Chapter 277 Tremella Braised
Zhang Zhiyun's family was just wondering. Jiang Feng had been in the bathroom for nearly half an hour. The oily eggplant and shredded pork with Beijing sauce were on the table but he hadn't come back. Zhang Zhiyun was about to go to the bathroom to look for him when he saw him. Came over with a pot of tea.
"Brother Feng, did you order a pot of tea?" Zhang Zhiyun asked.
"I just met the boss of Yongheju. He made a pot of tea for me. I remember you told me that Grandpa Zhang likes to drink tea, so you brought the tea to Grandpa Zhang to taste." Jiang Feng explained .
Of course Zhang Zhiyun never told Jiang Feng that Zhang Chu liked to drink tea, but Jiang Feng saw tea jars on the cabinet in his two memories of the Zhang family, so he could probably guess that Zhang Chu usually drank tea.
"You kid, what's wrong with chatting with others? Tell classmate Xiao Jiang that I like drinking tea." Zhang Chu said cheerfully.
Zhang Zhiyun:? ? ?
Why doesn't he remember what he said?
"Lushan Yunwu Tea is still mountain clouds." Jiang Feng handed the teapot to Zhang Chu and sat down.
"The clouds and mist on the mountain are very serious, so I am in luck today." Zhang Chu looked excited, picked up the teapot, poured himself a small cup of hot tea, and took a sip.
"The mist buds have absorbed all the dragon resin, and the tea soup is clear and mellow and sweet. It is indeed worthy of the clouds on the mountain." Zhang Chu praised, picked up the teapot and poured tea for everyone on the table, "This is a rare and good tea. The clouds and mist on the mountains have prices but no market, come and taste them.”
Jiang Feng said that he likes to drink cold tea, mainly because the drinks he buys are not hot, and iced Vita lemon tea and iced black tea taste better. Sometimes he doesn't know how to drink tea when guests come to his house. He didn't expect to drink tea in Yongheju today.
The entrance is bitter.
Tasted it again, it was still bitter.
It's not mellow, nor sweet, just bitter, and bitter.
Jiang Feng turned to look at Zhang Zhiyun's expression. His tea drinking skills should be similar to his own.
Cows chewing peonies, squandering natural resources, these eight words are perfect for the two of them.
Most of the shredded pork with Beijing sauce on the table was gone, but after everyone tasted a piece of the eggplant in oil, they never touched it again. The chef at Yongheju does an average job at cooking the eggplant in oil. It could also be that the chef at Yongheju cooks this eggplant dish in oil. It's average and even a little greasy.
Jiang Feng picked up a chopstick of eggplant drizzled with oil and lost interest after taking one bite.
"Dad, you are really bad at ordering food. You never order the right food once." Zhang Zhiyun complained.
Zhang Chiyuan:......
"That's right, Yunyun is right. If you don't know how to order, don't order blindly. Take a look at what you ordered." Mother Zhang was obviously not satisfied with the oil-soaked eggplant.
Zhang Chiyuan:......
"I won't order it next time." Zhang Chiyuan admitted defeat.
"Where are you going tomorrow?" Jiang Feng asked.
"It's not decided yet. I originally planned to climb Xiangshan Mountain tomorrow, but it's too hot today. It's too hot to visit Prince Gong's Mansion today. If I climb the mountain today, my grandpa's body will definitely not be able to bear it." Zhang Zhiyun said involuntarily. He fanned his hand twice and said, "Tomorrow let's go to an art gallery or museum and go to an indoor place with air conditioning."
"Yeah, it's too hot today. It's definitely unbearable to go outdoors on such a hot day. I can't bear it." Zhang Chiyuan agreed.
While talking, the waiter served the food.
It's jar meat.
"Yongheju's jar meat tastes particularly good. Last time our family came to Yongheju, we ordered this dish. It is braised with firewood and is very authentic." Jiang Feng highly recommended Yongheju's jar meat.
The quality of the pork belly this time was still very high. The large pieces of pork belly were shiny with oil and brownish red in color. It was obviously a high proportion of fat and thin meat, but it didn't make people feel like the oily eggplant next to it. Being greasy will only make people feel tempting.
The male compatriots present were all carnivores, and they took off their chopsticks to pick up the meat and devour it.
"This dish is delicious." Zhang Zhiyun praised, already eating the third piece.
"No matter how delicious it is, can it be as delicious as what your grandma cooks?" Zhang Chu couldn't eat too much greasy food because he was old. He took a bite and stopped, then drank tea.
"Compared with grandma's cooking, it's definitely a little worse." Zhang Zhiyun said, but in fact, he had almost forgotten what Cao Guixiang's cooking tasted like.
Cao Guixiang only stayed in his life for a short period of 16 years, and a large part of it was his childhood and early childhood that he had almost forgotten. In recent years, except for Sun Guanyun's dry-fried beef river and Jiang Feng's failed Yun chicken, he could rarely think of the taste of Cao Guixiang's food.
"Hello, white fungus stew, please use it slowly." The waiter brought the white fungus stew to the table.
This is a very beautiful dish, with white tremella, black nostoc, orange-red carrots, green lettuce, and brown mushrooms, all colorful.
The white fungus is rolled into a round ball and placed in the center like a flower. The carrots and lettuce are peeled and chopped into fresh mushroom shapes, neatly and axially symmetrical with the balled Nostoc and small fresh mushrooms. The code is next to the white fungus.
The whole dish is a round shape with fragrant yellow chicken soup at the bottom, which looks like a flower.
This is the first time Jiang Feng has seen white fungus vegetarian stew with his own eyes. Before that, he had only heard about it and knew that it was a famous vegetable dish in Tan family cuisine, which is also a vegetarian dish.
Jiang Feng took down his chopsticks and picked up a piece of carrot. The chef's knife skills were very good, and the carrot was cut into small and cute circles, similar in size, and all round and regular.
In the mouth, there is the sweet aroma of the carrot itself, as well as the salty aroma of the gravy made with chicken fat and the original soup. It is very light and delicious.
Yongheju is privately known as the No. 1 restaurant in Peiping by many people. As expected, there are two reasons for this.
When the Jiang family came for dinner earlier, Jiang Feng thought it was nothing. He felt that although the craftsmanship of the Yongheju masters was good, his own craftsmanship was not bad either.
Now that he had tasted the white fungus braised vegetables, Jiang Feng could only sigh that the old restaurant in Peiping really has two brushes.
The apprentices of the second senior brother Cao Guixiang could make such a good meal. Jiang Feng could not imagine what Cao Guixiang's white fungus stew would taste like.
When Jiang Feng went to pick up the vegetables again, he found that no one was using chopsticks on the table.
Jiang Feng looked up at the others in shock, and found that their eyes were all red.
Seeing Jiang Feng looking at him, Zhang Zhiyun casually wiped away the tears that were about to fall from his eyes.
"This dish tastes very similar to what my grandma made." Zhang Zhiyun explained, "It's not as good as what my grandma made for me on my 10th birthday, but it's really similar."
Sometimes people feel that they have forgotten a lot of things, and there are no memories of that time in their minds, but their bodies are honest enough to help them remember.
The eyes remember, the nose remembers, the tongue remembers.
Your tongue will help you remember the taste of food, the feeling of eating it, and your feelings for the person who cooked it.
This is a lifelong memory that will never be forgotten.
"Although this dish is a vegetarian dish, it is very troublesome to make. The white fungus needs to be soaked in advance, and after soaking, it needs to be boiled in clear soup for an hour. The carrots and lettuce have to be peeled, which is wasteful. The original soup is used to thicken the soup, which also requires Use chicken fat, the best is the chicken fat from old hens." Zhang Chu looked at the white fungus stew on the table, as if he saw the person who had made this dish for him through this dish.
Jiang Feng didn't know what to say and could only remain silent.
"What's going on today? I haven't thought of your grandma for many years, but I remembered it after taking a bite of the food." Zhang Chu said with a smile.
The surroundings suddenly darkened. Jiang Feng looked up and found that the lights were turned off.
The lights in the entire second floor hall were turned off, and the guests in the hall were in an uproar.
"Dear guests, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, maybe the cables were cut due to road construction nearby, causing an emergency power outage. We have backup power in the store. Please be patient, we will call you soon. I have caused trouble to everyone. I'm so sorry." The lobby manager came out and explained to everyone loudly.
It’s hot in summer, and it gets dark and late in Peiping. It doesn’t get dark until 8 o’clock. Although it is already 7 o'clock, it is still very hot. As soon as the air conditioner stops, people will feel hot.
"Yunyun, go and open the window. It's too stuffy without air conditioning." Zhang Chiyuan already felt a little hot and needed to open the window for ventilation.
"I'll open it." Jiang Feng stood close to the window and stood up to open the window. (End of chapter)