Chapter 370 The Soul of Northeastern Cuisine (1/2)
"The eight major cuisines are Shandong, Sichuan, Guangdong, Jiangsu, Fujian, Zhejiang, Hunan, and Anhui. Among them, Northeastern cuisine cannot be ranked!" After buying the food and returning to the mushroom house, Yang Han and Kang Yao sorted out the ingredients and followed him.
Two young people, Yang Ruoyi and Yan Zhenfu, who were burning firewood and making a fire nearby, started to popularize the science. "But its spread is wider than the eight major cuisines. Even in small cities in the south, there are no Anhui cuisine or Jiangsu cuisine. You can still find Northeastern cuisine in the streets and alleys."
restaurant!"
"Is it because it is more down-to-earth?" Kang Yao discussed with a smile, "My impression is that Northeastern cuisine is the same as our Northeastern cuisine. It is relatively simple and the way to eat it is more heroic, such as sauce skeleton, chicken stewed with mushrooms, etc.? Ordinary people
It’s also affordable, and unlike other dishes that can be cooked beautifully.”
"The soy sauce skeleton is delicious!" Yan Zhenfu has obviously eaten Northeastern cuisine. His mouth watered with greed as he listened.
"I like to eat pot-roasted pork and shredded sweet potatoes!" Yang Ruoyi raised her hand with a fascinated expression.
It seems that today's work is quite tiring. The two children are so hungry that they can't control themselves just by naming the dishes.
Compared with other cuisines, Yang Han is actually more familiar with Northeastern cuisine, which has a more consistent taste. The pot-wrapped pork and shredded sweet potatoes that Yiyi mentioned were once his experimental dishes at home!
I saw him opening the purchased tenderloin slices while continuing to talk about science: "It seems that you are all familiar with Northeastern cuisine, but do you know what the soul of Northeastern cuisine is?"
"The soul of Northeastern cuisine? Is it noodles? I like to eat Northeastern cabbage and pork dumplings!" Yan Zhenfu's answer was not in the right direction, and Yang Han shook his head.
Kang Yao, who went shopping with Yang Han, already knew what he was going to say, so he did not participate in the question and answer.
Yang Ruoyi rested her elbows on her knees, holding her face, which was reflected red by the fire, with both hands, and guessed: "Is it the quantity? Isn't it said that here in the Northeast, everyone buys a lot of food at once? You
If you buy a green onion, others won’t take your money.”
"Yes, the portions of all their dishes are huge! You can't finish them!" Yan Zhenfu echoed, "I used to order takeout, and only the chicken stewed with mushrooms from the Northeast restaurant has more chicken. The ones from other restaurants? Order one dish,
The meat inside can be counted on one hand!"
"You said this is indeed the characteristic of Northeastern cuisine, but it cannot be regarded as the soul of Northeastern cuisine." Yang Han smiled. He took out a small clay pot from the bag next to him that he bought in the afternoon. "The soul of Northeastern cuisine is
This is Northeastern miso!"
Northeastern soybean paste is also called panjiang (some are doubanjiang). If you are watching TV? Can you learn more information from the subtitles and narration? Panjiang was invented by the Manchus. How to make it specifically is not explained here.
But it can be said that most Northeastern dishes are stir-fried with soybean paste, so although the taste is mainly salty, it is not too salty, and it is particularly salty, with a salty taste.
Rich sauce flavor!
When Yang Han introduced Northeastern miso to the children, they invited the Hezhe clan uncle and grandma to come over for dinner.
"That's right, every household in the Northeast used to have three big vats, a sauerkraut vat, a pickle vat, and then this sauce vat!" The elder of the Hezhe clan, with his hands behind his back, took Yang Han's words with some momentum, telling these young children.
Introduce it.
And the old lady who came with her was not idle? Not only did she bring Yang Han and the others the dumplings she had made, she also rolled up her sleeves and wanted to take over Yang Han's place in the kitchen.
"No? Grandma, you are a guest. How can I ask you to come over to eat and help with the cooking?" Yang Han quickly asked his daughter to bring a chair and let the old woman sit down. "You can help me here and look at it."
If there’s anything wrong with the Northeastern dishes I’m learning to cook, I’d like to trouble you to point it out!”
The old lady couldn't sit still. She stood up again after sitting for less than a minute and walked around the two stoves. When she saw Yang Ruoyi helping to marinate the meat, she also wanted to go up and help.
Yang Ruoyi was not as powerful as her father. She was usurped by the old lady in a short while. Moreover, the old lady looked at this girl with bright eyes and bright teeth. She was very lovable, and she enthusiastically taught her how to prepare the eggs for Guobao Pork.
,starch.
"Look, this is called hanging paste. It needs to be dripped, but it won't come down. Hey, this will be fine!" the old lady taught her incessantly.
Yang Ruoyi stood aside and listened obediently, not sure if she could really learn it.
However, she had been greeting the grandfathers in her father's teahouse since she was a child, and she was used to getting along with her elders, so she wouldn't be in a hurry to deal with them!
"Hehe, grandma, you took these dumplings on time. Brother Ah Fu said he wanted to eat dumplings just now!" Yang Ruoyi laughed with the old woman.
"As long as you like it, I'm afraid you guys are from out of town and don't know how it tastes. I'm afraid you won't like it!" The old lady didn't regard Yang Ruoyi as a big star on TV. The big stars in her impression were those who appeared in the Spring Festival Gala.
The actors who acted in sketches with Northeastern accents.
Well, this girl is pretty good!
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With the addition of two generous elders and aunts from the Hezhe tribe, the night at Mushroom House becomes even more lively.
Although they are not celebrity guests, ordinary people behave in a more down-to-earth and down-to-earth manner. Moreover, the Northeastern accent can make the whole world go crazy when they speak. It is just like cross talk. It is very fun and natural.
There is also laughter and laughter at the dinner table.
The tradition of Mushroom House is for Yang Han or Yang Ruoyi to sing. On the first night, Yang Ruoyi had no preparation, so her father could only perform.
Yang Han didn't sing any pop songs at this time, nor did he show off. The first song he sang with Kang Yao in the car was the "Usuli Boat Song" that was the most characteristic of the Hezhe people.
Of course, when it came to singing this song, Yang Han was not as good as the old man. The old man got emotional, and even after drinking a little wine, he started roaring at the top of his lungs.
Although Yang Han has no singing skills to speak of, and Yang Han has to play guitar to accompany him, the old man who once fished on the boat sang this song with special emotion, and his vicissitudes of life and somewhat hoarse voice gave him a unique charm when he sang it.
People even have the feeling of being there!
In the second song, Yang Han has to come up with something "real"!
After all, what attracts viewers to "Longing for Life" is that Yang Han sings a new song in every episode. Now is the first episode, and Yang Han also wants to set a "tone" for this season's program!
"The next song, the story comes from an old educated youth from Northeast China who used to be a frequent visitor to my teahouse. I don't know if Yiyi still remembers that there used to be a grandfather named Duan..." Yang Han smiled and laid the groundwork first.
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Yang Ruoyi looked confused.
Is there? Why don’t I remember?
"You probably don't remember. That happened when you were very young. Later, Grandpa Duan got older and went back to the north. When I heard about him again a few years ago, I heard that he was gone. It can be considered a return to his roots!"
Yang Han smiled and said, "This song is adapted from the story he told when he was young!"
Of course, these words were made up by Yang Han. He had to make up a story for his song whose origin was difficult to explain.
Anyway, Mr. Duan was a real person, but he did pass away. Even if someone wanted to investigate, there was no way to ask.
While talking, Yang Han slowly moved his fingers and plucked the strings. The sound of the piano was melodious, as if the old man looked at the past with affectionate and lonely eyes.