Chapter 305 This is probably the beheading version
This shredded pork with green peppers was invented by Zhao Xiaojing from the stir-fried pork with chili peppers. Stir-fried pork with chili peppers reached 91% of the system recipe level in the quality evaluation module, and Zhao Xiaojing spent money to buy the complete recipe, so of course it tastes delicious when it is stir-fried.
"Girl, it doesn't matter if you are not used to eating pig blood cake. Lychee meat is my specialty and I can teach you how to make it. I can also teach you other Min dishes that you like." Chef Fan pulled a chair and sat next to Zhao Xiaojing, looking at her expectantly.
"Then I'll teach you how to make shredded pork with green peppers?" Zhao Xiaojing was very understanding.
"Okay! I'll go to the refrigerator and get some shredded pork! You guys eat." Chef Fan seemed to have been waiting for these words. He put down his chopsticks, stopped eating, stood up and wanted to leave.
"No, no, I still have nearly three portions of shredded pork and green peppers! These ingredients have already been washed and cut. It would be a waste if you don't use them. You can use them to cook. If you don't have enough seasoning, you can ask me for it!" Chef Huang hurriedly pulled Chef Fan and said.
The Wei family ordered forty-five tables of dishes. Today, the guests sat at a total of forty-three tables, including Chef Huang and the band members, so there was enough ingredients for two extra tables of dishes.
"How about Huang come too?"
"Yes, Master Huang, come along too, let's have a chat."
"Okay!" Chef Huang was overjoyed.
The three of them quickly finished their meal and went into the kitchen, leaving the sisters-in-law and apprentices to continue eating while they cleaned up the table and dismantled the shed. Chef Huang was initially embarrassed and said he would wait a while until everyone else finished cleaning up before leaving. But then a few of his apprentices pushed him, even more eager than he was, and said, "Master Huang, go learn! Once you learn, we won't have to worry about not having enough to eat!"
Chef Fan greeted the second son of the Wei family and went to get the ingredients. Without much ado, the three of them started to exchange cooking skills using the stove in the second son's kitchen. After a while, exclamations from the three of them came from the kitchen one after another.
"What a steady hand! Such precise timing!"
"The heat is perfect!"
"Is this possible? So this is how it's rolled?"
"Haha, great! Let me try it!"
The three of them have different areas of expertise and cuisines, but they can all accurately understand each other's ingenuity and strong control in cooking. At first, they were full of amazement and politeness. However, after the three of them quickly became familiar with each other, various ideas began to collide, the style of the picture changed, and the situation became tit-for-tat.
"I think it would be better to use water starch instead of marinating the meat! The starch won't be too big, it will be tender when stir-fried, and the heat is easier to control. It's better than scallion and ginger water!"
"No, no, no, Lao Huang, you're wrong. I think scallion and ginger water is better, but the egg white is optional!"
"No, I need both the onion and ginger juice and the egg white! One is smooth and tender, the other is delicate. Each has its own use, and the oil is also essential!"
"No, I have to try it. Just watch, girl, the result will definitely be better than yours!"
"Girl, don't listen to him. You're better at cooking than I am. Try cooking it as I tell you and see if it tastes better!"
"Absolutely not. I'll fry one for you and you'll know!" Chef Fan's eyes were excited. He mixed the shredded pork according to his own ideas and started heating the oil. In a blink of an eye, the third dish of shredded pork and green peppers was out of the wok. "Come, try my improved version!"
"I'm afraid this is the beheading version..." Chef Huang picked up the chopsticks, took a bite, then put down the chopsticks and smacked his lips.
"Something's missing, but it's not my fault for pickling! ... What's missing?"
"Do you think it's a string?" Chef Huang sneered.
"Or is he just stubborn?" Zhao Xiaojing raised an eyebrow.
"Girl, how could you have learned bad habits from him in just a short time?" Cook Fan was furious. He turned around, looked at the basket of vegetables, and shouted outside, "Second brother, second brother! Pick me another basket of green peppers!"
"Let's talk about your lychee meat. Since it's crispy, I think it would be better to use raw starch and add some cooking wine, or just add beer to make it crispy. Maybe it will taste better than what you have now." Seeing that the ingredients for the shredded pork with green peppers were sold out, Chef Huang turned around and studied the lychee meat.
"You're arguing with the starch, aren't you? Others add onion and ginger water and you replace it with water starch, and I add water starch and you replace it with raw starch? Why do I want it to be so crispy? Then I might as well just fry the fish!"
"Hey, Master Fan, don't tell me. A crispier texture isn't impossible. And water chestnuts, have you ever tried coating them with starch? How do you know it won't work if you haven't tried it?"
"Come on, come on, then try it! Can you give it a try?"
"Let's try it." Zhao Xiaojing picked up the knife and started to cut the meat slices in front of the two people's glaring eyes. Chef Huang stood aside and waited for Zhao Xiaojing to color and marinate the meat according to Chef Fan's steps, and then scooped cornstarch into the bowl.
"Wait a minute!" Zhao Xiaojing blocked it with her hands, turned her head and poured the water chestnuts in to mix with it.
"Oh! They're ruining our Fujian cuisine!" Chef Fan was heartbroken.
"Oh! The good fruit has been spoiled by the seasoning!" Chef Huang had a headache.
"Are you going to add starch or not?" Zhao Xiaojing looked at Chef Huang unhappily.
"Why not add it!" Chef Huang glared and immediately scooped two more spoonfuls of starch.
"Add water?"
"No." Chef Huang took the bowl, put it down and ran out. He came back with a can of beer, opened it, poured some into the bowl and started mixing it. Zhao Xiaojing heated the oil in the pan and stared at the starch paste in Chef Huang's hand which was becoming increasingly thick, thoughtfully.
The oil is hot, and the lychee flesh is added to the pan. The round dumplings slowly take shape in the moderately hot oil. Once fried, they are removed from the pan and poured into a bowl of starch. After the lychee flesh is ground into a saucepan, it is quickly stir-fried with the lychee flesh. This step requires speed, a Fujian cooking technique known as "stir-frying," and is performed by the reluctant chef Fan.
The three continued to taste the food.
The lychee flesh that has been pickled in a different way is indeed crispier, and the water chestnuts coated with flour have a layered taste. The outer layer has a sweet and sour taste wrapped in a crispy coating, while the inner layer has a refreshing water chestnut fruit flavor.
"How about it, Old Fan? Still want to fry fish?"
"Each has its own unique characteristics! Lychee meat has been prepared in various ways. Can you say this method is definitely better than mine? Didn't you just say that cooking with a girl is an insult to the fruit? Now you can say that water chestnuts coated with flour are not delicious? Even if your method is okay, everyone has different tastes, and not everyone may like it."
"Then why didn't you say anything when you just said that girl was ruining Fujian cuisine? Why don't you stop being a chef and find a job on a construction site? You're such a good lifter!"
Chef Huang and Chef Fan put down their chopsticks and continued a new round of bickering. Zhao Xiaojing stared at the lychee meat and the remaining paste in the bowl where Chef Huang was mixing the lychee meat. An idea suddenly came to her mind. She quickly grabbed the bowl and cracked an egg into it.
"Hey girl, you're just messing around. How can you add eggs to lychee meat?"
"You added a whole egg, even if you only added the egg white. You're insulting the egg!"
Seeing Zhao Xiaojing's actions, the two of them complained behind her. Zhao Xiaojing smiled and ignored them. Who said she was going to make lychee meat?
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