After Bonito was pulled onto the deck, Master Lin asked the temporarily appointed "Queen Photographer" Li Jinling to take dozens of close-ups of him and Bonito.
After the filming was finished, the eldest young master glanced at Zhou Yan who was standing aside watching the fun: "Brother Yan, you can decide how to deal with it!"
Zhou Yan waved his hand, and the crew members skillfully bled, cleaned the abdominal cavity, and cut off the fish heads.
The eldest young man, who had already taken off the hook, happily reattached the bait and threw the hook.
However, Young Master Lin didn't know what he was thinking of, and the smile on his face quickly solidified. He turned around and glanced at Zhou Yan, who was staring at the sea, and asked bitterly: "Brother Yan, the bonito that we caught just now was normal."
How to deal with it?"
When Zhou Yan heard what the young master meant, he wanted to take it back: "If you want to take it all back, you can ask the cold chain of Anxin Mall to deliver it to Miracle Hotel for you."
"Can you make it into a semi-finished product or a finished product..." Young Master Lin thought about it, "You also know that the chefs at the Miracle Hotel don't have much experience..."
"Yes..." Zhou Yan nodded, "However, there are not many main processing methods for bonito. It is either canned or smoked and dried to make dried bonito..."
"Dried bonito?" Young Master Lin became more energetic, "Is it the dried bonito that is used to shave wood fish flowers in Japanese food? But how did I hear that the process of making dried bonito is top secret in Japan?
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"As long as a person holds a secret, there is a possibility of it being leaked!"
Zhou Yan would naturally not tell the eldest young master that he had been in the Japanese catering industry for sixty or seventy years with the "King of Medicine", and he also had a human-shaped "physical and chemical analyzer" by his side.
Seeing that Zhou Yan was very sure, Lin Shengfei nodded: "Well, let's do this. Half of this fish will be made into cans, and the other half will be made into wooden fish. The bill can be sent directly to my company!"
"Processing shouldn't cost any money. Just the scraps will keep the processing factory happy for a long time!"
Before my butt gets hot, Zhou Yan's father-in-law, Qin Fangyuan, has taken the bait again.
"Zhou Yan, come here and help!"
My father-in-law did not use an electric winch in order to experience the fun of fishing. However, it would be more troublesome to reel in the line when catching a big fish.
Although Qin Fangyuan caught this fish with less strength than the one just now, it still scared Qin Fangyuan to the point where his liver trembled. He had been fishing offshore before and had experienced this kind of formation.
"Zhou Yan, hurry up!"
It's much easier to help Qin Fangyuan reel in the line with the same help. He can just hold the fishing rod hard and let his father-in-law reel in the line.
Soon, the mysterious big fish was pulled out of the water: a slightly smaller bonito, about half a meter long.
Pulling up to Class A, Qin Fangyuan picked up the fish with the fishing line, smiled and shouted to Li Jinling: "Lingling, please take a more handsome photo!"
After taking the photo, Qin Fangyuan unhooked the fish and handed the fish to the crew on the side: "Ultra-low temperature refrigeration!"
After saying that, his father-in-law patted Zhou Yan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Xian son-in-law, when you get back, please make dried bonito for soup!"
"receive!"
Others on the back deck soon saw the surprise, but the fish they caught were a bit unsatisfactory. In the words of Mr. Zhou, "Weasels give birth to mice, and one litter is not as good as the next."
At first, there were bonitos taking the bait, but soon they gradually "degenerated" into mackerel. In the end, after all the women's soldiers took the bait, only Spanish mackerel could be caught...
Despite this, the Detachment of Women did not give up, kept casting hooks, reeling in lines, and received a wave of Spanish mackerel.
"Just in time," Qin Fangyuan said, doing the same thing, "When we return, let's make dumplings stuffed with mackerel fillings!"
My father-in-law's words offended all the women's soldiers.
"Huh, isn't it just to start earlier? What's so great about it? When we get to Zhoushan, we'll see who's better!"
Seeing his girlfriend say harsh words, Zhou Yan quickly gave the order to the bridge room to weigh anchor and set off.
When we set off, the Feiyu was still about 1,560 nautical miles away from the Magic City, and it would take five or six hours at the fastest. Lunch could only be served on the ship.
Lunch was originally scheduled to be yellow-striped amberjack, but due to the "ladies first" privilege of a group of women's soldiers, lunch was changed from yellow-striped amberjack to tuna and mackerel.
There were not many sailors on the ship, and even with the passengers, there were no more than forty people, and a 150 kilogram tuna was more than enough.
The math is simple, but handling the tuna is more troublesome.
After taking the tuna that has not been completely frozen from the cold storage, use a knife to cut off the hard outer skin, and then cut it in half along the spine.
The rest of the process is almost like splitting pork: the parts that need to be cooked using different cooking methods are dissected separately.
Zhou Yan was the chef, and while he was decomposing it, he explained to his uncle and the chef on the boat why it was decomposed in this way. The two people who were doing the decomposition processed the decomposed fish into small pieces suitable for cooking, and put them on ice to refrigerate.
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"Brother Yan, what kind of bonito meat is it?"
"Bonito?" Zhou Yan turned around and glanced at Lin Shengfei and Zhang Fei who were watching the excitement. "The color is a bit like beef, but there is more myoglobin, and the color is bright red..."
"oh……"
The eldest young master was a little disappointed: the color of the tuna meat was pink, and it looked like high-end goods.
“What about the yellow-striped amberjack?”
"It's similar to this one, but the color is lighter..." Zhou Yan glanced at Lin Shengfei, who had a gloomy expression, "Brother Fei, I caught more tuna this time. When I return to Dongyang, I will give you a bigger one. Come back."
Find a chef to handle it yourself!”
"How embarrassing is that?"
The tuna here had just been decomposed, and the women's soldiers waiting aside quickly pushed the caught Spanish mackerel over: "I'll leave you alone, Zhou Yan, please!"
Zhou Yan didn't have any objections, but when he looked at the basket containing the Spanish mackerel, he found that it was filled with selected large mackerel.
"Oh, you can't just pick some small ones, but you have to keep some big fish to make mackerel dumplings!"
"If I ask you to handle it, you'll handle it. Why are there so many troubles?" Although Mrs. Zhou Yan did not participate in the fishing activities, she still spoke in a "class-attributed" manner, and she was directed towards Qin Ruoshu and the others.
The processing of Spanish mackerel is relatively simple. Cut it open, remove the internal organs, cut off the head and tail, clean it, cut it diagonally into finger-thick slices, put it in a basin, add onion, ginger and cooking wine, sprinkle with salt, squeeze
Add lemon juice and marinate slightly to add flavor.
"Jin Ling, Uncle Li and your cousin are both masters of cooking..."
After just fishing together for more than an hour, Zhang Feifei had already become familiar with Li Jinling. Watching Zhou Yan skillfully handle the ingredients, she smiled and put her hand on Li Jinling's shoulder: "You usually don't leave any video data?
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"Sister-in-law, you should know what's going on, right?" Li Jinling glanced at Qin Ruoshu, "At first glance, it seems quite artistic, but as time goes by, it just feels like this. As for the image data..."
"I did take it..." Li Jinling is a standard master of Fanxue. "I took it with my cousin at the time, but I didn't take it seriously. Who knew, I took it to school and won a grand prize..."
Zhang Feifei felt that her brain was a little weak.
"Feifei, don't listen to this girl's nonsense," Lin Shengfei saw that his girlfriend had been deceived, "Brother Yan is a person in the film and television industry, so his level is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people..."
