Chapter 69 is stable!
"Hey!"
When the pork liver and pork loin are put into the pot, a hot white smoke rises from the pot.
Pork liver and kidneys were stir-fried in boiling oil mixed with rapeseed oil and lard. Fang Yan quickly stir-fried a few times. After they were all stir-fried, Fang Yan immediately added chopped red pickled peppers, green onions, and wild sansho peppers. Go in.
With the "squeaking" sound of boiling oil, an alluring smell comes out.
Fang Yan kept stir-frying, coating these ingredients and pork liver and pork loin with a shiny sheen of oil. Under the heat, the aroma filled the entire kitchen.
Zhu Lin on the side looked at the dishes in the pot and couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. Fang Yan had already cooked several dishes and brought them out. In addition to the casserole, there was also Xuewang. This was the last dish.
Fang Yan has three stoves and three pots by herself, which just opened her eyes.
If you need to stir-fry, use a natural gas stove, and if you need to simmer, use a coal stove under the windowsill. (BJ started city gas supply in 1958)
What is cooked is all serious Sichuan cuisine. After each dish is prepared, Zhu Lin will taste the saltiness and saltiness of each dish, and each dish will give Zhu Lin an eye-opening feeling.
It's not like I haven't eaten the same dish before, but it's obviously much more delicious in dialect.
Obviously she had watched him make it, and it seemed no different from anyone else, but even though it felt so delicious, Zhu Lin suspected that he had some kind of psychological blessing from Fang Yan, because he thought his cooking was more delicious.
How did he know that Fang Yan took the cooking skills taught by the state banquet chef he had seen in his previous life, and used them directly after being blessed by the system, so he could have such a good taste.
Fortunately, the Fang family is in good condition and has a complete range of seasonings. If it were a poorer family and Fang Yan used oil like this, his parents would be heartbroken.
Today I’m talking about cooking Sichuan cuisine, and I’m pressed for time, otherwise Fang Yan would have planned to make some medicinal dishes.
"Shua", the flames rose up in the pot along with the oil vapor, and rushed all over the kitchen. She was startled by this hand just now, but now she immediately knew that it was time to hand over the plate herself.
Sure enough, the next second, Fang Yan took the pot off the stove and stir-fried the last stir-fried liver and kidneys, also called hot liver and kidneys.
After placing the plate, Fang Yan handed Zhu Lin a pair of chopsticks and asked her to taste it first, while he immediately started washing the pot.
He likes to wash the pot while it's hot, and doesn't like to leave it until later.
This is still the habit of cooking in my previous life.
When Fang Yan was cleaning the pot, Zhu Lin held the chopsticks. The dish in front of him had just come out of the pot, and the heat after stir-frying had risen, bringing with it a unique aroma. Discerning diners call this pot qi.
Willow leaf liver slices, phoenix tail kidney flowers, and a bowl of dialect-prepared gravy before serving. Zhu Lin picked up two slices with chopsticks and put them into his mouth.
After the teeth touched, the liver slices and kidney flowers immediately flicked, and they were immediately melted in the mouth. Every bite was accompanied by this crispy feeling, and then the spicy seasoning taste combined with the slightly sour taste of the bowl of gravy. The heat of the gas stimulates the taste buds.
There is no fishy smell of offal, just crisp, tender, smooth and just the right amount of heat in every bite.
"Yes! It's delicious!" Zhu Lin nodded repeatedly. She had the same comment on those dishes just now. She was a little tired of talking about it, but this was the only way to express it. She was already at a loss for words.
Fang Yan nodded, put the wok away, grabbed the mung bean sprouts and put them into the casserole, and said:
"Okay, you take the dishes out. My casserole Xuewang is ready. I'll be here soon. Let them all sit at the table."
"Okay." Zhu Lin responded.
Ordinarily, Zhu Lin was the guest and should serve the dishes in dialect, but neither of them took these rules to heart, so from the beginning, they were the two of them working together in the kitchen.
"The food is here!" Zhu Lin walked out of the kitchen with the freshly baked and steaming food, and said to his father and Fang Yan's parents at the same time:
"There is one last dish. It will be out soon. Let's all serve it." Professor Zhu was speechless when he heard his daughter's tone. It sounded like she was the owner of the family.
I helped out the first time I came to the door.
After thinking about it, he felt that he finally understood the logic behind the behavior:
This girl in my family is in a hurry to get married!
But it makes sense to think about it. She is already 25 years old. Girls of the same age have become mothers, and many of their children can memorize multiplication tables.
It's not normal to not be in a hurry.
Thinking of this, Professor Zhu felt relieved.
Just looking at my girl looking like she doesn't need money makes me feel a little uncomfortable.
If you want to get married, don't make it so obvious!
Wouldn't it be nice to be a little more reserved?
As soon as he served the dishes, his attention was quickly attracted by the dishes cooked in dialect on the table.
Twice-cooked pork with garlic sprouts, shredded fish-flavored pork, Sichuan-style braised pork, mapo tofu, minced white pork with garlic paste, stir-fried liver and kidneys, and loofah soup with mottagon seeds.
They were all meat dishes, and the portion was definitely made with extra meat. This meal was really sincere to the Fang family.
Just now I was smoking and chatting with Fang Zhenhua, talking about some changes after the mid-month conference, and I only smelled some fragrance. Now when I sat at the table, I realized that not only did it smell good, but the color also looked very attractive.
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Professor Zhu had been to the state banquet and knew what the level of the state banquet was. Before he even tasted Fang Yan's knife skills, Professor Zhu had already given a high score in his heart and could not help but start to salivate.
It should be said that he really has no pursuit of this appetite on weekdays. After all, he is a person who is used to living a hard life. But now when he saw the dialect dishes, it immediately became intertwined with the state banquet dishes in his memories, and he felt greedy in his stomach. I just can't control it.
This guy's craftsmanship seems to be something good?
"The last dish, the casserole is full of blood. It's good for eight dishes." Fang Yan walked out of the kitchen carrying the small tumbling casserole.
Zhu Lin ran ahead of him and put a plate and small wooden blocks on the table to prevent the hot casserole from burning the table. The two of them worked together quite well.
Now everyone was seated. Originally, Father Fang Yan wanted to take out the wine, but when he asked, everyone present today did not drink.
It makes sense to think that this is either a doctor or a professor. Drinking alcohol is either irresponsible to the patient or irresponsible to one's own brain.
So for today’s meal, everyone should eat it with open stomachs.
"Come on, don't be polite, just do whatever you want and use your chopsticks!" Fang Zhenhua, the head of the family, didn't know what to say and directly announced that the banquet was open.
He knows his son's cooking skills best. He believes that after eating this meal, both Zhu Lin and Professor Zhu will have a deep impression of the dialect.
He Huiru also echoed:
"Yes, especially the liver and kidneys should be served while they are hot. They will not taste so good when they are cold."
Professor Zhu, who couldn't wait for a long time, didn't show any politeness. He picked up the twice-cooked pork on the plate in front of him with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.
The red oil wraps the curly meat slices and collides with the taste buds in the mouth. The mellow aroma of black beans and pork, as well as the fragrance of garlic sprouts, keep rolling and jumping in the mouth.
The more he chewed, the more delicious it became. Professor Zhu’s eyes lit up. He couldn’t help but point at the food and said vaguely:
"Yeah, yeah, yes, that's what it tastes like! The dishes at the state banquet...are exactly the same as this!"
Hearing Professor Zhu's high praise, the old couple of the Fang family immediately exchanged glances with each other, and both saw one meaning in each other's eyes:
Stable!
(End of chapter)