The big bare tree in the small courtyard trembled in the cold wind. The only two yellow leaves left on the gray dead branches swirled and drifted to the ground. Yu Jian stepped on it with her toes gently.
Grind it.
"Crack——" There is a slight breath of death in the crispness.
Tang Yuan:......
He suddenly thought of the scene of a little girl tearing apart a chicken in a certain competition. She put her fingers into the chicken's neck, pinched it twice, and took out a complete chicken skeleton with only a little bit of meat on it.
Silk, and on the table, a pile of chicken was piled together softly, leaving only the angry eyes on the head of the chicken expressing its determination to die.
It's really scary...
Somehow he felt like a piece of chicken ready to be slaughtered.
So, he recounted in detail all the experiences he had experienced during this period. Of course, he could not help but slightly process the image. For example, he refused to obey even if he resisted death, or he returned home like an arrow, and so on.
wait.
This rich family battle was mixed with deep sadomasochistic love, followed by the drama of spontaneous efforts to regain the family property. Yu Jian listened with relish.
"Han Yubai's target is me, but he didn't expect to attack you. Ajian, I don't dare to take it lightly, if..." If there is a next time, he really has no face to face everyone in the Yu family again.
Yu Jian looked at him.
"I want to protect you, you, my sister, Uncle Jianping, and everything I cherish."
The corner of Yu Jian's mouth twitched. Look, in this scene, the male protagonist was trying his best to add drama to himself. She walked to him, kicked his heels, and looked up at the branching branches at the top of the big tree.
.
"You think I can't protect myself?" she asked.
Tang Yuan actually couldn't see through the rural side of this girl. He felt that she was very deep. When getting along with her in the capital, she felt that she was a bit silly. But now, after not seeing her for just a few months, she felt that she was too much.
He has a calm side. It is as if he has experienced a life from ignorance to sophistication in a short period of time.
Yu Jian sighed inwardly and said, "You underestimate me too much."
…
After the conversation started, the misunderstanding between the two was resolved.
However, a new problem arose.
Yu Jian still refused to accept the gift from Tang Yuan.
The suitcase was thrown into his co-pilot intact. Yu Jian patted the reflector and illuminated his white teeth: "Take it away, don't give me anything in the future!"
Tang Yuan was confused, why?
dislike?
Just change it if you don't like it.
Yu Jian snorted: "Your method is typical of showing courtesy for nothing."
Either rape or theft.
As a result, the next day, in the back kitchen of Yu's restaurant, this eye-catching box was placed in front of Yu Jian's usual cooking table.
Yu Jianguo was quite curious: "What? Xiao Tang sent it early in the morning, saying it was for you."
Yu Jian remained silent.
Yu Jianguo urged her again: "Open it and take a look. I'm so curious." This middle-aged man gossiped, but unlike the young people, he would not stop until the goal was achieved. Besides, Yu Jianguo always felt that his daughter was similar to Tang Yuan.
There's something strange about it, a kind of indescribable... ambiguity.
ambiguous?
Yu Jianguo's heart trembled, and his face turned half dark, "What on earth did Tang Yuan give you?!" At this time, even Xiao Tang didn't want to call him, and called him by his first name.
Yu Jian hid her face - Dad, your attitude has changed too quickly. Also, what do you mean by looking up and down with that cold look?
When the box was opened, a set of shiny knives came into view.
In addition to the traditional Chinese batching knives, chopping knives, front batching and back chopping knives, there are also Western-style santoku, deboning, and paring knives. In the center of the box, there is a thin-edged knife smelted from fine steel, as thin as a cicada.
Wings, but extremely sharp.
Yu Jian silently groped for the blade of the blade, feeling a sharp coldness wherever her fingertips touched it.
If the knife is not good and the cut is not correct, the food will not be able to come out, the taste will not be able to enter, and the wok will not be full of energy. Therefore, the Confucius said: If the cut is not correct, it will not be eaten.
"What a knife!" Yu Jianguo couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.
Yu Jian did have a calm expression on her face. She glanced briefly before closing the box again.
Yu Jianguo:?
Yu Jian moved the box aside, fished out the prepared belly and kidney flowers, and grinned: "Dad, I will cook you a flower feast today."
Pick up the most common kitchen knife, take out the pork belly kernels, and remove the oily tendons first. Cut the first cut with a flat blade and an inclined blade, and the second cut with an equally spaced and inclined blade, then follow the grain and cut three cuts at a time. Throw it into a bowl and add boiling water.
With one stroke, the pork belly turns from white to pink, and with the help of the blade, it slowly blooms like a delicate gardenia.
Trim the pork loin to the fullest extent, and cut it with a diagonal knife. Each knife is inserted perfectly into two-thirds of the depth, and then cross the cross knife, and the blade falls, all at the same interval, and it is also three knifes per section. Inside the pot
Sprinkle in hot oil, fry onion, ginger and garlic until fragrant, then slide in the sliced pork loin. Under the firelight, the pork loin is bright and moist, like a delicate phoenix flower under the moon.
It is still pork belly. Remove the ribs and edges, cut into five centimeter wide strips, remove the front end surface, and then cut into thin strips. Then diagonally skew the ribs diagonally, cut shallowly with a distance of millimeters, and then cut with a cross cutter.
After blanching, the pork belly looks like plump ears of wheat waiting to be picked in the rice fields, with sharp awns and plump grains.
"These are... gardenia knives, phoenix knives and wheat knives!" Yu Jianguo exclaimed, looking at his daughter with incredible eyes. These are top-notch knives, and even experienced chefs may not be able to do so.
, Ah Jian is a little girl, how come...
"There's more!" Yu Jian shouted, took out a piece of soft tofu from the basket, drained the water, and laid it out on the chopping board.
The kitchen knife in his hand swirled around, his left hand was holding down the tofu, and his right elbow moved slightly. Yu Jianguo felt a few white lights flash in front of his eyes. When he wanted to take a closer look, Yu Jian had already stopped his hand.
The tofu didn't move at all. Before Jing filed the case, from the naked eye's point of view, there was no change at all.
However, Yu Jian took out a basin of water and pinched the top of the tofu with a slight force of his fingers. With a clever move, the tofu stretched out like lines. This is - coir raincoat tofu.
This is the highest state of knife craftsmanship.
No need for hard ingredients, it can still be as soft and waxy as tofu and bloom like a flower.
No expensive knife is needed, an ordinary kitchen knife can be used all over the world.
Her eyes, her nose, her hands, her feelings are all like knives.
She is just a knife.
Today's staff meal at Yu's Restaurant is surprisingly delicious and delicious. Dishes that usually win with taste are like flowers on the plate today, either topped with rich sauces or with a smoky smell, but
Without exception, it gives people a different feeling.
So beautiful!!
Zhang Mingming bit his chopsticks and did not dare to move. Is that a waist flower? How can it be so beautiful?