In the kitchen of Su Ji, Feng Yifan, who had already prepared most of the ingredients, once again opened the large iron barrel for braised front elbow. The aroma emanating from the barrel was now even stronger, the aroma of fat and collagen was simply mouth-watering.
Use a large iron spoon to gently stir the meat in the pot, observe the texture and color of the meat, and when you are sure there is no problem, put the lid on.
Next comes the final period of cooking, which still needs to be cooked slowly over low heat to allow the flavor to be thoroughly cooked into the meat.
Feng Yifan walked to the cooking table, reached out to touch the temperature of the baking tray containing the egg tarts, and after making sure that the temperature had dropped, he carried the baking tray out of the kitchen.
The door of the restaurant was already open, Su Ruoxi had already tidied up the restaurant and was sitting at the cash register sorting out the accounts.
Hearing the voice, Su Ruoxi looked up and saw her husband coming out with a baking tray. She stood up with a little excitement.
Seeing his wife stand up, Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Okay, come and try your own cooking. If you are satisfied, we will pack it up. When the meat is out of the pot, I will press the meat and send it to our daughter."
Su Ruoxi walked out of the cash register and came to a table next to her father's wheelchair, staring at her husband as he put down the baking tray.
The egg tarts are neatly arranged on the baking tray, with a golden base, white and tender double-skin milk inside, and a small red flower dotted in between.
Seeing his wife staring at it but not reaching out to eat it, Feng Yifan smiled, picked one up, took his wife's hand, and put it into her palm.
"Come on, give it a try."
Su Ruoxi felt a little excited and nervous. This was her first time cooking by herself. Although the process was not very complicated and there were not many mistakes, she was still a little worried.
Under her husband's encouraging gaze, Su Ruoxi took a deep breath, reached out, gently picked one up, and slowly put it to her mouth.
She opened her mouth and took a small bite of the double skin milk inside. Su Ruoxi's slightly frowned brows gradually relaxed.
The crispy and sweet cookie tart crust, paired with the milky aroma of the double skin milk inside, the sweetness of the fruit, and the aroma after baking, is really delicious.
Su Ruoxi looked at her husband in surprise. She could hardly believe that this was a dessert she had made herself.
Seeing his wife's surprised expression, Feng Yifan smiled and took one over: "Isn't it delicious? How is it? Is your husband's recipe and guidance okay?"
Su Ruoxi nodded first, and then said: "I did a good job. I succeeded in one try, which shows that I can also make snacks."
As the wife spoke, she raised her chin with a little bit of pride.
Feng Yifan looked at this moment, his wife had light in her eyes and exuded confidence, and he felt that his wife was truly beautiful at this moment.
Then, Feng Yifan held a small spoon, brought the egg tart to his father-in-law, squatted down and scooped out some of the double-skin milk filling with the small spoon, smiled and said to his father-in-law: "Try it?"
Su Jinrong was stunned for a moment, then he tried hard to open his mouth and let Feng Yifan put the small spoon into his mouth.
Because Feng Yifan did not scoop out the diced fruit pulp, but only scooped a small spoonful of double skin milk, so he just took a light sip with his tongue, and the milky aroma spread in his mouth, and then flowed into his esophagus like water.
When Su Ruoxi saw her husband feeding his father, she felt a little nervous and even held the egg tart in her hand to her mouth and nibbled the skin carefully.
Soon after taking this small bite, a smile slowly spread across Su Jinrong's face. He looked at his anxious daughter and tried to say, "Very good, eat."
Su Ruoxi was so moved by the simple three-word evaluation from her father that she couldn't stop her tears from flowing out instantly, streaming down her cheeks.
When Feng Yifan saw his wife shedding tears, he probably understood her complicated feelings at that moment.
Perhaps for Su Ruoxi, this was the first time that she received a word of praise from her father in the field that her family has excelled in for generations.
Feng Yifan slowly stood up, put down the egg tart and spoon in his hand, walked to his wife, reached out his hand and gently wiped the tears from her face, and said softly: "Why are you crying? Dad said it was delicious, which means you did a great job."
Su Ruoxi came to her senses when her husband wiped away her tears. She quickly turned around and avoided her husband's hand that was still reaching out to her.
Su Ruoxi turned her back to her husband and quickly wiped away her tears. She turned around again and her emotions had calmed down. She walked around her husband and came to her father. She bit her lip and hesitated for a while, but still asked, "Dad, can I continue to make snacks in the future?"
Su Jinrong looked up at his daughter and saw the determination in her eyes. A similar scene vaguely appeared before his eyes.
Many years ago, my sister, who felt that she had succeeded in stealing the master's skills, challenged the rules passed down by her father and Su Ji with a very confident attitude. At that time, my sister's eyes were also filled with determination and a momentum to break the tradition.
When Su Jinrong thinks back on it now, he can't help but wonder in his heart: If his father and sister had been more tolerant of each other, would the ending have been different
Thinking of this, Su Jinrong looked past his daughter and at his son-in-law standing behind her.
Su Jinrong realized that it was his son-in-law's return this time, with his different attitude towards life, that subtly changed the family, and even affected some of his own ideas about doing things, and many changes took place.
Su Jinrong retracted his gaze, looked at his daughter who was standing in front of him with a determined look, and nodded: "Okay, good, do it."
Su Ruoxi was very satisfied to get her father's consent. A smile appeared on her face. "Well, I will definitely do it well. Thank you, Dad."
Then Su Ruoxi patted her husband and said, "Next time, you have to teach me some other snacks. They must be beautiful and delicious, but not too difficult."
Feng Yifan looked at his wife's excited expression, smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll teach you tomorrow."
Then Feng Yifan remembered the meat on the stove in the back kitchen, glanced at the clock on the wall of the restaurant, and said to his wife, "You come and pack it for our daughter. Don't eat too much secretly. I'll go to the back to get the meat out."
Su Ruoxi took the small square box from her husband's hand and said, "How could I eat it secretly? Go and do your own thing. I'll pack it for you. You can give it to our daughter later."
Hearing that his wife still wanted him to deliver it, Feng Yifan asked curiously: "Didn't you taste it and it tasted good? Why don't you deliver it to your daughter?"
Su Ruoxi said seriously: "We have already agreed that you should send it there. You are not allowed to tell my daughter that I did it. I want to hear the real feedback from my daughter and other children. This way it will be more fair."
Seeing his wife's insistence, Feng Yifan had no choice but to nod and agree: "Okay, wait for me to put the braised meat on."
Su Ruoxi also glanced at the clock on the wall, confirmed the time and said, "Well, no problem, we'll make it in time."
Feng Yifan walked towards the kitchen, which was already filled with the rich aroma of meat, even though the pot was covered.
And when the lid of the pot is opened, the aroma of cooked oil and spices instantly gushes out of the iron bucket along with steam, as if a rich aroma bomb exploded in front of you.
Feng Yifan quickly turned off the fire, took the iron barrel down, and then used tools to scoop out the meat from the barrel.
Take a large and deep iron plate, put the cooked meat pieces into the iron plate, and make sure to flatten them out carefully.
Some places that are not very flat need to be cut with a knife to fill in the thick and thin areas.
After flattening it, pour the stewed meat broth into it, and finally press it with another iron plate.
The whole thing is carried steadily to the iron rack in the corner of the back kitchen, and heavy objects are placed on the iron plate on top to ensure that the meat underneath is pressed tightly enough.
In this way, a large plate of crystal braised pork is basically completed. What remains is to let the braised pork cool down naturally for a certain period of time. When the broth solidifies into jelly, the crystal braised pork is considered successful.
Feng Yifan cleaned up the kitchen again, filtered out the remaining broth at the bottom of the barrel, reheated it, and poured it into the ceramic jar containing the old broth.
After finishing the cleaning, Feng Yifan changed his clothes and walked out of the kitchen to deliver double-skin milk tarts to his daughter.