Shopkeeper Ji perked up after hearing the news. Every time An Shuyao brought good things, take the recipe she wrote last time as an example. After it was sent to the Yuan family in Tianyuan City, business was booming.
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The Dongpo pork elbow and sweet and sour pork are still popular all over the city, and their unique taste instantly captures their taste buds.
He looked expectant: "What?"
An Shuyao opened the cloth on her backpack and took out a black fungus.
Like the gallinobacteria, it is a species that Shopkeeper Ji has never seen before. He asked: "How to eat this thing?"
"Except white radish, Ophiopogon japonicus, and field snails that are incompatible with it, almost everything else can be fried with fungus. How you fry it depends on your chef's creativity. By the way, don't eat fungus when drinking tea."
"Hey, Miss An?"
Just after An Shuyao finished speaking, Yuan Yi's voice rang out. Standing beside him was Mu Jincheng. He was wearing a feather-blue brocade suit with wide sleeves and holding a folding fan in his hand, looking like a handsome young man.
Attractive.
An Shuyao smiled at the two of them: "Yuan Shaodong's family, Mr. Mu."
Mu Jincheng placed his folding fan across the palm of his other hand, with a soft smile on his face: "Miss An, there is no need to be polite."
He looked at her backpack: "Are you here to deliver chicken fungi?"
"No, this is a new ingredient, fungus."
Yuan Yi felt friendly as soon as he saw An Shuyao, nothing more, because those two recipes made him highly praised by his father. The old man usually acted like someone owed him millions of taels, and he was still happy.
I gave him a monthly salary increase.
"It seems that someone has picked up your chicken fungus and sold it. By the way, do you have any recipes? And your tofu. I have never tasted such tender and delicious tofu. It has only been two days and the tofu has been sold out.
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An Shuyao was a little surprised. She didn't expect the tofu to be so easy to sell, so she shook her head regretfully: "I'm sorry, Yuan Shaodong's family. My family is renovating the house these days, so I haven't made tofu."
Yuan Yi was helpless: "Okay, let's talk about your fungus, how to eat it and how to sell it?"
An Shuyao pondered for a moment: "Lend me your kitchen and I'll cook it and you'll know."
An Shuyao went to the kitchen with ease. Yuan Yi looked at her back and sighed: "I don't know how good her cooking skills are."
Shopkeeper Ji, who was fortunate enough to have tasted the chicken fungus cooked by An Shuyao once, praised on one side: "Shaodong, I dare say that Miss An's cooking is more delicious than the chefs in Saigon Prefecture, the main city of Anzhou."
Saigon Prefecture is the most prosperous place in Anzhou. It is the territory under the jurisdiction of a vassal king. Is the food cooked there better?
Yuan Yi expressed disbelief: "Oh, can it be so delicious? I have no idea."
He has been to the capital of Saigon once, and it is truly amazing.
Yuan Yi turned to look at Mu Jincheng and saw that he was still looking in the direction An Shuyao left: "Come back to your senses. There are so many ladies in Tianyuan City. Don't tell me that you are in love with that rich young man in the storybook."
A cliché plot like having sex with a peasant girl?"
Mu Jincheng glanced at him, his eyes full of tears. He smiled softly: "That's not the case, but she does attract me a bit."
Yuan Yi shook his head. Mu Jincheng was a well-known playboy, the kind who would have no limits. No one could make him stay. He had never seen any woman he was in love with for more than a month, and the longest one was still one.
It was two days after the first month, and the remaining two days were still spent by the woman stalking and beating him, which delayed him.
His interest in a person can only last for a month at most. Yuan Yi has already seen through it. He shook his head: "Let's sit somewhere and try Miss An's fungus. I don't expect her cooking skills, but I
I’m looking forward to that dark stuff, I wonder if it’s as delicious as the gallinopsis fungus.”
Mu Jincheng did not reply to his words. His slender fingertips supported his chin, and the tip of the folding fan touched the lacquered red tabletop.
In the kitchen
Chef Wu and Second Chef Wu were frying meat. When they saw An Shuyao coming, Chef Wu grinned and said, "Miss An, why are you here?"
An Shuyao smiled and said, "Lend me the kitchen."
Chef Wu immediately gave up his seat: "Okay."
Fungus is mostly stir-fried in home-cooked dishes, or served in hot pot with dipping sauces. It is spicy, fragrant, crisp and refreshing.
This time, An Shuyao planned to cook three dishes, one fish-flavored shredded pork, one fungus fish fillet soup, and cold fungus.
The shredded meat and fish fillets must be marinated first. Chef Wu and Second Chef Wu were watching from one side. Among them, Chef Wu sighed: "Miss An, I found that even if we follow your recipe, we can't fry you."
The taste is really weird, but it’s not as delicious as your fried rice.”
An Shuyao lit the fire and said with a faint smile: "Everyone has a taste in their hands. There is no need to deliberately learn another stir-frying method. Just follow your own way."
Chef Wu then sighed: "This is talent. By the way, Miss An, can you make one serving of the sweet and sour pork loin you mentioned last time? My elder brother and I have been studying for a long time, but the taste is not satisfactory.
It would be better to go to Tianyuan City."
Speaking of this matter, Chef Wu and Second Chef Wu were also quite embarrassed. They had been cooking for many years, and this was the first time they were cooking poorly.
An Shuyao responded without hesitation: "Okay, I'll do it again and you guys can watch from the side."
So during the whole journey, the two strong men watched intently like good babies who love to learn. They even remembered clearly how many spoons of salt and how many spoons of soy and vinegar An Shuyao added.
An Shuyao cooked the food very quickly, controlling the heat and dosage in her mind.
The soup of fish-flavored shredded pork is thick and covered with a layer of golden, fungus, and carrots. An Shuyao also used green peppers she brought from home, preparing to give Zuixian Pavilion a taste first.
The fungus and fish fillet soup is milky white, fragrant and delicious.
The cold vegetables are sour, spicy and refreshing, plus the sweet and sour pork loin. An Shuyao cooked four dishes this time.
Chef Wu and Second Chef Wu swallowed hard when they smelled the taste. They had been chefs for many years and rarely were they so greedy. They took the dishes out and An Shuyao wiped his hands with a clean dry towel and followed.
go out.
All four dishes were placed in front of Yuan Yi and Mu Jincheng.
An Shuyao nodded politely: "Yuan Shaodong's family, Mr. Mu, please use it."
Yuan Yi held the chopsticks, tentatively took one chopstick and put it into his mouth, then quickly took another chopstick, scooped up another spoonful of soup, ate a piece of tenderloin, and a piece of cold fungus.
Finally, he started to eat with bright eyes. He called to Mu Jincheng: "Eat quickly, eat quickly. The taste is really amazing. The craftsmanship is more than a hundred times better than the one in Saigon Prefecture. It's fragrant, really fragrant."
Mu Jincheng also tasted the chopsticks. The taste can indeed easily grab a person's stomach.
Bold, bright, bright, elegant, and measured in advance and retreat, there were many things in him that people wanted to discover, and his interest in An Shuyao became even stronger.