Shiji Starts from the Beginning of the Month

Hearing Jiang Xia's voice, Tian Suohui stood up quickly.

"Teacher Jiang Xia, I, I'm stupid, I can't do it."

Not to mention surpassing Mizuno Rin, Tian Suohui felt that as long as he was not at the bottom, it would be fine.

But Chuangzhen didn't respond to everyone's conversation at all, and his cooking was at the last moment.

"What are you doing?"

Mizuno Rin became interested in Xingping Chuangzhen's single-minded goal, and went up to ask.

Only then did Xing Ping Chuangzhen raise his head.

"Ha, it's Mizuno-san. This is a very unique dish that I developed exclusively. How about it? Want to try it?"

"what? What?"

When Mizuno Rin heard this, she became more interested. She stayed with Jiang Xia, a wooden head, since she was a child, which made her very curious about all kinds of new things in the outside world!

Taking the grilled squid handed over by Xingping Chuangzhen, Mizuno Rin swallowed it without doubting him.

"Ugh... what does this smell like?"

Seeing Mizuno Rin's reaction, Xingping Chuangzhen looked like that.

"This is my special mango sauce squid. It is the second generation product after the peanut butter squid last time. It is really terrible, right! I knew it was like this. This time, I will definitely win in the worst food cooking competition." Smelly dad..."

Before he could finish speaking, Rin Mizuno threw him over his shoulder and threw him to the ground.

"If it tastes bad, don't just give it to others, idiot!"

When Mizuno Rin was in junior high school, she was often bullied by boys at school because she didn't have a mother, so Jiang Xia took her to learn karate.

After finishing her studies, she beat down all the boys who bullied her in school by herself, and then she ushered in a happy (re) happy (shi) fast (sheng) happy (fei) junior high school career.

Tian Suohui saw the half-dead Xingping Chuangzhen lying on the ground.

Some couldn't bear to ask.

"Xingping-san, are you alright?"

Her answer was a deep breath with only half a breath left.

"Okay, don't make trouble."

Jiang Xia moved her waist, feeling that she was almost rested, and said to the three children who were playing around.

"If you're free, come and help me with things. Xiao Lin go and pour me a bucket of water, and Xiao Hui helps me get some firewood to light the fire. If Chuangzhen is still alive, take the pork on the stone table over there. Cut it into strips for me."

Hearing the pork, Xingping Chuangzhen jumped up from the ground.

"What, do you want to cook something?"

"It's not cooking. You'll know when it comes out. Hurry up and do it now. If it's early, you can make lunch in time."

Jiang Xia explained.

"Okay, Master Jiang Xia, I'll go right away!"

Since Xing Ping Chuangzhen had seen Jiang Xia's cooking, he directly changed his name to Master, and followed Jiang Xia without shame, becoming a small follower.

Alas, this kid, Jiang Xia originally wanted him to call himself a teacher, but after correcting him a few times and nothing changed, Jiang Xia simply let him go.

A person with a personality like Xingping Chuangzhen is actually very likable, because he has no scheming towards people at all, and he only has food in his eyes.

No wonder he can become the protagonist of the comic "Spirit of the Halberd Eater"!

Such a heart of innocence is exactly what Liu Angxing, the young head chef of Huaxia, believed to be the most important thing to reach the pinnacle of culinary skills.

It's just that this kid probably doesn't know that the word master has different meanings from teacher in China!

Chapter 31 Although daily life is dull, don't keep books

According to Jiang Xia's instructions, Xing Ping Chuangzhen found the pork that Jiang Xia was talking about on a stone table not far away.

However, the pork on the stone table was all fat.

Moreover, it is still the thick layer of fat under the pigskin and next to the lean meat!

"Strange, why does Master Jiang Xia prepare fat meat?"

Could it be that it is a special Chinese cuisine?

Xing Ping Chuangzhen didn't think too much about the things he didn't know, and started to cut the meat according to Jiang Xia's instructions.

Cut the skin of the fat meat and throw it aside, and cut the rest into small pieces of two or three centimeters.

It's just cutting the meat. Although the amount of meat is a bit too much, Xing Ping Chuangzhen, who has been working as a helper in the family restaurant since he was a child, completed all the work quickly.

At the same time, Mizuno Rin and Tian Suohui also completed their respective tasks and came back.

The three little ones came to Jiang Xia's side again.

"No, the three of us have things to do, so what are you doing?"

Mizuno Rin's mind turned faster, and he first discovered something was wrong.

She went to fetch water, Tian Suohui went to pack the firewood, and Xing Ping Chuangzhen went to cut the meat.

What about Jiang Xia, what is Jiang Xia doing?

Of course Jiang Xia didn't do anything, he just sat there, basking in the sun comfortably, and then watched the three little ones busy.

But of course he won't admit it.

"Hmm, the next thing depends on me, you can't do it."

Pour a small portion of water into the iron pot, and then use the rest to wash the fat. Jiang Xia lit the firewood with a flint.

The fire gradually increased, and the water in the pot gradually heated up, and bubbles began to emerge.

That's right, what Jiang Xia wants to do is to refine lard.

Lard, also known as lard or lard oil by Chinese people, is especially frequently used in the homes of ordinary people.

Compared with China, although there are a small number of foreign countries that use this naturally refined oil, they don't use it much.

Compared with ordinary vegetable oil, animal oil has an irreplaceable special fragrance, which can increase people's appetite.Especially when matched with radish, vermicelli and bean products, it can obtain a delicious taste that is difficult to achieve with other seasonings.

I saw Jiang Xia pour the pork into the boiling water, turn it to a low fire and cook it slowly.

Xing Pingchuang really seemed to have remembered something, and said.

"I see, Master Jiang Xia wants to make lard, right?"

"Hey, you also know about lard?"

Although many traditions of Sakura Kingdom are the same as those of China, lard is not used much. For example, Jiang Xia has never seen lard appear in the comics of the spirit of eating halberds. However, it is also possible that he remembered it wrong.

"Yes, my dad has done this before. The other day he made a bowl of noodles mixed with lard residue. Well, it tastes very good!"

Xing Ping Chuangzhen explained.

"Then you know that noodles with lard residue is a dish in Chinese Cantonese cuisine?"

"What dish?"

Xing Ping Chuangzhen felt that Jiang Xia spoke a very strange word!

"Forget it, I'll tell you about it in the next open class, don't worry now, but, what I didn't expect is that your father has even been exposed to Huaxia cuisine."

This was not mentioned in the original work, but Yukihira Soshin's father, Yukihira Seiichiro, disappeared for a long time after he disappeared from the cooking circle of Sakura Country.

During this period of time, he traveled around the world and learned the cooking styles of each country. It would not be surprising if he had been to China.

However, at that time, Huaxia should have been under the rule of the dark cooking world.

Therefore, the Chinese culinary world at that time should be very xenophobic.

Fortunately, Seiichiro Hirao was able to get out of it, and even mastered many techniques of Chinese cuisine, which is very interesting!

Xing Ping Chuangzhen also heard Jiang Xia mention it, so he realized that his father's cooking was Chinese cuisine.

He thought it was a folk cuisine in a remote area of ​​Sakura Country.

After all, my father never told him which country or place this cooking method came from.

This is what Seiichiro Kohei said.

"Chuangzhen, cooking is just cooking. There has never been a restriction of region or country. All the purpose is to complete a delicious meal. As long as you remember this sentence, your cooking level will continue to improve. Maybe One day, it may be possible to reach that realm!"

Well, in short, it’s just words that people can’t understand at all!

In the iron pot, as Jiang Xia kept stirring with a large spatula, the fat that was originally two or three centimeters in size was shrinking visibly with the naked eye.

Jiang Xia reduced the firewood underneath by half, and the fire, which was originally small, became even smaller.

"This step of making lard is very important. We must gradually reduce the firepower, because the dehydration speed of pork fat is getting faster and faster. If we continue to use relatively high firepower, it may be too late to react, resulting in burnt fat. "

While operating, Jiang Xia taught these students, as well as a sister who was not very likable.

"Once it burns, the whole pot of lard can no longer be used, because the burnt substance is harmful to the human body. If one place is burnt, it means that other places have also deteriorated more or less. Remember, as ingredients, the health of diners must first be considered.”

This is Jiang Xia's cooking bottom line. He instills this bottom line in his students and hopes that they will not cross this bottom line.

Among the young masters of China, the dark culinary world also aims to make delicious food, but they violated this bottom line!

Everyone knows that some special things taste better than ordinary food.

Like grilled crispy chicken wings or drumsticks, or that addictive poppy seasoning.

These things, because of their own characteristics, will make diners experience unprecedented taste enjoyment.

However, what is sacrificed for these things is the health of the diners themselves!

In any case, a dish should not be paid for with the life of the person who eats it.

This is the rule that Jiang Xia has never violated in her previous life as a chef.

Sensing Jiang Xia's serious expression, the three little ones also froze.

"Understood, Master Jiang Xia!"

The hot-blooded boy Chuangzhen replied with great momentum.

The fat in the iron pot has completely lost its moisture and oil, and has been boiled into small yellowish granules, which are suspended in the upper layer of the light yellow liquid.