Chapter 131

In order to buy all the ingredients needed for the recipe, Yan Chu not only ran to several spice stores, but also made a special trip to the Chinese pharmacy.

It is no wonder that medicinal materials can be used in dishes, especially the bittern flavor. It is very common to put Chinese medicine bags into bittern. First, the bittern flavor has the effect of nourishing, and second, the bittern flavor is heavier and the taste is stronger. For example, medicinal materials such as fragrant grass, aloes and Angelica sinensis often appear in the bittern package.

However, Yan Chu chose more complex ingredients this time. There are more than 40 kinds of spices and medicinal materials, which is the simplest proportion of halogen prescriptions he knows now.

Originally, he thought that his more than 300 yuan would be enough. Who knows that just buying all these spices has far exceeded his expenditure. Fortunately, his mother forced him to plug 200 yuan before going out, otherwise it would not be enough to buy stewed ingredients.

There are many kinds of herbs and spices, but the actual amount of each is very small. It's a pity that you buy too few kinds of each. The employees of the spice shop and the medicine shop are not willing to help you weigh them. Yan Chu looked at the large and small bags in his hand. These ingredients are enough to make four or five stewed flavors by himself.

In particular, this sauce is getting older and better. It absorbs the essence of the food before stewing. The more fragrant the food is, the more it will come to the end. The same amount of food will be consumed in the same way.

"Buy so many things?"

Jin Xiujuan looked at the big and small bags in her son's hand and felt some love for money.

"Is this pig's feet bought from Lao Wang's pork shop? Our family buys meat from him. There can be a discount." She asked, looking through some pig feet and pig head meat her son bought.

The Yan Family's breakfast shop mainly sells steamed stuffed buns and rice balls. The husband and wife still have a good conscience. They didn't learn from some bad vendors to go to the wholesale market to buy bad pork without epidemic inspection certificate. The stuffing used for wrapping meat is solid fresh pork. Now the vegetable price in the vegetable market is rising day by day, and the cost is not going up.

The husband and wife take goods from the Wang's pork shop every day. It's a small discount for long-term customers. If they can save, they can save. Just before Yan Chu went out, Wang Xiujuan told him to buy pork from the Wang's shop and give her name.

"It's from Uncle Wang. Dad likes to eat pig ears, but you weren't willing to buy it for my dad in the past. This time, I specially begged Uncle Wang to give me some pork ears that haven't been sold, as well as pig tongue and some pig cheek meat. Today, Dad enjoyed it."

Yan Chu pointed to some of the ingredients he had bought.

"Zhong Hua, listen to me. You're the father in your son's heart. You've even figured out what to eat and drink in the evening."

When Yan Chu came back, the husband and wife kneaded the noodles one by one and cut the pieces one by one. They were ready to sell steamed stuffed buns tomorrow morning. Listening to their son's filial and considerate words, they stretched their muscles and bones all over. No matter how tired they were.

"Of course, this is my son."

Yan Zhonghua used to be a quiet man. Now he couldn't help smiling on his face, and the wrinkles at the end of his eyes widened.

"There are so many things. Why don't mom give you a hand?"

Jin Xiujuan looked at the things in the bags carried by her son. She had never seen many spices. However, when she lived in the countryside as a child, she killed pigs once a year, and her family had marinated once by herself. Finally, Jin Xiujuan had some experience. Jin Xiujuan thought that it was better than her son's sudden whim.

I don't know how much money she spent on so many things. If it's wasted, she's really distressed.

"Mom, I can do it myself. Don't worry. It's written in detail. You and dad are waiting to taste my craft." Yan Chu said this with a guaranteed ticket. He thought that he followed the halogen master and watched him make thousands of pots of brine for the first time. Even if he couldn't reach his level, the brine was much stronger than that sold in ordinary brine stores.

"Then watch the ignition. If you can't, tell mom."

Jin Xiujuan looked at her son's determined appearance and was embarrassed to persuade her son again.

There are two kitchens at home. One is in the house and the other is a temporary shed in the yard. On weekdays, when the husband and wife prepare to sell breakfast the next day, such as fried fried dough sticks, they will choose to be outside. Those things have a lot of oil smoke. Burning in the house will smoke the ceiling yellow.

This is the husband's building. The Yan family has no money to redecorate. All the facilities are the oldest. The smoke exhaust in the kitchen is the oldest smoke pipe, not the current range hood. If you burn some food that costs oil and fire, the house will be smoky.

However, this was once a wonder of the husband's house. Usually, every family's smoke pipe began to smoke white as soon as the rice point arrived. Anyone who cooked any food smelled it when standing outside the window. Anyone who cooked fish or meat simply ate with their own bowl and dish of pickles. It's just that such fun doesn't exist now.

In addition to some old neighbors who haven't moved away, here are more foreign tenants who work hard for life, have three meals and sleep when they come back. Human indifference is inevitable.

When the Yan family first started selling breakfast, they also sold white porridge. Later, fewer people bought porridge, and there was no profit in selling porridge. The stainless steel bucket used to cook porridge was put away. Now it seems that it is better to use it to boil brine.

To make a pot of good brine, the formula is very important. Whether the soup is delicious is equally important.

If the recipe is strictly followed, it will take a day to boil the soup alone. The raw materials needed for the soup are definitely not the chicken, pig and cow bones that Yan Chu bought from the vegetable market and fed with feed. It is only a special treatment under special circumstances. Kitchen god space requires him to complete the production of brine within this day, which has been sincerely praised by ten people, He can only cut corners for the time being.

One noon, when it was time for dinner, Yan Chu began to put onions, ginger, garlic and various spices into the soup and began to boil brine.

"The soup is really fresh."

Before boiling the brine in the soup, Yan Chu specially left a small pot to continue cooking. When he boiled the brine, Yan Chu felt that the recipe was very unique in boiling the soup. There was almost no need to add too much seasoning, and the thick and white broth was fresh. People couldn't speak.

Jin Xiujuan thinks her son is really powerful. At her age, she has never drunk such fresh soup without any meat smell. Including the soup that the children of relatives and friends used to drink when they got married in a big hotel, it was not as good as the bowl she now had.

"Gollum Gollum"

Yan Zhonghua did not speak, but only accelerated his swallowing. After drinking the soup in the bowl, Yan Chu filled him another bowl.

"I think it's amazing. I've cooked soup before, but I've never tasted so good as today. I do every step according to the prescription. Mom and Dad, do you think that prescription is a secret recipe? I got it by accident."

The white soup is rich, salty, fresh and suitable, without any smell of mutton and greasy. No matter how much you drink, you don't think it's too much. Yan Chu finally understood why people have the confidence to call themselves kitchen god space. This Jerry built version alone can produce such delicious food. He can't imagine other more complex prescriptions. He doesn't move according to the requirements and proportions of those prescriptions, How delicious and magical the food will be.

Yan Chu thought, maybe as 007 said, this time he really made money and learned more skills. No matter which world he went to, he won't starve to death anyway.

"Where did you get this prescription?"

Jin Xiujuan hurriedly asked her son. At first, she just thought that her son wanted to make marinade when he saw a recipe in any book. Now she listens to her son's tone, which is not the case.

"Mom and Dad, look."

Yan Chu went back to the house and took out an ancient book that he used to do simple old-fashioned methods. The pages were yellow and crisp. On it, there were a lot of ancient characters with a brush. They looked at the headache. They could vaguely see that the records on it were all some ingredients and formulas.

"I bought it at an old bookstall. I think it's all about recipes. I don't want to sell breakfast at home. Maybe I can find some delicious and easy to do. I'll draw ten yuan to buy it early. But the words on it are ancient characters. I've read a lot of books to understand the bittern recipe. I don't want to try whether the Fang Zi in this book works. I'll try it today Go buy ingredients and do it yourself. "

The original body only knew some ordinary home-made dishes. Suddenly, his cooking skills soared, which was definitely a problem, so Yan Chu found a reasonable excuse for his future change.

The original old ancient books can be torn down by those who know a little about antiques, but the Yan Family and his wife don't understand these, especially the dense ancient characters on them. They can only understand some of them.

In this way, if Yan Chu learned any new cooking skills and showed them to his parents at that time, they would only think that Yan Chu learned from this ancient book and would not doubt anything else.

"Zhong Hua, do you think our son has found any treasure?"

The husband and wife have small horizons and don't think about making money. They just think their son is too powerful. They can buy good things by buying a broken book.

"Hide this book well, but don't lose it."

Jin Xiujuan didn't dare to touch the book when she read it. She was afraid of damaging it. Besides, she couldn't understand it. She read it for nothing. She just told her son that the book looked very good. If it was well preserved, it might become their Yan Family's heirloom.

After drinking the soup in the bowl, Jin Xiujuan suddenly looked forward to the pot of brine being cooked in the kitchen.

*****

"What's that smell?"

It's OK at seven or eight o'clock. If there is no smell, it's nearly nine o'clock. The smell starts to get heavier and heavier and keeps drilling into people's nose. You say it hasn't been long since dinner. Smelling the smell, my stomach actually starts to grumble and rebel.

Now most of the elderly still live in the husband's room. They go to bed at this point. They are just hooked up by the smell from the bed. Open the window and smell better. Who is the family that is so damaged? When they cook things at night, their saliva drips.

A small number of young people in the community, especially young girls, who didn't eat after 8 p.m., were attracted by the smell, stretched out their criminal hand, unpacked their bags and boiled noodles.

In the past, the most fragrant instant noodles had little effect in front of this magical smell. I swallowed the noodles. For the first time, I thought the instant noodles were so bad.

What the hell are you doing? Why is it so fragrant?

It is estimated that this will become a problem for most residents in the community tonight.

"Chu'er, do you smell the bitterness?"

The next morning, we had to get up early to set up a stall. Yan Zhonghua and Jin Xiujuan should have gone to bed at □□ o'clock, but it was the criminal bitterness of the pot at home that made their husband and wife get into bed and get out of bed. It was hard to collect the greedy insects in their stomach and go back to their room. The fragrance continued to drill into their noses through the crack of the door, turning over and over, which made people unable to sleep.

Several times, the couple simply gave up. If they can't eat a mouthful of bittern, they won't want to sleep tonight.

"It'll take a while, but if you want to eat, I'll clip some out for you first."

Yan Chu poked with his chopsticks some of the ingredients stewed inside. This pot of marinated juice formula is the best for marinating pig feet. Yan Chu didn't care so much. He also marinated pig head meat and dried beans.

Some of the ingredients need a short time, such as pig's feet and pig's head meat. Of course, it takes a long time to taste good enough.

However, the family eat, temporarily have a mouth addiction, do not need to consider so much.

Yan Chu picked up some dried beans cut with a flower knife, some pig cheek meat and a pig's hoof.

Before cooking, Yan Chu crushed the pig's hoof with a pressure cooker to make it soft and rotten faster and better.

The pig's hoof, which has been stewed into red brown, has a faint sense of agate luster and is steaming. When it is filled to the plate, the fat layer still shakes, with a crystal moist and slightly elastic appearance, which makes people's saliva secrete faster.

Yan Chu just pinched it gently with chopsticks, and the pig's hoof was sandwiched in two along the joint, just half of his parents.

"Mom and Dad, how does it taste?"

Yan Chu himself sandwiched a quick pig with meat. Before he put it into his mouth, he asked his parents who had begun to chew pig feet about the taste of stewed pig feet.

"Whine --"

I can't speak at all. My wife is so delicious.

The fat of the pig's hoof has long been boiled. The slightly viscous sauce on the outer layer makes a living. If you bite it down, you can sip the pig's hoof meat with your lips and tongue. The rich fragrance and the taste of various spices have reached a perfect balance on the pig's hoof. After eating several mouthfuls in a row, it doesn't feel greasy as ordinary pig's hoof.

Just one bite, one more bite.

The first pot of bittern, made by Yan Chu, is slightly spicy and spicy, because this pot is intended to be used as an old bittern. If it is too spicy at the beginning, people who don't like spicy food may not accept the taste.

For the son's problem, the husband and wife can only use body language to express their love, without opening their mouth at all.

"This pig's hoof will taste better and more delicious if it is marinated for another night."

Yan Chu ate a mouthful of pig cheek meat. Standing on Yan Chu, he has been able to give a high score of nine to ten, but from the standpoint of the halogen master, he may only get a pass score of six.

He is also a man who has experienced many worlds and tasted different delicacies. He can give such a high evaluation. It can be imagined how much attention will be attracted in this world once he reaches the peak of the bittern.

Yan Chu is more and more satisfied with the kitchen god space.

The family tried every kind of ingredients, each with its own characteristics. The pig's feet were soft and rotten, the pig's cheek meat was chewy, the pig was crisp and the dried beans were fragrant. Each of them threw a large part of the bitterness sold by the bittern shop outside.

Yan Zhonghua and his wife ate so much that their stomachs were bulging up that they alleviated the greedy insects in their stomachs. Looking at a large pot of unfinished ingredients, they listened to their son say that stewing for another night would be more delicious. Don't mention looking forward to tomorrow.

"Mom and Dad, you go to bed first. I'll bring some to Uncle Bai and grandpa Jiang. We've been clapping our cigarette pipe tonight. I'm afraid the neighbors are drooling now."

Yan Chu's boasting made Yan Zhonghua and his wife laugh, but they also felt that their son was right. It really smells so good that they couldn't sleep just now, and they didn't know whether the neighbors nearby were the same as them just now.

They don't care about others, but the old residents in this building have friends. They should send some good stewed flavor in the past.

Originally, Jin Xiujuan wanted to let her son send the stewed flavor the next day. After all, it's already more than nine o'clock and almost ten o'clock, but she thought that the stewed flavor would have to be cooked for another night. It would be a sin if those good neighbors were attracted by greedy insects all night.

She generously annotated her son's request and took out all the washed dishes.

"Your father and I will send it to Grandpa Jiang. You can send more to Uncle Bai."

They are all neighbors. There are also close and distant. In Jin Xiujuan's eyes, Bai Jia is her future in laws. Bai Ling is her future daughter-in-law when she is her own daughter. If there are good things, naturally give them more.

"Ah."

Yan Chu bought quite a lot of ingredients today. He filled the Bai family with a pot full of brine and walked upstairs.

*****

"A drop of blood recognizes the Lord."

Zhang Zifan hid himself in the room, drew the curtains, and told the nanny not to let anyone disturb him. Then he took out the jade pendants he bought today.

He was much more willing than Yan Chu. He cut a wound directly on his index finger with a knife. Suddenly, blood flowed. He took his bleeding fingers and wiped them on the jade pendants one by one.

The first five didn't respond, because he was afraid that the dosage would be insufficient. Almost every jade pendant was wiped with blood. When he planned to wipe the sixth jade pendant, the blood of his index finger was not enough, and he cut his middle finger hard.

When the singer's fingers were not intact, the last jade pendant finally gave him a reaction. The blood smeared on it was slowly absorbed, and then he saw a beam of light rush into his eyes.

Regardless of the pain in his fingers, Zhang Zifan jumped up in ecstasy, shouting and making noise.

The nanny was listening to the young master downstairs, thinking about the young master who always behaved strangely these days, wondering whether she should tell the master and his wife about the situation of the young master, otherwise if there was something wrong, she could not bear the responsibility.

Zhang Zifan didn't know the nanny's mind. The first time he got the baby, he couldn't wait to start the experiment.

You should know that the hero's power in the story of the urban treasure hunter is very awesome. As long as you look at a certain object carefully, all its joy will emerge in your mind. At the same time, he has both perspective effect and claims that no instrument can penetrate the gambling stone. This power can be used. One scene is that the male Lord shines brightly at the Tengchong gambling stone conference, The pot is full of money. Emeralds, fortune, longevity, gold silk, blood jade and purple eyes. There is nothing the man doesn't want, and there is nothing he can't find.

Zhang Zifan excitedly aimed his eyes at the desk lamp at home. His eyes were sour for a long time. Finally, a line of words appeared in his mind, desk lamp, for six months.

The simple two words, unlike those described in the novel, introduce an article in detail to the production materials and processes, only the name and manufacturing years.

Zhang Zifan didn't think so much. He was also ecstatic that he had such an ability against the sky. He tirelessly tested every item in the room until his eyes were tired and his head began to hurt, so he fell asleep.

*****

"Xiao Chu, it turned out that your family was cooking delicious food. I said how the smell was so close to me. Your aunt and I just lay in bed. We were stunned. We didn't sleep for more than an hour. We thought about what was so fragrant."

Bai Jiandong, that is, Bai Ling, his father liked Yan Chu very much. Before the sudden adventure, the original body was indeed a good child that most people couldn't find anything wrong.

The middle reaches of his grades are enough to be admitted to an undergraduate university. He is filial and honest. The most important thing is that he has thick eyebrows and big eyes. At first glance, it makes people feel that the young man is honest. Not to mention Bai Jiandong, who watched him grow up and regarded him as his son-in-law, naturally how do you think of Yan Chu.

"Yan Chu."

Bai Ling had just been lying in bed. Hearing Yan Chu's voice, she jumped up and combed her hair to make sure there were no sleep marks on her face.

It's almost the same as in the original memory, but it's younger and childish than the haggard girl who finally appeared in the original memory.

With a slightly round face and a pair of black framed glasses, she looks like an ordinary high school student, but her snow-white skin is particularly colorful, which makes her whole person look transparent and fresh. It is the kind of appearance that makes people easy to have a close psychology.

"Xiao Ling, come here quickly. Xiao Chu specially sent you brine."

Bai Jiandong began to talk nonsense after drinking a mouthful of bittern flavored wine. Bai Ling was embarrassed and stared at her father. Then she came towards the dinner table.

"What is it for me? It's obviously for our whole family."

In fact, she is quite used to the elders of both sides joking about their affairs, but the older she is, the more she knows about this, the more shy she is, especially when the students around her also tease her and Yan Chu.

Bai Ling's Yu Guang stared at Yan Chu quietly. He only met yesterday, but I don't know why. Today, Yan Chu's eyes are even more frightening.