Chapter 750 Pigeon Swallows Swallow
As soon as he arrived at Tai Feng Tower, Jiang Feng went to look for bird's nests to soak his hair.
The best golden bird's nests are used.
Originally, Tai Feng Lou did not always keep golden bird's nests in the kitchen. The old man basically didn't know how to cook bird's nest dishes except for the poor clear soup with willow leaf agarwood. Jiang Weiming was not very good at bird's nest dishes, and Jiang Feng was at best. Stew a bird's nest with rock sugar for Comrade Wang Xiulian.
Such a good thing as golden bird's nest would definitely be wasted if placed in the back kitchen of Tai Feng Building.
But things are different now. Tai Fung House has a new head chef.
A master of Cantonese cuisine and a chef who knows how to cook expensive dishes.
As long as it's expensive, there's no one that Sun Mao can't do.
Sun Maocai usually comes to the kitchen very late. He has a lot of activities in the morning. He gets up early and goes home for a morning run to take a shower. After taking a shower, he goes to the restaurant downstairs to have a breakfast that costs less than 15 yuan, and then he has to go Buy a morning newspaper from the newsstand and be sure to read the newspaper before coming to work.
As soon as Sun Maocai entered the kitchen, he saw the bowl of soaked bird's nest next to Jiang Feng.
"What are you going to cook?" Sun Maocai was a little curious. He had been working in Tai Feng Building for almost half a month, and he had never seen anyone other than him cooking bird's nest dishes.
"The pigeon swallows the swallow." Jiang Feng said.
"Ge Tunyan." Sun Maocai suddenly felt that he had something to say, and before he said the next sentence, he suddenly realized that Jiang Feng was an expert in making eight-treasure chestnut pigeons, and there would definitely be no problem in making Pigeon Tunyan.
"Are you going to make the soup specifically or just use the soup you made yesterday?" Sun Maocai asked.
The method of pigeon swallowing pigeon is basically the same as that of Babao Lixiang pigeon. Three-month-old meat pigeon is deboned, the belly is cut and stuffed with bird's nest, ham and pine needles, and finally steamed. The two most difficult points, deboning pine needles and whole pigeons, are not a problem for Jiang Feng. He is not bragging. With his experience in making eight-treasure chestnut pigeons and his current level, he can debone squabs with his eyes closed. .
Before Babao Lixiangge was born, Getonyan once had the reputation of being the best soup in the world.
Of course, as we all know, there are five of the Four Heavenly Kings, and there is more than one best soup in the world.
The difficulty in thickening the eight-treasure chestnut-flavored pigeon is in thickening the soup, and the difficulty in swallowing the pigeon is in the heat.
Babao Chestnut Pigeon is steamed, which actually doesn’t take long. Pigeon Tunyan relies on stewing, which requires stewing the pigeons that have been shaped by flying water with the previously dismantled individual skeletons and specially prepared stock for four to five hours. Because the time is too long, controlling the heat becomes the key. If you are not careful, the fragile body of the pigeon will crack. Not only will the pigeon meat lose its original sweetness, but the bird's nest buried in the pigeon's belly will also leak out. Make this dish change from swallowing swallow to spit swallow.
Of course, for Jiang Feng now, controlling this kind of heat is not a problem.
The problem is the stock.
If the soup stock needs to be carefully subdivided, it can be divided into many types, and the ingredients and cooking methods will also have some subtle differences. But they are roughly the same. They are basically soups made from ham, pork and old hens.
Dishes that usually require the use of stock do not need to be so particular, as long as it is a good pot of soup. But for top dishes like Jiang's Ginseng Soup, Pigeon Swallow Soup, and even Taishi Snake Soup, the broth has become a crucial factor in determining the upper limit of its taste. Therefore, if you want to truly make a top-notch dish, the broth needs to be specially prepared. Boil, a dish with a kind of soup.
"Just use yesterday's." Jiang Feng said.
If he wants to do S-level pigeon swallowing, of course he needs to make a special pot of soup stock. But he only needs to make a buffed A-level pigeon swallow, let Wu Minqi eat it and see if it can solve the current dilemma of not being able to find inspiration, so there is no need to go to such trouble.
Sun Maocai didn't say much more. He just said that if you have any questions, you can ask me, and then went about his own business.
The Pigeon Tunyan, which is destined to be impossible to reach S level, cannot cause discussion or even sensation in the current kitchen of Tai Feng House. Because the stewing time is relatively long, Jiang Feng is afraid that he will forget it when he is busy at noon, so he specifically asked Ji Xia to remember it. Set the time and be reminded every hour.
"By the way, Xia Xia, how has your pastry been practicing recently?" Jiang Feng suddenly remembered that before reading the memory last night, he issued a task issued by the master who was complained by the game as irresponsible, and decided to care about his apprentice. Learn the process and become a master who may be a little responsible.
Ji Xia, who had not been cared about by her master for a long time and had not been asked about her cooking progress, at this moment remembered the fear of being dominated by Crab Stuffed Orange.
"Just...just..." Ji Xia started the poor student mode of not being able to answer the teacher's questions again. He lowered his head for a long time and couldn't say a word, "Just...just the same as before."
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Jiang Feng sighed, deeply realizing that he seemed to be an irresponsible master, but he could not take responsibility for the white case, so he could only find a reliable, qualified and skilled white case master for Ji Xia. Get on the agenda and be at the front of your schedule.
"Practice more these two days and don't relax. Master will come to check how your shortbread is doing in a few days," Jiang Feng said.
Ji Xia nodded and was about to leave when she suddenly remembered that she actually had good news to tell Jiang Feng: "By the way, Uncle Jiang said that the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon and he will teach me how to make mooncakes next week."
Since the generational relationship in the Jiang family is quite confusing, all those who Ji Xia couldn't figure out their relationship with and didn't know their names were called uncles, uncles, grandparents.
"Moon cakes?" Jiang Feng thought for a while. It was only August and the Mid-Autumn Festival was in October, but if it was teaching, it had to start.
And he can teach mooncakes.
He has a recipe for fresh meat mooncakes. Although he doesn't make it very well, he knows how to make mistakes, can teach others, and has rich experience in making mistakes.
"What mooncake? Are they Cantonese-style mooncakes or Soviet-style mooncakes?" Jiang Feng felt that if Jiang Jianguo came to teach, it would most likely be fresh meat mooncakes.
"Fresh meat mooncakes!" Ji Xia's eyes lit up when she mentioned this. It was obvious that the fresh meat mooncakes from Babao Zhai last year left her with very good memories.
Having said that, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and it’s time for Babao Zhai to make a fortune.
I'm a little jealous when I think about it.
"Then Xia Xia, just study hard and ask Master if you don't understand anything." Jiang Feng said with a smile, ending this useless conversation and sending Ji Xia to do her own thing.
Pigeon Tunyan was not finished until 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Before that, few people in the kitchen noticed that Jiang Feng was making new dishes. They all thought that Jiang Feng was making Babao Chestnut Pigeon. Zhang Weiyu was a little strange and asked Jiang Feng once why Babao Chestnut pigeon takes so long to steam.
Since the pigeon swallows are stewed, this time we only wanted the buff and not the quality. The buffed pigeon swallows could only be made three times a day, so Jiang Feng cooked three in one pot, one for Wu Minqi and one for Ji Getun. He and Ji Getunyan One Xia Xia.
Ji Xia had to inform Jiang Feng every hour that she actually kept the Ge Tunyan, but she didn't know what was in it. She had never even heard of Jiang Feng telling her about Ge Tunyan. Seeing that the food was about to come out of the pot, Ji Xia stood by the pot and was reluctant to leave. She also wanted to see what it was.
"Xia Xia, go and ask your sisters Wu and Ji Yue to come over." Jiang Feng said.
Ji Xia could only go and call someone first.
By the time Ji Xia came back with Ji Yue and Wu Minqi, Jiang Feng had already put the pigeon into the cup usually used to hold eight-treasure chestnut pigeon. One squab was half a cup of broth, which looked like a clear stew. Pigeon.
"Jiang Feng, didn't I tell you a few days ago that you don't have to do this? Give me a few more wontons and it's better than anything else," Ji Yue said.
Jiang Feng:...
You haven't eaten less wontons, and I haven't seen any inspiration from you.
Jiang Feng smiled: "I will always do what I promised you, and it's not that difficult."
"The boss is very particular!" Ji Yue gave Jiang Feng a thumbs up and slapped her in the face of a false and perfunctory workplace horse.
Wu Minqi didn't have much reaction, and she didn't even have any expression on her face. She was still in a state of wandering mind. Without saying a word, she took a few pairs of chopsticks and a few spoons and distributed them to everyone.
Still saying nothing, Wu Minqi picked up a portion of Pigeon Tunyan and walked to the side and ate it quietly.
"By the way, Jiang Feng, I forgot to ask you during lunch today, is your Qiqi worried about something recently?" Ji Yue asked in a low voice when she saw Wu Minqi walking to the side.
"You can see it too." Jiang Feng lowered his voice.
"I have noticed a long time ago that your Qiqi was acting a little weird two or three days ago, as if she had something on her mind. Today she is even more abnormal. Was she stimulated by Zhou Shi?" Ji Yue was still observing. Very keen.
"Probably not." Jiang Feng felt that Wu Minqi was not a person who would be easily provoked by others. "Qiqi was probably looking for inspiration. She said that he remembered eating a dish that seemed to be a copycat but did not seem to be a copycat. She Haven’t we been doing double-handedness for a while now? We’ve been eating red-oiled sourdough for breakfast for a while now. Qiqi must have been a bit overwhelmed after doing it for so long.”
Ji Yue blinked her eyes quickly in confusion, obviously not understanding Niu Jiao Jian who couldn't do hand copying: "Then have you ever asked her why she suddenly wanted to do hand copying?"
Jiang Feng was stunned.
Yes, he only knew that Wu Minqi was desperate because she couldn't make what she wanted, but he didn't understand why Wu Minqi suddenly wanted to do this.
He didn't ask, and Wu Minqi didn't mention it. It seemed like it just started one day. Jiang Feng thought about it carefully and found that the beginning could be traced back to a long time ago, even to the day when Wu Minqi suddenly proposed that she would contract for breakfast every morning.
Why is Wu Minqi making breakfast?
Jiang Feng thought for a while. He couldn't remember it clearly because it had been so long. He only remembered that Wu Minqi seemed to say that she wanted to find a balance between spiciness and deliciousness, and wanted to make dishes that were spicy but acceptable and delicious to humans.
But what does this have to do with copying?
Jiang Feng suddenly realized that Ji Yue had raised a very critical question.
Everything happens for a reason, and no one wants to practice a dish on a whim for no reason and stick to it. Zhang Guanghang suddenly studied saffron chicken because he remembered his childhood memories. Jiang Feng suddenly practiced so many dishes inexplicably because he got these recipes.
But why is Wu Minqi doing this?
If she makes breakfast because she wants to find that balance, then why does she make handwriting?
Jiang Feng felt that even Qiqi herself couldn't figure out the reason for this, so she was so distressed.
As for whether she can figure it out, it depends on whether Ge Tunyan is useful today. (End of chapter)