National Tide 1980

The owner who used to do skewers a lot in his previous life is no boaster about his skills.

As he slowly fanned the flames, Ning Weimin's first batch of dozens of mutton skewers was completed soon.

It's sizzling, oily, brown and crispy!

Especially because of the sprinkling of cumin and chili pepper, the aroma of his kebabs is very distinctive and very tempting.

It smells much stronger than the roasted meat cooked over pine wood.

Needless to say, at this time, only two old men are eligible to take the first bite.

Ning Weimin quickly called Luo Guangliang and Zhang Shihui to take the plates and asked them to present a few skewers to Kang Shude and "Zhang Dashao" respectively.

Ordinary people might have concerns when they see a layer of red chili powder on the mutton skewers.

After all, Sichuan cuisine has not yet become very popular in the capital these days, and people in the capital are generally afraid of spicy food.

But these two old men are both well-informed masters. They have eaten and seen a lot, and this spiciness is nothing to them.

The two of them didn't hesitate at all, they just picked it up and took a bite of it.

As a result, Kang Shude's eyes lit up first after eating.

It was obviously a big surprise to him.

However, probably because of "Zhang Dashao's" reputation, the old man was embarrassed to praise his apprentice directly, so he could only express his happiness in a very subtle way.

"Well, the taste is quite special, and the meat is not too hard when roasted. I can still chew it. I said, how dare you kid to do the same thing? You have hidden a little trick here. And it's quite well hidden..."

Even "Zhang Dashao" nodded frequently and said, "Well, the heat is just right. It's fat and thin, not tangy but not greasy. What about your condiments... Hey, that's interesting."

At this time, Luo Guangliang and Zhang Shihui, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, stopped being polite. They each picked up a few skewers and ate happily.

Luo Guangliang was a man of few words. He just gave a thumbs up and cheered with his movements.

Zhang Shihui, on the other hand, boasted happily, and all that came out of his mouth were "rainbow farts."

"Weimin, the meat skewers you grilled are so good! With the charcoal fire flavor and the seasonings, it's amazing how the lamb can taste like you! Anyway, for me, there is no other way. There is nothing more enjoyable than eating this kind of kebab. If there is one, it is to eat this kebab and have another bite of white meat! Come on, I’ll give you a toast, buddy!”

Ning Weimin took a sip with him, then handed Sun Wufu a few skewers.

Sun Wufu was originally very afraid of the red pepper on the meat skewers.

It can be seen that everyone enjoyed the food and gave it good reviews, so I gave it a try.

As a result, he stuttered and really didn't regret it.

This hot and spicy taste reveals an alternative and soul-stirring beauty.

Once he ate it, he couldn't let it go.

Even though it was spicy, he still couldn't stand it, and if he wasn't careful, iron marks were burned on both sides of his mouth.

But I still had to breathe in and say with smiles, "It smells so good! It's delicious!"

At this time, look at Ning Weimin, who is grilling the second batch in high spirits.

He fanned a big cattail fan back and forth in his left hand, and skillfully and evenly sprinkled fine salt on the mutton skewers with his right hand.

It's so proud and proud.

The most irritating thing is the boastful words in his mouth, which sound so irritating.

"How's it going? As for my kebab, everyone has to say yes. That means if you eat one skewer, you'll want two skewers. If you eat two skewers, you'll want ten skewers!"

"Why? Because the food must be in line with a person's temperament and spleen. Didn't I, Uncle Kang, just say that barbecue can make people feel the rough and rough texture of the grassland, and even Fan Kuai draws his sword and eats pig legs? The heroic spirit.”

"As the saying goes, 'Yan and Zhao are so generous and tragic people.' The food in our capital city, especially the barbecue, should have a bit of the wind and sand of the desert. How can we just focus on delicacy and freshness?"

Look, isn’t this a challenge?

What does this mean?

It's just that although his barbecue is rough, it is a food that shows the blood of a man, and it is better than the tender roasted barbecue.

Although the seasoning of "Zhang Da Shao" is good, the more refined it is, the less manly it becomes.

Not surprisingly, "Zhang Dashao" couldn't stand his arrogance.

The old man was eating the second skewer, and he immediately put it down, and he was picky and nudged his nose with his finger.

"Hey, wait a minute, don't brag. There's something wrong with your baking method. To make delicious dishes, it's important to put the seasoning first and then put it away."

"For example, salt, things that are not easy to rot when cooked should be put later. Especially for white meat, if you add salt first, the protein will shrink and the taste will not be good."

"It's another example of adding garlic. If you put garlic in it, put it later, such as roasting eggplant. The fish should be slaughtered alive, but you can't cook it right away. The fish will become hard when it dies. It will become soft again after a period of time, and you can cook it after it is soft. It tastes good.”

"You obviously sprinkled the salt too early. It's only right that you sprinkle the salt last..."

To be honest, Ning Weimin has no doubt about the professionalism of "Zhang Dashao".

But at this time, he was not willing to bow his head, and he also had reasons to prevaricate. How could he be humble and teachable?

So he curled his lips and said, "Old man, what's wrong with you? It's not a matter of nitpicking, it's just a handful of salt. Didn't I just say that barbecue is rough."

"I also told you that I would like to have some seasoning for my barbecue. This meat is delicious no matter how it is grilled. Don't believe me. If you don't believe me, let's try it."

"Even if you just bring me anything. No matter it's green peppers, garlic, or even steamed buns, as long as you sprinkle it with my seasoning, it will be delicious when grilled. This is called a fresh move, and I will eat it all over the world... "

As for this provocation, "Zhang Dashao" has not said anything yet.

Kang Shude was already unhappy, and the old man glared at Ning Weimin.

"Look at how crazy you are and your old habit of being stinky, aren't you? Master Zhang kindly gave you some advice, but you didn't say thank you and pretended to be big. Don't you know how much you weigh? Without Master Zhang, What else does your 'tan palace' have?"

As soon as the master spoke, Ning Weimin immediately became embarrassed.

However, what he didn't expect was that "Zhang Dashao" would actually speak for him.

"Hey, brother, I'm serious. This altar palace can't be said to be supported by my own efforts. You, the apprentice, are still very capable. Anyone else would not be able to achieve this situation."

"Actually, he is the one who helped me. Otherwise, wouldn't all the capital be filled with deviant palace dishes? What's the use of this little thing in my stomach? It's really rotten in my stomach."

"As for this seasoning, he is right. It is really delicious to roast lamb with this seasoning. After all, this is the authentic Uyghur barbecue spice. Not many of us here recognize cumin."

"This is like the authentic pancake fruit in Jinmen. You can't miss the peppercorns. Sprinkling that stuff can remove the beany smell and also give it a unique fragrance. If he can find it and mix and use it so reasonably, it is really a good thing. It’s not easy…”

As soon as the last word "cumin" came into his ears, Ning Weimin couldn't help but be surprised.

He really didn't expect that "Zhang Dashao" was actually a know-it-all in the kitchen. It seemed that there was nothing he didn't know about food.

If that's the case, wouldn't it be like playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong again?

But what he didn't expect was that as soon as his mind wandered to this point, his dream came true.

The old man said with a smile, "But compared to my condiments, I'm afraid it's still a bit inferior."

Then the chef took out a small glass bottle from his arms, shook it and said.

"I originally prepared this dry dipping sauce for Zhizi BBQ, so I added some naturalness to it. Everything I eat is light first and then heavy, so I didn't have time to take it out. I didn't expect you to use it to grill the meat first. Since you said that fine food is worse than coarse food like barbecue, let's compare it? Which one is better, your simple taste, or my dozens of flavors with complicated seasonings? What about it, man?"

man?

My pussy, please me!

Ning Weimin felt that his face was in danger of becoming swollen, so he quickly shook his head. I gave in.

"No, no, now that you've said this, I believe you have this ability! Well, I'd better not humiliate myself. But I'm curious, how do you know about cumin? Do you Have you ever been to the northwest?”

"I've been there. But even if I've never been there, I recognize Cumin."

"Zhang Dashao" paused, and the answer he gave was both surprising and reasonable.

"Don't forget, during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, he fought with Xiaohe Zhuo, and even took in a Uyghur concubine. Cumin was brought into the palace by Uyghur cooks at that time, but it was called wild fennel at the time. That’s it. Uighur-style barbecue has been added to palace barbecues since then, and this is the indispensable seasoning. In terms of historical origin, the content in my bottle is the seasoning recipe enjoyed by the concubine back then. I don’t know if it’s yours or mine. Is this better?"

Ning Weimin rolled his eyes at the crowding, and his face began to hurt, just like when chili powder was sprinkled on his face.

"Come on, my Master Zhang. If I tell you this, am I still dissatisfied? Has Concubine Xiang moved out? You are awesome..."

But I didn't expect that I would still be punished for this.

Kang Shude was annoyed when he heard this.

"What kind of fragrant concubine? That's nonsense again. Where did Qianlong marry any kind of fragrant concubine? The only concubine in Hebu was Concubine Rong."

And just when Ning Weimin was scolded by his master, "Zhang Dashao" also moved.

This old man is really competitive and competitive.

He went straight to get a handful of meat skewers brought by Ning Weimin, sprinkled some of the seasoning on them, and grilled them on the charcoal fire.

Not to mention, the meaty aroma emanating from the meat skewers this time was obviously more tempting than the ones Ning Weimin grilled.

So the young people all waited eagerly, and the skewers Ning Weimin grilled turned out to be a bit off.

Even Ning Weimin couldn't care less about his disappointment. All he could think about was how delicious this bunch would be.

What's more, the tourists in the corridor outside Beishen Kitchen were all attracted.

As long as they smell this smell, almost everyone will be hooked.

One by one, they looked around curiously.

Where did this smell of meat come from?

Could it be that there is a restaurant in the park?

Soon, I heard a child crying.

And it's a heartbreaking howl.

"Rourou, I want to eat Rourou, no bread, no..."