"Sister-in-law, what else is there in the refrigerator? Meat." Although summer has just begun, the temperature is already very high, and there is fresh meat. At this time, the sister-in-law and mother's temperament must have been put in the refrigerator.
Moreover, it is placed in the freezer. The taste of frozen meat is much worse, but it is the least likely to spoil. If it is placed in the refrigerator and is not eaten the next morning, by noon, although the smell and color are not noticeable,
It looks good, but the meat quality is much worse than frozen.
"Oh, there is also a duck. Auntie said that you can't eat such a natural duck in Ludao. I am going to let you take it away. There are also some pig feet, ribs and so on. By the way, your favorite food
I also left five or six pig tails for you. This is because uncle heard that you were coming back, so early in the morning
I went to the countryside to guard Uncle Zhang." Jiang Li likes to eat pig tails more than pig feet. Not many people know this because the pig tails sold at the butcher stall in Ludao have been cut in half since he was a child, leaving only three pieces.
The most delicious part of the four-inch long one was gone, so Jiang Li naturally never ate it.
"Okay, that's enough. Ji Liao, bring me some more tea bags. Fermented ones will do, no matter the variety." Since there are pig tails, it's natural to try a new cooking method. Jiang Li has done it before, but always
It didn't work out, but now I have it filled with notes from Lin Zhiyang.
After cleaning the pot, Jiang Li added half a bowl of boiling water into the pot, then poured three portions of the braised pig's feet into the pot, poured the Keemun black tea into it, covered it with a low fire and simmered for a while.
Then I opened the lid of the pot and kept stirring with chopsticks to prevent it from burning. When the soup finally thickened, I divided the pot into three bowls, exactly three tables, one bowl for each table.
Jiang Li dipped his chopsticks into some soup and tasted it, frowning.
"What's wrong? Is it a mistake? Otherwise, don't serve it out." The sister-in-law was still doubtful about Jiang Li's ability to cook. Seeing Jiang Li frowning, she hurriedly said.
"It's not that it was cooked badly. It tastes okay. It's just that the boiling water was added later, so it's a bit bland. Forget it, just serve it out. I have experience this time and can do better next time."
"I think this tastes good. It has a strong tea aroma. They haven't tasted it before, so they shouldn't be able to tell that it's post-processed." Lian Cuiying smiled. She had full confidence in Jiang Li. The four dishes, although they looked like
They all put tea, but Jiang Li also said just now, what kind of tea should be put in what kind of meat, and the pressure cooker has been turned on, and a faintly different aroma has begun to overflow.