Chapter 100 Tender Juice
What we had for lunch was pig meat. Although it was not complete, it could not stand up to the skill of the old man.
A new pot of braised white meat with sauerkraut and blood sausage, a platter of braised pork offal, pot-wrapped pork, pulled pork, stir-fried lettuce and egg drop soup. Except for the stir-fried lettuce, everything is served in large pots. Not only does it taste good, but the portion is generous.
Jiang Jianshe loves Guobao Pork, but he is not good enough to cook it the way he wants. He can eat the old man's cooking during the Chinese New Year, so he naturally wants to seize the opportunity and eat Guobao Pork as a dish.
The Guobao Pork made by the old man is golden in color and tastes sweet, with only a hint of slight sourness and is generally sweet. The meat is golden, and the thickening sauce is also yellowish and transparent. When poured on the already crispy meat, it looks like crystal clear amber from a distance. Moreover, this time the old man leisurely placed two sticks. Decorated with green onions, it looks absolutely superb.
Jiang Jianshe's eyes widened when he saw the fried pork belly, and his mouth was like a perpetual motion machine, chewing the fried pork belly all the time.
Without paying attention, half the plate went into his stomach.
"Dad, please leave some for us!" Jiang Junqing was angry.
The Jiang family's dinner table has always been about the jungle and the survival of the fittest, but that only applies to brothers. If the wife, children, and father have objections, no matter how good their hands and mouth are, they will have to accept defeat.
"Okay, okay, dad won't eat, dad will eat, eat!" Jiang Jianshe went to eat with regret.
Not many people came to the marinated water platter. The main reason was that the marinating time was not long enough. It was just brought to the table to make up for it. After waiting for two days to marinate, the marinade completely seeped in and the marinated water became the color of the brine. Very tasty. Even if you have porridge in the morning, you can drink it happily with braised water.
Jiang Feng ate absentmindedly, thinking about the heat of frying the sugar. When he came back to his senses, he took a closer look.
The pot of meat is empty.
Shredded meat, empty.
Stewed white meat with sauerkraut and blood sausage, but the blood sausage is gone.
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
Are you devils?
Jiang Feng hadn't even finished one bowl, but Jiang Jiankang had already started on his third bowl.
Z city is located in the south. Even if the Jiang family has a northern stomach, it is difficult to buy northern bowls. However, the Jiang family all likes to eat vegetables, and their pursuit of rice is just to fill their stomachs when there is not enough food, so there will not be a grand occasion of eating seven or eight times during the New Year.
As for whether the food is enough at ordinary times, it depends on the mood of the cook.
Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Jiankang. His father still had 4 pieces of blood sausage in his bowl.
Jiang Jiankang was happily eating sauerkraut when he suddenly noticed his son's gaze. He turned his head and saw that there was nothing in Jiang Feng's bowl except white rice, and he didn't hold the chopsticks in his hand to pick up the vegetables.
"Baby, why are you so dazed, eating vegetables!" Jiang Jiankang said, and then glanced around the dining table.
Well...
"Eat lettuce, eat lettuce, don't you love lettuce the most?" Jiang Jiankang said.
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
Jiang Feng continued to stare at the blood sausage in his father's bowl without saying anything, giving a strong hint.
Jiang Jiankang:?
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Looking at Jiang Jiankang's expression, Jiang Feng knew that he understood, and said, "Dad, I haven't tasted the blood sausage made by grandpa today."
"Didn't you eat yesterday?" Jiang Jiankang opened his mouth.
"...That's different. Yesterday was yesterday and today is today."
Jiang Jiankang was silent. He had no choice but to do it. After all, he was his own son. He was not good at grabbing food because he, as a father, had not taught him well.
With a sigh, Jiang Jiankang picked out a piece of blood sausage, pinched it off again, picked the smallest piece and gave it to Jiang Feng, and said sincerely: "Your grandpa made it today. It was delicious."
Jiang Feng:?
"Jiankang, give me a piece of blood sausage." Comrade Wang Xiulian spoke.
Jiang Jiankang gave Wang Xiulian the largest blood sausage in his bowl on the spot, and asked diligently: "Wife, do you want more?"
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
Hey, man!
"No, I just need to finish this bowl. Son, do you want it? Mom will give you half." Wang Xiulian asked.
"...yes, thank you mom!"
Oh, myself.
After eating, it was a happy fat time for everyone. The satisfaction brought by a full stomach made everyone not want to move. They either went to the room or collapsed in the yard.
"Xiao Feng, are you going to make the juice now?" Jiang Weiming asked after about thirty or forty minutes of rest.
"Okay." Jiang Feng stood up. He didn't know whether others were happy or not. His meal was not happy enough. In total, he didn't even eat a piece of blood sausage, and the pot-roasted meat tasted some of the juice from the chopsticks.
Oh, yes, Comrade Jiang Jiankang was not happy either. Half of the large piece of tender blood sausage given to his wife was taken away by his unlucky son.
The tender juice is when the rhubarb bubbles start to appear during the process of frying the sugar, and it is no longer boiled after pouring boiling water. For Jiang Feng, who always has trouble grasping the correct heat in the final stage of turning into sugar color, tender juice is easier than frying the sugar color.
But it's only relative.
The tender juice brewed for the first time was a little orange. Jiang Weiming did not comment, but said to Jiang Feng: "Try it."
Jiang Feng dipped his chopsticks into a small amount.
It seems...a little sweet.
Jiang Feng was also unsure and said hesitantly: "Is it a little sweet?"
"You still didn't grasp the timing." Jiang Weiming said, "The bubbles in the pot have not completely risen, so you poured the boiling water in haste. The more you fry the sugar, the darker the color will be, and the more you fry the sweeter, the lighter the sweetness. The seasoning is On the one hand, coloring is more important than seasoning. If you look at the tender juice you made, the color is obviously wrong and not deep enough.”
"Fried sugar not only tests your senses, but also your eyes and tongue. Come on, let me demonstrate to you. But the tender juice you make is indeed better than the color of the sugar." Jiang Weiming said, and began to demonstrate in person.
Jiang Feng's tender juice boils better than sugar-colored juice because he saw Jiang Jiankang survive. Authentic Kung Pao Chicken is colored and seasoned with tender juice. Although there are rock sugar soy sauce and rock sugar dark soy sauce in the world that seem to be able to replace the tender juice and sugar color, if you want to pursue the authentic taste, you have to do it yourself. boil.
Of course, the Kung Pao Chicken that Jiang Jiankang makes for his customers is stir-fried with ready-made condiments. The Nine-Turn Large Intestine at the Healthy Stir-Fry Restaurant is made of pig intestines cut into random pieces and rolled into a roll instead of a dozen pig intestines to make one plate. High-end version. Jiang Jiankang never wanted to spend more time unless it was for his own family.
Jiang Feng had seen the tender juice made by Jiang Jiankang. In Jiang Feng's opinion, it was already very good, but it was far from what Jiang Weiming made today.
Jiang Weiming's movements throughout the whole process were like flowing water. From the moment the sugar water was put into the pot, he had a clear idea in his mind: when to stir, when to pick the goods, when to heat the water and take it out of the pot, without any hesitation or order. Then break.
The tender juice is slightly lighter in color than orange-red, and is a bit viscous, like diluted syrup. Jiang Feng tasted it and found that it was still a little sweet, but not as exaggerated as the one he had brewed before.
No matter how uneducated Jiang Feng was, he could tell that this tender juice would be excellent for making nine-turn large intestine.
"Do you understand?" Jiang Weiming asked.
"Got it."
"Have you watched it?" Jiang Weiming asked again.
"Uh..." Jiang Feng didn't dare to say that he knew it. His mind was familiar with it, but sometimes his hands had their own ideas.
"Okay, you try again." Jiang Weiming didn't make it difficult for him and handed the pot back to Jiang Feng.
*Guobao Pork is so delicious, but it’s a pity that I don’t sell it hereˉ﹃ˉNortherners have a big appetite. I only found out about it when I checked Weibo some time ago. As the number one in my family, I can eat up to 16 dumplings in one meal○|￣|_< br>
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