A few boys were walking slowly towards the school on their snow boots, but when they reached the door, they stopped still. Smiles spread across their faces and they swallowed each other's saliva.
"Isn't it said that Sister Xiaoxi is sick? Why is the door open again today?" someone said quietly.
Another person looked at it twice and said uncertainly: "Is it possible that the disease will be cured so quickly?"
"Let's go and have a look at noon!" This time, the two of them said in unison. Even the nervousness about the upcoming test was relieved a lot, and their steps became much more brisk.
In this heavy snowfall, there is probably nothing more satisfying than the delicious food that is about to reach your mouth.
In the restaurant, the proprietress leisurely finished chewing the last chicken bone, licked the remaining chili powder on her fingers, and narrowed her eyes in contentment.
There was no movement behind the kitchen door curtain, and I could only vaguely hear voices coming from inside. The landlady tilted her ears, but she couldn't hear clearly. She seemed to be discussing how to cook some ingredients. She put down her legs and put the remaining food on the plate.
He poured the chicken bones into the trash can and walked in carrying the oil-stained dinner plate.
Yu Jian and Yu Jianguo put their round heads together and studied the remaining mutton in the freezer from the last stew of sheep heads and hooves.
"How about baking it in the naan pit?" Yu Jianguo suggested.
Yu Jian touched his chin, thinking of a delicacy he had eaten when he first came to Xinjiang Province, and clapped his hands: "Dad, can you make pot meat?"
What?
Yu Jianguo straightened up, with a troubled look on his face. He laughed twice, and then said: "Although your dad is a cook, he is not very good at it..." He can still speak well of the food in the south, but this is not the case.
Not to mention that he has never tasted the local delicacies coming to the frontier, some of them have never been seen before.
It really stumped him.
The proprietress listened for a while behind the curtain, her mouth raised wider and wider. She knew Xiaoxi without looking in. Oh no, it should be called Yu Jian. She must know what the meat in the vat is about. Isn't this intentional?
Tossing a brick wall and trying to test whether her father’s knowledge is rich or not. Let’s see, there will definitely be a follow-up——
Sure enough, when Yu Jian heard her father say this, she said with a slight hint of disgust on her face: "Dad, you have never eaten pork and you have seen pigs running, right? I have told you before, don't sleep sullenly when you have nothing to do.
, you need to study more! There are thousands of delicacies left by our ancestors, and even if we are cooks, we can learn them all, but at least we must be able to say a few words when we go out..."
Yu Jianguo's face turned green and red as she spoke. He realized that his daughter was back, but her aura had changed. He pulled his daughter's sleeves and said awkwardly: "How about I give it to you?"
Does your father save some face? Don’t just train your subordinates..."
Yu Jian was stunned for a moment, and her face tightened. It seemed like... she really let herself go a bit... ha?
The proprietress couldn't hold back her laughter, and bowed in from the front, breaking the rather awkward atmosphere. She pointed at the mutton and explained to Yu Jianguo: "The meat in the pot should be regarded as stewed mutton in your place. We here like to put the mutton pieces in the tea."
It is stewed in a vat, hence the name."
Yu Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, and suddenly realized: "Hey! Who doesn't know how to make mutton stew?"
Yu Jian glanced over: "Are we competing?"
Yu Jianguo puffed up his chest: "Who is afraid of whom?"
…
The landlady didn’t know why the good father-daughter love turned into a smokeless war in the kitchen. She wasn’t particularly clear about Lao Yu’s origins, but just looking at his skills in making naan pit roasted chicken, she thought it was
Not a general person.
Returning to the checkout counter, the proprietress grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the bucket and continued to cross her legs. She glanced at the clock on the wall from the corner of her eye. It would be almost dinner time in an hour. She was also a little curious about the father-daughter soldiers going into battle.
, what kind of taste feast can it bring!
Winter is the best time to take supplements. As Yu Jianguo, who was born and raised in Raoxiang, he has made the braised mutton soup in Raoxiang countless times. There is a popular saying among them: Winter mutton soup, one supplement is enough to supplement ten.
.It is said that fish and mutton are the most delicious. Raoxiang's stewed mutton soup must put an important ingredient - preserved meat. This is actually a type of dried sea fish. In a place like Xinjiang Province, you don't have to think about it.
No.
But it doesn’t matter. In the hands of a master, even if the ingredients are short, you can still make delicious food. There is still one thigh meat of the lamb. Wash it with the skin and chop it into small pieces. Heat the lamb in a pot and use a dry pot first.
Fry off part of the water, then pour in cold water, ginger and green onion sections, and add cooking wine to remove the smell. After boiling over high heat, cook for a few minutes, wait until all the blood comes out, then clean. At this time, the mutton has been cooked at high temperature for the first time.
, the meat has shrunk, and the smell has gone away.
"Jian, do you have a package of medicinal materials?" Yu Jianguo called. The kitchen was not big, but there were quite a lot of things. He couldn't figure out where the bottles and jars were, so he could only ask.
Yu Jian responded, pointed to the bottom cabinet and said, "It seems there is one underneath. Take a look for yourself." People here in Xinjiang Province eat a lot of spicy food, and the main seasonings are based on strong spices.
The medicinal materials in Lu are quite rare.
Yu Jianguo groped for a long time, and finally dug out all the old cloth bags. There were not many things in them, and the only thing he could use was a blind ginseng.
He chirped twice, okay, it's better than nothing.
Put cold water back into the pot, pour in the mutton, add ginger slices, and a handful of ginseng, cover the pot and wait for the fire to boil. Soon, billowing fireworks appeared around the edge of the pot, and Yu Jianguo opened the lid.
, and used the colander to spin it around in an instant. Strangely enough, the thickly foamy mutton soup was still as clear as water, with no impurities at all.
The next step is to simmer it over a slow fire until the heat reaches the point where the mutton becomes soft and glutinous and the mutton soup becomes richer.
After more than half an hour, the mutton soup has reached the critical seasoning time. Sprinkle a pinch of salt and stir. The mutton soup has now turned milky white, with a bright color like milk. The fragrance has a medicinal aroma, but it is just light.
A brief sniff makes your whole body feel smooth.
"Mutton is nourishing, and adenophora ginseng moisturizes the lungs. It's a pity, it's a pity. If Polygonatum odoratum can be added to moisturize the dryness, it would be like a god coming down to earth to take a bite..." Yu Jianguo took a small taste and sighed sincerely.
road.
Yu Jian next to him glanced at him and curled his lips: "Bragging~"
Yu Jianguo's neck twitched and his eyes widened: "What bragging! What do you know about a little kid! Are you ready for your stupid meat?"
Yu Jian turned her gaze back to the steaming teapot on the oven, her eyes softened, as if looking at her own child, she sneezed slightly, and her nose briefly cleared.
In just a few seconds, she seemed to smell an unusual aroma. Her eyes drifted to Yu Jianguo's hand involuntarily. The white milk slid down the teapot with the shaking of the spoon, and the pieces of meat fell.