Because it was just a trial, I gently and carefully cleaned up the small amount of brine, cleaned the kitchen, and everything returned to its original position without leaving any traces.
But my heart was extremely excited, and it was another sleepless night...
For some reason, Xianyang has been extremely cold these days, and the pedestrians on the road are all trembling.
It was dinner time, and every house was full of green smoke.
"Mother, dad is making braised pork, isn't it? It smells so good!" Rourou twirled her little nose, turned to Mrs. Zhou, and asked excitedly.
"You girl, are you gluttonous? Why didn't I smell braised pork, I just thought it was delicious!" Zhou smiled and twisted her gentle nose.
Gentle hee hee smiled, then froze.
yes! How can I be so sure it's braised pork? !
The chill of the northwest wind blows more and more meaty, and when I gently touch my stomach, I feel that my stomach is getting more and more empty!
"It smells so good!" Ruan Rou simply followed the smell of meat and went to the kitchen.
Zhou followed closely behind.
The Wen family's kitchen is just a small kitchen of an ordinary family, although it is not big in size, it has everything you need.
No wonder, after all, Wen Shouzheng is the chef of Xianyang's No. 1 restaurant "Zuixianlou"!
In the kitchen, Wen Shouzheng and his apprentice Fang Dashi were busy at the stove!
This sixteen-year-old boy is simple, down-to-earth, and hard-working, and Ruan Ruan has always had a good impression of him.
Especially on that day, facing the catastrophe of the Wen family, Fang Dashi stood up alone. Although he was afraid in his heart, he refused to back down, until he was beaten to death by the imperial army...
Brother Stone!
Thinking of this, the gentle eye sockets became moist again.
At this moment, in the dark iron pot, where the shovel rolled, there was a red light, the heat was rising, and there was an extremely tempting smell of meat.
"Out of the pot!"
"Come on."
Fang Dashi handed over a warm white porcelain plate.
Wen Shouzheng took the plate with his left hand, and gently waved the shovel with his right hand, filling it, shaking it, and giving it away.
In an instant, on the lustrous and white porcelain plate, a brush stroke of thick ink spread out a splendor: brown, crimson, red, white, and the heat of a strong fragrance, presented in Wen Shouzheng's broad and thick hands.
"It's really braised pork!" Ruan Wen was startled, could it be possible that after rebirth, even the nose grew as a bonus
Zhou's eyes widened too, the little girl's nose is really sharp!
"Master, you have made five or six dishes of this braised pork, why are you still not satisfied?" Fang Dashi asked.
"You don't know, a guest said yesterday that my braised pork is greasy, so I have a half-day rest today, so I can improve it." Wen Shouzheng said with a smile.
What a chef looks forward to the most is the reviews of diners, but what he is most afraid of is also the reviews of diners...
No, for the mere word "greasy", there are already five or six plates of cooked braised pork on the square wooden table.
There are tangerine peels, almonds, side dishes, and dipping sauces... all kinds.
It can be seen that Wen Shouzheng really took great pains for this braised pork!
"Oh? Both of you mothers are here? Come and taste it! I just improved the braised pork, eat it while it's hot!"
Wen Shou was in a good mood when he caught a glimpse of his wife and daughter beside him!
The happiest thing for a chef is to cook delicious food for others, let alone his own family!
"Rou'er has a good nose, just now there was arguing in the yard that it's braised pork!" Zhou smiled and handed out chopsticks from the side!
"Taste Dad's handicraft!" Sit down gently and mischievously, took the chopsticks handed over by Mrs. Zhou, then picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, chewing carefully.
"Shitou, don't stand there, let's eat together, give me some advice!" Wen Shouzheng smiled when he saw Ruanrou eating, and greeted Fang Dashi, and he squeezed a large piece and put it in his mouth.
"It's delicious! It's soft and smooth, and it melts in your mouth!" Fang Dashi sipped it, full of praise.
"That's right! If my craftsmanship is called the second, no one in Xianyang City would dare to call it the first!" Wen Shouzheng's cheeks were bulging, his tongue was still rolling, and he didn't know how to squeeze out this sentence.
"Eat slowly, don't talk, you're going to choke!" Zhou blamed.
"Sister Rou'er, why are you so quiet today?" Fang Dashi glanced at the silent gentleness beside him while eating.
What's wrong with this girl
Just now when Chef Wen was making meat, he mentioned with high spirits that Ruan Rou loves his braised pork the most.
"Rou'er, are you feeling unwell?" Wen Shouzheng also felt strange, her daughter is not like this on weekdays! Every time there is something delicious, she will ensure that her mouth can't stop eating, why today, she only moved a chopstick...
"Oh, dad, I'm thinking about something!" Wen Rou answered absent-mindedly.
"You're young, don't worry about it when you're free. Eat quickly, and you'll be healthy if you eat more!" Wen Shouzheng picked up a piece of fat and lean braised pork, and put it into a small gentle bowl.
"Uh... don't you think this meat is a bit greasy?" Wen Rou said so abruptly.
In her previous life, she was Wen Shouzheng's daughter and also Wen Shouzheng's good helper, and she has won the essence of Wen Shouzheng's cooking skills. Ruan only knows that her father's craftsmanship is amazing, no matter what he cooks, it can whet the appetite, especially for braised pork, and he has to eat enough every time.
How can one's taste become so sensitive and picky nowadays
"Is it greasy? I don't think so." Fang Dashi stopped his chopsticks.
"Greasy?!" Wen Shouzheng stopped chewing.
"Hearing Rou'er say this, it seems a little bit, anyway, I can't finish this plate." Zhou put down his chopsticks, and said softly.
It's "greasy" again!
Wen Shouzheng pursed his mouth, lowered his eyelids, a little frustrated. After working all afternoon, I tried five or six ways, but this little girl gave me a stab at the blood!
"Okay, when we eat later, I'll make hot and sour soup to relieve everyone's boredom." Wen Shouzheng smiled helplessly.
"Master, don't bother, why don't I go and cut a plate of fruit." Fang Dashi put down his chopsticks, and was about to get up and start.
"Hi! How can it be so troublesome!" Genuine opened the rice cooker on one side, white air rose immediately, and the faint scent of rice wafted out sweetly.
"According to me, the best way to relieve greasy braised pork is rice!" With a gentle smile, he quickly served a bowl of fragrant white rice to everyone present.
Full and slender rice grains, crystal clear, blooming in the bowl.
"It's really satisfying!" Rourou picked up a few pieces of fat braised pork, sat down with his rice bowl and began to feast on it.
The small sample that was still worrying just now disappeared in an instant, and the chopsticks, small mouth, rice, and braised pork alternated.
Just listening to the sound of chewing and swallowing food, you know that this is really the right appetite!
Isn't it just a bowl of ordinary rice! Is it really as godly as Gentle said
Wen Shouzheng was dubious, and pushed a portion of the rice with his chopsticks, and then took another mouthful of braised pork.
God! Braised Pork with Rice! The combination is simply incomparable!
The sweet, fragrant and soft glutinous rice dilutes the excess fat in the meat and neutralizes the varied texture of the meat. The fat meat melts in your mouth, and the fiber of lean meat is chewy, all wrapped in this ordinary white rice. The rice grains, which were originally ordinary and plain, became lively at this moment, smeared with the aroma of meat, and each grain bounced on the tip of the tongue and between the teeth.
It turned out that I thought too much, the more ordinary, the more suitable.
Wen Shouzheng was ecstatic, and then swallowed a big mouthful of rice in his mouth.
"Let that picky eater appear again!" Wen Shouzheng was secretly proud.
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