Chapter 252 Practice again
Jiang Feng has not made Babao chestnut pigeons for nearly a month. Now he has started practicing again. He is still a bit unskilled when deboning the first pigeon.
If you want to make an excellent Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon, there should be no mistakes in every step, from deboning the whole pigeon, to stuffing, pine needles, steaming, and finally thickening.
But even if he made no mistakes from beginning to end, the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon made by Jiang Feng was still not the same as Sun Guanyun's.
There is a gap in cooking skills, as well as a gap in feeling and understanding.
The two old men also tried to make the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon for a while. When Sun Guanyun gave Jiang Feng a teaching demonstration without reservation, the two old men watched from the side. With the understanding and cooking skills of the two old men, theoretically speaking, it should not be difficult to make Babao Chestnut Pigeon at the same level as Sun Guanyun, but the result is still unsatisfactory.
It tastes good, but not that flavor.
This dish is Sun Guanyun's original creation, and no one except him can make it taste that way.
Jiang Feng used scissors to remove the pigeon's bones while Sang Ming and Jiang Wenshi watched. Jiang Wengshi also stood aside to see if Jiang Feng was not surprised. No matter who was cooking in the kitchen, Jiang Wengsheng would watch as long as the person concerned didn't mind.
He never made a sound, he only looked and didn't ask, like an invisible man. Jiang Weili's desire for cooking knowledge has not faded with age, but has grown day by day. It is like a sponge that constantly absorbs water. It does not reject anyone who comes, no matter what it is, it just absorbs it first.
Unfortunately, his sponge is leaking badly.
But it was surprising that Sang Ming would stay and watch the learning. After getting along for a period of time, everyone could see it. Maybe Sang Ming's sister is really unattractive as he said, a little fat, lazy, doesn't work, and has good grades, but Sang Ming is definitely a super girl-controller.
A good young man of 18 or 19 years old. He doesn’t rest, brag, play games, or hook up with the pretty waitress during his breaks. Whenever he has time, he uses his cell phone to chat with his sister. How many grades did his sister pass in each subject in the final exam? All the staff in the branch kitchen can recite it.
There is definitely something wrong with such a sister-in-law, who is the best in the world, and instead of chatting with her during lunch break, she came to watch Jiang Feng practice the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon!
Jiang Feng accidentally clicked the scissors and the skin broke.
After killing a pigeon, Jiang Feng threw it into the bowl next to him very skillfully, saving it for stewing Gastrodia red dates and pigeon soup at night.
Wu Minqi was still feeling unwell today, so she stewed some soup and brought it back to her to replenish her body.
"Is it unusable?" Sang Ming asked. In his opinion, it was just a wrong cut and it was no big deal.
"The skin of pigeons is thin. If it is broken even a little, it will destroy the complete shape and the flavor will not be locked in." Jiang Feng explained. Seeing that Sang Ming was looking at it seriously, he asked, "Why don't you chat with your sister?"
"No more chatting. She will come to Peking to play with me in two days." Sang Ming said, "I feel that my sword skills have improved a lot in the past two days. If you learn a little from the little boss, you may be able to join the chopping block."< br>
Chopping boards cost more.
Sang Ming's talent in knife skills is actually pretty good. He didn't study systematically or practice deliberately. He could get intermediate knife skills just by helping his parents cut vegetables at home.
If you are willing to learn and practice, you will become a chef with excellent knife skills in a few years.
"Xiao Sang, practice hard, and you can be a stove cook in the future." Jiang Weili encouraged.
"The stove is only three thousand yuan more than the chopping board. It's too difficult. The chopping board is pretty good." Sang Ming analyzed it rationally.
"There is a commission for the stove." Jiang Feng reminded the employees friendly that the salary of the stove chefs at Taifeng Building is low. "Everyone's ratio is different. Ji Xue's Watan Huadiao Chicken can get 8%."
"So much!" Sang Ming's eyes suddenly widened with envy on his face. He lowered his head and began to calculate how much bonus Ji Xue would get this month just for the flower-carved chicken on the tile altar.
Five minutes passed.
Can't figure it out...
While Sang Ming was immersed in arithmetic, Jiang Feng had successfully completed the deboning of the second pigeon and started the third one.
After looking at it for so long, Jiang Weisheng finally figured out that deboning a whole pigeon required a lot of knife skills, and he couldn't figure out how to do it.
He didn't make a sound and went to cut side dishes in silence.
"Master Jiang, why are you cutting vegetables?" Sang Ming looked up and found that the person next to him was gone.
"Can you understand?" Jiang Weili asked.
Sang Ming:......
"I'll cut vegetables too." Sang Ming's enthusiasm for upgrading to a chopping board chef has not diminished.
Jiang Weiming has been carefully taught by Jiang Weiming for so many years, and has very solid basic skills. At the same time, he has also learned a bit of Jiang Weiming's ability to lead his apprentices. Sang Ming was chopping vegetables next to him, and Jiang Weili was also willing to give him some guidance.
"There's something wrong with you holding the knife like this. Move your hand a little to the side, hold it a little forward, yes, hold it, so you can cut quickly. It was too easy to cut your hand the way you did before. I used to hold the knife like that too. I'm used to it and I can't change it. "Jiang Weisheng said while giving a demonstration to Sang Ming.
"How did you change it later?" Sang Ming asked.
"Then one time I got distracted while chopping vegetables and cut off half of my finger with one knife. Then I got over it." Jiang Sheng said.
Sang Ming:! ! !
His eyes suddenly looked wrong when he saw Jiang Weili, with a hint of reverence mixed with horror.
"It's the most dangerous thing to get distracted when cutting vegetables. Jiang Feng once got distracted while cutting vegetables and cut a long gash in the tiger's mouth. The bleeding was so scary that when he participated in the finals, his hands were still wrapped in gauze." Ji Yue floated to the kitchen at some point, holding a cucumber in her hand and chewing on it.
"Why are you here?" Jiang Feng was surprised to see Ji Yue coming. Logically speaking, she should find a place in the hall to observe Zhang Guanghang's face up close at this time.
"Sun Jikai seems to have dropped his cufflinks in the kitchen. He just called me and asked me to help him find it." Ji Yue said, "Where does he usually hang out?"
"That piece, look to see if it fell into any corner." Jiang Feng pointed casually.
Sun Jikai had a rest tonight and went back after work at noon.
He has already taken care of the three pigeons and is now ready to cut and season them.
Various ingredients such as chestnuts, lotus seeds, lilies, and shiitake mushrooms were chopped by Jiang Feng, seasoned, stuffed, and constantly stirred with a spoon. Sang Ming cut green peppers into shreds under the guidance of Jiang Weili, while Ji Yue ran from under one cabinet to another. The twists of her body and neck made people wonder if she was learning to dance.
"Is Sun Jikai only active in this area today at noon?" Ji Yue asked, twisting his neck.
"It's right here." Jiang Feng was very sure.
"Damn it, his cufflinks can still grow wings and fly." Ji Yue took out her cell phone and called Sun Jikai.
"Hey, Sun Jikai, I've been looking all over and I can't see your cufflinks."
"Yes, no. I looked under the cabinet and on the table corners, and there's nothing there."
"Okay, come and find it yourself, ah, milk tea? I don't drink milk tea and I want to lose weight, what? From that place? I want jasmine roasted milk, add two portions of pearls, come quickly."
Ji Yue hung up the phone and found that Jiang Feng looked at her a little strangely.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"When did you become so familiar with Sun Jikai?" Jiang Feng smiled like a melon-eater and stopped moving his hands.
"These past few nights we have been eating barbecue and eating cooked food. Isn't he from the same community as us? We eat barbecue at the same restaurant every night." Ji Yue said, his thoughts drifting to the barbecue, "The barbecue at the east gate is It’s really delicious. The one at the back door of University A is far inferior to this one.”
"How about we come together tonight? Call Qiqi too. Your two cousins haven't left yet? Call us together!" Ji Yue invited.
"Hey, by the way, your family is so busy every day. Aren't your two cousins bored staying at home every day?"
"It's not boring. They have something to do every day and are busier than me." Jiang Feng smiled more and more maliciously.
Li Zhai——
"Sister, have you finished cutting the potatoes? Can you cut some for me? I really can't finish cutting them!" Jiang Junlian almost cried while cutting the potatoes.
"Aren't you just one basket short of cutting it? I have another basket here, so I don't have time to help you cut it. Don't be lazy. Grandpa will come to check it later, so hurry up!" Jiang Junqing urged.
Jiang Junlian shed tears before she could speak.
"Why are big flowers so edible?" Jiang Junlian looked up to the sky and sighed. (End of chapter)