In the back kitchen of Tong Mansion, more than a dozen chefs, cooks, maids and servants all looked at the second young master who had rushed in and Sun Tu who had stolen their work at a loss. They wanted to persuade them, but they couldn't say anything. Words come.
Youdao is a gentleman's distant kitchen. For those rich masters and young masters with status, this kitchen is something they will never enter under any circumstances. But today was a good day. Tong Mu and the others actually barged in, and Sun Tu was busy in front of a stove somewhere. This was really beyond everyone's expectations.
Only Ya'er was still helping at this time, helping Sun Tu to make the fire on the stove more intense. Then he saw him skillfully picking up the kitchen knife on the side and cutting a portion of green vegetables on the chopping board. As soon as the pot was hot, he quickly put down the lard that had been boiled before, and after a while, he put the vegetables into the pot and started stir-frying quickly.
This series of actions was naturally a trivial matter for Sun Tu, who used to always cook by himself, but it made everyone around him look stunned, especially Tong Mu, who stared blankly for a while before speaking. He asked with some stuttering: "Sanlang, is this... what you call stir-fry?"
"Yes, but it's a pity that the oil here is too thick, and the pot is too big and thick. I'm afraid this dish won't taste very good." Sun Tu replied casually, and took some salt from the bowl on the side and put it in into the dish, followed by a dizzying stir-fry. It wasn't until he saw that the heat was almost done that he took out a porcelain plate, took out the green vegetables that were still as green as new and put them aside.
Looking at the fresh and tender vegetables, which were completely different from the yellowed vegetables that had been cooked before, Tong Mu was a little unsure: "Is this ready to eat? No matter how I look at it, it looks like it's raw... "
"You'll know after you try it." Sun Tu smiled and took out a section of lotus root from the frame in front of him. He raised the knife and cut it into even lotus root slices. This knife technique No worse than before.
Tong Mu was so curious that he couldn't think too much about it. He immediately picked up some with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. Then his eyes lit up: "This green vegetable tastes much more refreshing than the previous one, good!" Then he heard something next to him. There was another hissing sound from the pot, but it was Sun Tu who put the lotus root slices into the pot again and stir-fried, and then added salt, sugar and vinegar.
When the chefs and cooks saw what he did, they couldn't help but murmured in their hearts, what kind of cooking method was this? In the past, they used to steam the lotus root in whole sections, but now they cut it into slices and don't talk about it. Yes, there are so many seasonings on it. Can it still be eaten
Tong Mu didn't understand this at all. He had already eaten several chopsticks of green vegetables. When he saw Sun Tu serving up the sweet and sour lotus root slices again, he quickly picked up a piece with his chopsticks and quickly put it into his mouth. The green vegetables alone were enough to surprise him. The color was amber, and the more delicious lotus root slices would certainly not disappoint him.
But Tong Mu's first reaction was to cry out in pain and almost shed tears: "It's so hot!" But even so, the sweet and sour in the lotus root slices combined with the water in the lotus root quickly spread in his mouth After that, he couldn't bear to spit it out. This tender and delicious taste was something he had never tasted before. It made the second young master of the Tong family, who had seen a lot of things, smile happily. Without caring about the image, he picked up another piece and put it in his mouth. Chew and taste it.
After eating three more lotus root slices and two chopsticks of green vegetables, Tong Mu breathed out a sigh of satisfaction: "This stir-fried dish is really delicious, better than Fan Lou's dishes, both delicious in color and aroma!"
In fact, seeing his gluttonous look, Sun Tu already knew the result, so he just smiled modestly at this time: "It's just a small trick. I guess with this, I can attract some guests to Liufangju, right?"
"More than that, I believe this can surpass those famous dishes in Fanlou." Tong Mu said with praise.
These words made Sun Tu a little unconvinced. After all, Fan Lou's reputation was so great that their chef must be one of the best in the world. How could his home-cooked dishes be comparable to others
However, he obviously ignored the gap of thousands of years. At this time, cooking was just taking shape. Even top chefs were still unable to do many things that later generations were so familiar with, such as the control of heat and proportion, and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. A lot of combinations like that. In addition, the taste of the dishes when they are freshly cooked is much better than the long delay before being brought from the kitchen to the guests. Naturally, his two stir-fried dishes immediately surpassed Fanlou's famous dishes.
Tong Mu was a filial person. Now that he had tasted such a good dish, he naturally thought of his uncle, so he asked Sun Tu to fry two more portions and send them to him personally. At the same time, he did not forget to mention Sun Tu: "Sanlang Why don't you come with me?"
"Don't worry, I'm going to make a chicken dish, you can send it over first." Sun Tu said with a smile.
"Can this chicken be fried?" Tong Mu asked curiously.
"You'll know about this later." Sun Tu gave it up first, then took a whole chicken that had been washed and prepared nearby, and cut off the head and everything in a few strokes. No need, cut the chicken legs and other things into pieces, put them in a basin, pour some salt and wine into them and marinate them briefly. Speaking of which, the back kitchen of Tong Mansion is really a good place. Not only is the space spacious enough, but all the ingredients and seasonings available in this era can be found.
After finishing all this, he returned to his residence under the pretext of having to go beforehand, and went to warehouse No. 1 to get a pack of fried chicken seasonings. When he was looking at the storage here, he only paid attention to the liquor, but ignored these. The inconspicuous condiments were set aside. It wasn't until he found out the day before that he couldn't sell wine that he turned his attention back to these seasonings and came up with a real trump card.
In fact, cooking and other things can certainly make you famous, but the results are too slow. But if we could really serve fried chicken that was crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, and fragrant in this era, even if it was far inferior to the authentic taste of a certain K and a certain M, it would still be enough to attract countless diners into our restaurant.
Returning to the kitchen, Sun Tu locked the door of the cooks, cooks, and others, leaving only Ya'er to help. After coating the chicken pieces and drumsticks in a thin layer of flour batter, he sprinkled them with chicken nuggets. The fried chicken powder is then fried and rolled in the hot oil that has been boiled.
In just a moment, the aroma of chicken and spices spread throughout the kitchen, making Ya'er, who had been calm just now, start to salivate: "Third brother, this chicken is so fragrant."
Sun Tu smiled and put a freshly fried chicken leg in front of her: "Come and taste it and see if it tastes good."
Ya'er took it and took just one bite, her eyes gleaming. Even though she was so hot that she gasped for air, she still ate it with big mouthfuls, not caring about the image at all: "It's... so delicious. This is Best thing I’ve ever eaten.”
"Does it taste better than the candy I gave you just now?" Sun Tu asked casually, but the little girl got entangled. Only then did she realize that she actually liked these two things very much and couldn't tell which one was better. .
Sun Tu laughed out loud when he saw it, but his hands didn't stop. He quickly fried a large plate of chicken. Then he opened the door and walked to the front yard with the fried chicken.
Halfway through, he met Tong Mu who was already impatient. Seeing that he was holding such a golden portion of food with an alluring aroma in his hand, Tong Mu was even more curious: "Sanlang, what is this?" ?”
"This is called fried chicken. It's a dish I came up with before. You can try it."
"Let's give it to my uncle first. He praised your two dishes just now." Although Tong Mu was a little greedy, he still had to abide by the rules.
Immediately, the two came to the front hall and saw Tong Guan sitting at the dining table. After seeing the fried chicken in Sun Tu's hand, Tong Guan also became interested: "Sun Tu, where did you learn all these cooking techniques?"
"Back to Tong Shuai, my father heard about this after he went to sea, and I figured it out at home." Sun Tu said, and already offered the fried chicken: "Please give Tong Shuai a taste of this." The taste of chicken.”
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Tong Guan took a bite of fried chicken and said, "Chicken, you are so beautiful... but the collection and tickets are even more beautiful..."