Chapter 1002： Bazhen fried rice uncompleted version (middle)-thanks to brilliant Xiaojie for the reward! (1/2)
Wu Ke brought the pot over.
”Hey, Brother Chou, Brother Chou, do you want to pour oil?”
Lin Chou rolled his eyes,
”What kind of oil?!”
Wu Ke's face was innocent,
”Isn't it fried rice, uh... If you don't pour the oil, can you just beat the egg in... Then it's a mess...”
Lin Chou sighed,
”I'm really anxious for you. No matter what kind of rice is fried, the first thing you need is a pot of overnight rice. If you don't have one, then cool rice will do.”
”This is common sense.”
”It's not about pouring oil or scrambled eggs.”
Wu Ke: ”......”
He often saw this in various video materials left before the cataclysm. He heard that it was a very practical pretender skill for a ”high-end chef”, and he had to memorize it thoroughly, but he didn't expect him to do so. There was also a day when I was struck by this sentence on the wall.
Wu Ke was a little depressed, and Lin Chou felt comfortable with +1.
”...”
The best rice is in the thickest pot, and the rice and green rice that Mingguang can't live up to are worthy of Lin Chou's visit to the uncle of the system.
He chose a huge round-bottomed black pottery stew pot, which was hand-made the best product with a history of over a hundred years. After adding water, he placed it directly in the center of the fire without worrying about uneven heating.
I remember that before the cataclysm, there was a funny advertisement saying that: the inside of the ball kettle is heated cyclically, hello and me~
Chi only reminded,
”Boss boss, it seems that the water is running out and it will be muddy!”
Lin Chou was happy to hear this~
Did you see it?
See you!
These are all excellent results of my Lin's words and deeds. Even the big breasted sister knows that there is less water in the stew. Is this an esoteric problem that most people can know?
”Well, it will be steamed when it's almost cooked.”
Chi only screamed, indicating that he knew it.
The chubby black pottery jar was gurgling with heat, Wu Ke sniffed and said,
”Uh... it still seems a bit fishy...”
The green rice gradually absorbs water in the black pottery jar, and the white core is sandwiched in the center of the rice grain.
Lin Chou took out the rice and put a pot on the fire. The pot was filled with green onion and **** water, and extra wine was added.
”I heard that the ancestors used corn when cooking this meal, and it was a by-product of making Bazhen deer blood cake. At that time, the output of wine was very low. The steaming process alone can be described as extremely luxurious. Up.”
The scallion **** water with wine is fumigating the rice with hot steam, and the taste seems to be good?
Wu Ke murmured,
”Cover the lid, what a waste...”
Lin Chou shook his head.
”It can't be covered. After the cover is steamed for a long time, it will have a strange taste-do you know the smell?”
Wu Ke: ”......”
What's that thing? What a smell that's so special!
Without a lid, the rice will cook very slowly and slowly, so slow that it is unbearable.
Wu Ke hurriedly said,
”Then when will this be cooked? Just starve us to death before eating, okay...”
Lin Chou looked at him,
”Don't you want to eat blood products, what's the matter with you?”