"Master, I can actually cook pickled cabbage and white meat." At this time, Chen Nian suddenly said.

"Can you still make this? People in your Kunqu Opera troupe like to eat this?" Master Sun was a little puzzled.

He knew that many Peking Opera singers did not have any taboos when it came to eating, and some Sichuan Opera singers were also more liberal in their diet, but he did not know that Kun Opera singers did not taboo on spicy food as well.

After all, if you really talk about it, something as sour as sauerkraut can easily irritate your throat.

"That's not true. I used to know a brother from the Northeast who was very nice. We lived together for twelve years. He taught me several Northeastern dishes, including this one." Chen Nian explained.

"Okay, then you cook this dish and I'll help you with it. I happen to be a little tired and can rest." Sun Fuquan said and put down the spoon in his hand.

When Chen Nian heard this, he quickly said: "Don't worry, Master, how can I ask you to help me! You can just sit next to me. If I do something wrong, you can give me some advice."

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"Are you sure you can do it?" Master Sun looked at Chen Nian. He had thought that most of the people at the Chen Nian gathering were from the south. Except for home-cooked dishes like braised pork, he was not interested in the northern cuisine.

I don’t know much about the cuisine.

But I didn’t expect Chen Nian to be able to cook this authentic Northeastern dish.

Although the cooking methods are different, the cuisines are different, and many techniques and ingredients are processed differently.

It is very rare for a person to master one or two cuisines in his lifetime.

This made him feel a little incredible. Although he was doubtful, he still agreed to Chen Nian's request.

However, he still thought about waiting until later today to cook and age. After all, he had learned Huaiyang cuisine before, and now he switched to Shandong cuisine, which would inevitably be a bit of a leap.

After all, if you want to concentrate on learning Shandong cuisine, you may have to put away other dishes first, otherwise you will bite off more than you can chew.

Shandong cuisine itself is one of the cuisines with the longest history, and its variety of dishes has reached a very exaggerated level.

If you want to learn a little bit of every dish like Chen Nian does now, it will definitely not work.

But now he still wants to see how good Chen Nian is in making this pickled cabbage and white meat dish.

After all, although this dish sounds simple, there are actually many things that need to be paid attention to. Once it is not handled well, the taste will be greatly reduced.

The first step is to process the ingredients. The meat must be washed first and then put into a pot to cook. On the one hand, the blood must be removed, and on the other hand, the meat must be cooked until the tachyon can pierce the pig skin.

level, and then take it out.

The dish made after cutting the meat into slices will exhibit a soft and rotten texture to a great extent.

Otherwise, if the pork is not handled well, it will taste quite woody, woody, hard, not tasty, and taste like chewing gum.

But he saw that Chen Nian did not pour water directly into the pot at the beginning, but first heated the pot red and then put the pig skin on the pot for searing.

Such details made Sun Fuquan couldn't help but nod.

This trick seems simple, but in fact many people don't know it. When making it, most people just pour rice wine into the pot, add some green onion and ginger, and then add some pepper or salt and cook it.

But boiling it like that is not as effective as boiling it directly.

As the sound of squeaking sounded, green smoke gradually emerged from the pot, but Chen Nian was not in a hurry, but kept pinching the meat and scalding it on the wall of the pot.

I didn't lift the piece of pork until it felt almost done.

"drink!"

"Duang!"

With a soft drink, Chen Nian lifted the piece of meat, which weighed seven or eight kilograms, and placed it on the eucalyptus board, making a heavy sound.

Watching this scene, Sun Fuquan chewed his teeth. He could do this when he was young, but now if he does it like this, he will lose his waist if he is not careful.

It's not that he can't lift it, but he just doesn't dare to be as unscrupulous as before.

Before Chen New Year, the water tank in the kitchen ran out of water, and the work of fetching water was left to the young men in the martial arts school.

"It's great to be young!" he couldn't help but say with envy.

While watching Chen Nian scrape the burnt black part of the pig skin with a knife, Sun Fuquan suddenly noticed that the hair on Chen Nian's head seemed to be gone!

Sun Fuquan's eyesight is not that good, and they usually wear cloth hats when cooking in the kitchen. Although everyone in the martial arts gym is rough and don't pay much attention to their hair, Sun Fuquan still

I don't want to follow the facts.

After all, hair will fall out as you get older, and it will happen in handfuls. If you eat it once in a while, it will be fine. But if you eat it every now and then, no one will feel comfortable.

So he naturally asked Chen Nian to wear a hat, but just now he discovered that the back of Chen Nian's head seemed to be bald.

"Where is your hair?" Sun Fuquan asked curiously. It seemed that it was still there yesterday, but I didn't pay attention this morning. Did Chen Nian go out and shave it off?

"I shaved it yesterday." Chen Nian said, but he was still a little nervous.

"My parents, who care about my body and skin, why did I suddenly shave it off?" Sun Fuquan didn't understand.

"The main reason is that I don't feel comfortable with my hair like that, and it gets in the way when it grows long. I want to shave it off and keep my hair short." Sun Fuquan was obviously unhappy after hearing this.

Yes, because he has been instilled in him the idea of ​​growing braids like this since he was a child.

Although the Qing Dynasty is over now, the ideas of the older generation have not been completely changed due to their deep roots.

Compared to Mr. Qiao, whom Chen met when he was in San Francisco, Sun Fuquan has always lived in China, so the concept of class and the customs of the Qing Dynasty have always been deeply ingrained in his heart.

"I think you want to imitate those students, right? All of them want to make revolution, but in fact they don't even know what revolution is. Is this worthy of your parents?" Sun Fuquan thought this way, and his words were a little a little bit.

Too heavy.

Before Chen Nian, he never thought that shaving his head would cause such a thing, but it was normal for Master Sun to have this idea.

But he couldn't tell Master Sun that hair is composed of lifeless hard protein keratin, and that protein keratin accounts for 85~90% of the total hair, and the rest is water, plant pigments and trace amounts.

elements etc.

If he said this out loud, Master Sun would definitely think that he was talking nonsense, making alarmist remarks, making no sense, and talking nonsense.

"Master, I am not imitating those students outside, but I think this is the best for me. As for the body, hair and skin, I also understand the principle of being influenced by my parents. But if you really want to say that, why do you only leave your hair at the back?

And you have to shave off the front? The hair will grow back after all, I just don’t want to be stuck in braids when I’m cooking.”

Chen Nian still doesn’t dare to speak too directly.

Master Sun was already very angry, but Chen Nian still talked about this call to quibble. But he opened his mouth to refute Chen Nian, but he didn't know how to refute.

Because he had never thought about why he wanted to shave the front, he had only considered the hair on the back.

"you……"

"Stop cooking now! Get out!"

Sun Fuquan scolded angrily.

When I said those words before, Chen Nian was always handling the ingredients, because these things would have to be faced sooner or later.

But just when Sun Fuquan told him to go out, Chen Nian had no choice but to sigh silently, and then finished cutting the last pickles: "Master, I'm going out first, you can calm down."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

The moment he walked out of the kitchen, Chen Nian thought to himself that if Master Sun had a grudge because of this, he would probably not be able to complete his task.

But even this is actually not a loss. I failed a mission but learned three dishes: Lao Bao San, Shao Er Dong, and Mushu Pork. As for BJ Roast Duck, I can only wait until I find an opportunity to learn it later.

But after he left the kitchen, the recipe did not immediately end his dream. Chen Nian had no choice but to go at this moment, and there was nothing to do when he returned to the house. He simply went to the martial arts hall outside to see what they were doing.

When he came outside, Chen Nian saw Shen San wearing a very smart training uniform and patrolling with a stick in his hand. Although Shen San was over fifty years old, he was a martial arts practitioner who was not angry and confident.

His temperament is vividly reflected in him.

Everyone in the martial arts hall was firmly on the horse stance. Shen San would give him a stick if he saw anyone whose horse stance was unstable.

Even though I am so far away, I can still feel the pain.

This is not something that can be compared to the ruler of my teacher when I was in elementary school.

Shen San is a martial arts practitioner and a leader in the Tianjin martial arts community. He naturally knows how to hit the hardest without damaging the roots.

Sure enough, the beaten disciples shivered in pain after being hit with a stick, and some of them had physiological tears in their eyes, but they still could only do what the master said, and stabbed their horses deeper.

Lower, raise your hands straighter.

While turning around, Shen San suddenly saw Chen Nian not far away looking at this place with interest.

Shen San was a little bored at first. Just patrolling these disciples' horse steps was actually very boring.

After seeing Chen Nian, I couldn't help but feel curious. I thought, shouldn't Chen Nian be helping in the kitchen now? How could he come here when he has time?

"You guys stay well, I will come back later and if I see anyone slacking off, give me extra practice in the afternoon!"

After Shen San finished speaking, he took the ring stick and walked towards Chen Nian. When Chen Nian saw Shen San coming with the ring stick and the serious look on his face, Chen Nian's heart trembled.

"Master Chen, why don't you cook in the kitchen and come here to learn martial arts?"

Shen San was originally a little worried that Chen Nian was sent to steal his master, so he was naturally more serious when he asked.

"Back to Third Master, I was kicked out by Master. He didn't let me stay in the kitchen." Chen Nian said honestly, not wanting to tell such a lie in front of San Shen, because it was completely unnecessary.

"Why?" Shen San asked while thinking about the reason. Could it be that Chen Nian did something wrong and ruined the rice or that he didn't handle the ingredients properly.

After hearing this, Chen Nian continued to answer with some helplessness: "Because I shaved my hair, the master was a little unhappy. He said that the body and skin are affected by the parents, but I also said that if that was the case, why did he leave his hair only at the back and not at the back?

The hair in the front was also given to me by my parents, and in the end the master was unhappy and kicked me out."
To be continued...