Chapter 1212 This is the last of a gourmet from the Southwest
Chapter 1212 This is the last stubbornness of a gourmet from the southwest (please subscribe and vote)
There are many ways to eat gluten, but Cheng Chubi just wants to make some oiled gluten and roasted gluten, boiling one and roasting the other.
Soon, after being put into the oil pan, the small dough balls became very round and golden as if they were inflated.
Li Ke and Fang Jun were amazed to see it. In just a short time, Cheng Chubi had already fried a small basket of oily gluten.
"Brother Cheng San..." A cheerful shout made Cheng Chubi, who was busy, turn his head.
Then she saw Li Mingda taking big steps, giggling and running towards this side, behind her.
Wu Meiniang narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her lips happily, and waved towards Cheng Sanlang, her slim figure was outstandingly charming.
The next moment, after saying hello to Li Ke and Fang Jun, Li Mingda widened his lovely black eyes and said wow.
She saw it, and saw a basket full of golden-yellow balls.
Then the first thought was to ask Cheng Chubi.
"Brother Cheng San, what is this delicious food?"
"This is called fried gluten. It can be used in hot pot or stir-fried. It's very fragrant."
Hearing the three words "very delicious", Li Mingda nodded vigorously. "I want to eat it too."
Everyone couldn't help but feel happy, but they just didn't dare to laugh out loud in front of Li Mingda.
Cheng Chubi happily fished out the last few swollen pieces of gluten and proudly showed off another delicacy.
"No problem, we will eat the mutton later. In addition, I have also prepared roasted gluten for His Highness. Your Highness will definitely like it."
"Okay, okay, brother Cheng San is the best." Li Mingda's bright eyes changed, and his eyes were filled with bright stars.
After the charcoal fire was lit, Cheng Chubi processed the processed gluten with a knife and passed it through the bamboo skewers.
Hmm...these are also the remnants of those square bamboos. Instead of wasting them, it would be better to let them continue to exert light and heat.
After quickly threading through a dozen strips of gluten, I threaded through a dozen skewers of mutton, which must be the kind with fat meat.
This is a rule of thumb. For kebabs, too lean meat will taste too bad, so there must be fat.
Even if the fatty meat is grilled directly, it will taste very fresh and crispy if the heat is high enough.
The gluten and mutton were mixed together and placed on the specially built barbecue grill.
While rinsing the sauce and oil, Cheng Chubi's quick movements made each piece of gluten and mutton seem to be sizzling with oil.
In a short time, everyone could feel the familiar aroma of barbecue coming to their nostrils.
Li Mingda stood next to Cheng Chubi, watching Brother Cheng San focus on grilling these meat skewers and gluten skewers.
From time to time, he quietly raised his eyes and looked at Brother Cheng San's face with clear outlines and strong lines.
Cheng Sanlang occasionally looked towards her, and Li Mingda would show a sweet smile, as bright as the sun.
Hu Shanggong continued to work hard to maintain his invisible persona, standing quietly in the distance without disturbing him.
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Li Mingda glanced at the golden roasted mutton and gluten, and then at brother Cheng San.
It looked like he was comparing who was more delicious, Brother Cheng San or the food.
"Brother Cheng San, are you okay? I think it tastes so good. Can it be eaten?"
"Okay, okay, Your Highness, wait a moment, I will sprinkle some sesame seeds, that's it... Your Highness, blow it first, be careful not to burn it."
"Meiniang, take these skewers and eat them quickly."
"Brother Chu Bi, where's ours?" The two backdrops suddenly began to jiggle unhappily.
Cheng Chubi rolled his eyes unhappily, then handed two skewers to each other.
"That's it?" Li Ke saw his sister and Wu Meiniang each making three or four strings, and then looking at the pitiful two strings in his hand, he bulged his eyes unhappily.
"Why are you eating so much? Are you going to eat hot pot later?" Cheng Chubi asked unhappily.
He picked up two bunches and walked not far away and handed them to Hu Shanggong. "Hu Shanggong, please try it too..."
Hu Shanggong, who had long been accustomed to Cheng Sanlang's generosity, accepted it after a few words of humility as usual.
When I took a bite, I couldn't tell for a moment whether I was eating mutton or gluten. I could only comment on it, that it was fragrant...
"Wow, it's delicious. Brother Cheng San, this gluten tastes like mutton."
"Ha, of course, because it is filled with the aroma and fat of mutton, so it tastes like mutton."
"And it also has a unique gluten aroma. Isn't it delicious?"
"Brother Chu Bi, bake some more, there's not even enough space between the teeth." Fang Jun had already thrown the stick aside and began to urge.
What else could he do? Cheng Chubi had no choice but to continue picking up the already processed skewers and put them on the fire.
"It's the last one. We're going to have hot-boiled mutton later."
"I also want to eat hot-boiled mutton." Li Mingda said loudly while chewing the fragrant gluten.
At this time, a black-faced old man who came from the scent and had no moral ethics once again appeared sneakily outside Qingyou Pavilion.
He sniffed, with an expression on his face that was exactly what I expected.
"I know that as long as this kid doesn't act evil, he's either playing cards or cooking up delicious food."
Then he strode towards the pavilion with his hands behind his back and a serious look on his face. Mr. Zhongbao behind him also took two deep breaths of the fragrance that drifted over.
He continued to maintain an expressionless face and followed His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty towards Qingyou Pavilion.
In a short time, Li Yuan sat on the pony with a golden sword, taking a sip of the essence of the wine, a sip of roasted gluten, and enjoyed the meal...
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Shabu-shabu mutton is how northerners eat it. Cheng Chubi prefers mutton-shabu-shabu beef.
But there is a problem. Lao Cheng's family lives in Chang'an, and they have cows, but they often die in battle due to accidents.
But this is Jiucheng Palace. Jiucheng Palace does neither farming nor grazing. Cheng Chubi can't create an accident by stealing people's cattle.
Therefore, you can only boil mutton, but since it is boiled mutton, you must have a sense of ritual.
A copper pot is a must, and it must be a Yuanyang pot. This is the last stubbornness of a gourmet from the southwest.
Half of it is clear soup, and the other half, although there is no chili pepper, a lot of dogwood is used, so you can still feel the spicy taste.
I also used a lot of peppercorns and the bean paste made by Cheng Chubi. There was no pepper, so I could only use dogwood instead. At least I could get some specious red oil.
The foodies on the side all clasped their hands and looked at Cheng Sanlang who was squatting in front of the small iron stove and busy.
Li Yuan watched Cheng Chubi throwing various spices into the pot with great luxury. At least two taels of Sichuan peppercorns alone had to be thrown into the pot.
He couldn't help but shook his head in disgust. "Cheng Sanlang, are you not too wasteful?"