Chapter 597: Face hurts
The master who often jerked off to skewers in his previous life, his skills are not something to be boasted about.
As he slowly fanned the flames, Ning Weimin's first batch of dozens of mutton skewers was completed soon.
It is sizzling, oily, brown and crispy!
Especially because it is sprinkled with cumin and chili pepper, the aroma of his kebabs is very unique and very attractive.
It smells much stronger than the roasted meat cooked over pine wood.
Needless to say, at this time, the only ones qualified to take the first bite are the two old men.
Ning Weimin quickly called Luo Guangliang and Zhang Shihui to get the plates and asked them to present a few skewers to Kang Shude and "Zhang Dashao" respectively.
If you are an ordinary person, you may have some concerns when you see the red layer of chili powder on the mutton skewers.
After all, Sichuan cuisine is not very popular in Beijing these days, and people in Beijing are generally afraid of spicy food.
But these two old men are both well-informed masters. They have eaten and seen a lot, and this spiciness is nothing to them.
The two of them were not afraid at all, they picked it up and took a bite of it.
After eating this, Kang Shude’s eyes lit up first.
Obviously he was a big surprise.
But probably because of "Zhang Dashao's" face, the old man was embarrassed to praise his apprentice directly, so he could only express his happiness very implicitly.
"Well, the taste is quite special, and the meat is not too hard when roasted. I can still chew it. I said, how dare you kid to do the same thing? You have hidden a little trick here. And it's quite well hidden..."
Even "Zhang Dashao" nodded frequently and said, "Well, the heat is just right. It's fat and thin, not tangy but not greasy. What about your seasoning... Hey, it's interesting."
< br>At this time, Luo Guangliang and Zhang Shihui, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, stopped being polite. They each picked up a few skewers and ate happily.
Luo Guangliang was a man of few words. He just gave a thumbs up and cheered with his movements.
On the contrary, Zhang Shihui boasted happily, and all that came out of his mouth were "rainbow farts".
"Weimin, the meat skewers you grilled are so good! With the charcoal fire flavor and the seasonings, it's amazing how the lamb can taste like you! Anyway, for me, there is no other way. If there is anything more enjoyable than eating this kind of kebab, it would be to have another bite of it! Come on, brother, let’s have a drink with him!”
After taking a sip, he handed Sun Wufu a few more strings.
Sun Wufu was originally very afraid of the red pepper on the meat skewers.
It can be seen that everyone enjoyed the food and gave it good reviews, so I gave it a try.
As a result, he stuttered and really didn’t regret it.
This hot and spicy taste reveals an alternative and soul-stirring beauty.
As soon as he ate it, he couldn’t let go.
Even though it was spicy, he still couldn't stand it, and if he wasn't careful, iron marks were burned on both sides of his mouth.
But I still had to breathe in, and said with a smile, "It smells so good! It's delicious!"
Look at Ning Weimin at this time, he was grilled for the second time in high spirits Dialed.
He fanned a big cattail fan back and forth in his left hand, and skillfully and evenly sprinkled fine salt on the mutton skewers with his right hand.
It’s so proud and proud.
The most irritating thing is the boastful words in his mouth, which sound so irritating.
"How about it? As for my kebab, everyone has to say yes. That means when you eat one skewer, you want two skewers, and when you eat two skewers, you want ten skewers!"
"Why? Because the food must be in line with a person's temperament and spleen. Didn't I, Uncle Kang, just say that barbecue can make people feel the rough and rough texture of the grassland, and even Fan Kuai draws his sword and eats pig legs? ”
"As the saying goes, 'Yan and Zhao are so generous and tragic people', the food in our capital city, especially the barbecue, should have a bit of the wind and sand of the desert. How can we just focus on exquisiteness and freshness?"
Look, isn’t this a challenge?
What does this mean?
It’s just that although his barbecue is rough, it is a food that shows the blood of a man, and it is better than the tender roasted barbecue.
Although the seasoning of "Zhang Da Shao" is good, the more refined it is, the less manly it becomes.
Not surprisingly, "Zhang Dashao" couldn't stand his arrogance.
The old man was eating the second skewer, and he immediately put it down. He was also critical and nudged his nose with his finger.
“Hey, wait a minute, don’t brag. There’s something wrong with your baking method. To make delicious dishes, it’s important to put the seasoning first and then put it away.”
“For example, salt, things that are not easy to rot after cooking should be put later. Especially white meat, if you add salt first, the protein will shrink and the taste will not be good.”
“Another example is adding garlic. The fish that highlights the garlic flavor, such as roasted eggplant, should be slaughtered alive, but it cannot be cooked immediately. The fish will become hard when it is dead and will become soft after a while. The taste will be better after it is soft. "< br>
"You obviously spread the salt too early. It's only right that you spread the salt last..."
To be honest, Ning Weimin has no doubt about the professionalism of "Zhang Dashao".
But at this time, he is not willing to bow his head, and he also has reasons to prevaricate. How can he be humble and teachable?
Then he curled his lips and said, "Old man, what's wrong with you? It's not a matter of nitpicking, it's just a handful of salt. Didn't we just say that barbecue requires roughness." "I'm still telling you. I’d like to have some seasoning for my barbecue. If you don’t believe it, let’s try it.”
"Even if you just bring me anything. No matter it's green peppers, garlic, or even steamed buns, as long as you sprinkle it with my seasoning, it will be delicious when grilled. It's called a fresh move, and I'll eat it all over the world... "
As for this provocation, "Zhang Dashao" has not said anything yet.
Kang Shude was already unhappy, and the old man glared at Ning Weimin.
"Look at you, you are so crazy and have the same old habit of being stinky, aren't you? Master Zhang is kind enough to give you some advice. You don't say thank you, but you pretend to be tall. I don't know how much you weigh. Huh? Without Master Zhang, what would you have in your 'Tan Palace'?
However, what he didn't expect was that "Zhang Dashao" would actually speak for him.
“Hey, brother, I’m serious. This altar palace cannot be said to have been supported by my own efforts. You, my apprentice, are still very capable. If it were someone else, It’s impossible to make this happen.”
“Actually, it’s up to him to help me. Otherwise, wouldn’t the whole capital be full of palace food that has gone astray? What’s the use of this thing in my stomach? It’s really rotten in the stomach.”
“As for the seasoning, he is right. Roast lamb with this seasoning is indeed delicious. After all, this is the authentic Uyghur barbecue spice. Not many of us here recognize cumin.”
“This is just like the authentic pancake fruit in Jinmen. You can’t miss the peppercorns. Sprinkling that stuff can remove the beany smell and give it a unique flavor. It’s not easy for him to find and combine and use it so reasonably..."
As soon as the last word "cumin" came into his ears, Ning Weimin couldn't help but be surprised.
He really didn't expect that "Zhang Dashao" was actually a know-it-all in the kitchen. It seemed that there was nothing he didn't know about food.
In that case, wouldn’t it be like playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong again?
But what was even more unexpected was that as soon as his mind wandered to this point, his dream came true.
The old man smiled and said, "But, compared to my condiments, I'm afraid it's a little worse."
Then the chef took out a small glass bottle from his arms, shook it and said.
“I originally prepared this dry dipping sauce for Zhizi BBQ, and I also added a bit of naturalness. Everything I eat is light first and then heavy, so I haven’t had time to take it out. I didn’t expect you to use it first. Let's grill the meat. Since you said that fine meat is worse than coarse meat, let's compare it. Which one is better, your simple one, or my more complicated one? Man? "
Man?
My pussy, please me!
Ning Weimin felt that his face was in danger of becoming swollen, so he quickly shook his head. I gave in.
"No, no, now that you've said this, I believe you have this ability! Well, I'd better not humiliate myself. But I'm curious, how do you know about cumin? Do you Have you ever been to the northwest?”
“Yes, but even if you haven’t been, I recognize Cumin.”
“Zhang Dashao” paused and said the answer. It’s surprising but also reasonable.
“Don’t forget, during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, he fought with Xiaohezhuo, and even took in a Uyghur concubine. Cumin was brought into the palace by Uyghur chefs at that time , but it was just called wild fennel. From then on, Uighur-style barbecue was added to the palace barbecue, and this is an indispensable seasoning. In terms of historical origin, I don’t know what the condiment recipe was. Is yours authentic, or is mine better?”
Ning Weimin rolled his eyes at the crowding, and his face started to hurt, just like when chili powder was sprinkled on his face.
"Come on, my Master Zhang. I told you this, am I still dissatisfied? Has Xiang Fei moved out? You are awesome..."
I didn't expect that I would still be scolded just like this. Woolen cloth.
Kang Shude was annoyed when he heard this.
"What kind of fragrant concubine? What nonsense? Where did Qianlong marry any kind of fragrant concubine? The only concubine of Hebu was Concubine Rong."
And just when Ning Weimin was being scolded by his master , "Zhang Dashao" also moved.
This old man was really competitive.
He went straight to get a handful of meat skewers brought by Ning Weimin, sprinkled some of the seasoning on them, and grilled them on the charcoal fire.
Not to mention, the meaty aroma emanating from the meat skewers this time was obviously more tempting than the ones Ning Weimin grilled.
So the young people all waited eagerly, and the skewers grilled by Ning Weimin turned out to be a little less fragrant.
Even Ning Weimin couldn't care less about his disappointment. All he could think about was how delicious this bunch would be.
What's more, the tourists in the corridor outside Beishen Kitchen were all attracted.
As long as they smell this smell, almost everyone will be hooked.
One by one, they looked around curiously.
Where does this smell of meat come from?
Could it be that there is a restaurant in the park?
Soon, I heard a child crying.
And it was a heartbreaking howl.
"Rourou, I want to eat meat, no bread, no..."
(End of this chapter)