The meat chunks are still quite firm, far from the soft and tender texture they will be when the finished product comes out of the pot.
Ling Miao added seasonings and continued stir-frying. She took out the fermented bean curd she had made earlier, scooped in two spoonfuls of fermented bean curd juice, and poured it in.
Spices can better remove fishy smells and enhance aroma. While pouring in a little white wine, she also poured in the prepared spices.
She discovered Xiangye by chance while browsing the StarNet.
The interstellar people didn't discover its wonders, and Ling Miao could only regret it after buying it all.
The other party obtained it by chance, and that's all.
Although the system shop has all kinds of ingredients and seasonings, she dared not take out any ingredients that did not yet exist in the interstellar era.
Take tomatoes, for example.
Thinking about this made Ling Miao feel somewhat discouraged.
Tomatoes haven't even appeared yet in the interstellar era.
I don't know if it's as unpopular as durian, so I don't know where it's hidden, or if it's not there at all.
However, Ling Miao is more inclined to believe the former's guess.
Perhaps it just hasn't been discovered yet.
Pulling her wandering thoughts back, she looked at the braised pork in the pot, added enough boiling water to cover the meat, turned up the heat to cook, and then turned down the heat to simmer slowly after it boiled.
Once everything was ready, she looked at Susan, who knowingly showed her the slices of meat that had already been coated with batter.
Oil and water were also poured into a pot on the side. The pale yellow oil and water emitted faint steam under the heat of the pot.
Ling Miao stuck a chopstick into the bottom of the pot, and tiny bubbles quickly rose up around the chopstick.
Once the oil was hot enough, she placed the slices of meat coated in batter into the pot. As the meat slices, covered in thick white batter, came into contact with the hot oil, the pot seemed to bloom, with clusters of small bubbles piling up.
Rella and the others craned their necks to watch with curiosity. Recalling Ling Miao's action of poking chopsticks into the oil pot, they couldn't help but ask, "Is there any particular custom to poking chopsticks into the oil pot?"
"Of course not." Ling Miao glanced at Ruila in surprise, seemingly genuinely puzzled by her question.
While keeping an eye on the activity inside the oil pan, she explained, "That's what I use to test the oil temperature."
"For those who are not skilled, a more accurate thermometer can be used."
Ling Miao gently manipulated the shaped meat slices with her chopsticks, explaining, "The oil temperature is the main factor affecting the taste."
"If the temperature is too low, the fried meat will not be crispy enough, and the meat inside will be too soft and watery; if the oil temperature is too high, the fried meat will be too dry and burnt, and it will be dry and greasy to eat."
The group suddenly realized what was going on. Rella nodded repeatedly, occasionally whispering to Susan and Le Yuan beside her.
The two children, barely taller than the table, listened to the adults' enthusiastic discussion, standing on tiptoe and craning their necks, anxiously pacing around.
I can't see it!
Lerin pouted, "I want to see too!" He tugged at his father's sleeve.
Le Yuan lowered his head helplessly and picked up one in each arm.
The two children, their heads darting around in my arms, found a suitable spot to watch and stopped fussing.
Two pairs of eyes were fixed intently on the boiling pot.
Seeing Ling Miao scoop out the sliced meat and fry it twice more, the golden and crispy slices steaming hot seemed to scratch at my already drooling heart like a kitten's paw.
Lerin twisted his body, staring longingly, his saliva reaching his lips, but he sucked it back with a 'slurp'.
Can I have one?
Just one!
He stretched out his chubby little paw and confidently raised one finger.
Rella covered her face helplessly; how could she have given birth to such a glutton?
Fortunately, my eldest son...
My gaze fell on Lesen, whose eyes were wide and wet, staring eagerly at the slices of meat that had just come out of the pot.
Rella: "......"
Two gluttons!
Ling Miao almost burst out laughing. She glanced at Ruila, who was covering her face, and then at Le Yuan, who was trying not to laugh.
A mother who is utterly ashamed, a greedy son, and a man trying not to laugh!
This family is really something!
"It's possible, but once you've tasted it, you're not allowed to try it again after the finished product is taken out of the pot."
"You only get one chance."
Ling Miao's voice was alluring as she looked at the conflicted child in front of her.
The two children blinked, looking at Ling Miao with resentment. After hesitating for a long time, they still chose to give up.
"Then I'll wait until it's completely cooked before I try it."
Ling Miao agreed and turned to start preparing the sweet and sour sauce.
The essence of Guo Bao Rou (sweet and sour pork) lies in its sweet and sour sauce.
The vinegar should be rice vinegar, which has a low alcohol content and a subtle rice aroma, making it perfect for seasoning sauces.
The prepared sauce was poured into the pot, and the remaining oil in the pot instantly produced steam.
Ling Miao quickly stirred the sauce with a spatula, and soon, large, shiny bubbles rose in the pot, and the originally liquid sauce began to thicken.
Seeing the sauce begin to coat the spatula, she quickly poured in the prepared slices of meat and side dishes, her wrist flicking as the sweet and sour pork in the pan danced up and down.
The golden and crispy sweet and sour pork is coated with a layer of glistening sugar syrup.
The two children stared wide-eyed at the rising and falling of the sweet and sour pork.
Once plated, the golden and crispy sweet and sour pork is ready.
"One piece for everyone who wants to try."
She took out a plate, set aside a small portion, and handed it to the person who was waiting.
The two brothers were the most impatient; as soon as they got their chopsticks, they reached for the sweet and sour pork they had been craving.
Le Yuan also eagerly reached for his chopsticks. He had always heard his wife say that the manager's cooking skills were outstanding. The snacks he had just eaten were enough to make him savor the taste, and now the sweet and sour pork was enough to attract his attention just by looking at it.
"Click"
The outer garment was bitten and made a soft sound, the crisp sound amplified infinitely in his ears. Le Yuan squinted his eyes in pleasure, the tender flesh on his tongue now fully revealed.
The crispy outer crust does not affect the tenderness of the meat inside at all.
It appears crisp and crunchy, but when you bite into it, the meat inside is surprisingly tender and juicy.
The slightly sour seasoning combined with the sweetness makes it not cloying at all; on the contrary, it makes you want to eat more and more.
He got hooked on chewing, one piece after another, but when he reached out with his chopsticks, he only managed to pick up empty air.
Looking around, I happened to see the last piece of sweet and sour pork being taken away.
Looking towards her owner from the direction of the chopsticks, Rella's satisfied face came into view.
Le Yuan had no choice but to put down his chopsticks with regret. Remembering his wife's frowning face, he couldn't help but have a mischievous thought, "Don't you dislike sweet meat?"
"Who says I don't like to eat?"
Rella retorted quickly, chewing her food, glancing sideways at her husband, and swallowing the last bite.
"I love everything Miaomiao makes!"
Yeah?
Le Yuan gestured to Rella, who followed his gaze to the braised pork that was still simmering in the pot not far away, covered with a lid.
The pot lid was completely closed, making it impossible to see what was inside, and there was no particular smell in the air.
Her eyes flickered with guilt for a moment, but she quickly straightened her back.
I've never had a sweet meat dish before. If the sweet and sour pork is so delicious, then the braised pork must be just as good!
With that thought, her gaze fell back on the stewing pot.
I don't know when it will be ready.
It must taste delicious too!
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