After Transmigrating as the Fake Young Miss of a Rural Family, I Got Rich Through Gourmet Food

In stories about "true and false young misses," others usually transmigrate into noble daughters who were lost outside. With one transmigration, they step on cannon fodder, become the cente...

Chapter 48 Smoked and Grilled

Things like what Su Qingluan was holding would be very common in modern kitchens.

Anyone who has a little interest in Japanese or Korean food will know at a glance that it is a one-foot square bamboo curtain connected by bamboo strips and cotton thread.

But it was obvious that there was no such tool in that era - at least everyone present was confused about how to use this "bamboo curtain".

Meeting everyone's gaze, Su Qingluan knew that the use of this little tool could not be explained in a few words, so she just said, "This thing will have its own magical uses later, everyone just watch."

Since she said so, no one asked any more questions.

Su Qingluan first touched the chicken that was hanging on the steamer to drain the water.

When the soup stops dripping, tear the chicken into small pieces and place them in the steamer.

Pour the chicken broth into another empty basin. Su Qingluan said, "This new product doesn't require so much chicken broth, but when Hongfulou needs broth, using chicken broth as the soup base is a good choice."

Su Qingluan cleaned the soup pot, then took the iron pot used to make egg skins, and put sugar and tea leaves in it.

Then he placed the meat in a steamer on the inner rack of the iron pot and turned to ask, "Do you have a clean sweat towel? Not silk, thick and absorbent ones are best."

Shopkeeper Liang asked the waiter to bring two unused snow-white hand towels from the front desk.

Su Qingluan took it in her hand and touched it: Well, it’s made of cotton and very absorbent.

She nodded with satisfaction, scooped a bucket of water from the water tank in the back kitchen, soaked two towels in it and wrung out the water, filled the gap between the edge of the iron pot and the steamer tightly, and then closed the lid of the steamer.

After preparing everything that needed to be put in place, Su Qingluan first asked the guy who was stoking the fire to remove some firewood from the furnace to make the fire less intense, and then placed the iron pot and the steamer on the stove.

Someone who had been watching nearby asked, "Don't we need to add water to the iron pot?"

Su Qingluan shook her head: "Don't add any water at all."

"Humph, nonsense! Wouldn't that burn the bottom of the pot? A pot costs dozens of taels of silver. How are you going to compensate me if it burns?"

Su Qingluan didn't even look back to see who asked this. She just smiled and said, "If the iron pot burns out, I can only advance the monthly salary that Manager Liang gave me!"

Liang Youdao could tell Su Qingluan was joking, so he half-jokingly said, "Don't worry, Miss Su's monthly salary is enough to buy her an iron pot!"

Not long after, the bottom of the pot containing sugar and tea leaves began to make a slight crackling sound.

After a while, white smoke began to seep out from the sweat towel that was tightly stuffed into the pot wall.

"There's a fire!"

"It's okay!" Su Qingluan stopped the panicked shouts of those who were trying to fetch water to put out the fire, "Just wait and see!"

Seeing Su Qingluan so calm, the originally agitated crowd gradually calmed down. However, for safety reasons, they all unconsciously began to move away from the stove.

Although Manager Liang and Chef Xu Yuanwei were not as panicked as the kitchen helpers, they also looked a little shaken.

However, when they saw Su Qingluan's calm expression, they knew that this "white smoke" was exactly what she was used to.

At this time, Xu Yuanwei, who was closest to the stove, raised his nose and asked, "Madam Su, this smell is like a burnt smell, but what's the difference?"

Su Qingluan exclaimed in admiration: "Master Chef is indeed a master chef. He actually realized the key points before others."

While the other helpers were panicking about the fire, the head chef was indeed more aware of cooking and could distinguish the subtle flavors.

After about a cup of tea, Su Qingluan walked forward and took the iron pot away from the stove, then let it sit aside, waiting for the pungent smell of smoke to dissipate.

During this break, Su Qingluan went to check on the steamed rice - the guys were steaming glutinous rice.

Su Qingluan served a bowl of rice and placed it in a ventilated place to dissipate the heat. She then mixed rice vinegar, sugar and salt to make a sauce, sprinkled it on the japonica rice that had been drained of heat, and stirred it evenly with a spoon.

At this time, the white smoke in the iron pot had almost dissipated. When Su Qingluan lifted the lid of the pot, everyone who had been watching on the side came over to take a look.

The chicken, which was originally as white as jade, has now turned brown. Someone couldn't help but ask, "This... this is burnt, right?" The tone of the voice was almost as if saying, "No dog would eat this kind of garbage!"

Su Qingluan turned around and looked around to see the expressions of the onlookers.

Among them, Shopkeeper Liang was the calmest, he just watched her seriously to see what she said;

Master Chef Xu Yuanwei was also okay. Although his face was very tense, he managed to keep his expression under control.

The rest of the people had twitching faces, some were grinning, and some were dumbfounded...

No one thought the chicken in the pot was edible.

Su Qingluan didn't care about everyone's reaction. She just picked up a piece of chicken and tore it apart gently.

In an instant, the brown surface cracked, and the snow-white and clearly threaded chicken meat was revealed.

Moreover, unlike the dry and hard chicken that everyone imagines, the torn chicken even has a shiny and moist glow - it is not dry or tough at all!

Su Qingluan handed the split chicken to Liang and Xu Yuanwei respectively: "Would you like to try it?"

As a chef, Xu Yuanwei's cooking skills and taste judgment are beyond doubt; although Manager Liang himself is not good at cooking, he is the owner of a restaurant after all, and he also has some appetite, so he has some knowledge of food.

The two men tore off a piece of the chicken and put it in their mouths to chew, and immediately understood what was so delicious about this chicken.

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