As a hotel operator, he naturally knows how difficult it is to make a decision to give up high prices in the best location. But such a hotel has been in operation for decades. Even after years of changes, it is still hot and full inside.
vitality.
He seemed to understand why his daughter had gone round and round and finally chose such a place to settle down.
"Okay, Dad will go with you!" He patted his daughter on the shoulder and laughed heartily.
Outside, there was still heavy snowfall, as if it wanted to wrap the city tightly with white snowflakes.
Two pairs of footprints, one big and one small, winding upward, steady and firm.
I opened the store door and lit up a lamp as usual. No more, no less, just one lamp. It guided passers-by and also informed everyone that the restaurant is open today.
In the back kitchen, Yu Jianguo looked at the somewhat crude and primitive worktop and was at a loss.
Yu Jian skillfully lit a fire under the stove and lit the naan pit. Circles of flames spiraled up along the unique lines on the bottom of the pit, and stopped in mid-air, leaving only dots of flames.
Going up, it was an eye-opener for Yu Jianguo.
"Is this a tool for baking naan?" He curiously looked closer and touched it again and again. "This is even better than our earth oven!"
Yu Jian was picking vegetables in the basket and smiled when he heard this: "This should be an older oven. This is what we used at that time..."
Yu Jianguo was stunned.
Yu Jian was also stunned for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and looked away as if unintentionally, not wanting to look at Yu Jianguo's expression.
"Jian..." Yu Jianguo sipped his lips and licked the corners of his dry lips, "Your mother and I don't have to suppress ourselves. We haven't told anyone about you, not even Yu Yuan knows.
." After all, this is very ridiculous, and the Yu family and his wife have no intention of telling anyone else, not even Yu Jianping. They just want to keep this secret in their stomachs forever and guard their children.
His slightly flattering tone attracted Yu Jian's eyes. She grinned and nodded: "Okay."
There were a lot of palm-sized baby chickens frozen in the freezer, which are the main ingredients of the chicken. But Yu Jianguo had a new idea. He and his daughter planned to make roast chicken.
"This kind of chicken is the most delicious when grilled. It's fragrant and crispy. I guarantee that diners won't want to leave after eating it once!" He split the defrosted chicken in the middle and took out the internal organs.
Throwing it aside, he continued, "The leftovers can be used to stir-fry hot and sour chicken..."
When they got to the kitchen, the world was dominated by the father and daughter. Yu Jian listened and nodded. To a certain extent, she felt that Yu Jianguo was definitely not the talentless fool his grandfather and himself said. On the contrary, he was very good at cooking with ingredients.
Has its own unique perspective.
The chicken body is fixed with long wooden strips and brushed with translucent oil. There is no need to add any seasoning at this time. You just need to put it into the naan pit and let it roast over the hot fire. Just when the flames are about to reach the white chicken feet, Yu Jianguo turns quickly with his eyes and hands.
The wooden sticks and the flames burned away the loneliness, and I could only continue to work hard in anger.
After a while, the entire kitchen was filled with the aroma of chicken. This was the original aroma of meat fat without any spices. It was elegant and light, but impressive.
The proprietress got up a little late today, still carrying the apples she bought at the fruit stall the day before, and was preparing to visit the patient. As soon as she came out of the community, she saw familiar lights.
She cursed loudly: "This child, what are you doing!" She quickened her pace and walked forward.
Layer after layer of heat, the surface of the chicken skin became more and more golden. Yu Jianguo put his head into the pit, and was suddenly hit by the burning heat all over his face.
He took two steps back, and under Yu Jian's worried gaze, he chuckled: "This temperature... is okay!"
Why isn't that possible? The hairline that finally grew out has been hardened by the heat! But Yu Jian didn't dare to say this in front of him.
"Xiaoxi!" The landlady came in angrily from outside. She was covered in wind, snow and cold air, but was warmed by the warmth of the kitchen and shut her mouth for a moment. Looking at the two people who looked somewhat similar, they turned to look at her at the same time.
When the words came to his lips, he suddenly couldn't speak anymore.
Yu Jian smiled naively and explained with some embarrassment: "Madam boss, actually my name is not Xiaoxi...my real name is Yu Jian. This is my father Yu Jianguo."
Yu Jianguo waved towards her, showing his standard eight teeth.
The landlady pursed her lips, her gaze kept circling between the father and daughter, and finally stamped her feet: "I don't care what your name is! If you don't take a good rest at home, what are you doing here? Let me tell you, if you do it again
I don’t care if I’m sick, so it can’t be considered a work-related injury——”
Yu Jian was amused by her pretentious sarcasm and burst into laughter. She took two steps forward and held her hand: "That won't work. You could have said that at that time and you would control me for the rest of my life!"
The landlady's eyes widened: "That's because you are all alone. Now that your parents have come to the door, you still want to rely on me?!" He nodded her head and pushed her away. She sniffed and spoke again.
Ask: "What did you father and son soldiers cook today?"
"Roast chicken!" Yu Jian answered her sweetly.
The chicken slowly drained away its fat along the wooden strips. The moment it came out of the naan pit, the overbearing aroma surged out, leaving Yu Jianguo confused.
After the roasted chicken has cooled slightly, it's time to disassemble it. The tip of the knife only needs a slight force and a slight pull to separate the chicken legs from the chicken body, with an extremely tender and delicious aroma that permeates the entire restaurant.
The chicken that has been roasted over a high fire has already been separated from its bones and flesh.
The meat is so tender that it drips with water, and the bones are so crisp that it breaks into pieces when you bite it. Sprinkle a layer of chili pepper and cumin powder, add a pinch of diced green onion and celery, spread it evenly with your hands, and it's ready to serve.
In front of the proprietress, there was a small plate of prepared roast chicken quietly placed. There were not many items, but Yu Jian thoughtfully put her favorite chicken drumsticks on it.
She stretched her head and looked at the kitchen. The curtain returned to calm after a slight movement. She took a deep breath, and her nose was filled with the spicy aroma.
"Stinky girl, it's a good thing I didn't hurt her in vain." She muttered in a low voice and picked up the chopsticks.
Although it has been spray-roasted, the chicken still retains its golden, fragrant and oily texture. She picked up the chicken legs and took a small bite.
The quality of the meat is neither woody nor woody. In the mouth, it is eight points soft and two points strong. It is fresh and spicy, spicy and fresh. It has a hot aroma without losing the most essential fresh taste of the poultry.
.
Even the chili powder and cumin powder are just right, with a little more and a little less, but they can't achieve such a balanced taste.
tasty!
These two words appeared endlessly in the mind of the landlady. She also threw away the chopsticks and used them directly. The corners of her mouth were stained with oil, and she felt so good after eating——