The pigs in the back kitchen are put into the water to make stir-fried large intestines, stir-fried pork belly, etc. In short, any ingredient that is stir-fried is basically a good dish.
Once again, the pig waste was dealt with, and then a very large pot was set up. Generally speaking, the pots used in the stewed stew pots that have a long history and are constantly hot are considered old stewed stew pots, and are bigger than the marching pots in the army.
It's a bit bigger, and the wall thickness of the pot can even be comparable to that of a casserole.
Then, Ling Rui smeared a large amount of oil on the inner wall of the pot.
Ling Rui's series of actions have attracted the hotel staff, who all looked around curiously.
"Do you want to make braised stew and fire roast?" asked an imposing middle-aged man, because the abandoned braised stew pot in their hotel was well known to everyone in the kitchen. Back then, someone said that he wanted to recommend it.
In the end, nothing happened, and the pot was just left there.
Now, seeing Ling Rui once again setting up the pot, those who knew the inside story were surprised.
"Yeah." Ling Rui nodded, "How can I say that stewed and roasted is also a famous dish in the north. It would be a shame if you can't eat it. Do you have charcoal?"
"Yes!" the middle-aged man replied.
"Braised cooking requires charcoal fire, not just gas." Ling Rui said, "Please light the charcoal stove, please."
"You're welcome."
Then Ling Rui opened the oil wall for the old pot and smeared the wall with plain oil, "The most difficult thing about cooking the old pot is the first pot of soup. I should be able to make it today, so we can taste it as soon as tomorrow morning.
It’s time to braise it.”
"If you can make this pot of soup, then I can guarantee that this braised stew will never stop burning here!" The middle-aged man then opened his eyes wide and said excitedly. He had no expectations at first, but it turned out that
Ling Rui's method brought some hope.
"Okay." Ling Rui smiled. This stew is cooked over fire. The more it is cooked, the more fragrant it will be. The emphasis is on a pot of old stew. "I have already taken care of the water. I will start it soon. Please help arrange it."
Servant."
"Okay. Xiao Zhou, Xiao Zhang, come here!" The middle-aged man immediately called the names of the two people.
"Okay, boss."
"Here we come, boss."
"I want high-purity alcohol and thirty grams of good refined lard." Ling Rui said immediately, "Get ready immediately."
So, someone immediately ran to look for him.
In just two minutes, everything was ready.
Ling Rui took the 97-degree high-purity alcohol and used it to wash his hands. After the smell of the alcohol dissipated, he washed his right hand with vegetable oil. He held the edge of the big pot with his left hand, exerting force from the ground, to his waist, and then to his shoulders.
The shoulders are connected to the elbows, the elbows are connected to the wrists, and the wrists are connected to the hands, and the cauldron slowly rotates.
Then he picked up the lump of refined lard with his right hand and quickly scrubbed it on the wall of the pot until the lard was covered with a thin layer on the wall of the pot. Then he looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Open the fire."
The middle-aged man nodded, then opened the lid of the stove, and the temperature inside the pot quickly heated up.
When his hand was slightly hot and the first wisp of white smoke appeared, Ling Rui said again, "Bring the pig intestines!"
Then, someone immediately brought the pig intestines prepared by Ling Rui.
Ling Rui grabbed a bunch of pig intestines and poured them directly into the old pot.
The middle-aged man didn't know why. Although he had never seen anyone cooking this old pot, he had never heard of it. Before cooking, you have to fry the pig intestines first!
Naturally, Ling Rui didn't care about what others thought, and held the handle of the pot with his left hand. When he shook it, the big old pot began to vibrate slowly.
The people next to me were stunned!
"Is this pot weighing?"
"No way! Can you weigh such a big pot?"
"I go!"
Afterwards, everyone saw the pig intestines moving around in the pot and rotating along the wall of the pot.
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Half an hour later, a thick layer of oil had accumulated in the pot. The middle-aged man exclaimed, "Grease! It's great! Use it as you like!"
Ling Rui smiled and said, "Half fire."
"Okay!"
The grease at the bottom of the pot turned into boiling oil and was turned over several times.
Ling Rui took the old rock sugar and sprinkled it in. Then, a faint sweetness emerged.
Add the star anise peppercorns, and after two minutes, put the remaining large and small intestines into the pot one by one. Holding a large spoon in your right hand, turn over so that all the large and small intestines are evenly heated and coated with sugar color.
"By the way, the one in my pressure cooker should be ready. Please turn off the heat for me."
"good."
The old soy sauce, water and more than ten kinds of spices were added to the old pot one after another. Finally, Ling Rui also exhaled, "That's it. This pot of soup will continue to be simmered on low heat until tomorrow morning. During this time, we can't
Cut off the fire.”
The middle-aged man looked at Ling Rui, "Is it done?"
"It's done." Ling Rui nodded with a smile, "Isn't the fragrance that fills the room enough?"
The middle-aged man laughed loudly and said, "Thank you very much, little brother!"
"You're welcome, I'm just borrowing the kitchen in Guibao." Ling Rui smiled, "Okay, I'll be busy with other things now, you can do whatever you want."
"Haha." The middle-aged man smiled, "Okay."
Then, I saw Ling Rui take out a piece of pork belly from the refrigerator, wrap it in tin foil and put it in the oven. I also saw Ling Rui add some vermicelli to a large iron pot, which looked like chicken stewed with mushrooms.
Then, I saw Ling Rui fish out two large pork knuckles from the pressure cooker, the meat was fragrant.
…
When I informed everyone to go downstairs for dinner, it was already half past six. On the table, there was chicken stewed with mushrooms, fresh fish from Heilongjiang, tiger skin knuckles, crispy pork belly in oil, three kinds of ground delicacies...a table full of dishes.
"Oh, this dish is very Northeastern style!" Chen He glanced at the dish on Zhuo and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva. There was a faint sweet fragrance in the air, as well as a strong smell of meat, all kinds of meat.
The intertwined flavors of other vegetables stimulated his brain and almost tied it into knots.
"So much meat!" Peng Peng opened his mouth and saliva seemed to be flowing down, "Brother Rui, I really like you so much!"
"No, then I don't like you." Ling Rui quickly refused.
"Peng Peng, what are you talking about!" An Ge glared at Peng Peng.
Peng Peng chuckled.
"Xiao Yao, how are you? You're not bragging, are you?" Deng Chao hugged the director and said with a smile.
The young director pushed up his glasses and nodded, "Indeed, the material is genuine and cannot be judged by appearances."
Ling Rui smiled helplessly, "Then, please give me some advice."
"Don't take the advice seriously. Yesterday I was astonished. Thank you for your hard work."
"Sit down and eat!" Reba sat down first, "Why do you have to stand and talk? Is it because the chicken doesn't taste good?"
Everyone laughed and then sat down.
For dinner, Ling Rui naturally prepared the program crew. In this society, what worries most is not the scarcity but the inequality. They can't have a good time here while the program crew eats box lunches?
What's more, the hotel's pot is big and there are many ingredients, so naturally there is more to cook. After everyone sat down, they moved their chopsticks one after another, and then there were exclamations!
"This elbow!" Peng Peng opened his eyes wide, "It's delicious!"
"The pork skin is crispy yet chewy, and the taste is fresh, salty, and sweet!" Chen He immediately said, "It's so delicious!"