In order to buy the ingredients needed for Qi Fangzi, Yan Chu not only visited several spice shops, but also went to a Chinese medicine store.
It is not uncommon for medicinal materials to be used in dishes, especially lo-mei. It is very common to put Chinese medicine in a bag to marinate it. Firstly, it will make the lo-mei have a nourishing effect, and secondly, it will make the lo-mei more fragrant and richer in taste. For example Medicinal materials such as lemongrass, agarwood, and angelica often appear in marinade bags.
It's just that Yan Chu chose more complicated ingredients this time. There are more than forty kinds of spices and medicinal materials. This is the simplest ratio among the stewed recipes he knows so far.
Originally, he thought that his 300 yuan was enough, but who knew that just buying all these spices would be far beyond his budget. Fortunately, his mother forced him to stuff 200 yuan before going out, otherwise Not enough to buy marinated ingredients.
There are many types of these medicinal materials and spices, but the actual amount of each serving is very small. It is a pity that you buy too few types of each serving. The staff of the spice shop and the medicinal shop are not willing to help you weigh it. Yan Chu looked at his hand There are large and small packets on the table, these ingredients are enough to make four or five meals of lo mei by yourself.
In particular, the older the marinade, the better. It absorbs the essence of the food after several stews before, and the food that is marinated becomes more fragrant. On the contrary, the more you marinate the same amount of ingredients, the more spices you need to add. .
"Why do you buy so many things?"
Jin Xiujuan looked at the big bags and small bags her son was carrying, feeling a little distressed about the money.
"Did you buy this pig's foot from the old Wang's pork shop? Our family buys meat from him, and the price can be discounted." She looked at some pig's feet and pig heads bought by her son and asked. .
Yan’s breakfast shop mainly sells steamed stuffed buns and steamed rice balls. The couple are very conscientious. They didn’t follow the example of some unscrupulous street vendors who went to the wholesale market to buy bad pork without quarantine inspection certificates. The price of fresh pork in the vegetable market is going up day by day, so the cost will go up.
The couple buys goods from the Wang family’s pork shop every day. Even long-term customers have a small discount. If you can save, you can save. Just before Yan Chu went out, Wang Xiujuan told him that if you want to buy pork, you can go to the Wang family’s shop to buy it. , Just put her name on it.
"I bought it from Uncle Wang. Dad likes to eat pig ears. It's just that you were not willing to buy it for my dad because the lo-mei shop sold it at a high price. This time, I specifically asked Uncle Wang to have some unsold pork from him." I gave my ears to me, as well as pork tongue and some pork cheeks, and I will let my father enjoy it today."
Yan Chu pointed to some ingredients he bought and said.
"Listen, Zhong Hua, you are the father of your son in his heart, and he has even thought out the evening snacks for you."
When Yan Chu came back, the couple were kneading dough and chopping dumplings, preparing the buns to be sold tomorrow morning. Listening to their son's filial and considerate words, their muscles and bones were stretched, and no matter how tired they were, they felt that nothing was wrong.
"Of course, this is my son."
Yan Zhonghua was a relatively silent man in the past, but now he couldn't help but put on a smile on his face, and the wrinkles at the end of his eyes were relaxed.
"There are so many things, how about mom helping you?"
Jin Xiujuan looked at the contents of the bags carried by her son. She had never seen many seasonings before, but when she was a child and lived in the country, there was a year when the butcher's family had stewed lo-mei by herself, so she still had some experience. Jin Xiujuan thought, it's better than her son's sudden whim.
There are so many things, I don't know how much it costs, if it is really wasted, she will feel very distressed.
"Mom, I can do it myself, don't worry, the prescription is written in detail, you and Dad just wait to taste my craftsmanship." Yan Chu promised, thinking that he would follow suit when he said so. The lo mei chef watched him make thousands of pots of lo mei. Even if he didn't reach his level for the first time, he was still much better than the lo mei sold in ordinary lo mei shops.
"Then you watch the ignition, if it doesn't work, tell mom."
Jin Xiujuan looked at her son's determined look, and felt embarrassed to persuade her son any more.
There are two kitchens in the house, one is in the house, and the other is a temporary shed in the yard. On weekdays, when the couple prepares the breakfast to be sold the next day, such as deep-fried fried dough sticks, they will choose Outside, those things have a lot of oily smoke, and if they are burned inside the house, the ceiling will be yellowed.
This is the old man's building, and Yan's family has no money to renovate, all the facilities are the oldest, and the smoke exhaust in the kitchen at home is the most old-fashioned smoke pipe, instead of a range hood, cooking some oily and fire-intensive dishes , the room was smoky.
However, this is also a spectacle in the former husband’s house. Usually, when the meal time comes, the smoke pipes of every household start to emit white smoke. Whoever cooks something can be smelled when standing outside the window. Whoever burnt fish or meat? It's just such an interesting thing to eat with your own bowl and a plate of pickles while enjoying the fragrance, which almost doesn't exist now.
In addition to some old neighbors who have not moved out, there are more tenants from other places here. They work hard for a living, have three meals a day, and fall asleep when they come back. Indifference is inevitable.
When the Yan family first started selling breakfast, they still sold porridge. Later, there were fewer people buying porridge, and the profit from selling porridge was gone. The stainless steel vat that was used to cook porridge was put away, and now it seems that it can be used to make marinade.
To make a good pot of lo-mei, the recipe is very important, and whether the broth is delicious is equally important.
If you follow the recipe strictly, it will take a day to cook the soup, and the raw materials for the soup are definitely not the chicken, pig, and beef bones that Yan Chu bought from the vegetable market. The situation was handled in a special way, God of Kitchen asked him to complete the production of lo mei within today, and received sincere praise from ten people, so he could only temporarily cut corners.
At noon, when it was time for dinner, Yan Chu began to add onion, ginger, garlic and various seasonings to the broth, and began to boil the brine.
"This soup is really fresh."
Before boiling the brine in the broth, Yan Chu specially left a small pot out to continue cooking. When he was cooking the brine himself, Yan Chu felt that this recipe was very unique in cooking the broth, and hardly needed to add too much seasoning , The thick white broth is so fresh that people can't speak.
Jin Xiujuan felt that her son was really good. At her age, she had never tasted such a unique soup without any meaty taste. Including the soup that the children of relatives and friends used to drink in big hotels when they got married, it was not as good as the bowl she is holding now.
"Gulu-gulu-"
Yan Zhonghua didn't speak, but quickened his swallowing movements. After finishing the soup in the bowl, Yan Chu filled another bowl for him.
"I think it's also quite amazing. I have cooked soup before, but it has never tasted as good as today. I followed every step of the recipe. Parents, do you think that recipe is right? What kind of secret recipe, I got it by accident."
The white soup is rich, salty and fresh, without any smell or greasy. No matter how much you drink, you won't feel too much. Yan Chu finally understands why he has the confidence to call himself a chef's space. Just this kind of jerry-built version can make such a I dare not imagine other more complicated recipes, how delicious and magical the food will be made according to the requirements and proportions of those recipes.
Yan Chu thought, maybe it's really like what 007 said, this time he really made money, learn a few more skills like this, no matter which world he goes to, he won't starve to death anyway.
"Where did you get this prescription?"
Jin Xiujuan hurriedly asked her son. At first, she only thought that her son would be excited to make lo-mei after seeing a recipe in any book, but now hearing from her son's tone, that's not the case.
"Look, parents."
Yan Chu went back to the room and took out an ancient book that he had used in a simple way to make old books. The pages were yellowed and a little brittle, and there were a bunch of ancient characters densely written with a brush on them, which could be seen vaguely. , the above records are some ingredient recipes.
"I bought this at an old bookstall before. I saw that there were some recipes written on it. Don't they sell breakfast at home? Maybe I can find some delicious and easy-to-cook ones and come out sooner. I bought it for ten yuan. However, the words above are all ancient characters, and I read a lot of books to understand the present lo-mei recipe. I don’t want to try the recipe in this book to see if it works, so I went to buy the ingredients and make it myself.”
Originally, he only knew some ordinary home-cooked dishes, but suddenly his culinary skills soared, which is definitely a problem, so Yan Chu found a reasonable excuse for his future changes.
Those who know a little bit about antiques can see through the old ancient books in the original, but the Yan family and his wife don’t understand them, especially the densely packed ancient characters on them, they can only understand part of them even by guessing. .
In this way, if Yan Chu learned any new culinary skills and showed them to his parents at that time, they would only think that Yan Chu learned it from this ancient book, and would not doubt anything else.
"Zhong Hua, do you think our son found some treasure?"
The couple's vision was small, and they didn't think about making money. They just thought that their son was so good that they could buy good things by just buying a broken book.
"Hide this book well, don't lose it."
Jin Xiujuan didn't dare to touch the tattered book, for fear of damaging the book. Besides, she couldn't understand it, and it was useless. She just told her son that the book looked pretty good. No, if it is well preserved, it may become a family heirloom of their Yan family.
After taking a sip of the soup in the bowl, Jin Xiujuan suddenly looked forward to the pot of lo mei that was cooking in the kitchen.
*****
"What smell is so fragrant?"
It's okay at seven or eight o'clock. If there is no scent, it's almost nine o'clock. How long did it take, smelling this fragrance, my stomach actually started to growl and rebel.
Now I still live in my husband’s house, most of them are older people. They’ve gone to bed at this point, but they’re hooked up from the bed by the scent. Opening the window makes it smell clearer. Which family is so damaged? It’s late at night. Hook's mouth is watering.
The few young people in the community, especially the young girls, who would not have eaten after eight o'clock in the evening, were attracted by the smell and stretched out their sinful hands, unpacking instant noodles and cooking them.
In the past, the instant noodles, which I thought were the most fragrant, had almost no effect in the face of this magical fragrance. I swallowed the noodles, and for the first time felt that instant noodles were so unpalatable.
What are you doing? Why is it so fragrant
This is probably going to be a question that most residents in the community think about tonight.
"Chu'er, do you have a good taste of this lo mei?"
The next morning I had to get up early to set up a stall. Yan Zhonghua and Jin Xiujuan were supposed to go to bed at eight or nine o'clock, but it was the sinful pot of lo mei at home that made the couple go to bed and get off the bed. The gluttons in the room went back to the room, the scent continued to drill into their noses through the crack of the door, and it made people unable to fall asleep after tossing and turning.
After a few times, the couple simply gave up. If they can't eat a bite of lo mei, they won't be able to sleep tonight.
"It needs to be marinated for a while, but if you want to eat, parents, I will take some of it out for you first."
Yan Chu poked some of the stewed ingredients with his chopsticks. This pot of marinade recipe is the best for marinating pig's trotters. Yan Chu didn't care so much, and also marinated the pig's head meat and dried beans. .
Some of the ingredients need a short time, such as pig's trotters and pig's head meat. Of course, it takes a long time to marinate to be fragrant and delicious.
But for the family to eat, let's have a mouthful for the time being, and don't need to think so much.
Yan Chu picked up some dried tofu, some pork cheeks, and a trotter.
Before stewing in the pot, Yan Chu first crushed the pig's trotters with a pressure cooker, so that it would soften faster and cook better.
The pig's trotters that have been marinated into red sauce actually have a faint luster of agate, steaming, and when they are served on the plate, the layer of fat is still swaying, the appearance of crystal moist and slightly elastic, which makes people's saliva accelerate .
Yan Chu just used the chopsticks to pinch the pig's trotter lightly, and the pig's trotter was clipped into two pieces along the joint, exactly half of the parents.
"Mom, how does it taste?"
Yan Chu picked up the quick pig's meat by himself, and before he put it in his mouth, he asked his parents who had already started gnawing on the pig's trotters about the taste of the braised pig's trotters.
"Woo-"
I can't speak at all, it's so delicious.
The fat of the trotters has long been boiled, and the slightly viscous sauce on the outer layer is a bit sticky. You can bite it down, almost without teeth, and you can sip the pork trotters with your lips and tongue. The rich aroma, each The flavor of the spices reached a perfect balance on the pig's trotters. After eating several mouthfuls in a row, it didn't feel greasy after eating too much ordinary pig's trotters.
Just thinking about taking one bite, and another.
The first pot of stewed meat, Yan Chu made slightly spicy and slightly numb, because he planned to use this pot as an old stew. If it was too spicy from the beginning, people who don’t like spicy food may not be able to accept this. smell.
Regarding the son's question, the couple can only express their liking with body language, without opening their mouths at all.
"This pig's trotter will taste better and more delicious if it is marinated overnight."
Yan Chu ate a mouthful of pork cheek meat. Standing on Yan Chu's body, he could already give a high score of nine to ten, but standing in the position of that master stew, he might only get a passing score of six.
He can be regarded as a man who has gone through many worlds and tasted different delicacies. He can give such a high evaluation. One can imagine how much attention he will attract in this world once he reaches the peak of this lo mei.
Yan Chu is getting more and more satisfied with Kitchen God Space.
The family tried every kind of ingredients, all of which have their own characteristics, the pig's trotters are soft, the pork cheeks are chewy, the pigs are crispy, and the dried beans are fragrant. Great cut.
Yan Zhonghua and his wife ate until their stomachs swelled up, and they relieved the gluttons in their stomachs a little. Looking at the large pot of unfinished ingredients, they listened to their son saying that it would be more delicious if they simmered for another night. Don't look forward to tomorrow's arrival.
"Mom and Dad, go to bed first. I'll give some to Uncle Bai and Grandpa Jiang. The pipe in our house is beating all the time tonight. I'm afraid the neighbors are drooling now."
Yan Chu's boastful words made Yan Zhonghua and his wife laugh, but they also felt that what their son said was right, this thing was really fragrant, so fragrant that they couldn't sleep just now, and they didn't know if the neighbors nearby were the same as them just now.
They don't care about other people, but the old residents in this building are friendly, and they should send some ready-made lo mei out of reason.
Originally, Jin Xiujuan was thinking of asking her son to deliver the lo-mei the next day. After all, it was already past nine o'clock or almost ten o'clock, but thinking about it, the lo-mei would have to be cooked for another night. It is a sin to be kept awake by gluttons.
She generously endorsed her son's request and took out all the washed dishes.
"Your dad and I will send it to you, Grandpa Jiang and the others, and you will send it to your Uncle Bai."
They are all neighbors, so there are relatives and distances. In Jin Xiujuan's eyes, the Bai family is the future in-laws, and Bai Ling is the future daughter-in-law she treats as her own daughter, so naturally give them more good things.
"Eh."
Yan Chu bought quite a lot of ingredients today, he filled a pot full of lo mei for the Bai family, and walked upstairs.
*****
"Recognize the Lord with a drop of blood."
Zhang Zifan shrank himself in the room, drew the curtains, and told the nanny not to let anyone disturb him, then took out the jade pendants he bought today.
He was much more forgiving than Yan Chu, and directly cut a wound on his index finger with a knife, and immediately the blood flowed profusely. He took the bloody finger and wiped it on the jade pendants one by one.
The first five did not respond, because he was afraid that the amount used would not be enough, and almost every jade pendant was wiped with blood. When he was about to wipe the sixth jade pendant, the blood on the index finger was not enough, so he cut open the middle finger cruelly.
At that time, none of the singer's fingers were intact, and the last piece of jade pendant finally gave him a little reaction. The blood smeared on it was slowly absorbed, and then he saw a beam of light rushing into his eyes.
Regardless of the pain in his fingers, Zhang Zifan jumped up in ecstasy, screaming and making noise.
The nanny at home was listening to the young master's movements downstairs, thinking about the young master who always behaved strangely these days, wondering whether he should tell the old man and his wife about the young master's situation, otherwise, if something happened, she couldn't afford it this responsibility.
Zhang Zifan didn't know what the nanny was thinking, and he couldn't wait to start experimenting as soon as he got the baby.
You must know that the protagonist's abilities in the story "Urban Treasure Hunting King" are very powerful. As long as you look at a certain item carefully, all its joys will emerge in your mind. Stone gambling that can't be penetrated, this ability can do it. There is a scene where the male protagonist shines at the Tengchong Stone Gambling Conference and earns a lot of money. Yu, purple eyes, only what the hero doesn't want, there is nothing he can't find.
Zhang Zifan excitedly turned his gaze to the desk lamp at home, his eyes were sore after so long, a line of words finally appeared in his mind, desk lamp, six months.
The simple two words, unlike the description in the novel, describe an item in detail to the materials and craftsmanship, only the name and the year of manufacture.
Zhang Zifan didn't think too much about it, he was ecstatic that he had such a heaven-defying ability, he tirelessly tested every item in the room, until his eyes were tired and his head started to hurt, and he fell asleep drowsily.
*****
"Xiao Chu, it turns out that your family is making delicious food. I said why the smell is so close to my place. Your aunt and I were lying on the bed just now. We didn't sleep for more than an hour, thinking about it. What is it that smells so good?"
Bai Jiandong, that is, Bai Ling's father, liked Yan Chu very much. Before the unexpected encounter, Yuan was indeed a good boy that most people could not find fault with.
His grades are in the middle, enough to be admitted to an undergraduate university, he is filial, honest, and most importantly, he has thick eyebrows and big eyes. At first glance, he can make people think that this guy is upright, let alone Bai Jiandong who grew up with him and regarded him as his son-in-law. How do you think Yan Chu is doing well
"Yan Chu."
Bai Ling was already lying on the bed just now, when she heard Yan Chu's voice, she jumped up and combed her hair, making sure that there were no signs of sleep on her face before she came out.
It looks similar to the original body's memory, but younger and more childish than the haggard girl who last appeared in the original body's memory.
With a slightly round face and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, she looks like an ordinary high school student, but her snow-white skin is exceptional, making her look transparent and fresh, the kind that makes people easily feel close to her. looks.
"Xiao Ling, come here quickly, Xiao Chu is here to send you special lo mei."
Bai Jiandong took a sip of the braised wine and started talking nonsense. Bai Ling gave his father an embarrassed look, and then walked towards the dining table.
"What did you send it to me? It's obviously for our whole family."
In fact, she was quite used to the elders on both sides making jokes about their affairs, but the older she got, the more she knew about it, and the more shy she became, especially when the classmates around her also made fun of her and Yan Chu.
Bai Ling quietly stared at Yan Chu from the corner of her eye. She had clearly met yesterday, but for some reason, the look in Yan Chu's eyes today made people even more flustered.