Making braised pork is not difficult. Anyone who can read and has normal hearing can follow the steps in the video a few times and make it. While it may not be comparable to a hotel chef's, it should satisfy the taste of most people.
After thoroughly washing the pork belly, Gao Gao pulled out a stainless steel cleaver and began cutting the meat into chunks.
When cutting meat, Gao Ang had a strange feeling that he was one with the knife, and the knife felt particularly easy to handle.
You can cut meat into any size you want; if you want it to be 2.5*2.5, you'll never cut it into 3.0*3.0. Two whole pieces of pork belly, Gao Yang was completely immersed in the pleasure of cutting meat.
He didn't even notice, or rather, he couldn't notice, that his movements were getting faster and more skillful. If there were an outsider present, they would clearly see that his hands, which were cutting the meat, and the knife were moving at an extreme speed, so fast that they created an illusion.
It's a real illusion, not a delusion!
Put the chopped pork belly into a pot with some mineral water, cover and cook. Gao Ang then went to prepare the other ingredients: star anise, scallions, ginger slices, white sugar...
According to online sources, the difference between sweet and savory braised pork lies in the final stage. Sweet braised pork is made with honey and sugar, while savory braised pork is made with more salt. It's not that savory braised pork has no sweetness at all, but rather much less, and the focus is on the saltiness.
First, he made the savory dish and put it in the insulated box. Only then did Gao Yang start making the sweet dish. After the sweet braised pork was ready, he immediately packed it into a lunchbox, got into the MINI grocery-getter that Xia Weiwei had given him, and happily headed to the police station.
After driving this MINI, Gao Ang never wanted to touch his old beat-up car again. The acceleration and handling were simply incomparable.
At the Shanghai Municipal Public Security Bureau, Xia Weiwei had just finished a meeting and was tidying up her documents when she heard a colleague call out to her, "Xiao Wei, your boyfriend brought you lunch!"
She frowned. "I don't have a boyfriend!"
"Huh? He's not your boyfriend. I was passing by the duty room and he said he was bringing you food. I thought he was your boyfriend!" The girl stuck out her tongue, showing no sign of apology. She knew Xia Weiwei was like that, but fortunately, the two got along quite well and were practically best friends.
Hearing this, Xia Weiwei could probably guess who brought her the food. Who else could it be but Gao Ang, that unreliable junior group leader?
"That's my tenant. I'm treating you to a nice lunch. Go get it."
"What kind of food?" the little girl asked curiously, as she was a very picky eater.
Braised pork belly!
"Wow, braised pork, I'm coming for you!" The little girl immediately ran out.
After thinking for a moment, Xia Weiwei also sent a message to Cao Kun, basically inviting him to dinner or something.
Not long after, Gao Ang followed the little girl in, trotting along behind her.
"Why did you bring him here? Don't you know this is a restricted office area?" Xia Weiwei frowned again. She disliked having any contact with people she had any connection with while at work, both because of the nature of her job and because of her tragic past experiences.
"Team Leader Cao agreed."
Gao Feng curiously observed the police's office, but after looking around, he didn't find anything special. Ordinary desks, ordinary computers, maybe the content on the computers was different.
Xia Weiwei glanced at the two lunchboxes Gao Ang was carrying, straightened her clothes, and said, "Let's go to the restaurant."
This is an office space, so it's a bit inappropriate to eat here. People might not care as much when they're working overtime, but there aren't many cases right now, so everyone has to eat properly in the cafeteria.
When Gao Ang and his group of four sat down around the table, the restaurant fell silent.
"Wow, Xia Weiwei actually came to the restaurant to eat?"
"And with other people?"
"Who is that person next to Team Leader Cao?"
"What do you think, judging by his attentive manner?"
...
Various whispers and murmurs filled the air, but Xia Weiwei seemed used to it all. She opened her lunchbox and began distributing meat to the other two.
"This one should suit your taste. This one is for me and my senior brother."
Xia Weiwei didn't speak, she just looked at him silently.
"Don't worry, there's no poison. Aren't you from Shanghai? Yours is sweet, mine is salty."
To dispel her doubts, Gao Ang could only take a piece from her portion, chew it a few times, and ask, "Do you believe me now?"
"Team leader, you're the leader, you should eat first." Xia Weiwei politely gestured for Cao Kun to start eating.
Cao Kun was devastated. He thought he could happily get a free meal, but he didn't expect that before he could even get the meal, he would have to 'test the poison on himself'.
Speechless, he picked up a piece of braised pork, specifically choosing a small one that looked normal in color, and carefully put it in his mouth.
"Hmm, it tastes pretty good, junior brother. I didn't expect you to actually be good at it... Your braised pork is quite good, much better than last time." To cover up his embarrassment, Cao Kun put down his chopsticks and gave Gao Ang two thumbs up.
"It's alright, all thanks to my senior brother's 'guidance'." Gao Ang replied with a smile, the meaning of which was probably only understood by Cao Kun.
Seeing that both of them were alright, the young girl Yan Bing could no longer resist the temptation of the meat and grabbed her chopsticks to attack the braised pork.
Xia Weiwei was much more cautious. After the three of them had been eating for a long time and had no other symptoms, she slowly picked up a small piece, elegantly put it into her cherry-like mouth, chewed it slowly, and the coldness in her eyes seemed to have lessened a little.
"How is it?" Gao Ang asked quickly.
"Not very good, just street vendor level."
Xia Weiwei was telling the truth, without any personal bias.
The reason she likes to eat braised pork is not because she's greedy, but because she longs to taste the same flavor as before.
But after all these years in Shanghai, she has tried every kind of braised pork, but she has never found that special taste she remembered. This includes some high-end restaurants, and although the taste is exquisite, she always feels that something is missing.
Sometimes she would wonder if her emotions were affecting her judgment, and perhaps that braised pork was no different from that of other restaurants?
Hearing Xia Weiwei's words, Gao Ang inevitably felt a little disappointed.
But he quickly recovered. It was his first time doing this, so it was already quite good that he could do it at a street stall. In other words, he had the ability to set up a street stall.
Fortunately, Yan Bing was a very kind girl. When asked if it was delicious, the girl stuffed her mouth full of braised pork and nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice. "It's so good... Is yours good too?" She stared longingly at the expensive plate, her face full of hope.
"Here you go. Aren't you girls afraid of gaining weight from eating such greasy food?" Gao Ao asked curiously as he pushed the salty portion towards her.
"Whether you're fat or not has nothing to do with what you eat. My sister Weiwei and I are the type of people who don't get fat easily, and even if we do get fat, it'll be in the right places, hehe!"
Where should I get fat?
Which areas are prone to gaining weight?
Gao Ang followed his own desires and began to look at the two women's upper bodies.
"What are you looking at?!"
This earned him a furious glare from Xia Weiwei, while the little girl Yan Bing giggled happily to the side, and Cao Kun pretended not to see or hear anything, obediently stuffing food into his mouth.
"Brother Ang, this tastes different from the previous one?" Yan Bing asked after taking a sip of water.
"Yes, yours is sweet, while mine and my senior brother's are salty."
"Salty? Aren't braised pork always sweet?" Xia Weiwei suddenly interjected.
"No cuisine has to be sweet or salty. Just like tofu pudding, some people like it sweet and some people like it salty. The same goes for braised pork..." Before he could finish explaining, Xia Weiwei picked up her chopsticks and took a small piece of braised pork from the lunchbox in front of Yan Bing. She put it in her mouth and savored it.
It had a bit of the taste I remembered, but something was still missing. Xia Weiwei glanced at Gao Ang with her beautiful eyes and gave him a new order, "The saltiness is not bad, but the flavor is still wrong. Make it again tomorrow."
"What about the meal money?"
Xia Weiwei didn't answer him immediately. She stared at him for about ten seconds before coldly saying, "Deduct it from the rent!"
"Daily or monthly settlement?"
"Year-end closing!"
This is the first time Gao Ao has ever seen such a settlement method in his life. Fortunately, his cash flow is not too tight. The 500,000 from the Municipal Bureau is enough for him to squander for a long time, so he didn't argue with her anymore.
A cigarette after a meal is better than being a god. The two grown men went to the smoking area, each lit one with great satisfaction, and began to puff away.
"Senior, what's Xia Weiwei's background? She drives luxury cars and lives in a villa. Didn't you do a background check?" He had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but he had been busy with this and that. Today, he finally had a spare moment to get to the bottom of this.
Cao Kun didn't answer him immediately. He took a deep drag on his cigarette butt, held his breath, flicked the cigarette butt into the trash can, and then slowly exhaled the smoke that had circulated in his lungs. He said leisurely, "Treat the descendant of a loyal martyr better."
Gao Ang was stunned. He had initially defined Xia Weiwei as a rich second-generation from Shanghai, and that she was working at the Municipal Bureau mostly to experience life. He never expected that she was actually the descendant of a martyr.
"Her family...?"
“About three years ago, I had only been with the city police station for two years when her father and mother got into trouble. The murderer fled abroad. Her goal in becoming a police officer was to avenge her parents herself.”
Cao Kun took out another cigarette before continuing, "But how can we let her go to the front line? Yet we can't go against her will, so we agreed to let her train in the back office for a while. Saying it's training is just to prevent her from experiencing risks again. Director Zhao also instructed that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, she should stay in the back office for life."
Gao Ang nodded silently. He could understand Director Zhao's actions. This kind of thing was very common within the system. The purpose of doing so was to protect the descendants of those martyrs.
As for the scenes in TV dramas or movies where martyrs personally kill their enemies, these are unlikely to happen in reality.
Just as the two were silent, Yan Bing rushed over, "Team Leader Cao, there's a case."
Cao Kun patted Gao Yang on the shoulder, said nothing more, straightened his clothes, and followed Yan Bing to the conference room.
The case was simple: a woman reported that her husband had disappeared without a trace, suspected of being kidnapped, and seven days had passed without the kidnappers demanding ransom. The local police station reported the case, and it was eventually assigned to Cao Kun's team.
Considering it was a missing persons or kidnapping case, the risk of dispatching the police wasn't particularly high, so Cao Kun allowed Xia Weiwei to go on duty. He did this for another reason: to give her some hope and prevent her from losing control of her emotions and doing anything irrational.
Cao Kun and his team had their own cases to handle, and Gao Ang wasn't qualified to participate, so he could only watch them get into the police car and drive away with a sigh.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Xia Weiwei arrived home looking exhausted. She kicked off her short-heeled leather shoes, changed into comfortable slippers, and sat on the sofa, rubbing her little feet.
"Why are you back so late?" Gao Yang, who was busy in the kitchen, greeted him in a friendly manner.
"rogue!"
Xia Weiwei, feeling ashamed and indignant, put on her slippers and hurriedly went upstairs, forgetting even to take her file folder.
She was so happy to be allowed to work for the first time that she forgot there was an "outsider" in the house. Wouldn't that jerk have seen her undignified act of rubbing her toes?
Gao Ang was stunned for a long time. When did a solicitous greeting become a hooligan act?
Dinner was ready, and with nothing else to do, he secretly opened the file folder, intending to see what the case was about.
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