The door of the restaurant was half open, and there was a faint cool breeze blowing in. The woman got closer and took a sniff, and sure enough, there was a strong aroma of grains.
Wash the rice grains with clean water, then soak them in time to soak out all impurities and particles, and then filter the water through a mesh sieve to make the water clear and transparent. Sprinkle salt and peanut oil into the washed rice, stir evenly, and then add the rice that has not been soaked
The water is frozen for a period of time.
Bring the water to a boil in the pot, pour in the refrigerated rice and simmer slowly until the rice grains bloom and become thick. Then use a sieve to sift out the porridge rice, leaving only a silky and dense porridge bottom, which exudes a subtle and subtle flavor from time to time.
Rich aroma.
This is the inspiration that Chef Ah Si drew from the delicious porridge of Fujian and Guangdong - rice-free porridge.
The woman was very interested in this novel soup base that she had never seen before. Under Fang Zilu's guidance, she picked up a thin and translucent skin-on fish fillet with a fork.
"So beautiful -" she carefully raised the fish fillet, facing the warm light in the restaurant, she couldn't help but admire, "it's like a diamond..." crystal clear.
The boneless fish fillet is a wonderful display of Chef Lai's knife skills. Cut the carp with a knife from the tail, press the fish body tightly with one hand, hold the kitchen knife tightly with the other hand, and cut along the direction of the fish bone to create a rich fillet. I just feel
The blade of the knife in his hand was lightly scratched, and the two pieces of fish feces fell easily, leaving only the thin fish bones.
Carp has a lot of bones, but Chef Lai has his own mysterious skills in removing fish bones. He opens and closes his palm and takes out a long piece of fish meat full of fine back spines from the middle of the flesh. At this point, the fish meat on the chopping board has reached
True boneless state.
Just one slice with a diagonal knife turns into a fish fillet that is as translucent as crystal. Then marinated with subtle seasonings, it is the perfect match for the rice-free soup base.
The woman carefully put the fish fillets into the small grid, and the fish fillets sank to the bottom. Three seconds later, the soup noodles started to roll out, like a small boat, dancing gracefully in the vast white ocean. Then came the
What came was a stronger aroma that lingered on the tips of their noses.
"Are you ready?" The man wiped the corner of his mouth, holding a knife in one hand and a fork in eager anticipation.
Fang Zilu rolled his eyes speechlessly and reminded: "You don't need a knife to eat hot pot. If you are really hungry, you can take a sip of rice soup first."
"Can I drink this?" The man's eyes lit up.
He immediately scooped up a full spoonful with the spoon he handed over and put it into his mouth in an instant. Before Fang Zilu could stop him, he heard a clear and loud "hiss" sound. Sure enough, the man covered his mouth and sobbed incomprehensibly.
He said: "It's so hot..."
The big spoon filled with rice soup in the other hand was not willing to put down at all.
Fang Zilu twitched his eyebrows and wanted to laugh again.
When the heat in his mouth dissipated, the man followed suit, blew a few breaths of cool air, touched the temperature of the rice soup with his lips, and then drank it all.
This clean and shiny white rice soup swept through the entire mouth in an instant. It seemed to have no seasoning, but it was surprisingly smooth and viscous. It made me feel like I was in a wheat field, and my mouth was filled with the taste of harvest. The man's eyes were filled with moisture.
, reminds me of the grassland in Linan.
The fish fillets were also blanched. The woman took out the slightly curled white fish meat with a small drain spoon and shook it into the sauce that Fang Zilu had prepared for her. The fish meat rolled in the dark brown juice, then she sucked it into her mouth and touched it.
When it touches the hot tip of the tongue, the tenderness and softness dissolve in an instant. The slight spiciness hidden in the sauce lingering in the mouth, as well as the light wetness of the porridge water, finally turn into a fresh and refreshing fragrance.
The sweet taste... flows into the throat.
It's just... so delicious that I want to cry.
The two of them happily tried the pleasure brought by each small grid. When they encountered a particularly spicy one, the woman turned her spoon in a circle to avoid it. The man seemed to have a special liking for the hot pot with a fiery smell, even if it was too spicy.
He stuck out his tongue and kept stuffing food into his mouth bit by bit.
When the bottom of the porridge gradually became turbid, Fang Zilu served another small bowl of the rice porridge that had just been filtered out, and poured it into the soup base under the eyes of the two people. The meaty aroma immediately overflowed, mellow and unrestrained, and then sprinkled with finely chopped green onion.
"Have a taste." He scooped a small bowl for each of them.
The smell of the piping hot porridge will tell you how delicious it will be. The woman took a small sip, and the fragrant and fluffy but soft and soft touch made her close her eyes in an instant. After finishing the small bowl of porridge,
, I just feel that my whole body is feeling a different kind of comfort.
When he left, the man still reluctantly looked at the sizzling and fragrant crispy meat in the small pot next to the kitchen. Fang Zilu smiled and packed a small portion for him in a paper bag. He immediately started dancing with joy.
, kept giving thumbs up: "China, awesome!"
The woman even paid a large tip directly and uploaded the beautiful pictures she just took to the social platform with a few clicks.
Fang Zilu watched the two of them leave. The man kept stuffing the small pieces of pork into his mouth one by one. Not long after leaving, he found that he had finished eating again. He patted his head in frustration, licked his lips and complained that he had eaten too fast.
…
The guests at the second table turned out to be fellow countrymen from China. As soon as Zhao Youwei entered the room, he habitually looked towards the kitchen and was a little disappointed when he didn't see that familiar figure.
His girlfriend comforted him: "Maybe he is busy."
Fang Zilu came over with a menu. Seeing his lack of energy, he asked in Esperanto: "What's wrong?"
His girlfriend smiled and patted his hand: "He is a fan of Little Boss." The answer was in Chinese.
Zhao Youwei cheered up a little and asked, "Can I see the little boss?"
Fang Zilu was a little embarrassed: "The little boss is not here today." Although he wanted to tell the person in front of him that the little boss was missing. But Chu Liangwei said that the news is not clear yet. If he rashly speaks out online, he is afraid that the other party will jump over the wall and quarrel.
Only then did he restrain himself.
"That's it..." Zhao Youwei nodded angrily and could only give up.
His girlfriend held his hand, and the dry warmth brought by her palm warmed his heart a little. That year, he and his girlfriend went to the capital for a trip, and it happened that Yu's restaurant had just opened. Unexpectedly, he seemed to be addicted to this meal.
In the days to come, no matter how difficult it was for him in the Garden Country, he would always think about the taste buds that the restaurants in China brought to him.
He smiled softly and touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. Just thinking about it made his mouth water. Later, a young owner of the Yu family restaurant came, and he paid attention to it from the beginning. Although he was abroad, it did not affect him at all.
8G surfing. The duel with Western catering, the provocation of Neon Country, and later being framed. Zhao Youwei only regretted that he was far away in a foreign country and could not put himself in his shoes and contribute his own strength.
Later, when the little boss overcame all the difficulties and reestablished his prestige for Yu's restaurant, he jumped for joy like a fool in the rental house. He also saw the little boss live broadcast, and every time he paid attention, he complained that he couldn't eat.
The craftsmanship of a small boss.
Even when everyone was criticizing Yu's restaurant, he still firmly believed that a restaurant that could make food so delicious couldn't have any bad intentions.
Just when his thoughts were wandering, his girlfriend had already ordered the dishes. Fang Zilu had an instinctive affinity for fellow Chinese people. He carried the record board to the kitchen and added two more dishes...