Zhao Hanzhang asked the cook to chop the mutton chops into pieces, and cut the ginger and green onions into sections.
She also turned around and asked: "Is there no cooking wine?"
Cook: "What kind of wine is cooking wine?"
Zhao Hanzhang turned around and ran away, "I'm going to borrow a jar of wine from my uncle."
Fu Tinghan kindly reminded, "It's better to find the fifth uncle."
Zhao Hanzhang thought it was reasonable, so he ran to Zhao Ming's house to find his fifth uncle.
Zhao Song hadn't seen Zhao Hanzhang for a long time. When he saw her, he smiled and asked, "When did you come back?"
"I came back today, Fifth Uncle. I got a new cooking utensil from Wushan and I want to make some new dishes for you to try."
The fifth uncle was not obsessed with food, but he was very satisfied with Zhao Hanzhang's attitude of thinking about him in everything, and agreed with a smile, "Okay, then I will try your new dishes tonight." "Something."
Everything is ready, but there is still one missing ingredient."
Zhao Song suddenly realized how his son felt, but he still gave Zhao Hanzhang face: "What is missing?"
"Lack of good wine."
Zhao Song thought she wanted to drink, so he laughed and said, "You haven't given me the food yet, so you begged me for a drink first."
"No, that dish needs wine to remove the fishy smell and add some freshness."
Zhao Song became curious, "What dish is made like this?"
Zhao Hanzhang said: "You will know when I finish it. I just came here to ask for a jar of wine from my uncle. You also know that our family is full of women and children and we don't drink much, so we don't have any stock at home."
Zhao Song said generously: "I will give you a jar."
He asked someone to bring a jar of wine from the warehouse, which was a good wine collected by Zhao Ming.
Zhao Hanzhang patted it open and smelled it, it was so fragrant.
She narrowed her eyes with a smile and said cheerfully: "Uncle, just wait, I'll have someone send it over when I'm done."
Zhao Hanzhang ran home with the wine in his arms.
Mrs. Wang couldn't help but mutter: "Just cook a dish, and you go and ask for wine. This jar of wine is more expensive than this whole sheep..."
Zhao Hanzhang asked the cook to stir-fry ginger and scallions in wine until fragrant, then add the blanched lamb chops, stir-fry them together, then add water to stew them.
The air was filled with aroma. Only then did Wang and the cook realize the difference in the new cooking utensils. When they were frying, it smelled so good...
After the lamb chops were stewed and other dishes were almost ready, Zhao Hanzhang asked the kitchen to take out the lamb chops and divide them into two parts, one for braised and one for sweet and sour.
"Use soybean oil to stir-fry. It's very fragrant." Zhao Hanzhang stood aside and directed, waving a big spoon in the kitchen to stir-fry.
Zhao Erlang ran over following the aroma and saw that his mother-in-law and her husband were both here. He immediately rushed forward and said, "Sister, what is so fragrant?"
Zhao Hanzhang let him see it.
Zhao Erlang swallowed his saliva when he saw the sweet and sour lamb chops in the pot, "It smells so good. How was this made?"
"It's fried," Zhao Hanzhang said with a smile, "There are a lot of things that can be fried. Didn't we have bean sprouts at home? Take some and stir-fry them. It's more delicious than blanching them in water."
When the cook heard this, she immediately went to gather the bean sprouts.
Since Zhao Hanzhang asked people to grind soy flour and mix it with wheat flour to eat together, various soy products have been spread from the county government house to other places. In fact, they were popularized from the old house.
Mrs. Wang knew that her daughter was working hard, and she also knew that she wanted the people under her rule to eat better. Seeing that in her busy schedule, she still worried about not having vegetables to eat in winter, so she wanted to sprout more bean sprouts to eat;
People have less meat, so they have to eat more tofu and other small things;
She took the initiative to take over the promotion. Every time a new dish came out of the county government house, she would invite people from the sister-in-law family to come and have dinner. As they went back and forth, more and more people sprouted bean sprouts. Until now, they have basically
It has become a dish that every family prepares in winter.
Anyway, this is not difficult, even Wang can do it.
After the cook had fried the bean sprouts, Zhao Hanzhang asked someone to bring them a food box. Half of each dish was divided into two large food boxes, and he handed them to Cheng Bo and said, "Send them over in person."
Uncle Cheng agreed and sent him there with two guards.
Zhao Ming was sitting at the dining table waiting for food, but his father didn't speak, and the servants beside him didn't even dare to serve food.
He couldn't help but raise his head and look outside again, but there was still no one in sight. He couldn't help but said: "Father, maybe Hanzhang was just talking..." You can just listen.
The remaining half of Zhao Ming's words remained unsaid under his father's intense gaze.
"Sanniang is not that kind of person. Isn't it just a little late? I can starve you to death?"
Zhao Ming sighed: "Time is precious, and my son thinks he can do other things after eating."
"Then you go do it now and come over to eat when it's done."
Zhao Ming stopped talking and could only sit quietly. He was hungry, how could he have the energy to work?
Just when Zhao Ming was about to empty his mind and enter the meditation stage, the housekeeper led the three people in with a smile, "Master Lang, the eldest husband, and Sanniang sent someone to bring food."
Uncle Cheng bowed his back and saluted, "Fifth Master, our girl asked us to bring new dishes."
Zhao Song smiled so hard that his eyebrows arched, and he glanced at Zhao Ming proudly, "Bring it up quickly."
Uncle Cheng asked two guards to take the food box up, and then went forward himself to lay out the dishes one by one.
The father and son discovered the two new dishes at a glance because they had never seen them before.
The distance between the two houses was not very far, and they came by horse-drawn carriage, so they were both still steaming.
Zhao Song picked up a piece of braised lamb chop and said, "Is this made by Sanniang?"
Uncle Cheng bowed and said, "Yes." Sanniang pointed out that if the cook cooked it, it was probably made by Sanniang.
Zhao Song put it in his mouth and ate it.
Zhao Ming has been waiting quietly. Although the dish is very fragrant, it is also very dark in color, so he keeps paying attention to his father's eyes.
Seeing his eyes brightening and chewing faster, he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of lamb chop and tasted it elegantly.
Uncle Cheng introduced how to make several dishes.
He was also in the kitchen at the time, and he knew how to make the guests more appetizing.
Uncle Cheng finally introduced the bean sprouts, "This bean sprouts are also stir-fried. It is different from the previous blanched and boiled vegetables. According to the girl, this dish is very crispy and more delicious."
Zhao Song didn't do anything. In order to give Zhao Hanzhang face, he was tired of eating bean sprouts, and now he didn't want to eat them when he saw them.
Zhao Ming glanced at his father and took the initiative to pick a chopstick of bean sprouts to taste. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows and nodded: "The beany smell is gone."
When Zhao Song heard this, he paused and asked, "Really?"
After tasting it, Zhao Song was overjoyed and said, "This is good. Please tell me how to make it and let my chef try it later."
Zhao Ming had already put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth and said, "Father, the key is not the cooking skills, but Hanzhang's new cooking utensils."
He asked Uncle Cheng, "What cooker is so powerful?"
"It's an iron pot," Cheng Bo said, "I use an iron pot, so it rarely burns and heats up quickly. It's much easier to use than a stone pot."
It's such a luxury to use an iron pot.
Zhao Ming frowned slightly. Zhao Song also felt that it was too extravagant. He swallowed what he was about to say. He waved and said, "You can go back first. I am very happy today and I feel her filial piety."
Uncle Cheng then resigned.
Zhao Song picked up the mutton chops and said: "This matter should not be publicized. Nowadays, Xiping County is full of waste and is waiting for development, so we should be more frugal."