Chapter 332 Birthday Cake
Jiang Feng had a dream that night.
He had a very terrible dream. He dreamed that all the people in the back kitchen of Tai Feng House, including him, had somehow become Shu people, and even Comrade Jiang Jiankang had become inexplicably able to eat spicy food. Because everyone is from Shu, the hot pot eaten on Jiang Weiming's birthday party was not even a mandarin duck pot. The Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers boiling in red oil made Jiang Feng's scalp numb.
Everyone kept picking up food for him and said, "Jiang Feng, why don't you eat?"
"Jiang Feng, eat it!"
"Jiang Feng's yellow throat is delicious."
"Jiang Feng, please have some duck intestines!"
"Jiang Feng..."
Jiang Feng was finally awakened by the excitement.
Breaking out in a cold sweat.
Jiang Feng got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. Wu Minqi had woken up early, and the millet porridge in the kitchen was almost ready to be cooked.
There were two salted duck eggs and a small plate of pickles on the table. The pickles were brought by Wu Minqi from Sichuan. The salted duck eggs were Gaoyou salted duck eggs given to Jiang Feng by Lao Xu. They were much larger than ordinary salted duck eggs and not as thick as duck eggs. Like goose eggs.
The millet porridge in the kitchen has been served, and Wu Minqi is serving the porridge. Jiang Feng takes the salted duck eggs to the sticky plate and cuts them open. With a slash of the knife, the oily and sandy salted egg yolk is clearly exposed.
"Hey, this egg is a double yolk egg!" Jiang Feng looked surprised. He had eaten double yolk eggs before, but this was the first time he had seen double yolk salted duck eggs.
"Double yolk eggs!" This was also the first time Wu Minqi saw double yolk salted duck eggs, and she couldn't help but look at the chopping board.
Most of the large salted duck eggs are occupied by egg yolk, which is orange-red and oily. Jiang Feng cut into another salted duck egg, which was also double yolk.
"Gaoyou salted duck eggs are indeed well-deserved, two in a row are double yellow." Jiang Feng sighed.
"It should be specially selected. I heard that the larger eggs are more likely to be double yolk eggs." Wu Minqi said, bringing the millet porridge to the table.
The two of them finished the millet porridge with salted duck eggs and kimchi. The millet porridge Wu Minqi cooked today was very thick, with distinct rice grains. No other ingredients were added. It looked golden and tasted very light. It was paired with spicy and sour kimchi and relatively The saltier egg whites are just right.
After two bowls of millet porridge, Jiang Feng wiped his mouth and asked, "So are we going to Tai Feng Tower now?"
"Have you forgotten? Grandpa Jiang is going to Tai Feng Building to stir-fry hot pot base this morning. Aunt Wang and the others are going to make it in the store. Didn't we agree yesterday to go to Fenyuan to help Zhang Guanghang make a birthday cake?" Wu Minqi Start clearing away the dishes.
"Fen Yuan? Oh yes, I even forgot about it." Jiang Feng slapped his head. The dream he had last night in which he was not allowed to eat the mandarin duck pot was so real and terrifying that he even forgot about it before returning home from get off work yesterday. I made an appointment with Zhang Guanghang to go to Fenyuan today to help him make a birthday cake for Jiang Weiming on his birthday.
Yes, Zhang Guanghang is not only a three-in-one Chinese, Japanese and French chef, he also majored in desserts and is a good pastry chef.
Jiang Feng wouldn't be surprised when one day Zhang Guanghang gets interested and goes to learn Bai An. Who calls him Zhang Guanghang? Everything a handsome genius does is reasonable.
By the time Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi arrived at Fenyuan, Zhang Guanghang's cake was almost finished, only the mounting and decoration were needed.
He asked Jiang Feng to come over for help, so naturally he asked him to come over and advise on how to style the cake. Jiang Feng was recognized as the master of plating at Tai Feng Tower.
As for Wu Minqi, she just changed the place to carve watermelons. Carving at home is the same as carving in Fenyuan.
Fenyuan was originally a private restaurant opened by Xia Mubing. After Xia Mubing passed away, Zhang Guanghang did not change the decoration and structure of Fenyuan, allowing Fenyuan to remain the same as it was as a private restaurant. Even the tables, chairs and tableware remained. In the Garden of Fins.
The birthday cake Zhang Guanghang made for Jiang Weiming was a French birthday cake, made of four flavors: tiramisu, cheese cake, berry mousse and matcha raw chocolate. The outer layer of the cake has been sealed with cream and cannot be seen. Only when you cut it open can you find that there are actually 4 flavors inside.
The price of such a cake in a cake shop is at least 300 yuan, or even higher.
If the cake shop posted Zhang Guanghang's photo and allowed onlookers to watch, it might be able to sell for more than a thousand yuan.
After all, most people who love cakes are girls, and those who are willing to pursue exquisite birthday cakes are basically girls.
Jiang Feng saw a lot of fruit on the plate on the cooking table and asked, "Are you making a fruit cake?"
"Yes, if it's a birthday in my family, they usually make this kind of fruit cake." Zhang Guanghang said, "I just haven't figured out what pattern to put on it. I'm wondering whether to put the word "longevity" on the cake. ”
"Don't be so deliberate. The cake is just a surprise. My family doesn't have the habit of eating cakes on birthdays. We usually eat noodles, and so does my third grandfather." Jiang Feng said, scanning a circle of fruits on the cooking table, "Why don't we make it simpler? How about making a half pattern with blueberries and raspberries?”
"Okay." Zhang Guanghang nodded. Since Jiang Feng said so, let's make it simpler.
"By the way, have you made any progress with your saffron chicken?" Jiang Feng asked seemingly unintentionally.
"There's not much progress, I still can't find the feeling." Zhang Guanghang started picking raspberries, "What about you?"
"I've solved it." Jiang Feng said.
Zhang Guanghang paused while picking raspberries. He was startled and looked at Jiang Feng as if he were looking at a monster.
It’s normal for a chef to be stuck on getting a dish for ten days and a half, months, years or even decades. After all, inspiration is an elusive thing that doesn’t just come when you say it, you can have it if you want it. .
Jiang Feng had been thinking about the Eight Treasures Lixiang Ge before, and Zhang Guanghang was surprised that he realized the essence of the Eight Treasures Lixiang Ge in such a short period of time. If Babao Li Xiang Ge also had the help of Sun Jikai and Wu Minqi, then Jiang Feng was completely researching Yun Chicken by himself.
A chef can come up with a new dish that satisfies him in just a dozen days.
What an astonishing, even frightening talent this is.
Zhang Guanghang really found it strange this time. With Jiang Feng's talent that made him marvel and even feel ashamed, Jiang Weiguo was willing to let him give up cooking and study hard.
Zhang Guanghang recalled that when he was chatting with Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng laughed at himself that he was often scolded by the old man for his lack of talent. Compared with his great-great-grandfather, Jiang Feng was completely different.
Jiang Feng's talent would be criticized as a lack of talent, so what kind of person is the great grandfather he talks about!
Are all the Jiang family monsters?
"It's just a coincidence. Yesterday at noon, I made Yun chicken for my second brother. Inexplicably, it came out with the flavor I wanted. From now on, it became easier and smoother. It's just luck." Jiang Feng explained forcefully.
"You are indeed lucky." Zhang Guanghang smiled.
"By the way, do you like crispy apples?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Crispy apple? What is crispy apple?" Zhang Guanghang asked.
"You don't know about crispy apples? Didn't Mr. Xia make them for you?" Jiang Feng was surprised.
"I've never heard of this dish. Is it a dessert?" Zhang Guanghang asked, "My master probably never made it for me or taught me this dish. I have no impression at all."
Zhang Guanghang has never eaten crispy apples!
No, it should be said that Zhang Guanghang didn't know what a crispy apple was.
In this case, why does the game's friendly reminder say that crispy apples are a good choice?
Jiang Feng thought for a while, and he seemed to know what the saffron chicken in Zhang Guanghang's memory was.
Sure enough, elders all over the world like to fool the younger generation when they didn't understand anything when they were young.
Cao Guixiang is like this, his father is like this, the old man is like this, and probably Mr. Xia Mubing is like this too.
"Why don't you wait until you finish making the rice dumplings at Tai Feng Building, and I'll make you a crispy apple dish!" Jiang Feng said with a smile.
"When my family celebrates the Chinese New Year, this dish must be on the New Year's Eve dinner table. It's sweet and crispy, and the children like it the most."
Zhang Guanghang:? ? ?
Why did he feel... Jiang Feng's smile was a little strange.
Like a husky with evil intentions. (End of chapter)