Chapter 197 Radish Bone Soup
[It turns out that the subsidy is not as large as we imagined, and part of it is distributed directly as eggs and milk. Teacher Zhang explained it clearly. 】
【When I saw Teacher Zhang, she was the kind of person who was sincere and idealistic. She was unmarried and had no children and had devoted her whole life to rural education. It was really too much to criticize her. 】
【I’m convinced! Can these media please stop taking quotes out of context! They have actually started to move and question Teacher Zhang’s content! 】
【The unscrupulous media has really gone too far. Have you ever thought about how Teacher Zhang felt when he saw it? 】
[I was skeptical at first, but now I regret it. Some media are really inhumane. 】
【Look! The program team responded so quickly! The tone is also very strong! 】
【Some official media came out to refute the rumors directly. I love this speed, hahaha! 】
【I hope Teacher Zhang won’t see it from beginning to end, and don’t break her heart. 】
……
Teacher Zhang is carefully peeling potatoes.
Her movements are not very flexible.
Her eyes, which have become cloudier as she gets older, have also become an obstacle for her.
After working hard for a long time, she peeled a dozen potatoes.
But I don’t know how many times more tiring than moving a vegetable basket.
When she thought about the two big baskets of potatoes, she...
Huh?
Where are the potatoes?
Brush brush brush.
A very rhythmic sound came from my ears.
Teacher Zhang's eyes moved, and soon he opened his eyes wide in shock -
Nanzhi's movements of holding the knife in one hand and the potatoes in the other could be described as nonchalant.
She didn’t even look down, but her hands were so flexible that they almost left an afterimage.
The snowy light on the blade flashed past, and the potato skins as thin as cicada wings rustled down.
Of course.
This is nothing to Nanzhi.
Potatoes are large in yield and cheap, and are most suitable for practicing knife skills.
The entry of every chef is accompanied by the "death" of countless potatoes.
It’s no surprise that peeling potatoes is just a basic operation.
But in Teacher Zhang’s opinion, this may not be the case.
She was so shocked that she could not speak at first.
Then, he stammered and asked:
"Teacher Nan, Nan used to be a professional peeler of potatoes?"
After thinking about it carefully, Nanzhi thought about it carefully. , answer:
"Semi-professional chef."
Because it is not full-time, or even the main job, it is described as semi-professional...
Well, this is reasonable.
[The vast group of chefs in China fell into silence. 】
【Boss Nan, Boss Nan, how can you make me, who aspires to become the top chef in China, feel so embarrassed? 】
【If this is all semi-professional, then all professional chefs can collectively take off their hats. 】
[Humility is too much. 】
【Teacher Zhang actually believed it? Let’s take a look at the person who just secretly smeared his family. Could this be someone with a lot of evil intentions? 】
【You can’t blame Teacher Zhang for being too naive, I can only say that Nanzhi’s tone is too serious. If I hadn’t followed the first two live broadcasts, I would have believed it! 】
……
Teacher Zhang’s mind has been automatically replaced——
"Semi-professional" equals "amateur".
It is equal to "enthusiast".
Teacher Zhang suddenly realized:
“It turns out that Teacher Nan likes to cook.”
Nan Zhi nodded this time.
More than just liking it, I should say loving it!
Teacher Zhang suddenly suggested: "How about Teacher Nan be responsible for one dish at noon? Today I plan to make two dishes and one soup, roast pork with potatoes, stir-fried Chinese cabbage and radish bone soup. Teacher Nan, would you choose one?" ”
After all, it’s the first day at school.
Nanzhi did not take over all the dishes, but said:
"Then I'll be in charge of the radish bone soup."
Teacher Zhang nodded seriously:
"It seems that your cooking skills are good, Teacher Nan."
"Indeed. ”
【‘The cooking skills are okay’ Nanzhi! What a contemporary Versailles is this! 】
[Just wait until Teacher Zhang is shocked! 】
【Carrot bone soup seems not difficult, I want to see hard dishes! Great dish! 】
【Just be a Wensi tofu and dazzle the audience! 】
【How about ordering here? Don’t think of Nanzhi as omnipotent! 】
……
There are many ways to eat radish, and different varieties of radish also correspond to different cooking methods.
The basket in front of Nanzhi is a large white radish, which is as thick as a child's arm. It is warm and ivory white. After peeling, it is crisp, tender and sweet, with sufficient water. It can also be stewed for a long time, and the flavor will develop over time, which is very suitable. Used to stew soup with pork ribs.
The village canteen can't afford the expensive fine meat spare ribs, so they use big stick bones. The meat shreds on them are almost clean, and there are only two or three small ones.
At most, its function is to add a hint of meat flavor to the bland white radish soup, but other than that, it has no other effect.
Fortunately, after seeing the few ingredients, Nanzhi already had a plan in mind——
She took a kitchen knife and split the big stick upright.
Use clean water to thoroughly clean the remaining blood in the bones.
Then, add cold water, add onions, ginger, and cooking wine and blanch until no trace of blood foam is visible.
Then stir-fry the big stick bones in the oil pan, using high temperature to force out the fat in the bones, and the whole body will turn golden brown.
Add boiling water at this time, simmer over high heat until the soup turns white, then cover and simmer until the flavor of the bones is fully developed, then add the diced white radish.
This series of actions was done in an orderly manner in Nanzhi.
Teacher Zhang next to him was stunned:
“Is it so complicated to cook radish bone soup?”
Nanzhi was confused:
< br>"Huh? Is this complicated?"
Teacher Zhang said matter-of-factly:
"Yes, wouldn't it be better to stew the bones and radishes together?"
Nanzhi had a vague premonition.
I then looked past Teacher Zhang and saw the chopping board in front of her.
In an instant, Nanzhi fell into a long silence.
Teacher Zhang wondered:
“What’s wrong? Is there something wrong?”
Nanzhi looked at the potatoes on the chopping board that were cut into pieces and of different sizes, as well as those that had been violently The wilted Chinese cabbage after cleaning reminded me of Teacher Zhang’s self-proclaimed “not bad cooking skills” just now.
Hmm, maybe they each have different definitions of "good cooking skills"?
Soon, Nanzhi thought he had found a reasonable explanation——
Although it doesn't look good, it is very efficient.
Maybe it tastes good too?
After all, Teacher Zhang is cooking for people in their 50s alone, and he is not a professional chef. How can he cook everything?
Well, yes, that must be the case.
Nanzhi, who had convinced himself in his heart, took advantage of the bone soup to simmer and came to Teacher Zhang to start.
Although Teacher Zhang was curious about the cooking process of Nanzhi's "complicated" radish bone soup, it was not enough to make her doubt her cooking skills.
She confidently wanted to show off her excellent cooking skills to Nanzhi, and said that the students all liked eating her cooking and laughed very happily every time.
Then, Teacher Zhang showed with his own hands what it means to follow one's will and what it means to do as one pleases.
Nanzhi’s voice kept ringing——
“Wait, can this potato be thrown in directly?”
"Wait a minute, don't you need to fry the pork belly?"
"Wait a minute..."