Qiao Xuejun praised it generously: "It's delicious."
Uncle Zhang felt a little embarrassed when he heard Qiao Xuejun's straightforward praise, and replied: "It's also because you provided enough potatoes. I thought that if the potato starch can make the fish meat tender, it would be okay to use fish as a staple food."
"We picked out some potatoes that were about to sprout and ground them into potato starch. We also made vermicelli if we couldn't use all the tender meat. The vermicelli can be dehydrated and dried to extend its shelf life, which is also very good."
Qiao Xuejun nodded: "Yes."
If the vermicelli is dehydrated and dried, it can be kept for several years in this weather, which is much longer than the shelf life of fresh potatoes.
It is a good idea to eat fresh potatoes first and make the ones that are about to sprout into potato vermicelli.
Qiao Xuejun was extremely surprised by the dishes made by Uncle Zhang, not to mention the guests from Haibao. They were even more surprised than Qiao Xuejun.
Yuan Yuanfang and others were attracted by the potato vermicelli on the main course plate.
It was crystal clear and covered with a rich red sauce. Yuan Yuanfang swallowed her saliva before she ate it. After hearing Qiao Xuejun's praise, she picked up a chopstick and started eating.
tasty.
This was the first thought. She and her husband were the owners of a steel mill, starting from scratch, and during their business, they had attended countless social events and had countless banquets.
As the largest steel plant in the local area, what kind of delicacies must he not have eaten?
To her taste, this plate of potato vermicelli was indeed a delicacy. However, perhaps she also enjoyed it because she had been tortured by the fish meat for too long after the natural disaster.
But whatever the reason, it's delicious.
Yuan Yuanfang took a bite, swallowed it, and looked up at Uncle Zhang: "Master Zhang is a good cook."
Uncle Zhang smiled and said, "No matter how good my cooking skills are, I still need something to show them off. As the saying goes, a strong woman cannot cook without rice. The 'rice' in our base was all provided by Teacher Qiao."
Everyone started to eat, except Meng Ka, who looked at the food on the plate with a complicated expression. This was completely different from what he had imagined.
The First Base said they would keep some food, so he thought it would be mainly military rations. At most they would give him a spoonful of mashed potatoes to spread on the rations, and that would be considered a meal.
But it wasn't. This was completely different from what he had heard from Shen Xingtang.
The potato flour is ready.
The portions were generous.
He observed and found slight differences. For example, the overlord of the First Base and the soldiers in military uniforms had larger food portions, such as two more military biscuits and two more pieces of golden cucumber flesh in the pumpkin soup.
And that piece of fish.
Mengka's main concern is fish.
After hearing his own lord speak, Meng Ka's chopsticks reached for the fish first.
Huh?
When the chopsticks were stretched out, the fish meat was actually pierced open, revealing the tender white meat.
Fish meat is not as tough as chicken and pork, so it is normal for it to fall apart when poked with chopsticks. But it is this normality that makes it seem abnormal.
Now the mutated fish meat is very tough and not tender at all, and it is impossible to poke it with chopsticks. Even though they have used many methods in food research and development, they can only make it taste like chicken.
Mengka was very surprised. He picked up a piece of scattered fish meat and put it in his mouth.
Soft and delicate, melts in your mouth.
Such tender fish???
Mengka couldn't believe it, so he picked up another piece and put it in his mouth. It still tasted the same, tender and smooth.
How could that be possible? Mengka took one piece after another, and in just three or five bites, the small amount of fish meat was gone.
Looking at the empty fish plate, Meng Ka was a little dazed.
Because of the potato starch? But that only makes the meat smoother, it is impossible to completely change the texture of the meat! How is this done?
He couldn't figure it out.
"How is this possible... How on earth..."
Hearing Meng Ka's mumbling, Uncle Zhang laughed and said jokingly, "Maybe our free-range fish are different from sea fish. Just like the free-range chicken, the meat is more tender and firm."
Walking fish...
Qiao Xuejun laughed out loud at this.
Seeing Qiao Xuejun smile, Zhao Xian also raised his lips. He lowered his voice slightly and asked her, "Do you like potato flour? I didn't touch it here, would you like to add some more?"
He asked Qiao Xuejun to take some from his plate.
Qiao Xuejun took a look at his plate and saw that he was only eating the army ration biscuits and had not touched the potato flour.
Qiao Xuejun also lowered her voice and replied: "Eat yours, try it quickly, Uncle Zhang cooks it very deliciously."
Zhao Xian didn’t care whether the food was delicious or not, as long as it could fill his stomach.
Seeing Qiao Xuejun staring at him while eating, Zhao Xian took a bite out of courtesy and commented, "It's really good."
It was indeed good, but there was not much expression on his face. Qiao Xuejun asked: "Have you eaten this before?"
How come there is no surprise at all?
Zhao Xian: "No. It's the first time too."
Qiao Xuejun: Okay.
Over there, Uncle Zhang asked Meng Ka, "Mr. Meng, how is our free-range fish compared to your pickled fish?"
As Uncle Zhang spoke, he took out the bag of pickled fish that Qiao Xuejun had given him, spread it out on the table, unwrapped the fish skin, revealing the pickled fish inside.
The pickled fish was not a whole fish, but was cut into thin slices. It must have been pickled with salt. The fish slices looked a bit dark and dry, like jerky slices.
Uncle Zhang picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.
There was a crunch. Like eating French fries.
It sounds quite crispy. Qiao Xuejun knew as soon as she heard it that it should have a completely different taste.
It takes skill to make it so light and crisp. After all, the fish before was hard, and it was hard to bite even if it was made into this kind of jerky. But this doesn't seem to have anything to do with the tenderness that Meng Ka mentioned before.
Uncle Zhang also praised: "Not bad, very crispy."
But as soon as he finished speaking, Meng Ka's face flushed red, and he couldn't even raise his head in shame. There was no way to compare, the pickled fish they made was completely incomparable to the fresh fish from the First Base.
Today he is showing off his skills in front of an expert.
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