Chapter 948： Do you call this exquisite? (2/2)
”Do you have any strange misunderstandings!”
Four-sentence pattern-How Sikong sees the fresh and tender fish has an urge to silently say ”sorrow”.
Lin Chou quickly reduced the flame under the stove to the point where the flames were almost invisible.
”It's not deep-frying. To be precise, it was one of the 21 cooking techniques of Cantonese cuisine before the cataclysm, called'you soak'.”
”Of course, in other cuisines, one of the boiling methods of'oil dip,''soaked oil,''soaked oil,' and'oil boiled' is also said to be it.”
”It is common in the circle, but not visible outside the circle.”
”You soo pays attention to a hot pot, which is what we call a hot pot and cold oil.”
Lin Chou raised the pot a little higher, and while shaking the pot body, he gently stirred the oil with a spoon.
”The oil bubble has more precise requirements for the oil temperature, which should be controlled between 80 and 90 degrees Celsius.”
”Of course, the most suitable temperature is actually 86~89 degrees.”
Sikong dullly said,
”86 to 89...degrees...Is this really a simple ‘control’ that can be taken in one stroke? It’s funny...”
Lin Chou kept adjusting the oil in the pot and said,
”Practice makes perfect.”
The curiosity of Master Sagong is ready, and now he is only a cat.
”Why use oil foam? The requirements are so precise, it's too difficult to be human...it's terrible...”
”It's said that the cook who came up with this cooking technique and invented this kind of dish is actually just for anti-humanity, right?!”
Lin Chou shook his head.
”To some extent, for some fresh and tender ingredients,'oil' is better than'water' to ensure that the moisture in the ingredients will not be lost. The oil bubbles are doing their best to make the ingredients'hold their breath' and retain the ingredients of the ingredients. Taste and tender.”
With that, Lin Chou sprinkled some salt on the fish strips, dripped wine, and even put it in the pot.
Sikong felt quite new, and it was the first time he saw this practice.
When the fish was put in the pot, the oil pan made waves slightly, there was no sound of ”crack” and no tumbling bubbles. It was especially quiet, like solidified amber.
But in fact, there is no ”solidification”, and the fish in the oil pan changes slowly.
Lin Chou used a colander to gently push the fish meat so that it was in full contact with the oil.
Just roll up the edge of the fish skin slightly, pull the fish from all sides and curl it inward with the skin as the center. The fish is quickly taken out, and the colander containing the fish is placed on the container.
Holding the pan, one, two, three times, a total of three times.
At this time, the flesh of Meitongyu has changed from translucent white to snow white, and there is still a hint of pink mixed in it.
Sikong swallowed his saliva.
”See, the **** of this color... this feeling... just looks so tender... can you eat it??”
Lin Chou smiled.
”No, it's seven and a half to eight mature now, and I have to stir it up a bit.”
Lin Chou first mixed a thin soup with starch and put it aside.
A few pieces of green onions, a little sliced carrots, stir-fry for a while with clear oil.
Then the fish and the juice are poured into the pot at the same time.
He quickly threw the bowl in his hand aside, holding the pot in his left hand and patted his left wrist with the right hand.
”Smack~”
”Smack~”
”Papa~”
With each beating, the fish at the bottom of the pot just happens to form a tiny and rounded whole tumbling in the pot.
”Spoons and shovel are no good, the meat of plum boy fish is too tender, and it will break at the touch of a touch.”
Roll the fish meat for three times, then take it out of the pan and serve it on the plate.
Sikong had nothing to say, fixedly looking at the fish on the plate in front of him, and even forgot to pick up the chopsticks Lin Chou handed over.
Lin Chou snapped his fingers in front of Sikong's nose.
”Eat, this dish is counted by the second.”
”The oil bubble is seven-and-a-half to eighty mature.”
”Stir-fry 90% to 90% half-cooked.”
”Put it in front of you...”
”Dangdangdangdang~”
”Exactly!”
”Is it exquisite enough?”
This time, the regained Sikong didn't need Lin Chou to urge him.
”Ha, all over the world, you can't live up to the beautiful food and beauty! emmmmm...”
Lin Chou listened a bit, and the hand-to-hand battle between Hong Dashan and Old Man Gao continued outside.
”Oh, it seems that they have no time to eat this dish.”
Certain Lin sat down without sincerity.
”Let this chef taste...”
At this moment, a soft and cute Su Yourong emerged from the kitchen, staring at Lin Chou with big eyes faintly.
”???”
Uh... this is so embarrassing!
Lin Chou pretended to pat his forehead.
”Hi, I just said that I forgot something important!”
Su Yourong’s resentment came to her face,
”Master...emmmmmmm...”
As the most violent first-order awakener of Mingguang, Lin Chou was not given for nothing. His shot was fixed in the soft and cute apprentice's mouth like an electric chopsticks and fish flesh, and the chopsticks and teeth made a slight ”click” sound.
Then Su Yourong automatically ”clicked” and turned into ”emmmmm” chewing.
Su Yourong's eyes were already staring and fierce, but as soon as the fish entered the mouth, it immediately turned into a happy crescent shape.
Sikong fixedly looked at Su Yourong for a long time, and spoke earnestly.
”Your apprentice is not talented.”
Lin Chou had a resentful + surprised face.
(After the bird, disciple, you can lose your head.)
Yourong's cooking proficiency is indeed only **** ”2”, isn't it right, how did this kid see it?
Sikong crooked his mouth,
”The first reaction when something was poked in the mouth was actually chewing!”
Lin Chou: ”???”
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
frenzied!
Yourong is still a child!
This baby... this handsome **** mother is still a kid!
Sikong suddenly realized something, his face turned green.
”Cough cough cough cough...”
(I didn't speak.)
(You didn't hear it!)
(All hallucinations!)
(Ahhhh...)
(I am not Sikong.)
(Yes, it's Jiangzi, I'm actually Huang Dashan!)
Looking at the unusually serious face, it seems that Young Master Sikong can no longer taste the wonderful feeling of this plate of exquisite dishes.
——It's not so beautiful, it tastes like chewing wax!
Fortunately, if Huang Dashan came to Huang Dashan from the never-ending rumbling outside, it stopped Lin Chou's cannibalistic gaze in good time.
”Lin, don't think I can't see you if you hide in, your chimney is smoking, and what the **** are you doing secretly?”
His voice didn't matter, first the dining room door ”kang” was pushed open.
Countless pairs of eyes were locked inside the small hall, and their brows were flirting, and Lin Chou's scalp was numb with the resentment of the sight.
Then there was a loud bang at the back door of the kitchen, and the whole small hall shook three times.
Lin Chou silently put down his chopsticks,
”Ε=(′ο｀*))) alas...”