The stewing time for the large intestine was almost up, and Ma Hua scooped the cooked large intestine out of the pot.
Then cut the cooked large intestine into 2cm long sections and set aside for later use.
Then heat oil in a wok. Pour vegetable oil into the wok and when the oil temperature reaches 70% of its maximum heat, add the large intestines and fry until golden brown. Remove and drain the oil.
Leave some oil in the pan, then sauté minced scallions, ginger, and garlic until fragrant.
Pour in clear broth, add light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, salt, sugar, Shaoxing wine, vinegar, and chicken bouillon.
Add the large intestine, bring to a boil over high heat, then reduce to a simmer and stir-fry until cooked through.
Once the broth has thickened, add pepper, cinnamon, and cardamom powder.
Drizzle with Sichuan peppercorn oil, and sprinkle with chopped cilantro before serving.
A delicious and visually appealing dish of Nine-Turned Intestines is now complete.
This time, Ma Hua and Master Niu finished at the same time again, and Master Niu glanced at them with some surprise.
The color of the braised pork intestines made by the Malaysian Chinese is just right.
The colors seem even better than the ones I made myself.
Thinking of this, Chef Niu could no longer contain himself. He considered himself a master of Shandong cuisine.
How could I possibly think that my cooking is inferior to that of a young man?
But Master Niu had indeed lost the knife skills contest, and he was no longer as nonchalant as before.
Master Niu couldn't wait any longer and went over, then picked up a piece with his chopsticks.
I held it under my nose and smelled it gently; there was no smell of large intestine organs at all.
Then Master Niu put the large intestine in his mouth and savored it slowly.
The large intestine is dry and fragrant as soon as you put it in your mouth, and then the sweet taste and the aroma of the large intestine burst forth in your mouth.
The aftertaste has a hint of raw garlic spiciness, and it boasts a perfect balance of sour, sweet, fragrant, and salty flavors.
With its rosy color and tender texture, Master Niu nodded in satisfaction.
However, upon realizing that it was made by MCA, he looked somewhat embarrassed, as it actually tasted better than his own.
Then, in a stiff tone, he asked the MCA, "May I ask who your teacher is?"
Master Niu was also wondering to himself, why had he never heard of the MCA before?
Moreover, such authentic Nine-Turned Intestines must have been taught by a master.
I just don't know who MCA's mentor is.
They're so lucky to have trained such an outstanding apprentice.
Seeing Master Niu's ever-changing expression, Ma Hua was secretly amused.
I added some spiritual spring water and some cutting-edge futuristic technology while I was making it.
How could it not be authentic? How could it not taste good?
The era of master chefs of Shandong cuisine hiding seasonings in their sleeves is almost over.
That stuff, nothing compares to the advanced and sophisticated technology of later generations.
Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Master Niu asked Ma Hua directly, "Kid, who is your master?"
“Self-taught,” Ma Hua said, glancing at Master Niu.
In later generations, the method for this was made public; I learned it from my teacher at school.
"Ah." Master Niu could no longer hide his surprise.
He repeatedly shouted, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he said disdainfully to Ma Hua, "Hmph, if you don't want to talk, fine."
Yes, that kid definitely doesn't want to say. I'll just have to ask that old bastard later.
However, it seemed that Master Niu realized he might indeed have lost.
He then glanced at Ma Hua somewhat awkwardly.
Master Niu couldn't accept it, muttering to himself, "No way,"
"That's impossible! How could I have lost?"
Seeing Master Niu's expression, Ma Hua wasn't angry.
Instead, he used his chopsticks to pick up the braised pork intestines prepared by Master Niu.
MCA wants to see what level of chefs in this era are really at.
With this thought in mind, Ma Hua put the large intestine he had picked up into his mouth and savored it carefully.
Hmm, not bad, very good! It has all four flavors: sweet, sour, salty, and savory. But this large intestine is missing something.
It tastes delicious, but it's still lacking something.
Ma Hua suddenly thought of something and sneered, "Master Niu, next time make Nine-Turned Intestines."
Sprinkle more, don't be so stingy. You're skimping on everything every day, and you still dare to call yourself the head chef of Fengzeyuan?"
As he spoke, Ma Hua made a gesture of taking something out of his sleeve.
Master Niu was completely shocked when he saw Ma Hua's action. How did Ma Hua know about this?
This is a secret recipe that even master chefs of Shandong cuisine don't pass on to their chefs.
This is also the secret and winning formula that has allowed Shandong cuisine to gain a foothold in Beijing.
Master Niu's face darkened, and then he said, word by word, "Who exactly is your master?!"
Whose apprentice is this? How can he have no manners at all?
Could it be that his master is dead? Wasn't it agreed that this method would not be passed down to the next generation until someone dies?
“I already said it was self-taught. Master Niu, times have changed.”
Ma Hua chuckled, saying he really didn't find anything special about it.
To put it bluntly, isn't it just some dried sea cucumber powder?
In later generations, only some conscientious restaurants still use this thing.
The market has long been replaced by technology and hard-core products, which are not only cheaper but also taste more authentic.
"Tsk tsk, is Master Niu perhaps not planning to admit his mistake?" Ma Hua mocked.
“I,” Ma Hua’s words made Master Niu’s face turn red, and he remained silent, though he understood in his heart…
He had indeed lost. But Master Niu's pride wouldn't allow him to admit his mistake so easily.
Unless, unless MCA reveals who their mentor is. That way they can finally give up.
Just then, a large group of people poured into the kitchen. The person in the lead saw the dishes on the table...
He was greatly shocked and asked directly, "Good heavens, which of you two did this?"
"Yeah, I never expected that your knife skills would be so good. You've been hiding them all this time, that's not fair."
"Yeah, Lao Niu, Lao Wang, that's a bit underhanded of you guys, secretly making delicious food in the kitchen."
As he spoke, the man, acting as if they were old friends, directly picked up a piece of braised pork intestines made by Ma Hua with his chopsticks.
I was blown away the moment I tasted it.
"Goodness, you guys come and try it! Old Niu, you're amazing! What's going on with you?"
"It tastes so good now!"
Hearing that man say that, the group that had just arrived also tried a piece, and after finishing it, they turned to Master Niu.
thumbs up.
"Yeah, Lao Niu, you're something else! I think you're the undisputed boss of Fengzeyuan!"
"Yeah, Lao Niu, you've been secretly working hard at home."
So you were planning to amaze us, huh? Okay, to be honest, you did it.
Master Niu's face flushed and then turned purple as the group praised him.
He could only suppress his shame and say, "I didn't do it."
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