Babao Gourd Chicken, as the name suggests, contains the universe. The venue chosen for the seminar happened to be a medium-sized hotel, and the restaurant had enough ingredients for the kitchen.
Of course, it cannot be compared to the Tang Dynasty. What Wei Shilang ate was all delicacies from the mountains and seas, such as bear paws, venison and some strange ingredients.
Yu Jian found the mushrooms, abalone, green bamboo shoots and chopped them together with other spices, then fried them in a hot pan with a little chicken oil and set aside.
Gourd chicken should be made from tender chicken, and Sanhuang chicken is the best, but the hotel has Qingyuan chicken, which has thin skin and tender meat. Yu Jian thinks it can be substituted. Tie the chicken legs with a rope, fix it all the way to the chicken wings, and put it in a pot under cold water to remove the blood foam.
While waiting for the water to boil, Yu Jian began to prepare the soup base.
The chefs in the restaurant were robbed of their place of work, and they gathered together chatting with nothing to do. They watched a little girl serving the dishes, and they looked down on her from the bottom of her heart: "This little girl from other provinces can still cook in our West Market."
Famous dishes?”
"Hey~ You're just fooling around casually, what? Are you serious about it?"
"How could it be? Let's just watch the show and have fun and relax! But looking at this little girl's movements, she feels like an expert..."
The young apprentice Ah Hui who was huddled in the corner curled his lips and laughed at the chefs for being a frog in the well. Who is this? This is the little boss who is popular in the capital!!! He is the little boss’s most enthusiastic fan! He is still waiting to grab the live broadcast room.
Where are the Sixi Meatballs and Jade Dumplings!
Unexpectedly, the little boss came to the West Market and even came to the hotel where he worked to cook! At this moment, Ah Hui felt that he was really glowing, and a beam of golden light shone directly on the little boss, making him
He couldn't look away.
By the way...
The little boss looks better in real life than in the live broadcast room!
Ah Hui blushed, pinched the corner of his clothes shyly, lowered his head and smiled infatuatedly, then quickly raised his head, looking at the little boss's actions eagerly. He had heard that the little boss could do real things.
Changan Gourd Chicken!
The whispers outside did not stop Yu Jian at all. She was busy cooking the spices. The soup for cooking the chicken should be thin, and water is best, but the key to the tenderness of the chicken lies in the cooking time. She fried the water to dry it out.
Put the ingredients that have developed a peculiar fragrance into the water, add a little rice wine, put the chicken in, and take something out of the can of medicinal materials.
Ah Hui didn't see it clearly, he only remembered that it was a handful of white medicinal materials.
Boil until the skin of the chicken is slightly wrinkled, and then steam it. When it comes to steaming vegetables, I think it is very easy. I just put water under the bottom and put the ingredients in the cage. But the steaming of the gourd chicken is not dry steaming, you have to bring the boiled chicken.
of the original soup and steam them together.
Yu Jian set up the steamer, put the chicken and soup into the steamer, closed the lid, and carefully wrapped a circle of white gauze around the steamer.
Gourd chicken is the ancient version of fried chicken. In the Tang Dynasty, oil was still a very precious thing, and people still ate mostly roasted and steamed food. Yu Jian mixed flour with water, added egg whites, and a little pork
oil, stir gently with your fingers until smooth.
After an hour, open the lid of the steamer, take out the chicken, drain it, remove the fixing thread, air-dry the chicken skin, break it open and fill it with fillings, add a little bit of frozen lard, hang it with a layer of batter, and fry it in the oil pan.
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When the surface is browned, the Eight Treasure Gourd Chicken is ready.
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The old scholars spent a long time around the round table, studying and studying, and found that the eight-treasure gourd chicken cooked by this little girl was very ordinary!
It can even be said that from the outside, it looks extremely ordinary.
Huang Feng hugged his chest and sneered: "Oh... this is the authentic gourd chicken you are talking about? But it's not as beautiful as the restaurants in our West Market."
Yu Jian didn't say anything, just handed the knife to Guan Shanyue. Guan Shanyue took it solemnly, glanced at Huang Feng disdainfully, and quickly took action, slashing the knife from the chicken breast to the tail.
The gourd chicken is like a flower bud, blooming on both sides, and the green and white stuffing from the chicken belly slowly flows out, followed by a tangy aroma.
Guan Shanyue sniffed and was overjoyed. She quickly took the chopsticks and bowl and picked up a big chunk without politeness. Then she scooped out half the bowl of fillings with a spoon. Regardless of the temperature, it was still hot, so she put it into her mouth first.
inside.
Hmm...the chicken was crispy, but strangely still chewy. The chicken skin was fried to a crispy texture and made a crunching sound in his mouth. He took another bite of the fillings. The green bamboo shoots were crispy and smooth, the mushrooms were soft and waxy, and
Pieces of small particles bounced in his mouth like tender meat. When he took a closer look, he saw that they were abalone.
High, really high!
Guan Shanyue was conquered by the taste in his mouth, and while the old guys were stunned, he quickly picked up a large piece of meat, and secretly winked at Yu Jian, which clearly meant: It is worthy of being made by my apprentice, it is good.
eat!
Lin Fengxu, who was standing next to him, was already ravenous. The teacher was eating so happily, so it must be delicious! What are those old scholars waiting for? He was so anxious that if he didn't eat... the food would be gone.
It’s getting cold!!
Or is it Yu Jian who reminds everyone: "Is it delicious or not? I'll tell you after you try it."
Only then did everyone come back to their senses and scrambled to hold out their chopsticks.
This chicken is full of fiber. When pressed lightly with chopsticks, the bones and meat are separated. The chicken is soft and juicy. When mixed with the fillings, it is swallowed into the throat. The taste is simply wonderful!
A bunch of old guys couldn't care less about friendship at this time. They were eating from the bowl and looking at the plate. They were afraid that others would eat one more chopstick than themselves, and some wanted to secretly stretch out their chopsticks, so they only extended their chopsticks by one centimeter.
He was restrained by other people's eager eyes, and he could only hear the inarticulate voice: "You can't eat anymore, because eating too much meat is bad for your health!"
"Bah! Don't think I don't know. Don't you just want to eat one more bite? Let me tell you, the doctor said that people with high levels of obesity are also free to eat meat!"
However, Yu Yinyin took a brief taste and put down her chopsticks. Yu Jian frowned and asked her, "Isn't it delicious?"
The old man shook his head: "It's very delicious."
Then Yu Jian didn't understand: "Then you..."
Yu Yinyin took the little girl's hand and walked to a quiet corner to sit down. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Guan Shanyue's furtive gaze. She felt funny but also a little bitter. Did this guy think she could harm his apprentice?
"Professor Yu, what do you want from me?" Yu Jian's hands were wrapped in her palms. The old man's knuckles were covered with calluses from holding pens for many years, and they scratched on the back of her hands, which made her feel a little itchy.
It came. It didn't matter whether she was smoking or not. The feeling in her heart towards Yu Yinyin was even weirder.
Is she so lovable?
Yu Yinyin noticed her discomfort and laughed softly. She didn't let go of her, but her eyes were a little wandering and her tone was sighing, "Little girl, do you know why my last name is Yu?"
Why?
Why is this possible?
Isn’t your father’s surname Yu?
Are you a child of Lao Wang’s family next door??
As soon as this question came up, within just a few seconds, Yu Jian's mind was spinning, and she had thought of thousands of possibilities.
She said cautiously with a trembling voice: "Why...what?"