers the scene of the woman digging through a pile of clothes, reminding her of the scavengers on the garbage mountain, but last time a fashion magazine did an exclusive interview with this woman, saying that she is the most attractive woman. Taste, the representative of a fashion woman who knows how to match the best. Since then, An Ran has never read that fashion magazine again.

In short, that woman Lin Xing'er is a real pig. An Ran can't remember how many times she has been a free old lady for her. I had no choice but to help her tidy up.

An Ran took another look into the house, but no one came out, looked at the washed pig intestines on the ground, and thought that although the fake roast goose was not difficult to make, it took a lot of effort, if he waited any longer, I'm afraid that old Mr. I couldn't eat my breakfast, so I started to do it myself.

Turned up the fire in the stove, found a big pot and put it on it, and saw that there were newly sprouted soybean sprouts in the wooden barrel on the ground, put them into the big pot together with ginger pig intestines, covered the pot and cooked, and started Clean up the stove.

This place is much easier to clean up than the one in the big kitchen, just wipe the floor clean and arrange all kinds of seasonings and spices on the shelves. The old man respects this old man Zheng very much, which is why he treats him so favorably.

When An Ran has cleaned up almost everything, and the large intestines in the pot are cooked, Anran doesn't need to look outside now, probably that bearded man let himself do it: "I don't know why..." An Ran muttered, and took out the large intestines Come on, start drying. This is the most untimely process. There must be a trace of moisture inside and out. Otherwise, the fried goose will not have the crispy feeling of roast goose, and this dish will be considered a failure.

If it is modern, An Ran cooks this dish, the first steps do not need her to do it herself, the assistants will do it all, but now it is really tiring to do it by herself, it takes an hour to dry it.

An Ran wiped off her sweat, and said in her heart, it’s a pity that I came early today, if the old man wants to eat this dish, I’m afraid it will be noon, mix the maltose soy sauce well, marinate for a while, hold both ends tightly, the color of frying in the oil pan will be red Take it out, let it dry for a while, cut it into pieces with an oblique knife, and put it on the plate. The outside is charred and the inside is tender, and the color is bright red. It looks just like roast goose.

Just as An Ran was done, she suddenly heard an old man's voice: "Yongfeng knows this time, where is the difference of seven inches every time you make this secret recipe?"

An Ran was startled, and hurriedly turned her head, only to realize that there were three people standing behind her at some point, an old man with white hair and a childlike face, looking at her kindly, for a moment, An Ran unexpectedly reminded her of her grandfather, and always This is how he looked at himself behind his back, and gave appropriate pointers and reminders.

When grandpa taught her, she always asked her to do it by herself first, and then, grandpa pointed out what was wrong, and asked her to do it again until grandpa was satisfied. This kind of teaching method made An Ran suffer a lot at first, and then she finally understood Grandpa's painstaking efforts, what grandpa taught her was not the skill of cooking, but the understanding.

Let her consider the right and wrong of each dish, and make corrections one by one, so that she can know where she is wrong?Why is it wrong?Only then will the true meaning of each dish be realized through corrections again and again.

Grandpa believes that each dish has its own unique soul, and a successful chef is one who can perfectly display the soul of each dish, so that diners can fully feel the beauty of it.

Thinking of grandpa, looking at the old man in front of her, An Ran's nose was sore, tears fell down unconsciously, and suddenly remembered that it was not the time to cry, so she hurriedly raised her hand to wipe it, but she didn't want to rub the stove dust on her hand just now, this wipe, With a black face, he became a tabby cat.

The old man laughed: "What a little girl, don't cry, don't cry, if you have any grievances, tell grandpa, grandpa will make the decision for you."

One sentence aroused An Ran's thoughts even more, thinking of his grandfather gone, thinking of himself suddenly transmigrating to this ghost place, unfamiliar with the place, being bullied, not even a person to complain, thinking of the misery when he first transmigrated The situation became more and more aggrieved, and the strength that had been strong for several months suddenly collapsed. He completely forgot that it was not the grandfather in front of him, and threw himself into the arms of the old man, crying, not to mention how sad he was.

I didn't know how long I cried for this, and when An Ran finished crying, she came to her senses, and then remembered where she was and who the person in front of her was, she hurriedly got out of the old man's arms and stood aside, not knowing what to do With his head down, he was so pitiful.

But the old man laughed even more: "It doesn't matter if you get water, my old man's clothes are full of water without washing them. These two boys are so stupid. I don't know what kind of virtue it is to expect them to wash my clothes back. I see you are a clever girl, from now on you will wash my clothes."

An Ran's eyes lit up, she looked up at the old man, seeing if it was a joke, she nodded hurriedly.

The old man looked at her with a smile: "Girl, tell me now, who did you learn your cooking skills from? Who is your master? Your technique looks like it comes from the northern school, but you have The traces of the Southern School make me a little confused, to train an apprentice like you, your master must be a master."

An Ran suddenly felt a little embarrassed, she knew that she couldn't hide from this old man, the old man had been a royal chef, and he was a top senior in this industry, the An family's cooking techniques have been studied, improved, and tempered for many generations, and they have long been different. A north-south faction can explain it.

Grandpa often said that the method of cooking cannot be silently abiding by the stereotypes. It needs to learn from the strengths of other families in order to develop. In the old days, the bad habits of the masters should be abandoned. It is precisely because of this bad habits that we have a long history in China Many of the once brilliant and eye-catching craftsmanship have been lost. This is our greatest loss.

That's why my grandfather opened the culinary school, hoping to revitalize the gradually declining Chinese cuisine through the inheritance of Anjia's private kitchen, so that the people of the country and the world can understand China's long-standing food culture.

Moreover, there were hundreds of royal chefs in the ancestors of the An family, and the cooking techniques of the An family naturally incorporated the cooking techniques of the court, so it was impossible for me to hide the truth from the real royal chef in front of me.

If the truth is told, will the elderly believe in themselves?Such a mysterious thing, if she hadn't experienced it herself, she wouldn't believe that there was such a thing as crossing.

If you don't tell, you have to lie, and facing an old man who looks like her grandfather, An Ran really doesn't want to lie, and she can't lie. Thinking of this, An Ran said, "My cooking skills were taught by my grandfather. You and my grandfather Very similar."

The old man said softly: "Then your grandfather now?"

An Ran's face darkened: "Grandpa passed away."

The old man froze for a moment, then stretched out his hand: "Girl helped grandpa out, we two sat in the yard and said slowly, don't be idle, give us something to eat, we are still hungry this early in the morning , People always look for clever ones to recruit apprentices, but your master, I have bad luck, and the ones you recruit are all stupid boys, like lumps of wood, who won't move without dialing."

The old man was not polite, An Ran couldn't help but glanced at the two chefs, seeing that the two of them didn't take it seriously, the bearded man couldn't see the expression clearly, the fat and thick Chef Gao next to him laughed: "God, I will Knowing that the master thinks we are stupid, doesn't this send a clever one to the master?"

The old man glared at him: "Don't be unconvinced, just look at the secret seven inches made by this girl, you two, you can't keep up with flattery." Then, he took another look at the bearded man: "You boy this time With a bit of eyesight, I know that this girl is an expert."

The bearded man scratched his head, grinned and laughed, this smile was like a fierce and sinister smile in the big kitchen before, it was like two different people, a little naive, but it made An Ran think of Defu unconsciously, couldn't help it more Kind of close.

It seems that this Anfu is not full of villains with ulterior motives like Xing'er and Daguan's family. No matter the outside kitchen or the big kitchen, there are many good people. An Ran decides to tell the truth to the old man whether he believes it or not.

So how I cook the dishes, I become the girl in the kitchen inside and outside the Anfu, and I am the heir of Anji's private kitchen, inheriting the legacy of my ancestors, and I want to complete the Anji food list, pass on Anji's private kitchen, etc. Wait, say it one by one.

After An Ran finished speaking, she felt a little uneasy in her heart. She herself felt like she was talking nonsense, not to mention that she could listen to people, and the old man was still an out-and-out ancient person.

But he didn't want to, the old man was not very surprised after hearing this, but raised his eyebrows: "So, you are not from Dayan? How many years later did you come from?"

An Ran shook her head: "Actually, I didn't know it myself. In my original world, there was no Dayan at all, but now I came here and became a girl in Anfu."

The old man nodded: "So that's how it is. The ancestors of your An family combined their own skills, discarded the dross, took the essence, and passed it down from generation to generation. In your generation, it has been passed down for thousands of years. No wonder you did it. The way the dishes are cooked is so exquisite.”

An Ran said: "Grandpa said, I am still far from being a chef. A real chef is a national chef like you. I am far behind." Suddenly thought of something, and looked at the old man eagerly: "Grandpa, Can you accept me as an apprentice?"

(End of this chapter)