v2 Chapter 120： Oil sugar

After eating, Ji Yue continued to rush the draft, Jiang Feng went up for a nap, and waited for Jiang Feng to wake up and go down the stairs.

I can't afford to be an art student.

When I went to the kitchen, Jiang Feng found the yam that Comrade Wang Xiulian bought this morning, washed and peeled it, cut it into ten pieces at a time, and then went to the grocery store to find out the white sugar scattered. The preparations were done.

Simmering oil in the oil bottom is a skill of the chef of Lu Cai. You can fry the sugar under the main ingredients in a pot of oil. After the ingredients are fried, you must draw the wire. The skill requirements of the chef are very high.

Previously, in memory, Jiang Huiqin made two pots of roasted yam at the same time. This method has the same effect as the oil sinking sugar. After learning about the oil sinking sugar, Jiang Feng once suspected that Jiang Huiqin would not turn the oil sinking sugar. And use two pots to fire at the same time.

The yam is used as a handle in wire drawing. Various legends say that it can be put on its head. The most reliable one is from the "Vegetarian Strategy": peel, cut the knife block, and burn it with oil. Add the adjusted water rock sugar to the pan, and there will be filaments. But fry it with sugar. The Beijing teacher is very happy.

While it ’s hot, you can pull more than one meter of sugar, and more than three meters. Jiang Feng ca n’t imagine what kind of Chinese yam can pull more than three meters of silk. What he can do is about twenty centimeters. Limit it.

And use oil to sink sugar to do regular rollovers.

At his current level of fire, it is too difficult to really do a good job of sinking sugar. Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming both have oil bottoms. The difference is that Jiang Weiguo was based on his childhood memories, and then he gradually explored it by himself. Jiang Weiming taught Jiang Chengde at that time, and he was orthodox Jiang family cooking techniques.

Jiang Feng's oil-sinking sugar is taught by Jiang Weiming. It can be regarded as the highest-end technology that Jiang Feng has learned at present. It is a poor mastery. Every time he rolls around, it is good to have two of the ten yam extracts. .

Min Jiangfeng re-examined all the previous teachings of Jiang Weiming in his head, opened fire, poured oil, poured sugar, and fried materials.

After a random operation, 4 disks were unplugged.

One of the plates was played at an extra level. The sugar was evenly wrapped and the sugar was fine. Jiang Feng took photos and videos of each plate as instructed by the Father. The most successful one took a full two-minute video. He also deliberately displayed a piece of wire with a chopstick.

Qiu Jiangfeng put the remaining nine plates of yam yam into a takeaway box, and took out the most successful plate for Jiyue to taste.

Wu Jiyue was still rushing to write in situ. Jiang Feng suspected that she hadn't moved for several hours. She lined her shoulders and said, "Come and taste the yam yam, remember to dip it in water."

"Ah? Oh." Ji Yue's face looked as if she had awakened from the dream of the next generation. She dullly picked up chopsticks, put a piece of wire yam into her mouth, and jumped up in a second.

"Look, I'm scalded to death." Ji Yue spit out the yam in her mouth on the spot.

Qijiang Feng reluctantly said, "Whether it's fresh or hot-fried, can it be hot? I just said that you should dip it in water. Right, how many drafts do you owe for the New Year?"

"Not much, just a dozen." Ji Yue was sober instead of being so hot, and went to get a rag to deal with the yam that she just spit out. "It's okay, I can definitely finish it before the submission date."

"When will the manuscript be submitted?" Jiang Feng asked.

"The day after tomorrow."

Min Jiangfeng: ...

I'm not saved, you wait to die.

Pigeon cancer is advanced.

After finishing the garbage that she had created, Ji Yue sat down and clamped a chopsticks yam again. The hot yam suddenly pulled out a long piece of sugar. Ji Yue could not help but exclaim: "Wow, I can really pull it out. wire!"

"This is ... drawing yam ..." Jiang Feng said.

"I know." Ji Yue said, shoving yam into her mouth, chewing it a few times, boasting, "Yeah, it's much better than the sweet potato I ate at my restaurant on my winter vacation." "

Qiu Jiangfeng was waiting for this compliment, and he also felt that he had done a good job with this wire drawing yam: "Did you eat wire drawing before?"

"28 pieces of toasted sweet potatoes, where's the silk." Ji Yue said, "88 pizzas don't pull you silk, you have to double the cheese to pull out the silk."

Qiu Jiangfeng returned to the kitchen and presented a dish of unsuccessful toasted sweet potatoes that did not pull out the silk, and asked, "Is this the same as my dish?"

Ji Yue tasted the chopsticks and said, "It ’s much worse than your plate, but the restaurant I went to sells lamb. Maybe their master is not good at making sweet potatoes. Do n’t eat the plate After talking, the sweet potatoes are sticking together. The thick layer of sugar is like a sugar candied gourd. It is slightly better to not chew in the mouth. A bite is really sweet. But the sweet potatoes are pretty, orange-red, no It ’s kind of sweet to eat sweet potatoes on the outer layer of sugar. ”

Min Jiangfeng: ...

"The master must not be good at making sweet potato."

There is n’t a lot of yam, Jiang Feng and Ji Yue have a bite. My mouth is empty. Ji Yue has n’t eaten sweets for a while. I do n’t think it ’s enough to eat more than half of the plate. Come and eat.

还有 There are 8 trays in the takeaway box. The sugar and oil are used to make sugar and oil. If you throw out Comrade Wang Xiulian, you must be distressed. Jiang Feng erased the words on the doorway of the door and changed it to: Draw wire yam (special price) 19 yuan! !! !!

Look at the mobile phone, it's four o'clock, and it will start business soon. Jiang Jiankang still hasn't seen him. Jiang Feng called him and was cut off after the first beep.

"My mom and I are watching a movie and go back later. You will be in the back kitchen for a while."

Minjiang Jiankang sent a WeChat to Jiang Feng.

Min Jiangfeng: ...

His gut tells him that this moment may be the whole dinner time.

At half past four, Wu Minqi arrived on time. There were a few scattered customers in the store. Wu Minqi greeted Ji Yue and rolled up her hair and tied her hat and apron in the kitchen and asked, "Is there anything I can cook?"

Jiang Feng glanced at the list: "Two servings of fish-flavored shredded rice for takeaway, one fried pepper and one mapo tofu. My parents estimate that they will come back late tonight, and my grandpa will not come. We are both. "

敏 Wu Minqi nodded, not much to say, work directly.

The special yam of yam is sold out early. Ji Yue also helped Jiang Feng investigate the diners' evaluation. The response was not bad. Although it was not all praises, there was no obvious negative evaluation.

As Jiang Feng expected, Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian didn't return until 9 o'clock in the evening. Jiang Jiankang carried a few sacks of Wang Xiulian's hard work and sat down tiredly in the shop.

There are no more customers in the shop. Ji Yue goes to deliver the last few takeaways. Jiang Feng is cleaning the table and Wu Minqi has returned.

"Shit, how about today's game?" Wang Xiulian's spirit is very good ~ www.novelhall.com ~ All tickets are promoted, the specific time for the next competition has not been notified. "Jiang Feng said.

"Good job, it really is my son. Come, this is the facial cleanser that Mom bought for you!" Wang Xiulian found a small cleansing milk in the bag for tens of dollars, and Jiang Jiankang Road, " Take away your new chopping board, didn't you buy it for you, and you're downcast. "

"What I want is not the chopping board. The set of knives is really good. The last set is probably bought by someone else." Jiang Jiankang said.

"A set of knives is more than 20,000, how much money do you earn a day?" Wang Xiulian frowned.

"I can earn so much a day." Jiang Jiankang muttered.

"What did you say?" Wang Xiulian was angry.

"Nothing, nothing." Jiang Jiankang hurriedly, still thinking about the set of knives he saw before.

"Parents, did you eat dinner?" Jiang Feng asked, his own dad, he knew too well, and the knives he saw could be bought back in a small vault tomorrow.

"Eat." Wang Xiulian said, walked to Jiang Feng and took the rag in his hand. "Once your son, you have been tired for a day, go back to rest, and leave your dad to do the rest."

建 Jiang Jiankang, who was walking with his wife for a day :? ? ?

Jiang Feng is not willing to work, naturally, he gave his relatives a sympathetic look and quickly walked back to the dormitory.

There was no one in the dormitory. Wang Hao was still struggling with "Signal and System" in the library. The day after tomorrow was a make-up exam. Now he canceled the examination and he would have to rebuild it if he had to hang up. In the library.

Jiang Feng returned to the dormitory and was not idle. He turned on the computer to inquire about the delicious cooking competition.

* In the last chapter, I saved my manuscript.