Dad Yu slid along the wall and sat on the floor, with the unknown liquid flowing from the crisper on his hand. Instantly, the whole room was filled with a sour smell.
He smiled miserably and said extremely sorry to his daughter: "It's all my fault. I knew Wang De Cun was trying to cause trouble, so I took it too lightly."
I just didn't expect that this person could be so despicable. Usually, there are many dirty things in the kitchen, but this is a major matter related to the reputation of Jinfulou. Yu Jianguo never expected that Wang De would be so confused about right and wrong. .
Yu Jian pondered: "I'm afraid this is not just Wang De's handiwork."
"What did you say?" Dad Yu couldn't believe it.
Yu Jian turned around, picked up the crisper box from the ground, and smelled it. It was vinegar. The lotus paste soaked in vinegar had changed color, and a layer of white foam appeared on the surface.
Inverted lotus paste... without the main ingredient of lotus paste, this dish may not be possible.
"Wang De is just a chef. Although he is in charge of the kitchen, he can't touch the foundation of Jinfulou. I'm afraid that this is all Han Yubai's trap from beginning to end. For Mr. Jin's banquet, let Dad be the chef. As of today's store closing..." One link after another makes it difficult for people to guard against it.
"Impossible! This Jinfulou is the property of their Han family. Who would use the property to do stupid things?" Father Yu categorically denied.
Yu Jian sneered and looked at his father steadily: "Although I don't know what Han Yubai has in mind, I wouldn't believe it without his handwriting behind it."
"That's right! I didn't expect you, a girl, to see clearly." A few clapping sounds suddenly came from the door. Yu Jian turned her head and saw a tall figure standing there. It turned out to be the young boss of Jinfulou. Han Yubai.
Han Yubai walked into the storage room step by step. He was wearing a tall suit with shiny uppers, which was incompatible with the sundries and vegetables piled around him.
He frowned unnaturally and touched the tip of his nose lightly with his fingertips, maybe he was smelled by the strong smell of vinegar.
He walked up to Yu Jian and looked at her with a hint of admiration: "Your name is Yu Jian? How do you know it was me who asked Wang De to do this?"
"Have you read any books?" Yu Jian asked him.
Um...what does this mean?
Han Yubai was stunned by her abrupt question, with question marks all over his face.
Yu Jian said slowly: "The ancients said: 'At the beginning of human nature, people are inherently good.' But I am a complete advocate of evil nature. I also understand the principle of good people being bullied. My father is a good old man, but kindness does not mean that you will be bullied. The reason why you people bully me."
Han Yubai's eyes narrowed dangerously as he listened to her words. No one dared to talk to him like this.
Does she mean that he, Han Yubai, is a villain?
He snorted coldly, what's there to say in defense with such a little girl: "What do you know?! It's just that we don't agree with each other!"
Then he turned to Father Yu, and his words became even colder: "Master Yu, I gave you a chance, but if you choose my father, then don't let him down at tonight's banquet."
After finishing talking without starting or ending, he walked straight out of the kitchen.
Father Yu lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long time, he muttered a few words weakly: "I'm not scared."
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Yu Jian thought she heard wrongly, so she came closer and asked him, "What are you mumbling about?"
"I said, I'm not scared! Boss Han has been kind to me, and I can't betray him no matter what! Any reform to meet market demand is just an excuse for not sticking to my heart! Boss Han I have worked hard for Jin Fulou all my life, and now I am old and have to watch the sign fall to the ground?!" Dad Yu seemed to have been opened up to the second line of Ren and Du, and he complained as if he was pouring beans, "Pooh--I want to make boss Han look good. Sweep the floor, I, Yu Jianguo, am the first to disagree!"
Oh ho——
Yu Jian looked at his father with admiration. Sure enough, the rabbit would bite people when it was anxious. This forced the good old man to a desperate situation, and his momentum exploded with unimaginable power.
"But... this most important dish was ruined..." Father Yu looked at the crisper box in his daughter's hand distressedly, wasting the ingredients.
Yu Jian's eyes also moved to the lotus seed soaked in sour vinegar. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in her mind. She vaguely remembered that Emperor Wu liked to eat radishes in his last years. After thinking about it, the cook made a dish that was heavy in sourness and spicy.
Emperor Wu ate it and praised it greatly, and later it became a famous dish in Luoyang.
This is "Peony Yancai".
The sour taste reminded Yu Jian that people in the Tang Dynasty had strong tastes, and the sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy dishes were greatly reflected in their dishes. Although Mr. Jin came from Chaozhou, the entire menu basically catered to the taste of his hometown.
It can also moderate appetite.
Besides, the current situation is urgent and it is impossible to make lotus paste from scratch. It is better to adjust the diet.
Dad Yu was still secretly annoyed, shaking his head and sighing.
"Dad, we still have a chance." Yu Jian said, although his expression was serious, he felt slightly relieved.
"Oh, what do you say?" Father Yu heard something in her words.
Yu Jian told him her thoughts, and Dad Yu touched his chin and started thinking.
"Daughter, are you sure?" He had heard of this steamed peony dish before, but it was said that the craftsmanship was complicated and required extremely high requirements for knife and carving skills. The radish shreds had to be as thin as bird's nest shreds, and the peonies had to be in full bloom, extremely beautiful.
Test the chef's skills.
These are Yu Jian's strengths. Without bragging, her basic skills are more than a little better than Yu's father.
He winked playfully and said to his father: "Don't you still believe me?"
Father Yu looked at the grimace she had worked so hard to make, and finally smiled.
Now that we have decided to fight, there is no retreat! Boss Han, Yu Jianguo will not let you lose face!
Father Yu made an oath in his heart and followed his daughter into the battle.
Shredded radish is the soul of peony agarwood. Yu Jian picked and picked in the basket, and finally found a large white radish that was still good enough for the eyes.
The radish should be clear and juicy, with a bright white color, without a trace of impurities. Yu Jian peeled the radish skin cleanly, cut the radish into long strips with two knives, and visually measured the length of the radish shreds. The shadow of the knife flashed, and the slender radish was
The silk becomes.
I also found mung bean flour, spread it evenly, and put it in a steamer to steam.
After fifteen minutes, take it out and put it in the freezer to freeze quickly.
Then, Yu Jian started to deal with the side dishes. Cut the oyster mushrooms, lean pork shreds, and fungus into shreds and blanch them. After draining, add oil in the pot. Add vinegar first. After the oil and vinegar are fully mixed, pour the ingredients into the pan and stir-fry quickly. Dish out and set aside.
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The stock is also the key to this dish. Yu Jian took out the chicken soup that was boiled yesterday, poured it into the pot, added the crucian carp that had been stir-fried to remove the fishy smell, brought to a boil over high heat, then turned down the heat and simmered slowly.
Within twenty minutes, the soup in the pot had turned milky white, and a strange aroma came out from the mixture of chicken and fish. Yu Jian stared at the soup for a moment, and accurately placed the spoon in the pot, taking only the two tumbling center pieces.
Spoon.
Yu's father had already prepared a golden soup basin. After the soup was poured into the basin, Yu Jian added the side dishes and shredded radish in turn. In the end, only the peonies were left.
Peony is known as the king of flowers. In addition to being graceful and luxurious, it also has a rich fragrance. The dishes of the Tang Dynasty are full of form and spirit, and they pursue the beauty of artistic conception.
Father Yu placed a large piece of chicken cake steamed in the steamer in front of the table. Yu Jian replaced the thin knife and buried her head in carving.
Between movement and silence, the shape of a flower appeared. She waved her hand and said to Dad Yu: "The knife is great..." It is indeed not great. This knife is already the smallest and thinnest in the kitchen, but
She still had trouble holding it.
Yu Jian already missed the knife she used in the Tang Dynasty, that thin flying knife.
Dad Yu stared at the chicken cake in her hand and said perfunctorily: "I'll order a knife for you later."
Yu Jian kept his promise in mind and speeded up his hands.
Five minutes later, a bright and wealthy peony was placed squarely in the center of the golden soup, indescribably gorgeous and gorgeous.