Who knew Yun Jin still felt it wasn't enough, saying, "Crayfish taste better when they're deep-fried, so don't worry about putting them in."
He Tingchuan cooperated fully, using up more than half of the two jin of soybean oil. Seeing this, Sister-in-law Gao clutched her chest, exclaiming that there was too much oil and how they would live on it in the future.
Yun Jin didn't care.
He Tingchuan listens to his wife; he puts in as much as she tells him to.
There was enough oil; heat it to about 70% of its maximum temperature. Yun Jin instinctively hid behind He Tingchuan, letting him put the crayfish in.
As soon as the crayfish hit the pan, they sizzled. The hot oil and crayfish met, and the crayfish turned red from the high temperature. After a few stirs, they all changed color. The fried crayfish were then taken out and set aside.
After pouring out the excess oil, use it for stir-frying. Leave a little oil in the pan, add ginger, garlic, and chili and stir-fry until fragrant. Then add the crayfish and stir-fry for a few seconds. Yun Jin didn't have any beer, so she plans to use cooking wine instead.
We don't cook much at home, so we don't have cooking wine.
Sister-in-law Gao took out an empty bottle and said apologetically, "I've used it all up. I forgot to get some cooking wine. Should I go ask somewhere else?"
He Tingchuan shook his head: "No need."
Yun Jin frowned: "Without cooking wine to remove the fishy smell, it won't taste good."
He Tingchuan gestured for her to watch the pot, then went back inside. When he came out, he had a bottle of Moutai with a metal cap in his hand.
Yun Jin hadn't realized anything yet. He moved swiftly and smoothly, opening the lid, pouring the wine, and drizzling the rich, aromatic Moutai around the edge of the pot, filling the air with its fragrance.
Yun Jin blinked: "You use Moutai?"
Liu Sanchen also looked at the waste with a look of dismay: "Brother Chuan, tell me, it's filled with cooking wine."
Sister-in-law Gao: "......"
Sister-in-law Gao's eyes went black. Good heavens, that's seven or eight yuan a bottle, the special supply of Moutai that you can't even buy if you want to. Those few drops are worth dozens of bottles of cooking wine, right?
He Tingchuan said calmly, "They're all wine, as long as they work."
Yun Jin's lips twitched: "Today's crayfish died a worthy death, they even had Moutai on them."
Liu Sanchen: "......"
Brother Chuan really went to great lengths to make crayfish presentable.
Adding Moutai to this crayfish makes it look like it's made of mud, and all he can say is, "It's delicious!"
Sister-in-law Gao: "......"
Oh dear, I'd better not watch the neighbors cook anymore; it's heartbreaking.
These people, one by one, are not the kind of people who want to live a stable life.
Does anyone know how to use more than a pound of soybean oil when cooking?
Does anyone know how to use Moutai to remove fishy smells?
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