Mr. Wang was so excited that he was shaking all over. These are all rare and extinct pig breeds, from the Songhua pigs in the Northeast to the miniature pigs in Qiongzhou. They were all displayed in front of him.
Mr. Wang shed tears. He had not seen some of these ingredients in forty or fifty years.
"Mr. Hou, okay, okay, you have done a great thing for China!" Mr. Wang said affectionately, holding the monkey's hand.
"Whether I am a purebred or not, I still need you to keep an eye on me!" Monkey said quickly and humbly.
"Hahaha, I didn't mention it. I didn't expect that I would be able to see these precious pig breeds when I grow old. This is the happiest thing for me in these years."
Mr. Wang's sharp eyes carefully identified the pork, and finally nodded with satisfaction, there was nothing wrong with them all.
This is great, at least there are hundreds of dishes that can be passed down again.
"Fourth, you scoundrel, do you know how to preserve this kind of pork?" Mr. Wang identified eight kinds of pork, and he felt very good. He brought Chef Du over again and scolded him.
"I know, I know, twenty years ago you taught me to break it into small pieces of about five kilograms, then wrap them with perilla leaves, tie them with kraft paper ropes, and then store them at a constant temperature of five degrees above zero to deacidify them."
Seeing that even though twenty years had passed, the fourth child still remembered it so clearly, Mr. Wang nodded with satisfaction.
What he cared about most was the inheritance of the skills left by his ancestors. He was very pleased that the fourth child remembered it so clearly.
A good cook cannot give up and throw away all the things passed down by his ancestors just because the ingredients are gone.
"There are still five days left, and the foreign guests will arrive. Please do a good job of preservation and don't embarrass me then," Mr. Wang said calmly.
"Master, don't worry, our line is a direct descendant, and the brand made of gold is guaranteed to satisfy foreign guests," Chef Du said with assurance, patting his chest.
At the same time, he also glanced at Huang Ying gratefully, meaning that thanks to Sister Huang, I will be grateful in the future.
Only then did Mr. Wang nod with satisfaction. Among his four disciples, the fourth was a closed disciple and wanted to inherit his mantle, so he was particularly harsh on him.
In the past, it was mainly due to the lack of ingredients, and it was difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice. No matter how good the craftsmanship was, it was useless without pork. Now that pork is available, Lao Si’s craftsmanship can be said to be foolproof.
Mr. Wang turned his attention to the three small carts behind the pork, on which were placed three large triangular pieces tightly wrapped.
"Mr. Hou, what is this!" Mr. Wang felt better and asked with a smile.
The monkey quickly waved his hand and asked Sanhuozi, Erguerguan (berlou), Big Nose and others to push the ham in front of Mr. Wang.
"Mr. Wang, this is a century-old ham obtained by our company. Well, it's Xuanwei ham." Monkey didn't really understand the ingredients, so he scratched his head and explained further.
"Century-old Xuanwei ham is not easy, how do you sell it?"
"As you always said, this is for the Capitol Restaurant, and it's free of charge." Monkey said a little shyly. Just now he secretly reported the situation to Yang Fan on WeChat, and Yang Fan quickly said that it was free of charge and was given directly to the Capitol Building.
Dining room.
What a great opportunity!
Mr. Wang laughed heartily and praised Mr. Hou in his heart that this guy knows how to do business. As long as the Capitol Restaurant is accepted, it will be equivalent to the state banquet. There are too many things that can be done.
Most of the century-old hams on the market today are fake and are just publicity stunts in the market.
Mr. Wang didn't say anything. Young people are inevitably a little vain. Mr. Wang's consistent attitude towards young people is to support them.
"Open it and let me identify it for you."
"Okay, I'd like to ask you to help me." The monkey waved his hand, and several simple young people brought from the countryside immediately began to untie the brown rope tied to the package.
Mr. Wang took a look and suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute, I'll take a look again."
Mr. Wang suddenly stood up, pushed away a few young men, and walked around the cart, his face becoming solemn.
At first, he didn't take it seriously. A few kids thought they could easily get a century-old ham. In fact, they were all made from 20-30-year-old ham, specifically to deceive these inexperienced people.
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But before the piece of ham was opened, he noticed something strange.
He has been cooking all his life, and his nose is very sensitive. He smelled a fragrant fragrance. This kind of fragrance had only been smelled once when he was fifteen years old, when he was still an apprentice.
That day, the master mysteriously purchased a ham from the hunters in the mountains and told them to hold up their noses and smell it. This is a 150-year-old ham, the offspring of a large Montenegrin wild boar.
Made of legs, a rare find in a century.
As a young man, he smelled the aroma of ham vigorously.
It was dull, but gradually filled the whole room. He still remembered the smell of century-old ham.
The master took out a long knife and put it on the table, and carefully untied the brown rope on it with his hands.
More than sixty years later, that old ham left such a deep impression on him, as if it was engraved in his mind.
He still remembered the steps the master used to untie the ropes tied with these special techniques.
Unknowingly, he walked to the ham and untied the rope bit by bit according to the steps of his master. Sometimes, he was dazed for a while, and his memory was a little blurry. He tried hard to recall it, and then he remembered it.
Continue to untie the rope.
Everyone was afraid to express their anger. The knots made by these ropes were very beautiful, just like Chinese knots. Although they had a long history, were covered with dust, and were stuck together in some places, they were still pleasing to the eye.
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Huang Ying sighed. She has the most exposure to ancient cultural relics. We have too many good things that have been lost in the long river of history.
Mr. Wang's techniques are getting faster and more proficient, and his daze is getting less and less.
It's like flowing clouds and flowing water. Everyone feels relaxed and happy watching it.
Chef Du and the three senior fellow apprentices stared intently, for fear of missing something. This was a rare opportunity to learn from the master. Judging from the master's appearance, it should be a skill he learned when he was a boy.
Soon all the ropes were untied.
Mr. Wang wiped his sweat and said with satisfaction: "The method of tying these ropes was handed down from ancient times. Needless to say, this package has not been opened for at least a hundred or two hundred years."
The rope was untied, and Mr. Wang gently opened the oil paper package.
It was wrapped with more than ten layers of oil paper and was very tight.
After carefully looking at the peeled off paper, Mr. Wang said in surprise: "What kind of paper is this? Why have I never seen it before?"
Huang Ying had sobered up from the wine at this time, looked at the papers for a while, and said: "This is a series of seven pieces of paper made during the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty. Tu Long, a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, wrote in his "Remaining Things in the Examination Paper·Paper Notes·Guo Dynasty Paper"
It is recorded in the book: During the reign of Yongle, a government bureau was established in Xishan, Jiangxi to make paper. The thickest, largest and best paper was called Lianqi paper, and it was called Guanyin paper. These papers are the legendary Lianqi paper."
Mr. Wang looked at Huang Ying doubtfully. Huang Ying was only twenty-eight years old, and in his eyes, she was just a baby.
"These papers have been used and have writing on them. They were used to wrap hams."
Chef Du quickly came over and introduced: "Master, Mr. Huang is the general manager of Baoli Auction. He specializes in antiques and antiques."
Mr. Wang realized that this was a professional, and what she said must be reliable. This girl may not look big, but she is not an ordinary person to be able to achieve such a high position.
Inside the oil paper is a lotus leaf parcel.
Mr. Wang continued to open the lotus leaf inside. The lotus leaf had long been withered and yellow, but it had been soaked in ham grease for hundreds of years and became black and soft.
After opening it layer by layer, the ham was finally exposed.
Lin Miao and others frowned when they saw it, it was so ugly, it was pitch black, as if it was burnt, and the outer skin was like firewood.
Seeing these children, he couldn't stand it. Mr. Wang laughed and said: "You children, you don't understand. This is a good thing. Don't look at the outside. It's full of bugs and rats. The surface is full of holes. Wait a minute and I'll
