Chapter 123: Sugar in the Oil (Additional update for the dead leader of the house)
After eating, Ji Yue continued to work on the manuscript. Jiang Feng went upstairs to take a nap. When Jiang Feng woke up and went downstairs, Ji Yue was still working on the manuscript.
You can't afford to offend art students.
Going to the kitchen, Jiang Feng found the yam that Comrade Wang Xiulian bought this morning. He washed, peeled and cut into pieces, cutting out ten plates at a time. Then he went to the grocery store and dug out some loose sugar. The preparations were done.
Simmering sugar in oil is a unique skill of Shandong cuisine chefs. The main ingredients are fried in a pot of oil and the sugar is boiled below. The main ingredients are fried and drawn at the same time. This requires very high cooking skills from the chef.
In the past, Jiang Huiqin used two pots to cook caramelized yam at the same time. This method was similar to the oil-based sugar sinking method. After Jiang Feng learned the oil-based sugar sinking method, he once doubted that Jiang Huiqin did not know how to make oil-based sugar sinking. And use two pots to fire at the same time.
As the handle of caraway vegetables, there are various legends claiming that it can be put on the head. The most reliable one is the one in "A Brief Introduction to Vegetarian Food": Peel it, cut it into pieces with a knife, and burn it with oil. Add the mixed water and rock sugar and cook until you have long filaments. But when fried with sugar, there will be no silk. The chefs in the capital were delighted.
Eat it while it's hot. You can pull out more than one foot of sugar thread, which is more than three meters in length. Jiang Feng can't imagine what kind of drawn yam can pull out more than three meters of silk. The one he made can pull out more than twenty centimeters. It's the limit.
Moreover, the method of sinking sugar in the oil bottom is used to cause frequent rollovers.
With his current level of heat, it would be too difficult to really make a good oil base. Both Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming are both familiar with it. The difference is that Jiang Weiguo gradually figured out the wild way based on his childhood memories. Jiang Weiming was taught by Jiang Chengde step by step, the orthodox Jiang family cooking techniques.
Jiang Feng's oil-based sugar sinking was taught by Jiang Weiming. It can be regarded as the most advanced technique Jiang Feng has learned so far. However, his mastery is very poor and he often overturns. It would be good to have two out of ten reels of drawn yam. .
Jiang Feng went over all Jiang Weiming's previous teachings in his mind, turned on the fire, poured oil, added sugar, and fried ingredients.
After a random operation, 4 disks came out with silk.
One of the dishes was superb, the sugar was evenly coated and the sugar shreds were fine. Jiang Feng followed the old man's instructions and took photos and videos for each dish. For the most successful dish, he even took a short video that lasted two minutes. He also specially picked up a piece with chopsticks to show how to draw the silk.
Jiang Feng put the remaining nine plates of prepared caramelized yam into the takeout box, and took the most successful plate out for Ji Yue to taste.
Ji Yue was still working on the manuscript in her original position. Jiang Feng suspected that she hadn't moved in the past few hours. He lined up her shoulders and said, "Come and try the caraway yam, remember to dip it in water."
"Ah? Oh." Ji Yue looked as if she had just woken up from a dream in another life. She picked up a piece of carrot yam with her chopsticks and put it into her mouth. She jumped up the next second.
"Fuck, you burned me to death." Ji Yue spat out the carrot yam in her mouth on the spot.
Jiang Feng said helplessly: "Can it be scalded whether it's fresh out of the pan or deep-fried? I just told you to dip it in water. By the way, how many drafts do you owe for the Chinese New Year?"
"Not many, just a dozen or so." Ji Yue woke up after being burned like this, and went to get a rag to deal with the pulled yam she had just spit out, "It's okay, I will definitely finish it before the deadline."
"When will the manuscript be due?" Jiang Feng asked.
"The day after tomorrow."
Jiang Feng:...
There is no hope, just wait for death.
Late stage pigeon cancer.
After disposing of the garbage he created, Ji Yue sat down again and picked up a chopstick of yam. The still hot yam immediately pulled out long sugar strands. Ji Yue couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, you can actually pull it out." Silk!”
"This is... pulled yam..." Jiang Feng said.
"I know." Ji Yue said, stuffing the yam into her mouth, chewing it carefully a few times, and boasted, "Okay, it's much better than the carrot sweet potatoes I ate at my restaurant over the winter vacation. ”
This was the compliment that Jiang Feng was waiting for. He also felt that he did a good job with the carabid yam dish: "You didn't even carve the yam before you ate it?"
"Where can the shredded sweet potatoes come from for 28 yuan a portion?" Ji Yue said, "The pizza at 88 won't even let you shred the potatoes, and you have to double the cheese to get the shredded ones."
Jiang Feng went back to the kitchen and brought out a plate of failed shredded sweet potatoes that were not cooked properly and the threads were not pulled out, and asked: "Is it the same as mine?"
Ji Yue tasted her chopsticks and said, "It tastes much worse than your plate, but the restaurant I went to sells mutton. Maybe their master is not good at making shredded sweet potatoes. The plate I ate was different. Speaking of silk, the sweet potatoes are all stuck together. The thick sugar layer is like a candied haws, which is slightly better if you hold it in your mouth without chewing it. It is really sweet when you bite it. However, the sweet potato is very beautiful and orange-red. It is quite sweet to eat the sweet potato without the outer layer of sugar. ”
Jiang Feng:...
"That chef is definitely not good at making shredded sweet potatoes."
There wasn't much in the plate of shredded yam. Jiang Feng and Ji Yue took one bite and the plate was empty. Ji Yue hadn't eaten sweets for a while. After eating most of the plate, she felt that it was not enough, so she moved the plate of failed products that Jiang Feng brought out later. Come and eat in front of me.
There are still 8 plates in the take-out box. The method of sinking sugar in oil is a waste of sugar and oil. Comrade Wang Xiulian will definitely feel bad if she throws it away. Jiang Feng erased the words on the sign at the door and changed it to: Carved yam (special price) 19 yuan! ! !
Looking at his phone, he saw that it was already four o'clock and business would start soon. Jiang Jiankang was still nowhere to be seen, so Jiang Feng called him, but was cut off after the first beep.
"Your mother and I are watching a movie. We will go back later. You can stay in the kitchen for a while."
Jiang Jiankang sent a WeChat message to Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng:...
His instinct told him that this might be the entire dinner time.
At half past four, Wu Minqi came on time. There were a few scattered customers in the store. Wu Minqi greeted Ji Yue, went into the kitchen, put on her hair, put on her hat and apron, and asked, "Is there anything I can cook?"
Jiang Feng glanced at the order: "Two fish-flavored shredded pork rice bowls for takeout, one fried pork with chili pepper, and one mapo tofu. My parents will come back very late tonight, and my grandpa won't be here, so the kitchen will Both of us.”
Wu Minqi nodded, didn't say much, and went straight to work.
The special price of shredded yam has been sold out early. Ji Yue also helped Jiang Feng investigate the diners' reviews. The response was pretty good. Although it was not all positive reviews, there were no obvious negative reviews.
As Jiang Feng expected, Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian didn't come back until after nine o'clock in the evening. Jiang Jiankang sat down tiredly in the store with several large bags of Wang Xiulian's shopping results.
There are no customers in the store anymore. Ji Yue went to deliver the last few takeaway orders, Jiang Feng was cleaning the table, and Wu Minqi had already gone back.
"Smash, how was today's game?" Wang Xiulian was in good spirits.
"Advanced by unanimous vote, the specific time of the next competition has not been notified yet." Jiang Feng said.
"Well done, you are worthy of being my son. Come on, this is the facial cleanser that mom bought specially for you!" Wang Xiulian took out a small facial cleanser worth tens of yuan from her bag and said to Jiang Jiankang, " Take away your new chopping board quickly. I bought it for you and you still look downcast.”
"What I want is not a chopping board. That set of knives is really good. It's the last set. Someone else might buy it some time ago." Jiang Jiankang said.
"A set of knives costs more than 20,000 yuan, how much money do you make in a day?" Wang Xiulian frowned.
"I can earn almost that much in a day." Jiang Jiankang whispered.
"What did you say?" Wang Xiulian was angry.
"Nothing, nothing." Jiang Jiankang said quickly, still thinking about the set of knives he saw before.
"Mom and Dad, have you had dinner?" Jiang Feng asked. He knew his own father very well, and he could buy the knife he was interested in tomorrow with his small coffers.
"Eat." Wang Xiulian said, walking to Jiang Feng and taking the rag in his hand, "Okay, son, you've been tired for a day, go back and rest, and let your dad do the rest of the hygiene."
Jiang Jiankang, who spent a day shopping with his wife:? ? ?
Jiang Feng was naturally happy to not have to work. He gave his father a sympathetic look and quickly slipped back to the dormitory.
There is no one in the dormitory. Wang Hao is still struggling with his "Signals and Systems" in the library. The make-up exam is the day after tomorrow. Now that the clear exam has been cancelled, he will have to retake it if he still fails the make-up exam. He has bravely skipped classes these days and can't wait for food and accommodation. In the library.
When Jiang Feng returned to the dormitory, he was not idle. He turned on the computer to check the relevant information of the Good Taste Cooking Competition.
*The last chapter was saved, and my manuscript box went away peacefully. (End of chapter)