I used to do skewers a lot in my previous life, so I can’t boast about my skills.
As he slowly fanned the flames, Ning Weimin soon finished grilling dozens of mutton skewers.
It's sizzling, oily, brown and crispy!
Especially because of the sprinkling of cumin and chili pepper, the aroma of this kebab is very unique and very tempting.
It smells much stronger than the roasted meat cooked over pine wood.
Needless to say, at this time, only two old men are eligible to take the first bite.
Ning Weimin quickly called Luo Guangliang and Zhang Shihui to take the plates and asked them to present a few skewers to Kang Shude and "Zhang Dashao" respectively.
Ordinary people might have concerns when they see a red layer of chili powder on lamb skewers.
After all, Sichuan cuisine has not yet become very popular in Beijing these days, and people in Beijing are generally afraid of spicy food.
But these two old men are well-informed masters and have seen a lot. This spiciness is nothing to them.
The two of them were not afraid at all, they picked it up and took a bite of it.
As a result, Kang Shude's eyes lit up first after eating it.
Obviously he was greatly surprised.
However, probably because of "Zhang Dashao's" reputation, the old man was embarrassed to praise his apprentice directly, so he could only express his happiness in a very subtle way.
"Well, the taste is quite special, and the meat is not too hard when roasted. I can still chew it. I said, how dare you kid to do what you like? This is another trick. And it's quite well hidden..."
Even "Zhang Dashao" nodded frequently and said, "Well, the heat is just right. It's fat and thin, not tangy but not greasy. What about your seasoning...hey, it's interesting."
At this time, Luo Guangliang and Zhang Shihui, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, stopped being polite and each picked up a few skewers and ate happily.
Luo Guangliang was a man of few words. He just gave a thumbs up and cheered with gestures.
Zhang Shihui, on the other hand, boasted happily, and all that came out of his mouth were "rainbow farts".
"Weimin, the meat skewers you grilled are so good! With this charcoal fire flavor and these seasonings, it's amazing how the lamb can taste like you! Anyway, for me, there is no other way.
There is nothing more enjoyable than eating this kind of kebabs. If there is one, it is to eat these kebabs and take another bite of white ones! Come on, I’ll give you a thumbs up, buddy!”
Ning Weimin took a sip with him, then handed Sun Wufu a few skewers.
Sun Wufu was originally very afraid of the red pepper on the meat skewers.
It can be seen that everyone enjoyed the food and gave it good reviews, so I gave it a try.
As a result, he stuttered and really didn't regret it.
This spicy taste reveals a different kind of beauty that is soul-stirring.
Once he ate it, he couldn't let it go.
Even though it was spicy, he still couldn't stand it, and if he wasn't careful, iron marks were burned on both sides of his mouth.
But I still had to breathe in and say, "It smells so good! It's delicious!"
At this time, look at Ning Weimin, who is grilling the second batch again in high spirits.
He fanned a big cattail fan back and forth in his left hand, and skillfully and evenly sprinkled fine salt on the mutton skewers with his right hand.
It's so proud and proud.
The most irritating thing is the boastful words in his mouth, which sound so irritating.
"How's it going? As for my kebab, everyone has to say yes. That means if you eat one skewer, you'll want two skewers. If you eat two skewers, you'll want ten skewers!"
"Why? Because the food must conform to a person's temperament, spleen and stomach. Didn't I, Uncle Kang, just say that barbecue can make people feel the rough and rough texture of the grassland, and even Fan Kuai draws his sword and eats pig legs?
The heroic spirit.”
"As the saying goes, 'Yan and Zhao are so generous and tragic people', the food in our capital city, especially the barbecue, should have a bit of the wind and sand of the desert. How can we just focus on exquisiteness and freshness?"
Look, isn’t this a challenge?
What does this mean?
It's just that although his barbecue is rough, it is a food that shows the blood of a man, and it is better than the tender roasted barbecue.
Although the seasoning of "Zhang Da Shao" is good, the more refined it is, the less manly it becomes.
Not surprisingly, "Zhang Dashao" couldn't stand his arrogance.
The old man was eating the second skewer, but he immediately put it down, and he was picky and nudged his nose with his finger.
"Hey, wait a minute, don't brag. There's something wrong with your baking method. To make delicious dishes, it's important to put the seasoning first and then put it aside."
"For example, salt, things that are not easy to rot when cooked should be put later. Especially white meat, if you add salt first, the protein will shrink and the taste will not be good."
"Another example is putting garlic. The garlic-flavored ones should be put later, such as roasting eggplants. The fish should be slaughtered alive, but it cannot be cooked immediately. The fish will become hard when it is dead. It will become soft again after being left for a period of time. You can cook it after it is soft.
It tastes good.”
"You obviously sprinkled the salt too early. It's only right that you sprinkle the salt last..."
To be honest, Ning Weimin has no doubt about the professionalism of "Zhang Dashao".
But at this time, he was not willing to bow his head, and he also had reasons to prevaricate. How could he be humble and teachable?
So he curled his lips and said, "Old man, what's wrong with you? It's not just a matter of nitpicking, it's just a handful of salt. Didn't I just say that barbecue is rough."
"I also told you that I would like to have some seasoning for my barbecue. This meat is delicious no matter how it is grilled. Don't believe me yet. If you don't believe me, let's try it."
"Even if you bring me anything at will. No matter it's green peppers, garlic, or even steamed buns, as long as you sprinkle it with my seasoning and bake it, it will be delicious. This is called a fresh move, and I will eat it all over the world...
"
As for this provocation, "Zhang Dashao" has not said anything yet.
Kang Shude was already unhappy, and the old man glared at Ning Weimin.
"Look, you are so crazy and have the same old habit of being stinky, aren't you? Master Zhang is kind enough to give you some advice, but you don't say thank you and you pretend to be big. You don't know how much you weigh? Without Master Zhang, you can't.
What else do you have in your 'tan palace'?"
As soon as the master spoke, Ning Weimin immediately became embarrassed.
However, what he didn't expect was that "Zhang Dashao" actually spoke for him.
"Hey, brother, I'm being serious. You can't say that this altar palace was only supported by my own efforts. You, my apprentice, are quite capable. Anyone else wouldn't be able to do this."
"Actually, he is the one who helped me. Otherwise, wouldn't all the capital be filled with deviant palace dishes? What's the use of this little thing in my stomach? It's really rotten in my stomach."
"As for this seasoning, he is right. It is really delicious to use this seasoning to roast mutton. After all, this is the authentic Uyghur barbecue spice. Not many of us here recognize cumin."
"This is like the authentic pancake fruit in Jinmen. You can't miss the long peppercorns. Sprinkling that stuff can not only remove the beany smell, but also give it a unique fragrance. If he can find it and use it in such a reasonable combination, it is really a good thing.
It’s not easy…”
As soon as the last word "cumin" came into his ears, Ning Weimin couldn't help but be surprised.
He really didn't expect that "Zhang Dashao" was actually a know-it-all in the kitchen. It seemed that there was nothing he didn't know about food.
If that's the case, wouldn't it be like playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong again?
But what he didn't expect was that as soon as his mind wandered to this point, his dream came true.
The old man smiled and said, "But compared to my condiments, I'm afraid it's still a bit inferior."
Then the chef took out a small glass bottle from his pocket, shook it and said.
"I originally prepared this dry dipping sauce for Zhizi BBQ, and I added some natural ingredients. Everything I eat is light first and then heavy, so I didn't have time to take it out. I didn't expect you to use it to grill the meat first. Since you said that fine food like barbecue is worse than coarse food, let’s compare it. Is your simple taste better, or my dozen-flavored ones with complicated seasonings? What do you think? Men?”
man?
My pussy, please me!
Ning Weimin felt that his face was in danger of becoming swollen, so he quickly shook his head and gave in.
"No, no, since you said this, I believe you have this ability! Well, I'd better not humiliate myself. But I'm curious, how do you know about cumin? Do you
Have you ever been to the northwest?”
"I've been there. But even if I've never been there, I recognize Cumin."
"Zhang Dashao" paused, and the answer he gave was both surprising and reasonable.
"Don't forget, during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, he fought with Xiaohe Zhuo, and even took in a Uyghur concubine. Cumin was brought into the palace by Uyghur cooks at that time, but it was called wild fennel at that time.
That’s it. Uighur-style barbecue has been added to the palace barbecue since then, and this is the indispensable seasoning. In terms of historical origin, the thing in my bottle is the seasoning recipe enjoyed by the concubine back then. I don’t know if it’s yours or mine.
Is this better?"
Ning Weimin rolled his eyes at the crowding, and his face began to hurt, just like when chili powder was sprinkled on his face.
"Come on, my Master Zhang. If I tell you this, am I still dissatisfied? Has Concubine Xiang moved out? You are awesome..."
But I didn’t expect that I would still be punished for this.
Kang Shude was annoyed when he heard this.
"What kind of fragrant concubine? That's nonsense again. Where did Qianlong marry any kind of fragrant concubine? The only concubine in Hebu was Concubine Rong."
And just when Ning Weimin was scolded by his master, "Zhang Dashao" also moved.
This old man is really competitive,
He went straight to get a handful of meat skewers brought by Ning Weimin, sprinkled some of the seasoning on them, and grilled them on the charcoal fire.
Not to mention, the aroma of the meat wafting out of the meat skewers this time was obviously more tempting than the ones Ning Weimin grilled.
So the young people all waited eagerly, but the skewers cooked by Ning Weimin turned out to be a bit off.
Even Ning Weimin couldn't care less about his disappointment. All he could think about was how delicious this bunch would be.
What's more, the tourists in the corridor outside Beishen Kitchen were all attracted.
As long as they smell this smell, almost everyone will be hooked.
One by one, they looked around curiously.
Where did this smell of meat come from?
Could it be that there is a restaurant in the park?
Soon, I heard a child crying.
And it's a heartbreaking howl.
"Rourou, I want to eat Rourou. I don't want bread, I don't want..."