Chapter 252 Low Temperature and Slow Cooking Part 1
Chapter 252 Low-temperature and slow cooking (1)
Yu Jian rubbed the ankle that was accidentally sprained and gasped quietly. The ankle was swollen as high as a steamed bun, and she felt a sharp pain when she pressed it lightly.
It's no wonder that others, if she hadn't been absent-minded, wouldn't have been bumped into by the waiter carrying the bottle and glass. In order to avoid it in a panic, she casually pulled the curtain that was used as a decoration, and suddenly fell to the ground without any support.
I accidentally sprained my foot.
The door to the small private room was pushed open, making a slight creaking sound, and then closed slowly.
She didn't even raise her head, and said in an anxious tone: "Nuan, have you found the ice pack?"
The visitor didn't speak, but squatted down to her feet, silently holding her hot ankles with a pair of big palms, with a hint of coolness in his palms. There was a serious look in the dark eyes, and the corners of his lips were pursed into a line. From Yu Jian's words
From a ground angle, you can see his clear jawline and trembling Adam's apple.
Her mouth suddenly felt dry, and she wanted to retract her feet, but Tang Yuan held her tightly, so she could only sip her lips and whisper: "I'm fine."
Tang Yuan glanced at her indifferently, took out an ice pack from the medical kit beside him, and applied it to her injured area.
"Hiss-" The sudden chill made Yu Jian tremble involuntarily and let out a small exclamation.
Tang Yuan immediately removed his hand, then remembered the doctor's instructions just now, and continued to apply the ice pack forcefully, with an unquestionable tough tone: "Bear it!" He was somewhat angry, but she was still following him a second ago.
Guan Shanyue vowed, but the next second the little girl inadvertently injured herself.
"Why are you so fierce? I didn't mean it..." Yu Jian felt guilty.
"What do you mean?" Tang Yuan glared at her and tapped her ankle, which was a slightly normal color. "The scar on my hand has healed, but I have to do it again on my feet, right? Don't you give up on the asymmetry?"
Then he sighed softly and caressed her injury: "I have to leave early tomorrow morning. You can't always make me worry so much."
Only then did Yu Jian notice the deep darkness in his eyes and the tired look on his face. She touched the top of Tang Yuan's hair with her fingertips, her heart moved slightly, and she said, "When can I come back again?"
He lowered his head and made a hoarse voice: "Maybe soon. Maybe it will take a long time. I will find time to come back to see you."
Yu Jian nodded and said nothing.
The two enjoyed this rare quiet time alone...
Yu Jian's injury was not serious, and she recovered quickly after timely treatment. Although she still walked a little unnaturally, it was not a serious problem.
After a farewell that was not a farewell, Tang Yuan still boarded the plane to Lisle. In front of him was the little girl who was pretending to be open-minded, but the moist light in her eyes betrayed her thoughts. Even though Tang Yuan was reluctant to leave,
Still turned around decisively.
He had a reason to leave.
The research on low-temperature slow-cooking technology has reached the final stage. If a suitable machine can be successfully developed, it will definitely bring him huge profits. As for the competition with Pierre, he may not have to wait until Su Ji's plan is implemented to beat him.
caught off guard.
When Tang Yuan works, he never puts all his bets on one chip. Those who put all their bets are gamblers, not businessmen.
He rubbed his tired eyes and turned his gaze to the cabin window.
Lisle, old house.
The old servant waited quietly at the door. Seeing the black limousine driving in steadily, he hurriedly stepped forward to open the door and saluted respectfully: "Master."
Tang Yuan's expression remained unchanged and his voice was calm: "Not yet."
The old servant was Alyssa's old servant, and he was loyal throughout his life. Before Alyssa died, he was the last person to serve her. I don't know what the two talked about. As soon as the funeral was over, the old servant moved next door to him and began to treat her
Serve as the head of the family.
"You are old. You don't have to wait for me at any time. Go and have a rest." Tang Yuan took off his coat, casually put it on his arm, and was about to walk upstairs. The old servant blocked his way, his cloudy eyes fixed.
Staring at his arms.
The attitude is very firm.
The Provo family is so damn pedantic! Tang Yuan frowned displeased, and his tone was unquestionable: "I'll say it again, you, go, rest."
The ancient language spouted from his thin lips was elegant and domineering, which attracted the old servant's side eyes. Seeing his sudden rise in aura, he finally lowered his head, bowed and left.
In the huge house, only the bright lights showed the splendor of the four walls. Tang Yuan threw his coat hard on the hand, causing a strong wind to blow away his hair, and scanned the surrounding circle of past family heads.
portrait, his eyes were fixed on the latest one. The woman in the painting was about thirty years old, with long golden hair sticking smoothly to the back of her head, revealing a swan neck, with a smile on her face, and her eyes were full of happiness and sweetness.
.
This was the most beautiful time for Alyssa. She met the love she longed for and had a lively and lovely child.
"Don't try to imprison me." Tang Yuan said expressionlessly, then turned and left without looking back.
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The technology of low-temperature and slow-cooking has already taken shape in the 18th century. At that time, many chefs in the Rooster Country liked to use this method, which could maintain the freshness of the ingredients to the greatest extent without reducing the taste.
However, this technology has one of the biggest drawbacks. It cannot decompose enzymes in food. Active enzymes will digest vitamins and other nutrients, especially vegetables, and the nutritional value will be greatly reduced. Slow cooking of beans is more risky because of the plant snow contained in them.
If lectins are not completely broken down, slow cooking is equivalent to poisoning.
What Tang Yuan studies is the perfect low-temperature moment for each ingredient, and the creation of a low-temperature slow-cooking machine that can bring out the perfect flavor of the ingredients.
[Yuan! Success!] An encrypted email popped up on his phone. Tang Yuan expertly entered the password, and exciting news suddenly appeared.
He calmly looked down. Attached was a water temperature schedule for all ingredients, strictly classifying different meats, fish and even vegetables. He scrolled to the end and finally saw the breakdown of beans.
There is also a photo of a 13-inch machine with a water tank, with each component fully explained.
[Beans usually require high temperatures above 90° to kill phytohemagglutinin, but this machine can not only complete the decomposition of hemagglutinin under pressure, but also achieve the taste you want at low temperature. Yuan, we have made it
!] The other party saw that he did not reply, and only followed the second email.
The more excited Tang Yuan became, the calmer he became. He checked various data carefully, and finally let out a breath. His fingers pressing on the keyboard were trembling: [Leave immediately for Lisle.]
Three years.
The team he formed studied for three years and finally pushed this technology to its most perfect peak.