Chapter 637 Recipe from Jiang Weisheng
Jiang Fengdao had tasted Baiweitang once, when Jiang Weiming made it at Jiang Yong's house. It is impossible to say that you can really drink all the tastes of life from the soup. It may be that Jiang Feng is not at a high level, but it still tastes good.
As for the strange-flavored soup, a shortened version of Baiweitang, Jiang Feng drinks it more often. The strange-flavored soup is the only dish that Jiang Weisheng can serve in Tai Feng Building. As long as Jiang Weisheng serves as a staff meal, it will definitely have a strange smell. Soup.
It is indeed a big challenge for a chef like Jiang Wengsheng, who is accustomed to making strange-flavored soups and whose thinking mode and production methods are fixed on strange-flavored soups, to try making Baiwei soup.
He was stuck from the beginning.
Jiang Weili felt like he was back when he was a child and was spanked by the teacher while reciting the text. He was full of confidence before he was spanked, but he was speechless on the spot after he was spanked.
Jiang Weiming was not like Jiang Feng. He had been drinking Baiwei soup for decades, and he knew exactly how Jiang Weiming made it. It stands to reason that even if you draw a tiger like a cat or a gourd like a gourd, you can still draw at least two or three points if you don't draw ten images. But now Jiang Wengsheng couldn't make the first stroke - he couldn't choose the ingredients.
"Xiao Feng, I think the ingredients are too little and not enough. How about... I go to the supermarket to buy some more?" Jiang Wengsheng hesitated for seven or eight minutes and then decided to go to the supermarket to buy some new products.
"Uncle Jiang, how can you choose the ingredients for Baiwei Soup? This soup is made with whatever is available!"
"Yes, yes, yes, you can do whatever you want, and you can do whatever you want." Jiang Wengsheng nodded repeatedly, and within three seconds he was doubting his confidence again, "But the remaining ingredients don't match."
"Look, this beef, pork tenderloin, pork belly, onions, cucumbers, tomatoes...the beef is still marinated. How do you make this soup? No soup is made like this." Jiang Wengwei retreated and beat the drum. Bang, just tell Jiang Feng that you stand here and don't move. I will go to Yongheju to buy two dozen lotus leaves for you and bring them back.
Jiang Feng:?
Are you looking down on my borscht?
"So it's up to you to pick. Uncle Jiang, don't feel any psychological burden. It's not a competition test, but Third Grandpa is hungry and wants to eat something. Think about it, this hundred-flavor soup not only fills your stomach but also quenches your thirst. It's easy to make. It's not particularly time-consuming if you do. If you continue to be so entangled, you might as well go to Yongheju to buy lotus leaf cakes from the beginning. If you continue to worry like this, it's time for the third grandfather to have dinner." Jiang Feng persuaded Jiang Feng kindly, and finally let Jiang Weng go aside. While struggling, I started to choose ingredients.
Jiang Weisheng took out the marinated beef from the basin, cut it into cubes, put it into a small bowl, added some ingredients and marinated it a second time. Then Jiang Wenshi was torn between cucumbers and tomatoes for a while, and chose tomatoes. Just like cutting the beef before, Jiang Wenshi cut the tomatoes into diced tomatoes that were about the same size as the diced beef.
"Xiao Feng, please help me marinate the pork belly and then cut it into slices and fry it in the pan to get out the oil." Jiang Weng said.
"Okay." Jiang Feng went to wash his hands, picked a relatively handy knife and began to slice the pork belly carefully.
The pork belly Jiang Weng bought was a bit fat, so it was perfect to simply marinate it into thin slices and fry it in a pan. The aroma comes out within a minute or two of the meat being put into the pot. Along with the aroma comes the fat wrapped in the fat. A thin layer of lard sticks to the bottom of the pot, highlighting the fatness of the pork belly.
"Uncle Jiang, do you want to fish out the pork belly now?" Jiang Feng felt that the heat was almost done, so he asked Jiang Wenshi, who was blanching the beef.
"No need to take it out, just turn down the heat. Xiaofeng, please help me put the bowl of chopped tomatoes in and stir-fry together." Jiang Wengwei was busy processing the beef and had no room for it.
Jiang Feng had never seen anything like stir-frying pork belly with diced tomatoes, but today the commander-in-chief of the kitchen was Jiang Weili. As a soldier, Jiang Feng naturally had to listen to the commander's orders, so he obeyed.
After pouring the tomatoes in and stir-frying twice, Jiang Wengsheng took the spatula from Jiang Feng and at the same time poured in the blanched diced beef and stir-fried them together. After almost every diced beef had a sheen of oil on its surface, Jiang Wengwei poured in the chopped onions just now, stir-fried briefly for a few times, then turned the heat to low and took it out of the cupboard. Use more than half of a bottle of tomato paste, pour all the remaining tomato paste into the pot, add water, bring to a boil over high heat and then turn to medium heat.
Although it doesn't smell like it, the soup looks a bit like borscht.
The soup was still in the pot, but Jiang Feng didn't know how it tasted. But looking at Jiang Wengsheng's cooking style, he felt that this pot of soup was already full of flavors.
To put it bluntly, Baiwei Soup is just about following your feelings. Whether it feels right or not depends entirely on the skill of the chef.
I just don’t know where the inspiration for this stew of beef, tomatoes, onions, and tomato sauce all in one pot came from.
The soup was boiling in the pot, and Jiang Feng stood beside it.
"Uncle Jiang, how did you think of making soup like this? I have never seen it done this way." Jiang Feng sighed.
"My wife used to do this when he was young. Just now I looked at these ingredients and suddenly remembered it." Jiang Sheng said, and started washing the cabbage.
“Is it delicious?”
“Not delicious.”
Jiang Feng:?
"But the taste is quite special. In fact, I have forgotten what it is made of. I remember that she fried pork belly, fresh beef and tomatoes together at that time. The taste of what came out was not to mention how strange it was, but I just I just remembered it for many years." In his spare time, Jiang Wengsheng simply talked about Zhang Li's dark history with Jiang Feng.
"Is it because it tastes bad?" Jiang Fengguang thought that this dish must be very dark.
"I don't remember. I don't remember the taste, but I just remember she made this dish." Jiang Weili shook his head, shook the water off the cabbage and put the cabbage into a clean bowl.
"Don't forget that your Grandma Zhang usually doesn't like to talk, and she doesn't seem to like talking to others. She is quite difficult to get along with. In fact, she is very easy to get along with. She has no other hobbies but loves to eat. She has been like this since she was young. , if she hadn’t loved eating, I wouldn’t have been able to catch up with her.”
"Your grandma Zhang graduated from a technical secondary school and was an accountant in a textile factory. She had a very respectable job. If it weren't for the fact that the cook in their textile factory broke his leg and couldn't go to work, I was temporarily assigned to the textile factory. I have been working in the factory canteen for a while, so I can’t talk to you, Grandma Zhang.”
"So Grandma Zhang likes you because of your good cooking skills?" Jiang Feng asked.
"No, she fell in love with me because your third grandfather is good at cooking." Jiang Weng said.
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
"I didn't even have a formal establishment at that time. I was a temporary worker at best, and my monthly salary was less than half of your grandma Zhang's. How could she like me? At that time, we weren't as bold in pursuing girls as you are now. Not only did I dare to express my love in public, but I also dared to express my love on TV. At that time, I could even secretly send a letter and put a note inside, which was considered very bold." When Jiang Wengsheng talked about this, he was very excited and beaming.
Maybe every older person likes to mention the past events to the younger generation, especially the emotional aspects and great achievements.
"Didn't I help in the kitchen of their textile factory during that time? Not only did I have to help with cooking, but sometimes I would also help go to the window to pick up food when someone had something to do. It was when I was picking up food that I saw your Grandma Zhang. One of our families is in the east of the city and the other is in the west of the city. We usually don’t have the chance to meet each other.” Jiang Wengsheng said and digressed, “I was shy at that time, and I didn’t even dare to hand over a note because I wasn’t from their textile factory. . Then I thought of a way to give her breakfast.”
"But I didn't have money to buy meat buns at that time, so I gave her the vegetable buns your third grandfather left for me in the morning."
"Then it happened?" Jiang Feng looked in disbelief. Jiang Weili actually deceived his wife with a few vegetable buns.
"Of course it is. When you were talking to Grandma Zhang, you thought I made the buns."
"But didn't Grandma Zhang know that you didn't make the buns later?" Jiang Feng said.
Jiang Wengshi looked like you don't understand: "That doesn't matter. Your third grandfather always leaves food for me every meal. Your grandma Zhang and I always bring lunch boxes when we go on dates. She eats mine and I eat it." Hers. After talking for a long time, your third grandfather also got to know her. If he made something good, such as meat buns or cabbage and pork dumplings, he would leave some for her. "
Jiang Feng seemed to understand why when he first went to Jiang Weng's house, Zhang Li was able to stay in the room so naturally when he didn't call her, and automatically walked to the living room to get a bowl of food as soon as the meal started.
It turned out that I was used to it.
"What's going on with that fried beef, pork belly, and fried tomatoes that Grandma Zhang cooked?" After listening to Jiang Weisheng talking for so long, Jiang Feng suddenly realized that the two of them had gone off topic a long time ago.
What I originally wanted to talk about was inspiration, but in the end we talked about love.
"Well, doesn't your grandma Zhang like to eat it? But she doesn't know how to cook it. She usually cooks noodles and rice at home, and at most cucumbers, but he can't do it if she lets her cook." Jiang Weili Explained, "It may be a little better now. When I was young, I couldn't even fry cabbage well."
"But I'm a cook myself. It doesn't matter if she knows how to cook." Jiang Wengsheng lifted the lid of the pot, took a look at the soup in the pot, and turned down the heat a little.
"She cooked that dish when she was pregnant. I remember she was about to give birth at that time and took maternity leave to stay at home. Your third grandfather and the other chefs in the state-owned hotel considered that your grandma Zhang was about to give birth at that time. They needed To eat some good nutrition, I gathered some beef and pork belly and asked me to take it back and cook her two good meals.”
"Meat was very expensive at that time, and we didn't have a refrigerator in the house to store fresh meat in the summer. We couldn't bear to cook it all, so we fried a little bit every day and ate it bit by bit. As a result, when we had the last bit left, There was a banquet held in the neighboring county, so Master took me with him. I was so anxious that I forgot about the meat at home and left directly.”
"Then what?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Then there's nothing you can do about it, Grandma Zhang. I can't go home while I'm away. Although she doesn't know how to cook, she can't just watch the meat stink at home, so she bites the bullet and burns the two pieces of meat together. ." Jiang Sheng said.
"Then why are there tomatoes?" Jiang Feng was puzzled.
"When I used to cook meat, I always mixed meat and vegetables together, so she imitated me and just randomly took two tomatoes and cooked them with the meat." Jiang Wengwei couldn't help laughing when he said this. .
"Why don't they always say that a woman is stupid for three years after she is pregnant? She is usually very shrewd, but her brain becomes dull when she is pregnant. I followed my master to the next county for three days, and when I came home The food was not finished yet. She couldn't bear to finish it by herself, so she left a small portion of the plate for me. She was afraid that the food would be spoiled, so she heated it up every few hours and even got up from time to time to put the food on the stove. Warm up, I haven’t slept well for several days.”
"Although that dish doesn't taste good, it's not bad at all." Jiang Wenshi's eyes were filled with smiles.
Jiang Feng immediately understood why Jiang Wengshi could see these ingredients, and thought of the weird dish Zhang Li cooked for him.
If a person can eat such a dish in his life, how can he forget it?
As we talked, it was time to make the strange soup.
The soup in the pot has completely turned into the color of tomato soup, but it smells more than just tomatoes. In short, it is weird.
But after Jiang Feng listened to the story Jiang Weili told him, he felt that the smell didn't smell so weird anymore.
Jiang Weisheng put the previously washed cabbage into the hot soup and blanched it. After a few minutes, he turned off the heat and the soup was ready.
"Ding, congratulations to the player for getting Jiang Sheng's recipe: Baiwei Soup."
"Oh, why did I make this soup? I just don't know if the soup tastes good or not. I don't know if the beef is cooked well. Xiaofeng, would you like to help me taste it first?" The soup is ready, Jiang Wengwei. Getting nervous again.
"Okay." Jiang Feng quickly went to find a bowl, filled himself a small half spoonful of Baiwei soup that looked like borscht, and blew on it.
"Uncle Jiang, don't worry, I think the soup you made today will be very delicious." Jiang Feng said with a smile. (End of chapter)