Chapter 174 Eight Treasure Porridge
Babao porridge, also known as Laba porridge, is a traditional festival food for flower growers. It is a porridge made with a variety of ingredients during the Laba Festival. "Old Wulin Stories" of the Southern Song Dynasty once recorded: "Using walnuts, pine nuts, milk, persimmons, chestnuts, etc. to make porridge is called Laba porridge."
Today's eight-treasure porridge is no longer limited to eight different ingredients. The eight-treasure porridge Jiang Feng cooked for Chen Xiuxiu last summer was mainly made of black glutinous rice, supplemented by mung beans, red beans, lentils, white lentils, red dates, peach kernels, peanuts, and lotus seeds. , longan, pine nuts, yam, lily, wolfberry, gorgon fruit, barley and other ingredients. People in different regions have different tastes. Some people use simple ingredients, while others use more complicated ingredients than Jiang Feng. There are even some that add Chinese medicinal materials and bacon. It can be said that one porridge can be eaten a hundred times.
As an underage young person, Zhang Qian did not like to use WeChat, so she and Jiang Feng joined QQ. After the two of them sent countless emoticons to compete with each other, they determined the ingredients they needed. The eight-treasure porridge made by Zhang Qian uses traditional ingredients, such as gorgon seeds, barley rice, white lentils, lotus meat, yam, red dates, longan, lily and japonica rice. It also needs honey. The variety of ingredients is much smaller than what Jiang Feng makes, and the taste is also It will be sweeter.
The competition time is only forty minutes, so it is destined not to be slow simmering but to be cooked vigorously. Jiang Feng held his watch and tried it first in a healthy stir-fry restaurant. Not counting the time for soaking the ingredients, forty minutes was enough. Add more water, boil over high heat, bring to a slow boil over medium heat, and simmer over low heat for the last few minutes. It was barely enough.
Although his current porridge cooking is only intermediate level, it is an intermediate level based on master-level knife skills, advanced heat and seasoning. Nowadays, Jiang Feng's porridge cooking skills are quite comparable to that of a porridge shop that has been in business for decades.
Jiang Weiguo was also puzzled. Jiang Feng was good at everything he learned, but he only got good at making porridge. He could make a good pot of porridge just by looking at it, and he didn't need anyone's guidance.
Looking at the eight-treasure porridge on the table, Jiang Weiguo sighed.
Looking at the eight-treasure porridge on the table, Jiang Feng also sighed.
【A pot of delicious eight-treasure porridge】
The taste is excellent. What a good adjective. It would be great if it could appear on other dishes. When it appeared on the eight-treasure porridge he used to test the water, Jiang Feng really couldn't be happy.
Jiang Jiankang was very complimentary and drank a huge bowl of porridge, praising: "Er, your porridge is really good."
"Wife, wife, come and have some porridge!"
Comrade Wang Xiulian heard the news and went into the kitchen. After a quick look, she couldn't see any fishy eight-treasure porridge. She couldn't arouse the slightest interest. She took a sip and asked: "Baby, do you want to make porridge today?"
"Yes." Jiang Feng said firmly.
Wang Xiulian decisively put down the bowl and walked out, and said to Ji Yue who was fishing outside to watch a drama: "Yueyue, go and add a sentence on the sign: Eight-treasure porridge special price is 5 yuan."
Ji Yue stood up and said to Jiang Feng in a very experienced manner: "Jiang Feng, wait until you have boiled three pots before asking me to drink."
Ji Yue has already accurately grasped Jiang Feng's overturning rules.
Jiang Feng went on to cook eight-treasure porridge.
He still needs to explore the transition between high, medium and low heat. The pot of porridge just took 39 minutes to cook, and it stuck to the bottom line of 40 minutes. During the competition, if you are not careful, it will overturn. Jiang Feng had to shorten the time, preferably to about 35 minutes, which was safer.
After cooking 5 pots of porridge in the morning, Wang Xiulian looked at the amount of porridge and asked Ji Yue to change the special price to 4 yuan. At noon, Jiang Feng returned to the normal business of the Healthy Stir-Fry Restaurant. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he felt that Wu Minqi added more chili peppers today.
Sprinkle dried chili peppers in handfuls, not using the guest's tongue as a tongue.
"Jiang Feng, 4 cups of rose and cranberry!" Ji Yue shouted outside.
As a result, Jiang Feng's juice business has improved.
When the business was over at noon, Jiang Feng couldn't help but asked curiously: "Did you buy too much material today?"
"I'm thinking about the quality of materials used," Wu Minqi said.
"Did you and Ji Xue discuss the outcome? What to do?" Jiang Feng asked.
"No, she doesn't know how to cook spicy food at all. People in Guangdong Province can't eat spicy food. Her family's taste is light. She said she needs to think about it for a while. I'll practice with other dishes first." Wu Minqi said.
Practice your skills...
Jiang Feng thought about the sales of cranberry juice at noon today.
Good practice, good practice. Wu Minqi made an extra thousand yuan at noon today by practicing.
One-thousandth of the decoration fee!
Rounding off Tai Fung Building will be ready for business!
Of the five pots of porridge cooked in the morning, two pots were left unsold. There was only a large casserole in the back kitchen. Comrade Wang Xiulian poured all the cooked eight-treasure porridge into the large iron pot to keep warm.
After an hour's break at noon, Jiang Feng sat outside and scrolled through Weibo and read "Self-cultivation of a Playboy". He smiled like a child under 200 pounds and listened to Ji Yue's latest gossip.
"The variety show of your competition will be broadcast on a certain video at 8 o'clock tonight." Ji Yue brushed the news, "Oh my God, the preview of Zhang Guanghang that was released is so cool!"
"He is more handsome in person." Jiang Feng said, "He is not photogenic."
"Oh my god." Ji Yue felt like she was suffocating. "It's all my fault that I'm short-sighted and don't wear glasses. I can't see clearly on stage from the auditorium. The provincial TV screen must have made my Zhang Guang aerial photo look ugly!"
Jiang Feng felt that Ji Yue had several layers of typical fan filters. The provincial TV screens were good, and the lenses all had filters. Jiang Feng felt that he was more handsome on the screen, just a little bit worse than Zhang Guanghang.
"Jiang Feng, seriously, please find time to invite Zhang Guanghang out for dinner, and directly invite him to our restaurant." Ji Yue's drunkard's intention was not to drink.
Jiang Feng thought it was reasonable. The game reminded Zhang Guanghang that Zhang Guanghang was the key target for poaching, and he had to go out to have a meal, chat, and exchange feelings. Friendships between people who grow flowers are all earned through eating. If it's not cooked yet, it means you haven't eaten enough rice. Eat a few more meals and it will be cooked.
Zhang Guanghang is of mixed Chinese and French descent, so he should eat a combination of Chinese and French.
After the break, Jiang Feng returned to the kitchen and continued cooking porridge.
In one afternoon, there were seven more pots of eight-treasure porridge in the kitchen.
Comrade Wang Xiulian felt dizzy when she saw the eight-treasure porridge. She felt that having a prodigal son was really worrying. She estimated the amount of the eight-treasure porridge, turned to Ji Yue and said, "Yueyue, change the price of the eight-treasure porridge at the door to 3 yuan."< br>
This may be the biggest discount in the history of the healthy stir-fry restaurant. The price has never been lower. The cucumbers in the store (still made by Jiang Feng) cost 8 yuan a plate, and the eight-treasure porridge costs 3 yuan a bowl. The price is simply unimaginable.
So much so that customers who come to the store during dinner time, whether they like porridge or not, can't help but order a bowl of eight-treasure porridge.
Until closing time, there were only two bowls of eight-treasure porridge left in the kitchen.
Wang Xiulian put the remaining eight-treasure porridge in a big bowl and put it in the refrigerator, and said to Jiang Feng, "Sister, you can drink porridge tomorrow morning to keep healthy."
Jiang Feng: "...Okay, Mom."
After cooking porridge for a day, Jiang Feng's clothes were all filled with the smell of rice pudding. He was like a human-shaped rice pudding, carrying the smell wherever he went, all the way back to the dormitory.
Wang Hao was tapping away at the computer keyboard with an indignant look on his face.
"What are you writing about?" Jiang Feng asked casually.
"Challenge!" Wang Hao said indignantly, "Those guys who point fingers at my...favorite books, are condescending, criticize Fang Qiu, and look like I am your father. I want to officially start a war with them."< br>
Jiang Feng, a melon-eater, went to watch excitedly. There was a long paragraph in Wang Hao's WPS document, as if he had used all the idioms he had learned throughout his life.
"Are you tearing it apart? Which book?"
"How is it possible? I must open a small account! It's just a small shabby book. Brother Feng, you won't like it." Wang Hao continued to fight in front of the computer, with a face full of indignation. Looking at the posture, he wanted to use his fat and thin body after exercise. With his arm, he crawled along the network cable and fought to the death with the person he was sending the message to.
After eating a piece of melon, Jiang Feng went to wash up.
When he woke up the next day, Jiang Feng turned on his phone and wanted to check whether there had been any updates to "Self-cultivation of a Playboy". However, the update failed and he found the essay Wang Hao wrote last night.
It must be a special fate that made us become~
Jiang Feng spent a minute letting the song get out of his head, got up, dressed, and managed to leave the dormitory and reach the healthy cooking restaurant before Wang Hao woke up.
Today's breakfast was very rich. Jiang Jiankang woke up early to make steamed buns, pork buns with sauerkraut. The sauerkraut was sent by Grandma Jiang via SF Express two days ago. The only thing that makes Jiang Jiankang regretful is that the meat in today's buns is not Dahua. Dahua is so plump. Chopped pork belly and used to wrap sauerkraut and pork buns must be particularly fragrant.
Jiang Jiankang rarely made steamed buns, but it had nothing to do with Jiang Feng. His breakfast was eight-treasure porridge that had been refrigerated in the refrigerator overnight and left to be warmed on the stove.
Parents always feel sorry for their children. When Wang Xiulian saw Jiang Feng drinking bland sweet porridge, she asked with concern: "Baby, do you want some bun filling?"
Jiang Feng was very moved and said: "Yes!"
"Jiang Jiankang, give the stuffing in your buns to Zai." Wang Xiulian ordered.
Jiang Jiankang followed his wife's instructions and gave Jiang Feng some pickled cabbage with chopsticks. There was only a little minced meat, which was basically negligible.
"Dad." Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Jiankang.
Jiang Jiankang picked up some more sauerkraut, but there was still no meat.
Jiang Feng looked at the sauerkraut and rice-treasure porridge in the bowl and couldn't help but sigh.
Alas, the love of parents is always too heavy to bear.
"Dad, can you give me some meat?"
"Oh, sauerkraut is delicious. You can eat porridge and sauerkraut with your rice."
"Dad, if I make eight pots this afternoon and can't sell them, we will both have to eat porridge tomorrow."
"Hey, I remembered. There is another bun in the pot. Just wait, dad will get it for you!" Jiang Jiankang regained his memory instantly.
Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Jiankang.
Ha, man. (End of chapter)