At five o'clock in the afternoon, traffic formed a line on the elevated highway from the west to the east of the city.
The vehicles behind were honking their horns like they were urging them to death. Father Yu was impatient at the noise. He pulled down the window, stuck his head out and yelled at the back: "I've never seen a traffic jam before! Are you annoyed?!"
Probably frightened by his loud voice, the high-decibel horn finally stopped, leaving only the flashing car lights.
"These people have no sense of ethics at all. They act as if they can move by honking the horn." Dad Yu closed the car window and muttered.
Yu Jian could understand their mood: "Maybe the waiting time is too long." It had been almost thirty minutes, and the car had moved forward about five meters.
"You were praised by your uncle, are you very happy today?" It was obvious that Yu Jian's expression remained the same as before, she was not bothered by the annoying traffic jam, and she even had a smile on her face.
That's not the case!
Even if Yu Jianping didn't praise her, she would still be very proud of such a complicated dish.
There are so many more ingredients in modern times than in Tang Dynasty, and there are countless more kinds of seasonings. The ability to reproduce them depends entirely on her keen sense of taste and precise control of seasonings.
"Tiger father has no dog daughter, our family's genes are better." Yu Jian heard the sourness in his words, grinning and showing her white teeth.
Dad Yu twisted his body with satisfaction and put his hands on the steering wheel again.
By the time the two of them wandered home, it was already past dinner time.
Child Yu Yuan actually sat on the sofa and read the little book. When he saw his sister coming back, his little eyes moved and he quietly glanced at her.
Father Yu felt amazing when he saw such a well-behaved son. He walked up to him and took a close look at him several times. Yu Yuan was unmoved and continued to read the book intently.
But there are only a few characters in this little book, and it’s been several minutes without turning a page?
"The sun comes out from the west?" Yu's father was shocked.
Yu Jian tugged at the corner of his clothes, leaned into his ear and said a few words. At this time, Yu's father finally knew what the problem was. He slapped his thigh hard with an "ouch" and called Yu's mother's name.
Ran into the room.
Child Yu Yuan put down the book in his hand and let out a long sigh with a look of resentment on his face.
God knows what kind of inhuman life he lived with his old mother when his sister was away...
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Yu Jian took a bite of noodles and glanced at her parents sitting in front of her from time to time.
I don’t know how Father Yu coaxed Mom. When the two came out, although their faces were still angry, their tone of voice returned to their usual gentleness.
He also personally cooked a bowl of vegetable noodles for Yu Jian, with a thick layer of beef on top and a fried egg with love.
Yu Jian held her mother's arm and said coquettishly: "I haven't even eaten dinner, but my mother is still nice to me!"
Yu's mother was very satisfied with this. She touched her daughter's thin shoulders and said harsh words to her husband: "Yu Jianguo, how can you treat your daughter badly if you don't eat it yourself?! I think you are itchy!"
As a result, although Dad Yu also got some noodles, the clear soup in the bowl was not watery, and there was nothing visible except white noodles.
Father Yu couldn't argue. His wife was the eldest and his daughter was a little cotton-padded jacket. He could only give his son a slap in the face.
Then I leave?
Yu Yuan was also shot while lying down. He threw the little book in his hand to the ground and ran back to the room to sulk.
In a quiet night, there is a candle lamp, two pages of manuscript, three lines of clear words, and four words.
Yu Jian closed the food list that she had finally transcribed, placed the brush on the pen holder, and gently dried the ink.
She still has her obsession.
Every time I cook a banquet with the master, she writes the final food order. Every time the master reads a word, she writes a word, either with mulberry bark, quicksand, or Sichuan paper, one stroke at a time, neatly drawn.
just.
This food list is the chef's hard work and respect for the diners.
On the way back, Yu's father took Yu Jian to the north of the city and went to the largest farmer's market in the capital.
As soon as she entered the door, Yu Jian realized that there was something special inside. This was the transit point for all vegetable markets and fresh food supermarkets in the capital. Yu Jian was dazzled and dove in.
Conches as thick as an adult's arm, green crabs holding their claws high, carps swaying their tails, and red, orange, yellow, and green spices were lined up in a row, piled casually on the roadside.
This is a cook’s paradise!
The two of them discussed the dishes on the menu with Yu Jianping, and finally decided on them. Now that they had bought the food that they were satisfied with, including the ingredients, Yu Jian couldn't help but feel how beautiful it was.
"Dad, you must store the ingredients as I told you. Remember to keep the lotus paste in the refrigerator to keep it fresh, and never open the box." When Dad Yu got out of the car with a large bag of things, Yu Jian was not relieved, but
Outsiders are not allowed to enter the back kitchen of Jinfulou when it is open for business, so I had to warn them several times.
Dad Yu looked at her funny, does this girl really think he doesn't understand anything?
"Okay, just calm down and wait for me in the car."
Father Yu entered the kitchen from the back door. Wang De was not there. There were only two young apprentices sweating and cooking. When they saw him coming in, they shouted "Master Yu" loudly.
"Why are you two alone at this hour?" Yu's father took annual leave on the pretext of picking up his daughter and didn't come to work for several days.
He frowned, this is already a meal, what's going on?
One of the young apprentices finished what he was doing, turned off the fire, and answered him: "There are no customers in the store. The chef said that we can't use so many people. We are scheduled to work today."
It turns out that this is what happened. During this period, there were indeed few diners in Jinfulou. Since it was Wang De's arrangement, Father Yu said no more words, said hello, and turned the door handle of the storage room.
The second chef is mostly responsible for preparing dishes. This storage room is Yu's father's base camp, and his separate small refrigerator is also placed in it.
According to his daughter's instructions, he stored the ingredients in the bag one by one, especially the handmade lotus paste. Father Yu clearly saw his daughter's hard work.
This was rolled out bit by bit with a rolling pin, and it took two hours!
He fastened all the clasps of the fresh-keeping box, wrapped it in a fresh-keeping bag, and carefully placed it in the cold snow area of the refrigerator.
He glanced around and confirmed that everything was in order, then closed the door of the storage room, said goodbye to his young apprentices, and walked out in a big way.
Just a second after he stepped out of the kitchen, the young apprentices looked at each other, and one of them took out his cell phone and dialed a few numbers in a hurry.
The phone was quickly picked up, and an impatient voice came from inside: "What's the matter?"
The young apprentice covered his mouth and whispered: "Master, the second chef came with the things and put them all in the storage room."
"Oh?" The other party seemed to be interested, "What kind of Lee are you bringing?"
The young apprentice recalled what he had just seen peeking through the crack in the door: "Just some ordinary seafood and meat, but there is a stainless steel box. The second chef seems to be very precious."
The other party probably thought of something, and after a few minutes, he ordered: "You are like this..."
"Yeah! Got it, don't worry, master! I'm sure no one is aware of it!" The little apprentice nodded, took something from the countertop, opened the door, and ducked into the storage room.