Chapter 186: Carved Yam
To be fair, Jiang Feng felt that the vegetable rolls Jiang Jiankang made today were not as tasty as the leftover noodles mixed with noodles in the past. The fillings in the steamed dumplings from the Shaxian snack next door had almost the same taste. The leftovers are still fragrant after being reheated, and coupled with Jiang Jiankang's superb hand-rolled noodles, the noodles mixed with leftovers are actually quite delicious.
After breakfast, Jiang Feng helped cut the vegetables, and then prepared to practice carving yam.
While the game was updating and stuck with bugs, he took a look at how to make shredded yam when he had nothing to do. In addition, all the yam and sweet potatoes used in practicing the shredded dish after the new year were yam and sweet potato. It was a little bit of experience in making this dish, as long as it was not sugary in the oil base. There is no possibility of rollover.
There isn't much else in the back kitchen of Healthy Cooking Restaurant, except that there are many stoves, and they are close together. Sometimes when Jiang Jiankang makes a big move when cooking at noon, Jiang Feng can turn around and bump into his right hand doing the cooking.
There are fresh yams, which were just delivered by the supplier this morning. Wash, peel, and cut into pieces. Turn on the two pots at the same time, fry the yam in one pot and fry the sugar in the other. For those who don’t know how to sink sugar in oil. , this is indeed a wonderful way to make carrots.
Jiang Jiankang was cutting meat at the cooking table. Yesterday, a teacher from University A ordered a table of dishes. Many big dishes, such as elbow, sweet and sour carp, fried double crispy and crispy chicken, are time-consuming and laborious and must be pre-processed. There are quite a few and you have to start preparing early in the morning.
The fresh carp in the water tank bubbled and bubbled, not knowing what they were about to experience in the afternoon.
While Jiang Feng was frying yams, he was staring at the fried sugar in another pot. While doing two things, he could still find time to chat with Jiang Jiankang.
"Didn't your third grandfather teach you how to sink sugar in oil?" Jiang Jiankang also knows how to do this. Jiang Weiguo didn't teach him how to sink sugar in oil. He tried all kinds of strange methods when making carrots.
Jiang Weiguo's own oil-based sugar syrup is half-baked, haphazardly figured out, and a typical pirated product.
"I'm not very familiar with it. I want to try a more reliable method." Jiang Feng said.
"I think it's better to sink sugar in oil. The taste of the drawn yam made by your third grandfather, tsk tsk." Jiang Jiankang missed the drawn yam that Jiang Weiming made when he showed Jiang Feng how to make sugar in oil.
Crispy, soft, tender and sweet, slightly yellow in color like freshly fried potato chunks, sweet and crispy and refreshing, the threads are as thin as hair, and can be pulled out if not dipped in cold boiled sugar.
The pulled yam they made using other methods was far inferior to the one Jiang Weiming made before.
While he was talking, the yams were already fried.
If the yam comes out of the pot early and the time is not right, the temperature will slowly drop. When the yam can be pulled out of another pot, it will not be at the optimal temperature. The taste and degree of pulling of the yam will not be as oily. Chentang is so good.
Jiang Jiankang, who was cutting meat on the side, also noticed it and said: "You fried the yam too early."
"Hmm." Jiang Feng stared at the other pot. Soft bubbles had begun to form on the surface of the syrup. It was not far from the heat of drawing wire. "It's two minutes early."
Put the yam into the pot, stir-fry quickly, turn the spoon, stir-fry evenly, and remove from the pot.
【Drawing yam grade C】
[A mediocre caramelized yam with no buff bonus]
As expected, this shit game shows whatever you want to see.
Jiang Feng picked up a piece. The silk was quite long, but not thin enough. It was far from the drawn yam made by Jiang Weiming.
Water, entrance.
It's a bit hot on the mouth, the syrup is a bit thick, the yam is a bit soft, not crispy and sweet, so it's just mediocre.
He didn't like sweets, so he was going to take them out to Comrade Wang Xiulian to comfort her stomach that was injured because she didn't eat meat in the morning. As soon as he picked up the plate, Ji Yue, who had come to work, walked into the kitchen.
"Jiang Feng, are there any beans... eh, shredded yam?" Dessert lover Ji Yue's eyes lit up when she saw the shredded yam. She could take all the failed products that Jiang Feng had trained before.
"It's a sin to eat something so sweet so early in the morning." Ji Yue confessed with no regrets in her heart. She skillfully picked up a large piece with a pair of chopsticks, and immediately forgot about the fact that she actually wanted to mix it with a cup of soy milk. .
"It's okay. By the way, where's Aunt Wang? I didn't see her outside just now, and there's no one on the second floor." Ji Yue asked.
"My mother isn't in the store?" Jiang Feng opened fire and started making the second plate of shredded yam. "Maybe she went to buy hand cakes. The hand cakes from the new fried chicken restaurant that opened two days ago are quite delicious. My mother bought them. I’ve been here several times. By the way, remember to put the special offer on shredded yam on the sign at the door.”
Ji Yue was already very familiar with Jiang Feng's routine of practicing which dishes were on sale. She started to eat the second piece and asked vaguely: "Are you making carrot yam in the semi-finals? By the way, who are you competing with in the semi-finals? It can't be Zhang Guanghang?”
"No, I'm competing with Wu Minqi." Jiang Feng said.
"Hey, it's so exciting." Ji Yue, who was watching the melon-eating crowd, didn't think it was a big deal and stabbed Jiang Feng very honestly, "You're cool."
Ji Yue ate in the kitchen while watching Jiang Feng make carrot yam, and from time to time she asked questions like those who talk about melon.
"Why do you use two pots at the same time?"
"Actually, I think yams look like potato chunks."
"Hey, the sugar is starting to bubble."
“Drawing yam is actually fried?!”
"This..."
"That..."
"Hey, this..."
"Have you finished eating?" Jiang Feng asked.
"It's done." Ji Yue talked a lot because she had nothing to do with her mouth after eating.
Jiang Feng brought the newly cooked yam to Ji Yue: "Let's have another plate."
【Drawing yam grade C】
When Ji Yue had finished a quarter of her second plate of shredded yam, Wang Xiulian went into the kitchen with a hand cake in her hand to eat.
The top version of pork tenderloin, bacon, ham, pork floss and eggs.
Judging from the time when Comrade Wang Xiulian disappeared, she should not only have eaten this one hand cake, but the rest may have entered her stomach.
"Striped yam?" Wang Xiulian looked at the shredded yam in front of her and wanted to have a piece. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to forget it. Now that she's eating something sweet and eating hand cakes, the flavor will be lost. "Er, when will the dish in your pot come out?" ”
"Five minutes left," Jiang Feng said.
"I'm going to eat a plate. This dish has to be eaten while it's hot to be delicious." Wang Xiulian took a big bite of the hand cake in her hand.
Ji Yue finished two plates of shredded yam, her calories were off the charts, she kept mumbling "sin, sin, sin", and went to the lobby using the out-of-sight, out-of-mind policy, otherwise she would still be unable to resist eating the third plate.
In the morning, Jiang Feng made more than a dozen portions of carved yam, digested five plates internally, gave a few plates to surrounding merchants, and put the rest in an insulated box. Although Jiang Feng felt good about himself and felt that each game was better than the last, none of the game ratings exceeded C level.
He decided to make it with oil and sugar in the afternoon to see if it would taste better.
Wu Minqi came in late today, coming in after twelve o'clock, put on her apron and started working directly.
"Are you full of classes this morning?" Jiang Feng asked. If he remembered correctly, Wu Minqi only had two classes this morning, or eight classes in the morning.
"My dad arrived today, and my mom and I went to the airport to pick him up." Wu Minqi said.
"Where are your parents?" Jiang Feng asked.
"In the store, ordering."
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
"What are you ordering? We'll stay and eat together at noon. We'll stop being busy after half an hour." Jiang Jiankang said cheerfully, "We just happened to meet each other. Jiang Feng, his grandfather, and his third grandfather are also here at noon today."
"Okay, then I'll go out and talk to them." Wu Minqi thought it was okay, put down the food in her hands and went out.
After a while, Wu Minqi took his father directly into the kitchen.
Wu Minqi's father is a middle-aged man with an average appearance. He looks a bit elegant with his eyes. He looks more like a teacher than a chef. He is slightly fat, serious and expressionless.
"My dad said he would also come to help." Wu Minqi said.
As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Xiulian poked her head into the kitchen and asked loudly: "Jiankang, where did you throw the temporary menu? Why didn't I find it?"
"Ah?" Jiang Jiankang was confused.
"Aunt Wang, I found it, what should I write?" Ji Yue shouted outside.
"By the way, Qiqi, what dishes did you just talk about?" Wang Xiulian asked.
"Chestnut roasted chicken, ants climbing the tree, Sichuan-style jelly. But Aunt Wang, there seems to be no jelly in the store, right?" Wu Minqi asked.
"It's okay. I'll go buy it from the store at the back later." Wang Xiulian said naturally, "Dad Wu, just eat with us in the next few days."
After that, he went to the lobby.
Wu Minqi’s father:……
Why are you all so skilled...
Does this shop often have randomly dropped foreign chefs to cook?
I was dragged out to watch a movie by my classmates. The next update will probably be quite late...
(End of chapter)