At once, the benefits are many. "
After that, I didn't forget to ask Tao Mu: "Didn't you also lock up with the prince? How many fans have you increased?"
"I don't know." Tao Mu replied dullly. Xin said that a group of fans who turn their faces faster than a book are rare.
"Hey, why are you going!" Da Mao and Xiao Pang looked at Tao Mu, who was about to go out after picking up his wallet with a dumb face.
"Go buy chicken paws." Tao Mu said, "Didn't I say that I will roast chicken paws for you on Saturday."
The severely internet addicted teenagers with their ass sticking to the computer immediately got up and said, "I will go too."
As a result, Tao Mu didn't go to the market, but went to Ping's restaurant downstairs to ask about the purchase channel: "Can I order ten catties of chicken feet? I'm not familiar here, and I don't know who has good products."
The lady boss made a gesture: "No problem. Would you like it tomorrow morning?"
"It's best tonight. So I can bake it at noon tomorrow."
The proprietress called immediately to place an order without saying anything.
After half an hour, fresh chicken paws were delivered to the door. The boss Feng Gee told Tao Mu: "The door will be closed at nine today. When the time comes, brother will give you the kitchen, so you can just let it go."
Tao Mu: "..."
Brother Feng is particularly enthusiastic: "Do you need brother to help you?"
"No." Tao Mu particularly hates someone to help while cooking. Because it will disrupt his rhythm, it's more like a hindrance than helping.
Brother Feng smiled, and didn't know if Tao Mu really didn't need help, or was afraid of someone stealing his teacher.
However, Feng Ge still kept his promise and handed the back kitchen to Tao Mu at nine o'clock. He and Sister Ping were watching TV and eating melon seeds while waiting for others.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the night life outside has just begun. But in the corner of the back kitchen, it was quiet as if everything was about to fall asleep.
The noisy kitchen calmed down, and Tao Mu was the only one standing in front of the faucet wearing an apron, washing the chicken paws over and over again. Tao Mu uses long running water, pours the rushing water on the chicken paws to thoroughly wash the ingredients clean, while the cold water also makes the chicken skin more crispy. After washing the ingredients, Tao Mu put the chicken paws in a large iron pan and blanched them for two minutes, then rinsed them with cold water. This can get rid of the fishy smell and excess greasy fat.
Followed by the lo-flavoring ingredients. For this step, you need to use good pork belly to stir up fresh meat oil. Then add special spices and seasonings to stir fry. Tao Mu learned the exclusive secret recipe of Old Man Song, which was taught by the old man when he was very young. The old man once said that when a cook is cooking, he should be calm and steady in his hands, so that he can carefully weigh the heat and keep his hands steady to be worthy of the ingredients themselves.
It's a pity that Tao Mu had never been calm and unstable when he was cooking in his previous life. Because the dishes he cooked in his previous life were either to please the Shen family or to win over partners. Being a man is utilitarian, and there is no way to cook.
Many people say that he has too many distractions when cooking, and the dishes he makes are not as pure as Shen Yu.
Although Tao Mu himself didn't know the causal relationship between what he thought about cooking and the taste of the dishes.
An alluring fragrance gradually spread from the kitchen. It's a bit like braised pork, but the taste is fresher and the aroma is stronger.
The diners sitting in the front hall couldn't help sucking their noses, and Lao Feng said in amazement, "Tao Mu, this craft, okay!"
"Of course." Da Mao, Xiao Pang and You Rongyan: "My brother Mu is amazing!"
"It's so fragrant." The old diners who spend every night watching TV in the restaurant and talking about the air-conditioning and talking about the mountains mo, mo belly, have just eaten dinner, so hungry for a while.
Brother Feng couldn't bear it, and motioned to Da Mao and Xiao Pang to go in and ask: "Can you try something first?"
"I haven't done it yet!" Da Mao and Xiao Pang were also greedy, and slumped to the door of the kitchen secretly: "Brother Mu, can you give me a few mouthfuls first?"
"I guess it's not done yet!" Tao Mu rebuffed: "You help me ask Brother Feng, is there Huadiao wine in the kitchen?"
"Yes—" Before Da Mao and Xiao Pang could speak, Feng Ge stood up: "On the shelf above the faucet, there is a black jar with a piece of red paper pasted on it."
"I saw it." Tao Mu replied and moved the Huadiao Wine to most of the altar. Just listen to the nourishment in the pot
sound. The rich aroma came out with white smoke. The scent rushed to the front hall, and the saliva of the old diners flowed all over the floor.
"No, I can't take it anymore." Someone rushed out the door and went to the skewers shop next door to order 30 yuan skewers.
Tao Mu is still making lo-mei sauce patiently. After half an hour, Tao Mu threw the blanched chicken paws into the iron pot and simmered it over a small fire.
This stew will take half an hour. The simmering bones and meat of the chicken claws are directly rotten, and the skin is soft and glutinous.
A large number of old diners in the front hall have been killed.
Brother Feng stared at Tao Mu with bright eyes: "What should we do next? Xiao Mu, please tell me whatever you want, and Brother will help you."
What's next
Tao Mu smoothly threw the simmered chicken feet into the secret marinade that was just boiled and soaked: "... Actually, there is nothing wrong, just soak in the flavor."
"Doesn't I need to use any special technique to massage the chicken feet during the soaking period?" Feng Ge's brain was wide open. From the secret recipes of the palace ancestors to the secret techniques of the folk ancestors, he was about to feast his eyes and open his eyes.
Tao Mu said with a black line on his face: "No."
Brother Feng: "..."
The blood was poured out by a basin of cold water. Brother Feng glanced at Tao Mu bitterly: "Then you go upstairs and rest."
Brother Feng looked at Tao Mu and wanted to inquire about the practice of lo-mei, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything. Just after the restaurant closed, I dragged sister Ping into the back kitchen for observation, wondering how many seasonings and spices Tao Mu used—
I didn't see anything in the result.
Chapter 13
The next morning, Tao Mu was awakened by Feng's door slamming.
"I've been soaking for the night. What should I do next?" Feng Ge opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at Tao Mu with extreme excitement. That posture, I didn't sleep all night.
"Next, don't do anything." After finally going to bed and being woken up, Tao Mu said with a stern face: "Let it be marinated in a pot. When I have lunch at noon, I will roast the chicken paws. Needed. Cumin, white sesame and chili noodles. Do you have them in the store?"
Brother Feng nodded fiercely: "All the condiments. But there is no oven. I will go to the skewers shop next door to borrow it later. Their house will not open until four o'clock in the evening."
Tao Mu didn't care anymore.
Towards noon, Tao Mu and Da Mao Xiaopang went downstairs after sleeping well. The small restaurant is noisy and almost all the tables are full.
Tao Mu went into the back kitchen and opened the big iron pot with chicken feet simmering, and found that the stewed chicken feet in it were reduced by more than half.
Tao Mu turned to look at Brother Feng. Brother Feng scratched his face in embarrassment, hehe smirked: "What, it's too fragrant, I couldn't help it, so I gnawed a few."
After that, he gave Tao Mu back to Amway, "The braised rice in braised soup is very fragrant. You can try it too."
Tao Mu: "..."
With the help of Feng Ge, Tao Mu moved the remaining half of the chicken paws to the entrance of the restaurant. Sister Ping specially borrowed the skewers stove next door and set it up outside the restaurant. Brother Feng rolled up his sleeves and burned charcoal to make a fire, and fanned the rising smoke away with a big pu fan.
Tao Mu returned to the kitchen to prepare dry barbecue ingredients. Sister Ping and Brother Feng helped skewer the remaining chicken feet onto bamboo sticks.
The chicken feet soaked in the secret braised soup for a whole night originally exudes a strong fragrance. When it is put on the fire, the meaty braised chicken feet are licked by the fire tongue, and it bursts out even more attractively. The smell of roasted meat. Sprinkle with cumin, sesame and chili noodles, dripping hot oil down the bamboo skewers, the charcoal fire in the stove slammed up, and the white smoke filled the whole street with a strong aroma. To the aroma of grilled chicken feet.