Chapter 574： Sanhe Soup (2/2)
”Really, the warmth in the lungs feels a lot more comfortable... Is it really useful for my disease...”
Zhao Ziyu laughed,
”Sikong, you can smell it again...or just take a sip and you won't know if it's useful?”
Si Bian gave him a glance, his eyes were red like rabbits, ”It's easier for you to kill me directly.”
...
The dishes that Lin Chou is cooking are actually soups, sanhe soups.
According to legend, this soup follows the Miao custom, and the Miao people are one of the important parts of the Meishan barbarians. One day, an old man wandered to the Hengyang mountain village and met the mountain people slaughtering the old cow. Many people were watching, and suddenly a mountain people Foaming at the mouth fell to the ground, everyone was horrified. The old man stepped forward and ordered the mountain people to take a bowl of beef blood, a slice of beef and tripe, add three red peppers, boil it and drink quickly. The patient immediately wakes up from sweating and refreshes. Shuang, when everyone wanted to find the old man’s fairy tale, the old man disappeared into the vast Hengyang mountain with auspicious clouds.
A more pragmatic story is that Zeng Guofan, an important minister in the late Qing Dynasty, once gave the name Sanhe Tang as ”Overlord Tang” to reward the Hunan army, who was famous for its bravery.
Because the soldiers of the Hunan Army had been suffering from rheumatism for a long time in the wild and in the lake area, their morale was low, but after listening to the general drank this soup, the disease healed itself and the battles continued.
The sanhe soup is simple in its preparation method, but the selection of ingredients is extremely strict. It is said that the blood of the local buffalo, the thick veal of the female buffalo, the tenderloin of the bull and the water of Zijiang well are the most authentic. If not, then The taste must be very different.
Saying is doing it. During the cataclysm, Lin Chou couldn't find any ingredients related to the word ”local”.
But the beef blood is fresh, the louver is from the cow, and the tenderloin is indeed from the bull-the source is naturally bull.
The leading cow of the third order, the strong bull of the second order.
Lin Chou sighed and thought to himself, I hope Sikong can eat this dish after it is made.
Take a bowl of fresh beef blood, add half a teaspoon of water, a pinch of salt, and use chopsticks to stir it evenly. It condenses in one place almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a shining blood tofu.
Under a certain upper limit, the more water you put in the blood tofu, the more tender it is, and the less water you put in the blood tofu, the firmer it will be.
Of course, it doesn’t matter even if you don’t know how much water you put in, because the condensed blood tofu will naturally pour out part of the water.
Naturally, the beef louver should be selected from the thick and blackened parts, instead of removing the black skin, just wash and slice it.
The so-called cross-cutting of beef and sheep and vertical-cutting of pork, the tenderloin is sliced into large slices and then fried with **** and garlic slices in a frying pan, and then dried devil peppers are fried until the spicy flavor is pungent and the oil turns red.
At this time, add salt, star anise, cinnamon and anise to taste, pour in the pork bone broth and boil it. After the aroma is boiled, it is then divided into slices of beef blood tofu and fennel.
The thick aroma of a pot of red soup quickly permeated with the numbing spiciness, especially when Lin Chou poured vinegar into it, when the acidity spread, everyone's throat was involuntarily started to swallow.
Zhao Ziyu has a bitter face,
”There is a kind of spicy name that looks so spicy... Well, the soup of the spicy hot pot I ate at home last time was not so red, it was too scary.”
Sikong puffed his nose and said,
”It's over, I have a bad premonition. Isn't this really going to cheat me?”
Two bowls of red and bright soup were brought up, and the bowls were sprinkled with chopped green onions and garlic, chopped hot peppers and a few leaves of fresh and green coriander.
”Give it to me.” Lin Chou stretched out his hand.
Sikong shuddered, pretending not to know, ”Ah...what? What for you?!”
Lin Chou rolled his eyes, ”Will you let me help you? Don't talk nonsense!”
Sikong tremblingly held the oil bottle, at a loss.
”Ahem... Well, I'll do it myself, don't bother you... Must let it go??”
”Being shredded pork in Beijing sauce without green onions, beef noodles, and garlic, without the sanhe soup with mountain pepper oil, there will be no soul, what do you think?”
Sikong's eyes were level with the edge of the bowl, and his hand holding the oil bottle was still trembling.
”Tick.”
”Release!”
”Tick...”
Lin Chou held Sikong's hand and shook fiercely.
”Wow.”
Sikong’s tears rushed along with the pouring of mountain pepper oil,
”Enough, enough, enough... Fuck you let go, let go!!”
Lin Chou nodded in satisfaction, and looked at Zhao Ziyu who was silent, ”Well, let it go by yourself, believe me, it tastes really good after you get used to it.”
”Ah...ah good, okay...”
Lin Chou sat opposite Sikong, frowning,
”Drink, eat, fragrant to be healthy, don't let down the boss's painstaking efforts.”
Sikong said bitterly,
”I put the pepper three times, and the mountain pepper oil... why don't you eat it?”
Lin Chou had slight approval in his eyes, just like seeing an elementary school monk who had the courage to question his teacher, ”You and I eat the same.”
Lin Chou was right. As long as the customer has eaten each dish, he can get the same effect, and if the system recognizes that it can be added to the menu, the effect will be 120%.
This dish uses leftovers, and the system will definitely not beep, but the effect is definitely not bad.
”This is for bullying...I can't eat...” Sikong quickly discovered the point and tried to shame.
Lin Chou smiled slightly,
”Are you a cook or am I a cook? I heard that there is a specialization in the art industry. I can forgive you for your doubts. Don't talk nonsense, try it. If you have a rash, it will be better tomorrow, good...”
”Pouch.”
Finally someone couldn't help but laughed.
Sagong resignedly took a spoonful of soup, closed his eyes and poured it into his mouth.
”Hah... hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot... hiss hot hot...”
The hot red soup and hotter red oil seemed to turn into a thin film, covering every part of the mouth and tongue, and it seemed that fire could be ejected directly from the mouth.
As the piping hotness faded away, when Sikong wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, the amazing pungency of the devil pepper burned in the mouth like a real flame, and the nasal cavity was quickly filled with a strange, mountain-like smell. Fragrance,
”Huh? It seems not so...”
Sikong just wanted to say something.
The hotness of the devil's pepper and the pungency of the mountain pepper oil seem to collide at this moment.
Dry firewood, add fuel to the fire!
Explosively sour!
Everyone's mouths gradually opened up, and they wanted to know what Master Sikong was feeling right now.
There was a pack of tears in Si Kong's eyes, and his lips were red like a blooming rose, and the sheen and sheen could be described as fascinating.
Sweat gurgled from the tip of his nose and his forehead, and even the clothes on his back were quickly soaked and stuck to his body within a few seconds.
His open mouth couldn't be closed for a long time, and he seemed to be letting out a silent, heart-wrenching roar.
”Taste...not bad...”
Zhao Ziyu also sweated a little, took a sip of tea, fanned his mouth and said,
”It's really good, especially the blood tofu. It's so tender... This mountain pepper oil has a strange fragrance, but it's acceptable...”
Sikong's eyes were hollow,
”Silver bullet pump bow is fighting with you!!!”