v2 Chapter 147： Black juice

Xu Cheng is a pure diner. Sun Guanyun is a culinary chef. The relationship between the two is also limited to this.

After a few words, Xu Cheng again asked Sun Guanyun to choose another day to make him a Babao chestnut fragrant pigeon, which was rejected by Sun Guanyun again. He left with a smile on his face. Although he was rejected, he was still very happy.

Out of the door of the healthy cooking restaurant, Xu Cheng took a deep look at the big red earthy signboard of the healthy cooking restaurant and sighed: "It really is a master in the folks!"

Han Guishan can't deny this, but he is more concerned about another issue at present, looking up at his watch is still eleven o'clock.

"What to eat next?"

"Eat?" Xu Cheng wondered, "Don't you eat it? Are you full? Would you like to pack a little something and take it away in this shop?"

Han Guishan: "..."

You Xu Cheng deserves a stomachache!

I just took a bite of Babao chestnut fragrant pigeon, and then let Han Guishan eat other ordinary dishes. He just could n’t eat it, and said, "Forget it, the driver is waiting for us at the intersection. Talk about the game live. "

"Talk about it, I won't show up for such things." Xu Chengdao, the two went to the intersection together.

On the second floor of the Healthy Cooking Restaurant, Sun Guanyun looked at Jiang Weiguo slightly proudly.

Being tangled by Xu Cheng is not a good thing, but it is something worth showing off.

"Jiang Weiguo, did you see that? This is the card! Even if I step down from the position of chef, there will still be someone like Xu Cheng coming to your door. Do you have one?"

"Huh." Jiang Weiguo sneered, "Who is Xu Cheng?"

Sun Guanyun: "..."

"Are you an old guy on purpose? Who is Xu Cheng and you don't know?"

"Who is it?" Jiang Weiming didn't know.

The two brothers have stayed in the countryside these years, and they are not famous. They do n’t watch TV or buy magazines. It is even impossible to buy books published by Xu Cheng in the early years. Naturally, he does not know who Xu Cheng is.

Sun Guanyun felt that he was winking at the blind man, and he couldn't be born if he wanted to be angry. He had to give up and said weakly, "When I didn't say."

The three grandfathers were sitting on the second floor drinking tea. Ji Yue had finished licking the plate and went to work. After chatting for a while, Sun Guanyun estimated that it was almost time and got up and went downstairs.

Jiang Feng in the kitchen has always been concerned about the pigeons in the pot. Two minutes ago, he stopped the action on his hand and stood by the steamer. But it is very strange that when the young pigeon of Babao Lixiang pigeon made by Sun Guanyun just came out of the pot, only the fragrance of the pigeon meat and the taste of the ingredients in the belly of the pigeon were locked tightly. .

His steamed pigeons can smell the faint vegetarian filling in the pot.

Seeing Sun Guanyun's arrival, Jiang Feng asked, "Grandpa Sun, can we cook now?"

"Judge for yourself."

Jiang Feng was a bit of a problem. The requirements of the eight treasure chestnut fragrant pigeons are very harsh. A little bit wrong or the temperature difference will affect the taste and taste of the whole dish. He also did it for the first time. He had no experience, but felt that the heat was almost there, hesitated for ten seconds, and decided to turn off the fire.

It's not ready to cook yet.

According to Sun Guanyun's previous method, and Sun Guanyun was next to guide him, Jiang Feng's simmering juice looked a bit like it. The pigeons are out of the pot and waiting for the opportunity.

Jiang Feng's suckling pigeons are not as good as Sun Guanyun's before.

The eight treasure chestnut fragrant pigeon made by Sun Guanyun has a round and full belly and a gentle and uniform color. At first glance, it looks like a small baby pigeon with a bloated stomach lying on a plate. Jiang Feng's belly is bloated but not full, and a little unevenness is magnified several times on the small pigeon, and the aroma of the plain fillings can be smelled from the pot.

The young pigeons failed to lock the vegetarian stuffing inside, and the premature fragrance leaked out, losing a lot of flavor.

"What's going on?" Jiang Feng was a little puzzled. Before he cooked the pigeons, he looked exactly the same as Sun Guanyun did.

"Your technique of deboning is immature, the skin of the pigeon is broken, it is too greedy when feeding, it is stuffed a bit, it is not fast when loosening the needles, and the pinholes left are too large." Sun Guanyun said, "Did you see? These are minor problems, but this dish cannot be problematic when it is prepared. Any minor faults will be magnified infinitely after being steamed in the steamer for more than an hour. A mistake is made, and all the dishes are full. Noose. "

"To make this dish, you have to have excellent knifework, proper heat, and accurate seasoning. The most important thing is to be perfect at every step and not to make mistakes, otherwise it is not the best Babao chestnut pigeon." Sun Guanyun said, " Your grandfather always said that I hid privately and did not teach the disciples the most critical steps, so no one except me could make this dish. But the hardest part of this dish was not gossip. All the steps are perfect. I teach you for seven days. You ca n’t learn, and you ca n’t learn well. This dish is impossible to learn without hard training for one or two years. ”

"You did it just now, and the difficulty is probably clear to you. You can choose to learn this dish. I teach you the technique of simmering juice. You can also choose to learn something else. Seven days is enough for you to learn. Whether it is bergamot Pork ribs, peony fried stuffed snake meat, or other Cantonese dishes you want to learn, I can teach you. "

One side is out of reach and the other is within reach.

Jiang Feng gave a subconscious glance at the two old men. Jiang Weiguo was expressionless, and Jiang Weiming smiled at him.

Obviously let him choose.

"I'm going to pick the juice." Jiang Feng said.

Since there is the best, why go back next.

"Ding." The **** game scammed again.

Jiang Feng: ...

Really, sooner or later he will find a way to complain about this **** game.

"Okay." Sun Guanyun picked up a spoonful of Jiang Feng's simmered juice. "Your juice is not the right color. I'll point you to the problem of simmered juice tomorrow. Look, it's almost time."

Sun Guanyun slowly drank the pigeon juice on the young pigeons.

One spoonful, another spoonful.

"What do you see?" Sun Guanyun asked.

"Color, the color seems to change a little when the sap is poured on it." Jiang Feng was a little uncertain, and he suspected he was dazzled.

"Yes, it's the color. The color will change slightly at the most suitable temperature when it is poured on the sauce. So the sauce must be dripped on the Internet little by little. Www.novelhall.com ~ It starts from the abdomen and finally Wings. "Sun Guanyun closed his hands," You come to taste what you make. "

Cut the belly of the pigeon with a knife, Jiang Feng scooped a small spoon.

It tastes good, but compared to Sun Guanyun's previous work, it's almost heaven and earth.

The three grandpas also tasted it without commenting.

Jiang Feng called on Wang Xiulian and Ji Yue to come and try.

"It's not as delicious as before." Wang Xiulian commented.

"Average." Ji Yue commented.

Jiang Feng asked Wu Minqi if she wanted to taste it, and Wu Minqi declined.

In the end, Jiang Feng turned his attention to Jiang Jiankang, who had fried two plates of gongbao chicken, and said, "Dad, would you like to try?"

"Good!" Jiang Jiankang smiled, and the gongbao chicken in the pot came out instantly.

(=)