The meat in the pot should be mutton that is not muttony. The one in Yu Jian's hand is a freshly slaughtered grain-fed Lobu sheep, with alternating fat and lean. According to the proportion, each pot will have one piece of mutton paired with a handful of chickpeas, and two pieces
Put half of the yellow radish and one onion first and then the other half, then add a few raisins, dates and wolfberries.
Inspired by Yu Jianguo's work, Yu Jian made a simple rack and cooked the meat on the naan pit. Sesame naan cakes were baked in the pit. The aroma of grains was accompanied by the aroma of meat. Each one was better than the next.
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At eleven o'clock, dinner time arrived. Old faces crowded into the dinner door again.
The strong aroma of sheep smells as soon as you enter, which stimulates the diners' appetite. From time to time, they glance at the kitchen door curtain and lick the corners of their lips.
"Boss boss, the smell today...is extraordinary!" Xiaobao went to the door to play in the snow after dinner. The young mother kept her concentration high while chatting with the boss lady.
The proprietress spat out the melon seed shells and said mysteriously: "Don't tell me, you are really in luck!"
So, with everyone looking forward to it, two figures, one big and one small, appeared in the back kitchen. The small one was naturally a familiar stream, and the big one... Wearing a mask, he showed his eyes and said to the little girl in front.
Incredibly similar.
Xiaobao tilted his head and bit his finger and asked cutely: "Sister Xiaoxi, who is that uncle?"
Xiaoxi squatted down, scratched his little nose, and blinked: "That's my daddy!"
The word "dad" is a bit unfamiliar to Xiaobao. His father has been away from home for many years and only comes back during holidays. Xiaobao's impression of him is only a brief glimpse of him in the video, and he always calls him
The sound of the name.
He turned around, threw himself into his mother's arms, hugged her waist and rubbed her, and said weakly: "Xiaobao...Xiaobao also has a father!"
The young mother's eyes were red, she touched his head and whispered comfort: "Of course, Xiaobao's father loves Xiaobao the most."
But in my heart, I once again became convinced: it’s time to meet the child’s father.
Today's menu is surprisingly rich. Eagle-eyed diners discovered that two of the dishes here are made in the South. Look at the spicy and sour chicken. The spicy taste is blazing in the nose. But when they ate it, they found that it was not what they imagined at all.
It's medium spicy, but it still has a hint of sweetness. Look at the green spinach tips. They are blanched and served with minced garlic. They are green and crispy, and crunchy when you bite them.
There are also two portions of pot meat...
Hmm? Two copies???
The diners looked at the two identical teapots in front of them and were a little confused.
"This is?" Someone pointed at the tea vat and did not dare to open it, but his throat was trembling desperately, showing a greedy look. There was no way, the smell was too fragrant...
The boss lady was there, looking like you were getting a bargain, and said: "You all have a taste, and you will vote later -"
Yu Jianguo happily picked up the dishes. It was the first time for him to do such a job, and he found it a lot of fun. Especially when the students pretended to be pitiful and said nice things to ask him to have two more pieces of meat, he felt so sincerely proud, not to mention
It made him so happy.
The young mother pointed to two identical tea jars and asked her son: "Which one do you want to eat?"
Xiaobao and a little mouse wandered back and forth between the two teapots, and it took a long time before he made a difficult choice: "That's it!"
The young mother pushed his choice in front of him: "After you have chosen, you can only eat your own!" The two of them only took two portions. The little baby couldn't eat too much, and the rest would definitely fall into her belly.
Xiaobao glanced at the teapot in front of his mother again with some hesitation, and bit his teeth: "Okay!"
The lid was carefully opened, the water vapor condensed into soup drops, rolled around on the lid, and then fell back into the crowd. The sound of "ding dong ding dong", accompanied by bursts of fragrance, captured Xiaobao's heart at once.
Heart.
"Wow! It's milk!" Xiaobao was greatly surprised. The soup in the tea vat was milky white, just like the milk he drank. No - milk doesn't have such a fragrance!
He grabbed the spoon, took a spoonful for himself, blew twice, and put it into his mouth. The broth was sweet and warm, with a warm and mellow aroma, which spread into his mouth bit by bit.
Xiaobao didn't understand any fancy words, he just felt that this was a fresh taste that he had never tasted in his whole life. But others were different. They only took a sip and tasted the extraordinary taste of this tea vat.
smell.
The elegance of the mutton is compressed repeatedly with the high temperature and fire, and condenses into drops of rich soup. The majesty of the grassland and the enthusiasm of the sheep seem to be integrated into this soup.
Fresh and fragrant.
This is their most intuitive feeling about soup.
Return to depression.
This is the lingering fragrance left after the soup slides into the throat.
You can't even taste the flavor of the medicinal materials if you don't taste them carefully, but you can still find clues in every thread, which makes people have a long aftertaste...
Take another bite of mutton, and it has a different taste. The leg meat is full of muscles, but it is stewed soft, but it is surprisingly delicate. The meat absorbs the essence of the soup, and it rolls on the tip of the tongue, and it overflows with different flavors.
The soup is full of flavor. Just one mouthful of soup and one mouthful of meat makes people want to swallow it all with their tongues.
There was no sound of conversation in the restaurant for a long time. Everyone was immersed in the joy that the meat in the jar brought them, and could not extricate themselves for a long time.
Yu Jianguo watched with satisfaction as everyone drank the stewed mutton soup he made, and showed a provocative smile to his daughter. The proud look on his face seemed to make him feel like he had won.
"The good show is yet to come." Yu Jian silently mouthed to him, gesturing for him to continue reading. It's rare to see mutton stew in the south, so naturally it's a bit of a head start, but people, after all, they are still used to themselves.
Food is more emotional.
As she expected, after a brief shock, everyone's attention shifted to another tea vat. As soon as she opened the lid, a strange but familiar smell hit her nostrils, and the expression on her face was unconscious.
The ground softened.
Inside is shiny mutton bone meat, mixed with radish and toothpaste, with a unique strong aroma. The students' hands have reached out to the pepper on the table, sprinkled a thick layer on it, and stirred it up.
Just take a big sip from the teapot...
The thick soup stained with mutton fat star seeds is moistened with pepper and has a little spiciness, but it perfectly neutralizes the slight smell of the mutton soup. It is delicious but not greasy in one bite. The hot soup flows straight down the throat.
In the stomach and abdomen, a warm current swept through the whole body in an instant.
The yellow radish is stewed until it is soft and glutinous, and it melts between the lips once you take a sip, with a slight sweetness. The radish is also stewed so that its original spiciness is removed, leaving only the unique sweetness of vegetables, but without losing its crispness.
It's so refreshing, you can feel the slightly hard touch of your teeth when you bite it.
This delicious and spicy aroma... is the favorite taste of people from Xinjiang Province...