Chapter 452 The smell of fireworks in the courtyard (1/3 monthly ticket)
"Can Yang Qian also make shredded pork with Beijing sauce?"
Uncle Biscuit didn't have much expectations for Yang Qian's cooking skills. After all, Yang Qian is a singer, a singer who is excellent in both writing and singing. It's enough that the food he cooks is edible.
But when I was visiting the restaurant just now, I passed by the kitchen of the restaurant and smelled the aroma of oil exploding, so I couldn’t help but want to take a look.
It was remarkable to see that Yang Qian had already cooked several dishes, including the shredded pork with Beijing sauce that Uncle Biscuit was very familiar with.
Let’s not talk about whether it tastes good or not. Just look at this six-petal flower-shaped porcelain plate, and there are thousands of small rolls made of shredded radish, green onion, and cucumber arranged in a circle along the porcelain plate.
Surrounded by shredded pork with rich Beijing sauce, this presentation is enough to whet your appetite!
This craft is said to have been learned by Yang Qian, and even the cake uncle believes it!
But didn’t Yang Qian study journalism? We were all colleagues in the same industry before. Where did he learn cooking skills?
"This shredded pork with Beijing sauce is probably one of the few northern dishes that I know how to cook. Yu Ni likes it better, so I went to learn it. But I don't know if it is authentic or not. I made a fool of myself in front of Uncle Pancake today!"
Yang Qian used chopsticks to take out the boiled chicken from the soup and soaked it in the ice water prepared in advance.
"What are you talking about? Is this a white-cut chicken?"
Uncle Biscuit came over happily and watched him handling the plain-cut chicken.
"Well, yes, this Cantonese dish of white-cut chicken."
Yang Qian nodded.
This dish is the most troublesome. Needless to say, the three lifting and three releasing steps in the middle are the key. The key is to control the heat. Yang Qian couldn't make it well before. His mother, Ms. Hong Xiaoxia, gave him remote guidance. He tried several times and finally succeeded.
Find the best way to make the skin juicy and tender!
"Yang Qian, your cooking skills are good! Where did you learn them?"
Uncle Pancake watched with interest for a while, and even asked Yang Qian for a spoon to help remove the oil from the chicken soup. He asked with a smile while doing it.
"I didn't learn it anywhere. Some people learned it by watching their family cook before, and some people just found videos at night and followed it by themselves. It's actually quite simple."
While the plain-cut chicken was soaking in ice water, Yang Qian took out the scallion-flavored grilled ribs that had been roasted in the oven and put them on the plate piece by piece with chopsticks.
"Hey, another hard dish, this ribs looks delicious!"
Uncle Biscuit came over excitedly and gave it a thumbs up.
Lunch was eaten in the courtyard. The wind stopped at noon, so everyone brought the food to a stone table in the courtyard.
Although the stone table is not big and a little crowded, the sunshine at noon in late autumn is warm and the shadows of the trees are not completely withered. It is still a wonderful mood to have dinner in this environment!
"How about small pancakes? Is uncle good at this skill?"
Yang Qian picked up the serving chopsticks on the plate and put two more pieces of spareribs into the cake's daughter's bowl, then asked her with a smile.
"tasty……"
It must be delicious. The little girl was grabbing the grilled ribs with both hands. Her mouth was filled with oil and she couldn't stop eating.
However, Xiao Jianbing was a bit shy. She avoided Yang Qian's eyes and just responded timidly.
"Yang Qian, your craftsmanship is really good! No, it should be said that it is very good. To make this dish, it must be delicious and beautiful."
The bakery lady gave a thumbs up and praised it.
She also has her own job and is not considered a housewife, but Uncle Biscuit often travels on business, so she is mainly responsible for all aspects of the home.
Precisely because she often has to cook, Mrs. Baker understands how difficult it is to make daily delicacies that are both delicious and tasty!
"Yang Qian, how come you have time to study these things? Aren't you usually very busy making music?"
Wang Panpan asked.
She used to be a person who was passionate about studying food. Although she ate alone and didn't cook much, she always liked to buy some condiments when she traveled abroad.
However, after becoming popular in the past two years, let alone cooking, Wang Panpan was so busy that she often had trouble eating. Even if she occasionally took a day or two off, she just wanted to rest and rely on takeout for meals.
Although Yang Qian and the others have said that they have not taken on too many jobs, judging from Wang Panpan's contact with them during this period, their work of rehearsing and making music is not very leisurely. What's more, Yang Qian also participated in "
I have been busy for several months with the "Good Chinese Voice" competition!
How do they allocate their time?
Now judging from the orderly arrangement of this courtyard and the smell of fireworks in the kitchen, it is obvious that Yang Qian and Dai Yuni are a young couple who know how to live well.
"When you are busy, you definitely don't have time to cook, but you don't have to be busy every day, and you don't have to work outside all day every day. For example, when we rehearse at CCTV, we can come back in the evening. If you have time,
, we still like to cook our own meals, which is healthier."
Yang Qian said.
"He is a relatively simple person. He doesn't like watching movies or playing games. When he's not in the recording studio, he just reads books or takes a walk with me. So we have quite a lot of time. He used to say that he enjoys life.
Love life!"
Dai Yuni smiled.
Because the two of them are together every day, they don’t have to chat non-stop like they did when they were in a long-distance relationship. Sometimes Dai Yuni holds her tablet computer to watch TV dramas, and Yang Qian sits next to him reading a book, so they can interact quietly with each other.
Companionship is also a very happy thing.
"How old is Yang Qian? Twenty-five, six...seven?"
The cake maker actually wanted to say that Yang Qian has a maturity that belies his age. Even at the age of twenty-seven, Yang Qian gives people the feeling of being in his thirties.
But as soon as she finished guessing, everyone burst out laughing.
"How can he be so old? He was born in 1998, and he is only twenty-four now. In fact, he is not yet twenty-four, and his birthday has not even arrived yet!"
Dai Yuni leaned forward and backward, laughing her head off.
"Only twenty-three or twenty-four? Yang Qian, you are so young!"
The cake lady was really surprised this time.
"Am I looking older?"
Yang Qian touched his face with some embarrassment.
"No, the one who looks older is here."
Uncle Biscuit pointed at himself and laughed at himself without caring.
"It's mainly because of his mature thinking. I just heard what Yang Qian said. I believe he is your age!"
The bakery lady smiled and sighed.
"The leaves have fallen, mother, the leaves have fallen!"
The children couldn't keep up with the adults' pace, so the little pancake's attention was attracted by a golden leaf that suddenly fell down on the table.
Fortunately, it didn't fall into the soup or vegetables, otherwise we would have to add vegetables to them!
"Yes, it's autumn now, and the leaves are about to fall off. Only next spring can you see it sprout again and grow new leaves!"
The bakery lady is also a cultural person, and her response to her daughter was very poetic.
"This leaf reminds me of Yang Qian's "Late Autumn", a song I really like. In this late autumn with the falling maple leaves..."
Uncle Biscuit also sang. Although he only sang a relatively appropriate line, he still received complaints from everyone.
You sang very well, please don’t sing again next time!
Yang Qian was also very emotional:
"Autumn in the capital is still very different from that over there. In autumn in our hometown, or even in winter, we don't see all the leaves withered, leaving only bare branches. In many cases, it's like spring all year round.
, the greenery is still there! So we don’t have the feeling of autumn in autumn, and we don’t have the experience of winter in winter. It’s normal, it’s just a little colder.”
"Then you should prepare down jackets this year. If you spend the winter in the capital this year, you may be able to see snow!"
Uncle Cake smiled.
"Last year the snow was so heavy that you could build a snowman. I don't know about this year, but the snow scene in this yard should be beautiful when you get there. A snowfall in the evening will turn the whole garden white!"
Wang Panpan's depiction gave both Yang Qian and Dai Yuni a sense of déjà vu.
"Then just celebrate the New Year in the capital this year. Call me dad, your parents, and Hanhan, and come to the capital together. You have to attend the Spring Festival Gala anyway, and we can come back to reunite with them after we sing!"