Chapter 1102 The existence that can distort the style of painting
Lin Chou put the pork net oil chopped into small pieces into the hot pan.
"Hey~"
As soon as the large cast iron pot, which was heated to the point of burning by the red charcoal fire, met the pork net oil, green smoke rose and the oil stars exploded.
Pork oil is also called "flower oil". It is actually the pig's mesentery. The fat accumulated in the greater omentum forms a network of fat in the pig's abdomen. There are only a few taels in a pig's belly, and the oil production rate is not high.
But it tastes more mellow and aromatic than lard boiled with lard.
Just like a simple bowl of lard bibimbap made by others, it's more fragrant and delicious than yours. It's probably not a problem with the craftsmanship, but just choosing the wrong oil.
Cook until the oil film on the oil is browned and crispy, then take it out in time to avoid burning the pan.
Animal oils and fats have a special aroma that vegetable oils do not have. Those who understand will naturally understand that sometimes the role of animal oils cannot be replaced by other oils, such as this pot of oily rice.
Lin Chou used the net oil from two Montenegro wild boars to boil out a large bottle of flower oil, which was about 2.5 liters.
Dish out the rest and keep it. With the remaining flower oil in the pot still warm, stir-fry the diced pork belly and stir-fry until the surface is elastic and tender, then add the diced pork, maitake mushrooms and carrots.
Dice diced white radish, diced boneless and skinless chicken, green broad beans and more than a dozen raw materials are stir-fried in oil for a while before serving.
Leng Han was a little moved by the aroma of the stir-fried recipe.
"Huh? It's served. Where's the rice? Where did you put the rice?"
Just now she saw Lin Chou rubbing rice with oil, and then the pot of rice disappeared without noticing.
Lin Chou took out the green rice that had been "dried" for forty-eight hours from the hot air box.
"Isn't it here?"
The green rice has been washed and dried. The faint green color seems to come out from the core of the rice, which is very touching. The surface of each grain of rice seems to be covered with a light layer of oil, which makes the rice grains smooth, transparent and full of texture.
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Lin Chou found fire tongs and carefully sorted out the charcoal in the stove, taking out the excess red charcoal so that the heat transmitted from the stove to the large cast iron pot would remain gentle and even.
When the green rice was put into the pot, Lin Chou waved a large spoon and pushed it slowly and stir-fried.
When frying rice, you should pay special attention to the heat. If the heat is high, the rice grains will easily bloom into popcorn or even burn. If one grain of rice burns, it can be said that the whole pot of fried rice will be stained with a burnt smell, which is the so-called "smoke".
The time for frying rice is about 20 to 25 minutes. During this period, you need to stir it all the time. It is best to push the rice from one direction of the pot to the other, and so on, to ensure that every grain of rice can be fried evenly and properly.
Until the surface of the rice grains has a slight smoky yellow color and has expanded to 1.5 times its original size without forming cracks.
Green rice washed with water and oil and dried is very fragrant after frying.
Especially when the fried fragrant rice grains are washed away by the warm chicken soup, the hot rice aroma is completely blended with the warm and moist chicken soup, and the taste is simply unforgettable.
Lin Chou said while spreading the fried raw materials on the rice,
"Actually, I prefer fish soup, emmm, but I forgot to prepare it in advance."
Leng Han guessed,
"So we need to use flower fish? No one here has the luxury to raise fish in green rice fields. It is said to damage the roots."
Lin Chou just smiled,
"Actually, it's not that the roots are damaged. The paddy fields where green rice is grown are not very far from the green salt fields. The salt content in the paddy fields is quite high, so it's just not suitable for raising croakers. After all, carp and crucian carp are both freshwater fish."
Lin Chou said and put the lid on the pot,
"The chicken soup is fresh enough, but not thick enough. If it's what I want, it would be better to add it to the soup made from fried loach or eel."
"Let's go, come with me and kill a chicken."
Leng Han simply agreed, "Okay!"
More than half an hour later, Leng Han re-entered the kitchen with a shaved white chicken in his hand, with all its internal organs removed, while Lin Chou pulled a handful of weeds with purple inflorescences.
Leng Han regretted it and had a very bad expression on his face.
Lin's so-called "killing the chicken" is not as simple as it sounds.
This guy made Lieutenant General Leng make a total of 7 wounds of various sizes on a poor little hen's chicken feet, outside of the chicken legs, under the wings, and neck, and then drove the chicken crazy until there was no blood left.
He just chopped off the poor chicken's head with one knife, so that the whole chicken was wet and bloody. In terms of the ingredients alone, his performance could be called "heroic" and "heroic".
Yuan Mei's "Suiyuan Food List" of the Qing Dynasty said: Kill the chickens that have not laid eggs. If there is no water, take out the belly, stuff it with one or two astragalus, put it in a pot with chopsticks and steam it, seal it on all sides, take it out when it is cooked, and marinate it.
And fresh, it can cure weak diseases.
Yuan Mei also said: Use chicks for steaming chickens, geldings for simmering chickens, and old chickens for making juice; use female chickens for tenderness, and use male chickens for fattening ducks...
Bah, bah, bah, fuck your uncle!
So what Lin Chou wants to make is steamed chicken with astragalus, using ancient recipes.
No matter how you interpret the three words "without water", it is more difficult to interpret than the literal meaning. Killing a chicken without seeing water means that it cannot be scalded with water to remove hair, cannot be washed with water to remove blood stains, etc.
After all aspects are restricted, the only thing left to do is kill chickens.
Exercise more and drain the blood thoroughly so that there will be no blood accumulation in the chicken's belly. The whole process should not last too long, otherwise the chicken will be tight and pantothenic.
In short, it pays great attention to technique.
Lin Chou picked off the stems and leaves of the "weed" in his hand, leaving only the roots and washed them for later use.
This kind of weed with small purple flowers is actually a kind of Astragalus membranaceus, which is probably a kind of "Light Purple Flowered Astragalus" that could be seen everywhere in the fields in Heilongjiang before the catastrophe. It is perennial and particularly cold-resistant. It is more wild than wild vegetables, which is very strange.
An eye-catching little thing.
The rhizome of this kind of astragalus is slender, and it has a gentle and soft feel. It is almost a model that never grows up.
Lin Chou was very fond of their fresh roots, which are thicker than the thickness of chopsticks. He thought they tasted much better than the dried medicinal astragalus root slices, which were still as thick as a finger.
After scraping and washing them with bamboo slices, Lin Chou stuffed them into the chicken's belly. He also found a little pepper and sprinkled it on the chicken, rubbing and massaging it repeatedly.
The next step is of course steaming, filling the big pot with water, placing a soup basin on the water, setting up a small bamboo cage on the basin, and placing the chicken on the cage.
Leng Han opened his mouth,
"So complicated..."
Lin Chou shrugged and said,
"You never tire of fine details. Some things are just worth the trouble. Besides, it's just a little troublesome to deal with."
After tossing all this, the oily rice simmering in the pot was already fragrant, making Leng Han look at it more than a dozen times in a minute.
Lin Chou found fresh lotus leaves,
"The fried rice is not ready yet. It must be rolled into a fist-sized rice ball and wrapped in lotus leaves. The best taste is when the lotus leaves are cooked."
Leng Han pouted.
Lin Chou laughed again,
"Wait, go out and sit for a while, let's talk after the chicken soup is steamed."
When Lin Chou and Leng Han went out, they heard Mr. Zhao, who was sitting in the willow pavilion, scream in confusion. His hazy eyes suddenly sobered up a lot.
"child?"
"What kid?!"
A group of unscrupulous guys didn't care at all about the feelings of Mr. Zhao who was already drunk and confused, and complained wildly,
"It's okay to give birth to a boy, tsk tsk, but if I give birth to a girl...even if her appearance is just a little like Xingxing sister...think about it..."
Everyone gasped, almost sucking Yan Huishan into a vacuum.
"What a sin..."
"So scary!"
"Well, don't they say that girls look like their fathers? Isn't it really possible to create a smaller version of Sister Xingxing?"
What does Sister Xingxing look like?
He has a strong back and a horse on his shoulders, and a hairy face that is extremely fierce. When he opens his mouth and says "I", when he closes his mouth, he is afraid that he will be knifed and polished. Just thinking about it makes me feel that there is a huge shadow in my heart.
Mr. Zhao's face was glued to the table, and he was spitting bubbles from the spilled wine. Even now, he was still shouting with a frightened expression,
"No..."
"I don't want my child to grow up like that... Mr. Zhao Pahui is afraid that he will just pinch his own grandson to death..."
"Am I pretty...What did I do wrong..."
Huang Dashan couldn't stand it anymore. He glanced at this group of bad guys with bull's eyes.
"Go away~!"
Mr. Shan comforted Mr. Zhao very carefully,
"Hey, Second Master, you can feel free to marry me. Let me tell you, there were civilian studies before the catastrophe that showed that the more fragile the life, the stronger its reproductive capacity, because the only way to continuously expand the population is to
Only in this way can we avoid the possibility of genocide at any time and at any time. The longer the life span and the stronger the individual strength of creatures, the more likely they will be restricted in their ability to reproduce."
"According to them, if powerful, long-lived creatures also have super reproductive capabilities, natural resources will probably be exhausted quickly. This is not in line with the laws of nature, or it can be said that some 'big will' does not
Would like to see it."
"So, with your Zhao family's strong bloodline and reputation for longevity, and you and Sister Xingxing have already reached the fifth level, wanting to have a child, hehe, is probably more difficult than winning the lottery."
What he said made everyone stunned. Let alone everyone present, who didn't know how difficult it is for an evolver to create several bloodline descendants? The higher the level, the more difficult it is.
A typical example is the fat man Wei Tianxing. The fat man got a daughter in middle age, and he would be so precious to the heavens...
Mr. Zhao lifted his face from the table full of fat house happy water and wine, and said inarticulately,
"Nonsense! You... look at our Zhao family... our family is big and flourishing... there are many brothers and sisters... I... I can't even count how many people there are... still...
.Are there any brothers and sisters who are living outside the country..."
Huang Dashan looked strange,
"Then can you count how many nameless little aunties your old man has found for you..."
Everyone laughed on the spot until Mr. Zhao stripped the ashes, he was famous for that.
Zhao Er frowned and thought, muttering something in his mouth. After a long time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Damn it! Huang, you are right!"
After saying that, as if he had accomplished a great undertaking, he lay down on the table again, unconscious.
Lin Chou's mouth twitched when he heard the curse,
"Damn it, Huang Dashan, you guys can't go to another person and blame Mr. Zhao all the time, won't your conscience hurt?"
"My conscience is so alive that it doesn't hurt at all," Huang Dashan sniffed hard, "I can smell the fragrance. Lin Zi, what delicious food did you secretly cook for Lieutenant General Leng?"
"Get out! It's none of your business!"
"Shocked! I didn't expect you, Boss Lin, to be such a shameless person... It was me, Huang, who was blind and saw the wrong person..."
"Damn it, you went to the shock department to study?"
"Don't try to change the subject, what are you going to make delicious!"
"Haha~"
"Emo Ni Moma is deflated~"
"Dirty! Dirty!"
"Brother Ge, you understand all this. And Bilian said that your grandpa Dashan is dirty and dirty? Your skin has just been peeled off the pancake pan, right? It's crispy and crispy!"
The two of us exchanged swords and swords for a long time.
Afterwards, Huang Dashan sighed with regret for the last time,
"It's so great! Lin Zi's ten-year trip is not in vain~"
Lin Chou said in a daze,
"Well, after scolding you, I feel like my whole body has come to life, alive and kicking around."
Huang Dashan glanced at him sideways,
"Master Shan, I haven't exerted my four powers yet, and you're far behind."
Lin Chou sneered,
"I'm 30%."
"Damn it, come on, let's hurt each other!" Of course Huang Dashan was not convinced.
"I have been saving up my complaints for ten years. Do you want to give it a try..."
Bai Qiongshou covered his face in pain. God knows why everyone was so cooperative with Huang Dashan today, especially Lin Chou.
Several people nearby started beeping quietly.
"The cooperation is tacit and seamless."
"It's great to be friends and childhood sweethearts."
"Do you think Mr. Shan is becoming more and more like a boss lady..."
"I'm afraid this guy is not trying to steal Lieutenant General Leng's job!"
"How can you talk? How can you say it's a job grabbing? It's just poaching at most. Besides, if there is a goalkeeper, why don't you let people score goals?"
"Tsk, tsk, Shan Ye's tone is full of resentment, resentful woman Shan Ye~"
"Beep beep, your speculation is baseless and unreasonable. If I were Boss Lin... I would choose Bai Suren with both hands and feet... This is a world of beauties. Who the hell would choose an ugly person?"
Beep + bald head as a wife..."
“+1 upstairs”
"What you said above makes sense."
"It makes sense. Is it physics or my girlfriend's?"
"It's very boring for you to chat like this. It's biased. What's wrong with your girlfriend? She's also reasonable! It's just that her reasons are not the same as yours!"
Bai Qiongshou's heart has collapsed: Damn it, whenever Huang appears, the style of painting should be so distorted, right??
Lin Chou looked at the time with a smile and said to Leng Han,
"The steamed chicken is almost ready, ready to eat~"
Huang Dashan:
"What about steamed chicken?"
“What steamed chicken?”
"What kind of chicken to steam?"
Lin Chou showed an elegant smile again,
"roll."
The final product of steamed chicken with astragalus is two small bowls of cool, translucent chicken soup with a unique aroma.
You can imagine how the chicken soup, which is condensed by water vapor and penetrates the essence of the chicken, slips drop by drop from the chicken body into the soup pot. It is not easy to have two small bowls of chicken soup.
Lin Chou used chopsticks to pick up the chicken, drained the last bit of soup and water from its belly, and then tore the chicken into strips.
Lin Chou said to Leng Han,
"Smell it, this chicken tastes pretty good. The meat of the chicken is tender and smooth, and it also has the aroma of astragalus. Hmm... I will mix some ingredients and dip it in water later. Don't waste it."
Leng Han nodded, looking eagerly at the steaming oil rice balls wrapped in lotus leaves.
Lin Chou handed Leng Han a white towel and said seriously,
"Wipe it, your saliva flowed into the chicken soup."
Leng Han took it and wiped it before he realized what was happening. He raised his eyebrows and pulled out the gold ribbon.
Lin Chou shuddered,
"I was wrong! I apologize! I was just kidding, hahaha..."
"What's wrong?"
Lin Chou was careful,
"Uh... shouldn't I be kidding you?"
Leng Han, with golden ribbons flying around his body, was extremely dissatisfied with Lin Chou's answer.
What a joke
I don’t even understand the simple truth that little fairies never drool!