Chapter 524 Bah!
"Grandpa, that's not what I meant... Hey, grandpa, you can't cheat me!" The fat man was still shouting at the door, but Master Nan Rongquan and his disciple had already walked around the corner and disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Looking at the look on the old man's apprentice's face, it seems he can't be persuaded. We can only try our best to do odd jobs for him so that he can do less." Guan Yingxia sighed.
"We will do our best and solve the problem if we can, so as to trouble him as little as possible." Yu Yiyuan said.
"That's all we can do. Let's get started."
None of the four had any other ideas, so they could only repay their teacher by cooking well and showing off their learning results. So each of them took a stove, took out the ingredients from the refrigerator and started to work.
"Sister Jingzi, you can make a big pot of this clear soup at a time, and it can be enough for the next four days. You can store it in the refrigerator and take it out directly when you need it. You don't have to make it every day, and you can also save some time to cook more sea cucumbers." The fat man reminded.
"Thanks, but I... I still don't know how to hang clear soup. I need to practice."
"You don't know how to make clear soup?!" the fat man exclaimed.
"Don't you know how to make clear soup?" Yu Yiyuan turned his head in surprise.
Although Guan Yingxia didn't say anything, her stunned look clearly showed her great surprise.
"Yes, clear soup is not only used for high-end dishes... It won't last... Isn't it normal?" Zhao Xiaojing felt very uncomfortable when being stared at by the three people, and asked after a pause.
"It's normal for others not to be able to make soup, but it's not abnormal for you! You are a hidden master who can easily make fried and crispy dishes, how can you not even make clear soup?" The fat man glared.
Yu Yiyuan and Guan Yingxia also nodded in agreement.
Zhao Xiaojing, who instantly understood the three people's idea, was at a loss for words. "I said that I learned to make fried double crisps by accident. Do you believe me?"
"Believe it! Why not!" The fat man answered very straightforwardly with a look that said, "I understand, this is a secret that cannot be told." Although Yu Yiyuan and Guan Yingxia were not so exaggerated, they obviously meant the same thing.
Zhao Xiaojing scratched her hair with a wry smile, and decided not to explain. She couldn't explain it anyway. "Then just believe it. Let's cook."
After the little episode, Zhao Xiaojing looked at the ingredients in front of her and began to process the chicken and duck elbows skillfully.
Originally thinking that it would take a long time to learn how to sweep soup, Zhao Xiaojing boiled a large pot of soup and divided it into several portions, and then chopped several portions of chicken breast into small pots for experimentation. She secretly projected the scene of making the soup and chopping the chicken breast into the virtual space, intending to practice a few more times in the virtual space while boiling the next pot after the soup was used up. Unexpectedly, by the time she finished sweeping the third small pot of soup, she had already done it quite well.
Although the soup in front of her was only nearly transparent and still a little turbid, Zhao Xiaojing knew that she had mastered the technique of sweeping the soup. With some adjustments to the details, success would only require a few more practices.
Zhao Xiaojing looked at the small pot of soup in front of her with confusion.
Was it the Fatty's mumbling tips beside him, or was it his increased comprehension after reaching another level ten? Or was it that the stock and clear soup techniques were related, and because he had the foundation of stock, he could also master the critical points of clear soup?
Just as she was puzzled, the fat man turned his head and took a look into the pot, then gave Zhao Xiaojing a teasing look as if to say, "I knew it was like this, you have another trick up your sleeve."
Zhao Xiaojing choked and after holding it in for a long time, she finally gave up the urge to argue with the fat man.
The clear soup was almost done, so Zhao Xiaojing used the remaining two small pots of soup to make the soup again and consolidate it. Finally, she mixed all the clear soups that were acceptable and barely usable together, and it barely made up one-third of the clear soup for the fat man and the others.
It takes too long to make a pot of soup, so I will continue to adjust and practice the remaining details in the virtual space at night. After all, it is a competition, so I have to catch up with the progress of Fatty and the others.
Fortunately, although I have more practice time than them and am two hours behind, I still make it in time.
Zhao Xiaojing’s onion and pepper paste and Nan Rongquan’s Sichuan pepper oil are very detailed and easy to master. The key to the rest of the dish lies in the sea cucumber.
This is also the key point of this dish. Whether it is the clear soup, the Sichuan pepper paste, the scallion oil, or the fried onions, they all serve one purpose - to roast the sea cucumber.
Zhao Xiaojing followed Nan Rongquan's method and placed the dry ingredients of the fried pepper oil on the bottom of the casserole. She added about 1 gram of salt to the clear soup that was almost enough to cover the sea cucumber to adjust the base flavor, then poured it in and wrapped the sea cucumber with a cage cloth.
Before wrapping the sea cucumbers, Zhao Xiaojing took a look at the ones in front of the fat man and the others. They took a bite or two and then left the unpalatable sea cucumbers on the plates. She immediately learned from their experience and followed the three people's practice of only putting one sea cucumber in at a time to avoid waste.
After simmering the Shanghai ginseng, Zhao Xiaojing fried the shallots. She glanced at her notes and regretted not trying any of the shallots after Nanrong finished frying them. She could only rely on her memory of how they looked, and she had no idea how they would taste.
"Pooh!" The pepper oil was poured in and was just getting hot when the fat man next to him twisted his eyebrows and spat into the trash can several times.
When Zhao Xiaojing took a look, she found that another sea cucumber had been taken out of the pot.
"Is it so unpalatable?" Zhao Xiaojing glanced at the plate in front of the fat man. The sea cucumber was red and a little black, shiny, and it seemed like there was too much sauce, but it was still acceptable.
"Wait a minute, I'll cut you a piece from this side!" The practical fat man looked up at Zhao Xiaojing, and without waiting for Zhao Xiaojing to refuse, he cut off a small piece from the other end of the sea cucumber that he had never bitten, and then very attentively took out a scallion, put them together in a clean bowl and handed it over.
Zhao Xiaojing turned down the heat, took it, and took a bite out of curiosity...
"Bah! What the hell is this?! Why is it sweet and numb?"
"The first time I made it, it wasn't fragrant or fresh, so I made some adjustments. Who knew it would become less and less tasty!" The fat man sighed, took the casserole, and started wrapping the sea cucumber again.
"This sauce looks simple when the old man prepared it, but it actually doesn't taste the same at all when I make it myself. It's either too bland or one of the flavors is too strong, destroying the balance." Guan Yingxia, who happened to have also wasted a sea cucumber, turned her head and said.
"The old man let us taste it when he decided on the recipe, but it was all in vain." Yu Yiyuan smiled bitterly.
Zhao Xiaojing, who hadn't finished cooking yet, rinsed her mouth several times, took a deep breath as everyone said, and then turned on the fire again and started frying the onions solemnly.
Half an hour later...
"Pooh!" Zhao Xiaojing spat out the scallion-fried sea cucumber she made.
The other three were not surprised. They sighed silently and turned away to continue practicing.
This practice lasted from 1:30 p.m. when Nan Rongquan left until 10 p.m., when everyone's broth was gone and there were no more important ingredients left, so they had to stop.
No one ate in the middle. The messy smell of green onions and the faint fishy smell of sea cucumbers in their mouths made the five people have no appetite at all.
Fortunately, the sea cucumbers were pre-processed by Yipintang and sent to them. The six-day processing had removed some of the fishy smell. Otherwise, the five people would not only lose their appetite, but would also vomit...
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