In the back alley of Lanhai Street, an increasingly rich aroma wafts out from the pipe.
The cook from the Lan Ting Xuan restaurant next door happened to come out to take out the garbage. He sniffed his nose and inhaled the alluring fragrance into his stomach, which slightly relieved the greedy food in his belly.
This taste seems to be more delicious than the steak fried by their chef.
The restaurant next door just opened, and it is always quiet in front of the door, but the back kitchen smells different aromas every day, sometimes sweet, sometimes salty, sometimes beef, sometimes chicken. The aroma in their store
The employees are all talking about what these restaurants cook every day.
The two Yu brothers are making meatballs.
Yu Jianguo signed a cooperation agreement with a breeding farm in the western suburbs, which will be the source of goods for Yu's restaurant in the future. A batch of freshly slaughtered meat was delivered in the morning. Yu Jianping took a look and saw a few fat old geese.
We all know that Yangcheng people love to eat goose, but in fact Chaozhou people love it even more. There are hundreds of ways to cook goose meat, fried, fried, and roasted.
What Yu Jianping is going to make is goose meatballs. Wash and peel the fresh goose meat, take the thickest breast and leg meat, beat it on the chopping board with a meat stick to make a meat paste. Add local minced galangal in Raoxiang, and use
Season with cooking wine, salt, etc., and then mix it into the fresh soup stewed with goose bones to make it taste better.
Boil water in the pot. After the water boils, squeeze the goose meat paste into ball shape and put it into the water. After a while, the white and fat goose meat balls float to the surface one after another like glutinous rice balls.
Needless to say, Yu Jianguo’s beef balls are made with skill. The beef hind leg meat is trimmed with tendons and butter, and then beaten into a paste. A little beef bone soup is also added to it, and the meatballs are shaped into small and delicate balls. They are a miniature version of the meatballs.
Goose meatballs.
Traditional beef balls make you full after eating two or three. This is a smaller version of beef balls specially developed by him, which is more suitable for women and children.
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Yang Jianxin worked a half-day shift today. He went home for a break at noon, and his mind was filled with the fragrance he smelled in the back alley.
Getting up in a hurry, he shouted outside the room: "Mom, stop cooking. Let's go out to eat tonight."
Mother Yang came over with a casual thought: "We went out to eat again. You made so little money to keep your mouth shut!" After saying that, she consciously put away the basket she was about to choose.
In the evening, Yang Jianxin dragged his parents out of the house. He is a native of Beijing and lives in a community near Lanhai Street. It only takes ten minutes to walk to Yujia Restaurant.
The lights in Lantingxuan next to it are bright, and there are many people sitting at the door waiting for tables. On the other hand, the door of this restaurant is quiet and quiet, with only a weak light reflected through the windows.
Yang’s mother questioned: “It looks like there’s not a lot of people there…” According to the elderly’s concept, you will have to queue up for a delicious place, and if there is no one there, it will most likely not taste good.
Yang Jianxin also had some doubts. Logically speaking, he shouldn't. When he opened the door, his doubts were cleared.
There is a sharp contrast between the hustle and bustle inside the door and the coldness and silence outside. Separated by a door, it seems like a world is separated.
"Who are you?" A beautiful female greeter came up. She was wearing a pink gown and a headband of the same color.
"Three...three." Yang Jianxin was stunned by her sweet smile and answered a little embarrassedly.
The female receptionist looked at the tablet in her hand and said to them: "There happens to be a table of guests who have changed their appointments. Please come with me."
Only then did Yang Jianxin realize that it was no wonder that not many people were visiting the Yu's restaurant, as the restaurant only required reservations. Along the way, people were chatting with each other in the private room, and reservation information was already placed on the empty table.
It's a good thing that he was still worried about others, and they would have made a fortune long ago!
"Miss, I'm from Lantingxuan next door..." Yang Jianxin got close to people, starting from announcing his family name.
The girl nodded and served tea sets to several people: "I know, I have seen you."
"real?"
"Well, every time you go to the kitchen to take out the trash, you like to stand in front of our door for a while." The girl showed four teeth.
Well……
He couldn't answer this... After hesitating for a few words, he whispered softly: "Who makes your kitchen smell so delicious every day?"
Father Yang ordered the food. Just as the girl was about to leave, she was stopped by Yang Jianxin: "What's the smell in the back alley of your house today?"
The girl thought for a while and said, "You mean meatballs?"
Yang Jianxin swallowed his saliva and nodded: "Add another meatball for me."
Double Pill Yuhai, as its name suggests, is a soup made from two different kinds of meatballs. The prototype of this dish comes from Tang Dynasty Tang Yuxiu Meatballs. Yu Jian improved it and told Yu Jianguo how to make it.
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The soup base is a stock that is slowly simmered with chicken bones, with various fresh mushrooms added. After filtering, the soup is as white as water and has a delicious aroma in your mouth.
The beef meatballs and goose meatballs are simmered in the stock, and there are still tiny bubbles when they come out of the pot. Sprinkle a little celery and green onion, and it looks indescribably refreshing.
Yang Jianxin first filled a small bowl of soup and took a sip. He felt that after one sip, the ingredients in his mouth were filled with freshness and deliciousness, and the more he drank, the more delicious it became.
They use one word to describe it in Beijing dialect: fastidious!
The goose meatballs are chewy, and the goose meat dances in the mouth, while the beef balls are small, one bite at a time, and Yang Jianxin enjoyed eating them.
Yang's mother soaked the rice in the soup. One spoonful at a time, the rice was mixed with the soup, which was another ultimate enjoyment.
Father Yang prefers soy sauce pork knuckles. The skin of the pork knuckles is thin, tender and meaty. When you take one bite, the meat is fragrant, the spices are fragrant, and there is a hint of tea. The meat is firm, but tender and juicy. It will be sweet and delicious after eating several more bites.
greasy.
At this time, it was time to drink a little wine to cheer up the fun. Father Yang unscrewed the red star Erguotou secretly hidden in his pants pocket, and happily took a sip of the pig's knuckle and a sip of wine under the eyes of Mother Yang.
After eating and drinking, Yang Jianxin went to the front desk to check out, and saw the young lady from before. He thought of the task his mother had assigned him, and asked with some difficulty: "Um... I want to buy some meatballs, is that okay?"
The girl was a little surprised, so she asked him to wait a moment and went to the kitchen to ask. There were many guests who liked to eat their food, and this was the first one to bring them with them after eating.
After a while, the girl came back, carrying a small lunch box in her hand, and said a little apologetically: "The meatballs in the kitchen are all made according to the predetermined ratio, there are not too many. But our master chef said that we can give them to you."
Try a few, no charge."
Although the number of meatballs in the box is a bit small, and I can only cook one meal when I get home, it is better than nothing. Yang Jianxin insisted on paying more money, and he will not take advantage of it!
"Xiaoxin, the restaurant you recommended today is good." Yang's father picked the meat scraps between his teeth and praised him, "I will bring old friends over to try it in a few days. You can make a reservation for me then!"
Yang Jianxin hummed and touched the phone in his pocket with his fingers. He had just added the young lady's WeChat account. He saw the young lady's smile in front of him, and his ears turned red...