I took a large piece of ginger, upgraded it to an intermediate level with a food point, washed it, peeled the garlic, and finally took all the ingredients back to the kitchen.
"I'll help you light the fire." Huang Lei was naturally polite, and immediately started to light the fire in the stove. As if he knew that Ling Rui would definitely make soup, he also lit the fire in the small stove next to him.
"Master, you really understand me." Ling Rui smiled, then chopped the chicken into pieces, then chopped half of the short ribs into pieces, and put them into the casserole, then cut the ginger slices, and added four bottles
Beer, add salt, cover the lid of the casserole, and wait to simmer slowly.
"Tsk, making this soup feels different after coming back. Did you just use beer?" Huang Lei asked with a smile.
"Well, because the chicken isn't blanched, it's completely made with beer and it won't be fishy at all."
"But the beer will be a little bitter, right?"
"Yes, but it will have a different flavor." Ling Rui nodded, "Master will know after you taste it."
Huang Lei smiled and nodded, "Okay."
Ling Rui naturally smiled. When I was a child, my grandparents would often send local chickens over, and that’s what my mother did. The pork and chicken were mixed together, and the aroma was very strong. Moreover, you could taste the difference between the two kinds of meat.
"Let's braise this fish today." Ling Rui said, "We seem to have eaten various fish fillet dishes and homemade grilled fish, but we rarely eat braised fish?"
"It seems true." Huang Lei nodded, "Then let's braise it."
"Yeah." Ling Rui agreed, slashed the back of the fish a few times with a knife, then felt the temperature of the pot, and then rubbed a circle of ginger slices on the bottom of the pot. It is said that this will make it less likely to stick to the pot.
Then, pour oil into the pot.
When the oil was 80% hot, Ling Rui put a piece of fish into the pot first.
"Zi La~"
The water droplets on the fish caused strong rejection of the hot oil in the pot.
White smoke also rose instantly.
But the fragrance wafted out because of this.
For this dinner, Ling Rui only upgraded the chicken to high-grade, and the ingredients of the rest of the meat dishes were upgraded to medium-grade. There is nothing he would be reluctant to give up when treating his family.
The fish with medium-level ingredients is already the best fish. Because when the program team came here today, they didn't have time to fish in the paddy fields. These ingredients were all bought in the market.
Huang Lei blinked and said, "Tsk, Xiao Rui, you are becoming more and more confident in cooking now, and the more you watch, the more comfortable you are."
“Isn’t cooking the same?”
"It's different. You cook like an old antique chef."
"Hahaha." Zifeng smiled, "It really looks like it."
"They are quite similar." He Jiong also nodded, "Obviously he and Peng Peng are about the same age. Peng Peng is bold and Xiao Rui is steady."
Huang Lei narrowed his eyes. Yes, he always felt that Ling Rui lacked the liveliness of a young man. This was what he was worried about. He felt that Ling Rui could do everything well now, but he was so young.
Such a lively person. Such a person is either naturally cold or deep-minded.
No matter which one it is, Huang Lei doesn't want Ling Rui to be one of them.
Ling Rui smiled helplessly, "I am clearly a post-00s generation."
"cut."
Holding the spatula in his hand, Ling Rui stopped joking and focused his attention back on the fish in the pot. The half-faced fish had been heated by the oil, and the fish skin had turned golden.
The wooden spatula dug directly into the bottom of the fish, and then with a push of the wrist, the whole fish was turned over and fried on the other side.
He Jiong's throat rolled, "I can't watch it anymore. If I watch it again, I feel like I'll go crazy! I'm so hungry! The more I watch, the hungrier I get!"
"Me too, Teacher He!"
Ling Rui had no choice but to say, "Then go sit and play with Peng Peng for a while while waiting for dinner."
"No! I want to watch!" He Jiong shook his head, looking aggrieved.
"I want to watch too!" Zifeng also shook his head, "Even if I am hungry, I still want to watch delicious food."
"Yes!" Peng Peng, who was sweating profusely when he entered the room, said, "Even if I'm hungry, I still want to watch the delicious food while I'm hungry! That means it's cool to be a ghost under the peonies!"
"Peng Peng's words are a bit strange." Huang Lei frowned, "But it can't be considered Peng Peng's fault."
"Ah?" Peng Peng was puzzled, "Don't this sentence mean that you will not regret it even if you die to achieve your goal?"
"Does Xiao Rui know?" Huang Lei looked at Ling Rui with a smile.
Ling Rui nodded slightly, "It turns out that the author of these words is actually a woman, and she is also a resentful woman in a boudoir, and she is also a very talented woman."
"The full text is probably, when will loneliness end, look forward to the sound of the book in the sky. Add a sick yellow bird to the branch to help people worry about the declining willows in Weicheng. The spring river is full of tears, but there are many sorrows that cannot be shed. If you come back, we will walk together.
, even if you die under the peonies, you will be a ghost and you will be romantic."
"In fact, it expresses that if the heroine can take a walk in a picturesque place with the man she likes, she is willing to die."
"What? Real or fake?" Peng Peng said in disbelief, "But everyone seems to be using it wrong?"
He Jiong smiled and nodded, "Everyone really took this out of context, and it has been used to this day, so that it is widely known."
"The inheritance of culture cannot withstand mistakes." Zifeng exhaled, "I originally thought this sentence was a derogatory one."
"Most people think that this sentence comes from Tang Xianzu's "The Peony Pavilion", and the plot of The Peony Pavilion leads to misunderstanding." Huang Lei concluded, "So, Peng Peng's sentence is based on its original meaning.
, is inappropriate, but in terms of modern people’s usual thinking, it’s not wrong.”
"Hey." Peng Peng scratched his head.
"Brother, have you gained weight again?" Zifeng glanced at Peng Peng's belly.
"Ah!" Peng Peng was a little panicked, "No, no!"
Ling Rui laughed, "I'm really fat, you can see it."
By this time, the first fish had been fished out, and Ling Rui put in the second fish and fried it.
Peng Peng quickly shook his hand, "No! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!" Then his eyes fell on the fish that had just come out of the pot, "Brother Rui, this fish is fried really well! Is it ready?"
"What?"
"My brother means, can it be eaten?"
"Well... of course not." Ling Rui shook his head, "It means the skin looks golden, but the fish inside is not cooked."
Peng Peng touched his stomach, "I'm so hungry!"
"Wait, then."
Except for Ling Rui who was standing, several other people moved small stools over to chat with Ling Rui.
"Brother Rui, did the filming go well? Have you ever been scolded by the director?" Peng Peng asked again.
Ling Rui shook his head.
"Haha, not only was he not scolded, he also got a title."
"Ah? What title?" He Jiong naturally didn't know.
"It's a bit similar to JJ's title." Huang Lei touched his chin, then stuffed a piece of firewood into the stove and spoke.
"Walking CD?"
"A walking Walkman?"
"A walking gramophone?"
Three people gave three different answers.
Huang Lei shook his head.
Ling Rui's face turned slightly red, does it have to be like this? "Master!"