Chapter 474 This Chicken Didn’t Die Unjustly
Originally, the first choice was pure hawthorn filling, and the second choice was red bean filling, but there was no fresh hawthorn in this season, and the hawthorn filling made with dried hawthorn lacked flavor. As for the second choice, red bean filling, if served as a dessert after a full meal, would be a little greasy for the elderly.
Neither option was perfect, so after much consideration, Nian Fusheng decided to strike a balance and make a red bean and hawthorn filling. This way, he wouldn't have to sacrifice the taste, and the flavor of the dried hawthorn would add a touch of freshness without overpowering the main flavor of the red beans.
As for the red date paste, it is used as a filling. There is not much of it, but a little bit of sweetness can still give people a surprise.
As for the Hua Hao Yuan Yue and Jin Bang Ti Ming tables, the fillings are the same as Song He Chang Chun due to time constraints.
However, the theme is different, so of course the appearance is different.
After Zhao Xiaojing finished processing the three ingredients that Nian Fusheng asked her to do, she began to make her own side dishes.
These condiments are mainly made for the table of top scorers, which consists of junior high school students. Through a telephone survey with Nian Yulan's nephew, it was found that most of them do not like thick and rich soups, and everyone has their own preferences for ordinary soups, and there is no consensus on the variety of them. But there is one thing that almost every student likes, and that is milk tea.
As for the sugar syrup, it can be said to be a deluxe upgraded version of milk tea with more toppings. Just when everyone was hesitating about the soup, Zhao Xiaojing suddenly had an idea and proposed the sugar syrup solution, which was immediately passed unanimously.
Zhao Xiaojing methodically shapes the small ingredients that need to be processed in advance, including three-color taro balls, sago, ice rice balls, crispy bobo, mochi, and wine lees. She blows dry those that need to be blown dry, puts those that need to be frozen in the refrigerator, and processes the small ingredients that need to be made tomorrow in advance, waiting for tomorrow's production.
After finishing this, Nian Fusheng had also finished arranging the matters in the front hall and went to the kitchen with Mo Feixiang.
Both of them have important responsibilities tomorrow, so they don't need to cook many dishes. Nian Fusheng will be responsible for the final main course of the three tables' banquet, which is three servings of noodles, plus a bowl of longevity noodles from Songhe Changchun. Mo Feixiang needs to replace Nian Fusheng when he comes back to cook the main course, so he is only responsible for two dishes, one is the baked shrimp balls with crispy fruits, and the other is Japanese tempura.
Zhao Xiaojing wiped her hands, said hello to Nian Fusheng, and then gave up the white counter area and returned to the stove next to the fat man.
At this moment, the broth is still stewing in the pot, and the pork elbow is still soaking in the marinade water. All that needs to be done are some chores.
Zhao Xiaojing poured out the water from the ribs, washed them briefly and continued to soak them, then began to wash the chicken feet, wing tips and duck necks.
These are the snack platters that Nian Fusheng and Mo Feixiang came up with, meant to be complimentary treats for guests while they wait. They're small, affordable, and both time-saving and convenient. They can be prepared ahead of time, satisfying guests' cravings without filling them up. And, combined on three platters, they look impressive.
Zhao Xiaojing soaked the ingredients in the basin, cut the nails of the chicken feet, and turned her head to look at the fat man curiously.
The fat man hadn't made any movement since she came back, with his head down and not a word.
Seeing this, Zhao Xiaojing stopped what she was doing in surprise.
The fat man was peeling the chicken skin meticulously, holding the skin slightly with one hand and carefully cutting the fascia connecting the skin and the chicken meat with the other hand.
Although the movements don't look slow at all, it is obviously a highly difficult technical job.
The chicken was cut open from the belly. The fat man pointed his knife inward and peeled off the skin along the belly while continuously cutting away the fascia. He kept adjusting his posture and movements during the whole process. It seemed swift and decisive, but in fact his movements were always gentle and his strength was controlled very precisely.
In more than twenty minutes, the chicken skin had been peeled off from the belly to the wings. Finally, the fat man gently cut it off with a knife and peeled it off together with the wings.
The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the chicken skin and shook it gently. The chicken skin immediately stretched out like paper. Except for the neck and the chicken feet, the entire chicken skin was peeled off beautifully and completely without a trace of damage.
"Jiangnan Hundred Flowers Chicken?" Zhao Xiaojing was afraid of disturbing the fat man when he was peeling the chicken skin, so she didn't dare to get close to take a closer look. Now that the fat man had finished peeling, Zhao Xiaojing quickly put down the chicken feet in her hand and moved over.
"Tsk tsk, Captain's skills are really solid. This must have taken years of practice, right?"
"After practicing to this point, this chicken deserves to die."
"That's amazing! Yu Yiyuan's three sets of ducks are no better than this."
"Three sets of ducks, chickens, ducks, and pigeons have been deboned. This one has been skinned. I'm afraid Yu Yiyuan wouldn't be able to remove the skin so completely even if he did."
"Captain is awesome! Our team is the best!"
As soon as Zhao Xiaojing finished speaking, the people around who had already noticed the fat man's movements came over and praised the fat man's chicken skin in amazement.
"No, no, I've only been practicing for about ten years. As for knife skills, practice makes perfect. It all comes down to patience, haha."
"That's not comparable, that's not the way to say it. I can't even debone a three-piece duck, it's not the same concept, haha."
"It's okay, it's okay."
"Be humble, be modest."
The fat man's eyes became slits from laughing, and he responded to everyone politely.
After everyone finally returned to their seats and started doing their own things, the fat man turned around and curled his lips at Zhao Xiaojing, who had returned to the sink to cut chicken feet. "Thank goodness you don't make this every day. If I did, I wouldn't have any motivation to go to work!"
"Isn't it a signature dish? I thought you would make multiple servings every day." Zhao Xiaojing was stunned.
"It's impossible to order, it's troublesome, and it's limited. These are all signature dishes!" The fat man complained with a pout. "My master's restaurant has a limited supply of this dish. It's only made twice a month, and you have to be a VVIP member to make a reservation. It's sold out immediately at the beginning of every month. It's a blessing for the restriction. If I really made it every day, I would go crazy."
"It's indeed a delicate job, but you must have done it a lot with your proficiency."
"You don't know, after I learned how to make this chicken, my master stopped making it himself. He said he was giving me a chance, but in fact, he just found it troublesome. Now, every time someone makes a reservation, I make it. Originally, all my master's spots were given to me. My father even called me and said that after this year, he would talk to the master and let me go back. From now on, the Baihua Chicken at home will also be mine. I immediately refused when I heard that. My father is such a traitor to his son. He can sell two of them a week to let me make them!"
Zhao Xiaojing chuckled. The fat guy must have been betrayed by his own father. He was backstabbed whenever he was mentioned.
As he spoke, the fat man picked up the bamboo weaving in the basin that had already been scrubbed to remove the burrs, spread out the whole chicken skin, and slowly spread it on the bamboo weaving.
The fat man wanted a single-sided bamboo weaving, but it was difficult to find young craftsmen in a strange city, so the bamboo weaving was cut from the bamboo basket that Zhao Xiaojing bought at the market.
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