Chapter 488： The accent of Sichuan opera, the soup of Sichuan cuisine (Part 2) (1/2)
A drunken word, the truth is true.
Even if the soup is swept back and forth six times, it cannot reach the standard required by Mr. Huang Lao. It must be ”drunk” with the minced chicken in the soup.
When you get drunk, you can fall down, so it is also called ”fallen soup.”
In fact, after sweeping the soup six times, the impurities in the broth are almost completely removed. Even if there are, they are not observable by the naked eye.
The word ”drunk” or ”fallen” means the accumulation of the flavor of the broth itself.
The minced chicken is then simmered to soften the color, aroma and taste combination of the broth, adding a mellow and aftertaste to the broth.
After the drunk soup is finished, a pot of stock soup is bright orange-yellow and as clear as tea.
There is no trace of grease on the surface of the soup, and the bottom of the pot can be seen at a glance even in a deep soup pot.
Boiling water cabbage is inseparable from the only visible ingredient.
”Dishes should not be higher than three and a half inches, and northern cabbage with thick leaves and green flesh is the first choice.”
——This is the selection criteria for cabbage, simple but not simple.
The northern cabbage is the sweetest and tenderest, and among all kinds of cabbage, there is a little-known early spring cabbage.
From budding to growth, it only pulls out the leaves but does not disperse the leaves. It just grows straight up and can grow to a height of half a person.
Its slender stems and leaves resemble beautiful people, and are the best for making boiled cabbage.
The cabbage that is simply planted in Lin Chou Houshan can obviously reach this standard under the care of System Black Technology.
Wash the cabbage and open it, and remove the large leafy cabbage sticks, leaving only the three-leaf tender heart.
The tender heart, which has not seen the light all year round, presents a faint pinkish yellow, with a fragrance like morning dew.
Use a long silver needle that is thinner than a hair to pierce the white thin thread-like veins at the bottom of the leaf to destroy its ”tenons” so as to achieve the softest taste and at the same time facilitate the soup to penetrate into every part of the leaf.
There are not many veins in the tender leaves, but there are still 20 or 30 veins, and each of them must be pierced.
Lin Chou did it cautiously. Once the silver needle pierced through the veins and pierced into the flesh of the leaf, it would leave a small scar. Although it is insignificant, it can no longer be called a perfect cabbage.
After finishing this, Lin Chou let out a sigh of relief.
The boiled upper soup is divided into two pots, and the heat is turned on at the same time to keep it from boiling, which is usually the so-called ”chrysanthemum heart” state.
Use a colander to hold the cabbage, immerse it in a pot of soup and immediately remove it, and then use a spoon to pour the soup slowly from the top of the cabbage.
The tender heart of the cabbage will gradually spread out into petals when heated, and continue to pour it several times until the cabbage is soft and tender, with fresh yellow-green in the translucency.
Take a few white porcelain bowls and place the hot cabbage on the bottom of the bowl.
A sprouts of Coprinus sp., torn into hair-like hyphae.
There are three in each bowl, so that one end is curled into the rim of the bowl and one end hangs into the bowl.
Finally, another pot of soup that has not been drenched with cabbage is poured into a bowl one by one, and the cabbage and mycelium are immersed a little bit.
Boiling cabbage, you're done.
”call.”
Lin Chou pulled the white towel hanging next to him and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.
”Boiled cabbage, good... Fuck!”
As soon as he looked up, at some point, countless heads were squeezed in the door of the kitchen, one of his eyes was bigger than one, and one of his jaws was longer than one.
”Why, what's the matter?”
Lin Chou asked three times, and everyone returned to their senses.
The eyes of the small round face were terrified,
”Handsome boss... what you do... is boiled cabbage??”
Lin Chou nodded contentedly and grinned.
”Yes, boiled cabbage, it's not very good, please bear with me.”
”...This...yet...no...too...good???”
The tall and thin man had dull eyes and muttered to himself,
”Xiao Xiao, I think your 150,000 yuan is not wronged at all.”
Little round face nodded blankly.
”Chef, it's really terrible... Ouch, help me, I can't move my neck... Hiss... It hurts...”
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