Chapter 482 Nian Fusheng’s Ingenuity
Mo Feixiang waited a moment, then added the shrimp balls to the pan, deep-frying them at low heat until cooked. He then removed them, waited for the oil to warm up, and deep-fried them again at high heat until crispy. He then poured the sauce he had prepared earlier into the pan, stirring it evenly. Once the sauce thickened, he added the shrimp balls, quickly stir-frying them until they were evenly coated in the bright red sauce.
A layer of sautéed red Qiubei peppers had already been placed on a plate on one side. Mo Feixiang picked up the shrimp balls with tweezers and evenly sprinkled them with crushed pistachios until the surface was completely covered with crushed pistachios. He then placed them on top of the Qiubei peppers. After everything was arranged, he added a few decorative flowers, and the exquisite and crispy fruit baked shrimp balls were ready.
The fat man took out the barbecued pork that had been cooked twice from the oven, brushed it with sauce, and put it back into the oven. The pork was now covered with a layer of red and shiny color and was taken out of the oven by the fat man. He cut it into slices with a knife, and then arranged it neatly on a long plate. He then put the prepared dipping sauce aside, and the honey barbecued pork was out of the pot.
Zhao Xiaojing entered the last step of grinding the marinade. While quickly stirring the marinade, she put the lychee meat into the pot. After stir-frying for a few times, the lychee meat was ready.
Lao Ma cut the French herb lamb chops in his hand and arranged them on a plate. He took out the steamed abalone with garlic vermicelli from the steamer, poured hot oil on the surface, and sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions on it. He then put the dishes on the cart himself, and put the dishes prepared by several other chefs on it. He pushed the cart with the dishes himself and let Lao Qi come down.
The time was already 12:06.
The first and second tiers of dishes have been served, and the soup is next.
Lian Yulan heated up the soup bowls that Fatty had instructed her to use and lined them up. Fatty carefully ladled the braised shark's fin into the bowls, first the soup, then the shark's fin. Yesterday's pot of chicken soup had been followed by duck, scallops, and ham, leaving only half the pot. Fortunately, the bowls were small, so after filling it all up, there was still some left.
First came the authentic braised shark's fin. After serving it out, Lian Yulan carefully wiped the juice that gradually formed on the outside of the soup bowl, and then pushed it to the Songhe Changchun private room.
The next dish was the braised vegetarian shark’s fin. After serving it, Lao Ma wiped it carefully and then sent it to the Hua Hao Yue Yuan private room.
Zhao Xiaojing took ten beautiful white porcelain bowls to prepare the sweet soup, took out the prepared sweet soup ingredients from the refrigerator and mixed them directly. Finally, she poured in Zhao Xiaojing's special coconut milk. The bowls emitted a wisp of refreshing cold white smoke and were delivered to the Jinbangtiming box by Lu Pengyun.
The soup was served, followed by the third tier of dishes.
The embellished conch slices and Mo Feixiang's Japanese assorted tempura from Lao Qi's wok followed Zhao Xiaojing's syrup. As soon as Lao Qi finished dishing out the embellished conch slices, he immediately switched to a clean wok nearby and began stir-frying the Hong Kong-style typhoon shelter chicken wings with the final ingredients. Finally, he added the prepared typhoon shelter seasoning and tossed them a few times before finishing.
Fatty and Zhao Xiaojing split the work. Fatty marinated Zhao Xiaojing and re-fried the garlic spare ribs that had been fried once, while Zhao Xiaojing re-fried the fresh milk that had been formed after the initial frying. They both took the wok off the heat and placed the two fried dishes on either side of a wooden tray, adding a dipping sauce and a garnish of mint in the middle. The garlic spare ribs and fried milk dish was ready.
The time has reached twelve twelve.
Mo Feixiang went out and Nian Fusheng came in. Fatty and Lao Qi heated up the oil in a wok and fried the last two vegetarian dishes. One was blanched oyster mushrooms, served with pine, crane and changchun, and the other was stir-fried celery with mandarin duck lilies and served with flowers and a full moon.
While Lu Pengyun pushed out two vegetarian dishes, Zhao Xiaojing helped Nian Fusheng put the noodles on plates.
The moment she opened the steamer, Zhao Xiaojing was stunned.
In the two steamers, one is filled with longevity peach buns as big as basketballs, and the other is filled with persimmon buns the same size as longevity peaches.
"I remember you made a small longevity peach? The small longevity peach... is in the belly?" Zhao Xiaojing looked around and pointed at the round belly of the longevity peach bag.
"You guessed right! You have to help cut these two cakes after they are served, otherwise the guests will not know where to start. I'll do the longevity peaches, and you do the persimmons." Nian Fusheng said as he handed a pair of gloves and a long knife for cutting the cake to Zhao Xiaojing.
"I've never cut it before, will it damage it?"
"No, there is a certain gap inside. You can cut a slit like cutting a cake and peel off the outer skin just this much." Nian Fusheng pointed to the place where the skin should be peeled.
"Okay." Zhao Xiaojing nodded, and immediately pushed the cart out of the kitchen and walked towards the Jinbangtiming box.
Mo Feixiang was standing outside the doors of several private rooms at this time. Seeing Zhao Xiaojing coming, he hurried over and knocked on the door of the Jinbangtiming private room, then helped Zhao Xiaojing open the door.
As soon as she opened the door, Zhao Xiaojing was almost shocked by the cheers, screams and noise.
A table of middle school students were having a party while eating. When they noticed someone coming in, they all looked at the food in Zhao Xiaojing's cart.
"persimmon!"
"Wow, it's a persimmon!"
Under the gaze of a table of junior high school students, Zhao Xiaojing brought the persimmons to the table with a smile.
"This persimmon needs to be cut open and eaten. Do you want to take a picture? If not, I'll start cutting it."
“We need to take a picture!”
"Sister, I want to take a picture! Thank you, sister!"
After a group of students finished speaking, they immediately took out their mobile phones to take pictures. Zhao Xiaojing smiled, took two steps back, and looked at the table.
It was just 12:18, and the noodles I had were the main course. After that, Songhe Changchun would serve a longevity noodle, and the other tables would have a portion of rice, and the entire meal would be complete. This was relatively efficient, serving three sets of food in 18 minutes. At least the speed of serving the food didn't deduct points.
Within these eighteen minutes, the group of students who had passed the imperial examination had finished off their main course, slow-roasted beef ribs. All the plates were cleared away, and there was little left of the fat man's glazed pigeon, honey-glazed barbecued pork, and their own lychee meat. The other dishes were served in chronological order, and those that were served earlier were mostly eaten. Even the sweet soup that was served not long ago was mostly drunk up, and the bottom of the bowl was as clean as if it had just been washed.
It seems that the strategy for this group of students is correct, and the table of dishes is more to their liking.
"Sister, cut it!" the student closest to Zhao Xiaojing shouted.
"Okay." Zhao Xiaojing put on the gloves, held the side of the big tomato, cut two lines on the top of the tomato with a knife, and then used both hands to peel off a piece of skin from the top like peeling petals.
As a piece of the skin was peeled off, a bunch of small and exquisite tomatoes that looked exactly like the big tomatoes outside rolled out.
Fortunately, there was a steamer, and the steamer was big enough, so the pile of small tomatoes just rolled into the steamer.
Just as I guessed, Nian Fusheng is really clever.
Zhao Xiaojing was secretly amazed in her heart, and turned this side to the students, allowing them to see the scene inside the persimmon.
"Wow!! So cute!!"
“So beautiful!”
“Let me take a picture!”
As expected, a group of students started cheering, taking pictures, and scrambling to turn the tables.
Zhao Xiaojing quietly left and closed the door.
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