Song Tan Jishi Chapter 852

 At another place on the stove, Zhai Xiaofeng asked:

“The water has been added and mixed well, and now it's a batter—what else is there to do?”

Master Jiang was still frying eggs carefully, and when he heard this, he ordered:

“Add the chopped cabbage slowly. If you can't add it all at once, add it little by little. Stir it again after all the water in the cabbage comes out.”

 This is all a fool's job and requires no skills. Zhai Xiaofeng performed it perfectly.

Jiang Xiaokang also moved the mobile phone holder to a different position, and then picked up a large bowl of fried scrambled eggs:

 “Also add to the pot.”

　One bowl of eggs is divided into three pots. This kind of real energy makes Zhou Zhoubao at the other end of the live broadcast room drooling, and his heart is filled with sadness:

There are so many good foremen in the world, so what if I have one? !

Jiang Xiaokang, on the other hand, took his time: "Add pepper, add salt. If you are not sure, just try it."

By the way, I would like to give a few more pointers: "This dish is simple, but once it's done, you can eat several bowls at a time. You can change the ingredients at any time, and use whatever you have."

“Before, the cabbage stalks needed to be cut into shreds, but the leaves can be easily torn into pieces. It's the same thing. I can cut vegetables easily.”

 Zhai Xiaofeng nodded repeatedly and wrote it down carefully.

She was almost done stirring, and the three large pots of cabbage were slowly filled into the pot. Now they were soft and sticky. The white jade-like thick soup reveals browned egg pieces and emerald green shredded vegetables. It rushes over with the steaming heat, making people subconsciously take a deep breath!

 But, this is not over yet!

 About cooking, Jiang Xiaokang has a lot of handy knowledge:

“Lard is the best for making vegetarian dishes, unless you don't like meat. For people like them who do physical work, the oil and water are too small. They will be hungry after working for less than two hours.”

So he lifted the lid of the large basin on the side, revealing the crispy lard residue underneath.

 Is this okay? !

The workers around Zhou Zhoubao moved their heads closer, as if they could eat out of thin air if they were closer. They had been working for the past few days and had not eaten a few slices of decent meat. Now looking at this food, not to mention drooling, tears were about to well up!

One builds roads and the other builds houses. Who is more noble than the other? Why do people suffer like this?

As expected, the lard residue was also stewed separately into the pot. The low fire was simmering at the bottom, and the cabbage soup on top was thick and bubbling.

That strong fragrance can overflow from my mind even across the screen.

Everyone couldn't stand the aroma and turned their attention to look outside. They watched the chef pour two bowls of oil into the pot, then put the onions, **** and garlic in, and moved the spoon twice, followed by the uneven thickness. Potato slices were also put in...

Before I could stir-fry, I added another basin of water and poured half a bottle of light soy sauce...

 As for meat?

Oh, you can only find it if you keep your eyes wide open, and you don't know how the other party has moved around. It was quite a long slice of pork belly, but now it is as thin as a cicada's wings when it comes out of the pot. It must have been stir-fried with onions, **** and garlic.

 The chef is really afraid that they will be full!

With so little effort, not to mention the smell of onions, ginger, and garlic, the oil from the pork slices has not even come out yet!

He was submerged under the pot again.

The other party took a big spoon and slowly stirred up the messy salt and various seasonings. The sight of the workers made them feel dead and had no worldly desires.

 Here, after the cabbage soup is ready, work over there seems to have ended within a few minutes.

Zhou Dayong happily took photos to show to his brothers, while Zhou Zhoubao numbly clicked on the video under the gaze of everyone, and saw emerald green cabbage leaves and jade-white cabbage stems in a huge stainless steel soup bowl. Threads melted into the sticky noodle soup, accompanied by brown and crispy broken eggs, and pieces of boiled lard residue that were put into the pot at the right time!

They are evenly sized, crispy and chewy when chewed, and become more and more fragrant as they chew, paired with this refreshing cabbage soup...

 Suck it!

 Across the screen, everyone swallowed hard.

But in the video, the brothers knew nothing about it and even waved their big steamed buns in front of the camera:

“Oops! Now that I'm not working, I'll be cold if I wear short sleeves! I'll just have a bowl of hot soup to warm myself up... Brother, let me tell you, our chef's chili sauce is amazing!”

“Wait a minute, I won't take pictures now. I have to break open this steamed bun and put two spoonfuls of sauce in it, and then serve it with this cabbage soup...”

The screen shook, and you could vaguely see the workers eating loudly in the clean and bright canteen.

There is also concern from my brothers: "By the way, is your stewed pork with potatoes delicious tonight?"

Tonight on the mountain is the fragrant and hot cabbage soup, and the days down the mountain are equally nourishing and wonderful.

After finishing dinner, Master Jiang quickly walked down the mountain. As soon as he entered the yard, he saw the seventh cousin standing at the door of the kitchen, his voice so gentle that it seemed like water dripping from his mouth:

“Tan Tan, it's getting cold right now, and chickens can't even lay eggs properly. Why raise them? It's a waste of food. Why don't you kill one first? Let's make braised chestnut chicken tonight.”

Not to mention that it is already 5:30 in the evening and it is already dark. If we kill the chicken at this time, when will we have dinner?

 When talking about laying eggs, Qiaoqiao raised his hand first:

 “No! The chickens are still very diligent and picked up another 65 eggs this morning.”

His own apprentice is causing trouble, what can the seventh cousin do? He could only listen silently to Song Tan's laughter:

“Seventh cousin, let's not talk about how regrettable it is to kill the chicken just when it is laying eggs. There are so many people in our family. How many chickens do we need to kill if we want to make a braised chestnut chicken?”

Now that Professor Song and his four disciples have returned to school, Grandma Tan Tan is not here either. Aunt Lianhua pushes her mother-in-law to the mountains to eat with her old friends every day. Even Zhang Wang's family also goes to the mountains...

Having calculated everything, there are only 11 people in the family now, and the food is almost enough for 20 people.

 In other words, if you want everyone to eat stewed chicken, you have to kill at least three hens and roosters from the mountains, right?

 Cousin Seventh was silent, obviously in a bad mood.

 After a while he came out of the kitchen again, carrying three prepared chickens in his hand.

I don't know when the chicken lost its life. At this moment, it was stripped of all its hair and tidied up inside and outside. Being held by the seventh cousin's neck, his six slender claws drooped downwards, making him look particularly miserable.

 He ordered: "Qiaoqiao, wash a pot of sweet potatoes and steam them, and then you can make this chestnut braised chicken."

Then he ordered Master Jiang: "Xiaokang, go and press the pot of rice I cooked in the afternoon, cook it over low heat, and serve it with chicken soup later."

Qiaoqiao picked out a few sweet potatoes in a basin, then turned to look at the charging mobile phone:

“I learned this dish before when harvesting chestnuts, so I'll teach it to the children tonight.”

 He is quite confident: "I will definitely do better than last time!"

Here, Xin Jun looked at the huge sweet potato that was half-eaten after chewing for a long time - Zhang Yanping probably wanted to show his kindness, so he picked an extra big one.

He paused, picked up the knife in front of him, cut the lower half open with a click, and handed it to Zhang Yanping.

The other party didn't know what was going on and took it blankly: “What for? I don't want to eat—”

But Xin Jun interrupted: "Everyone grabs this bait every time. There shouldn't be time to change the quantity. There is a high probability that there will only be one order."

“The food is not ready yet anyway, so let's pack it in advance and sell it tomorrow. The courier can take it away directly.”

"Oh." Zhang Yanping thought it made sense. He held the sweet potato in his hand and unconsciously clicked it into his mouth. He was instantly conquered by the sweet and crisp taste. While holding the bait packaged today, he said vaguely:

“I have to keep 50 bags, and I promise to sell them to this group of fishermen in advance...”

Xin Jun said "hmm" and finished the remaining sweet potato in his hand in a few clicks.

And after Zhang Yanping finished eating the sweet potatoes, he bent down to pull the tape and suddenly said "ouch": "I ate too many raw sweet potatoes, and now I feel bloated and want to fart..."

Xin Jun felt like he shot himself in the foot, but it didn't matter.

I just heard him considerately say:

"We're not in a hurry, so let's load it up slowly. Are you tired today? Just go over there and sit and do it." Zhang Yanping happily sat down with a pile of cardboard boxes in his hands, and then looked at what was at the other end. Xin Jun, who was standing packing, couldn't help but click his tongue inwardly:

 “Considerate!”

With such meticulous attention to detail, no wonder I found a partner when I went to college! At this moment, he only had a flash of Dr. Xiao Guo in his mind, and tonight's braised chestnut chicken...

 At this end, Qiaoqiao's live broadcast was started again.

 【Another two broadcasts a day—is the anchor planning to make up the time in the middle of the month?】

　　【Fishermen come back with hatred, I don't believe that all of you who buy bait are fishing! 】

　　【Scored twice, live broadcast again - okay this time it's Teacher Qiaoqiao】

　　【Relaxed, I can't help but go to the police if it's the gangster brother again】

  【What will the baby play tonight? 】

  【The kitchen light is very bright! Wow what a delicious food on the tip of your tongue! Order takeout quickly! 】

【eating! Just in time for dinner! 】

Qiaoqiao put a steamer basket on the pot seriously: "Children, these are the sweet potatoes I just dug today. I will steam them and eat them later."

There were quite a lot of sweet potatoes with their heads cut off. He picked some well-proportioned ones, washed them and put them on top, then quickly covered the pot.

“Let's teach you how to roast sweet potatoes in the stove tomorrow morning! Let's cook the pig food tomorrow morning, so it can be simmered in the stove ashes for a long time.”

As he spoke, he heated up another pot of hot water, then turned around and fished out a basin of chestnuts from the large freezer in the kitchen:

“To make chestnut roasted chicken tonight, we need to peel the chestnuts first—it's very simple. We use this opener to open the chestnuts first.”

He is very strong, and he is holding the mouth opener with one hand, one at a time, one at a time, and when the water is boiling, he also collects a basin of chestnuts.

Then put the chestnuts into the pot and cook them for ten minutes and take them out -

 “You can peel it while it's hot!”

As soon as the colander took out the chestnuts and put them into the basin, the seventh cousin and Aunt Lianhua squeezed him behind him.

 One said: "You have to peel the chestnut while it's hot. It won't work if it's a little cooler. I'll do it!"

One said: "You have tender hands. Don't touch this when it's so hot right out of the pot. Come on, aunty! I have calluses on my hands, so I'm not afraid of the heat."

Qiaoqiao stood there blankly, feeling a little aggrieved: "I didn't even touch it, how do I know if I'm afraid of being burned?"

  【Hahahahahahaha Teacher Qiaoqiao is pampered】

　　【We are such a great chef that we are not good at it. We are reluctant to let Teacher Qiaoqiao endure hardship, so how can we learn real skills】

　　【It doesn't matter, there are people who have peeled it in the vegetable markets and supermarkets now】

　　【Ah ah ah, these are chestnuts roasted with sugar, hey! 88 a pound that one! Do you use that much to make a roast chicken meal?]

　　【I'm rolling on the floor with jealousy, and I just hate why I'm not the one eating it! 】

  【I only got three kilograms of sugar-roasted chestnuts, which is my lifelong hatred】

Qiao Qiao felt aggrieved, but the seventh cousin snorted: "If I don't let you do this, can't you do something else? Go and get rid of the chicken."

Only then did Qiao Qiao react and rushed to the chopping board on the other side: "Children, we are going to chop the chicken into pieces - look, the pieces we want to chop are only a little bigger than chestnuts."

In the eyes of everyone in the live broadcast room, he was an obedient and cute boy, but now he picked up the chicken nuggets very neatly with the knife in his hand. He only heard the round old chopping board ring for a while, and soon the three chickens were A pot was cut out.

This is not over yet.

Qiaoqiao picked up the salt shaker:

“First put three spoons of salt, then grab a handful of baking soda, then pour cold water, rub these in the water evenly, wash away the blood from the chicken pieces, and make the meat more tender.”

 The barrage started boasting:

  【Wow, he really thought I could learn】

　　　　Wow, he really thought I could learn it—eh, it doesn't seem to be difficult? 】

　　【In front of me, our teacher Qiao Qiao teaches cooking. It has always been simple, easy to learn and easy to master. Now I have cooked for myself.】

　　【+1 for cooking your own meals, and the minimum delivery fee for one takeaway meal is enough for me to have meat and vegetables for three meals a day】

　　【Pick up the small bench and pick up the notebook】

  【What to do if there is no baking soda? Is it okay if I don't use it? 】

  【It doesn't matter if the previous one is not there, it doesn't matter】

  【False pastoral anchor, real food area up】

　　【Isn't it from the hypnosis area? 】

　　【Isn't it the anchor who brings goods? 】

The barrage was lively. Here, Qiaoqiao rinsed the chicken pieces in water again and peeled a large handful of fat white garlic cloves.

 He blinked his eyes and said to the live broadcast room as quietly as possible:

“My seventh cousin said to pat the garlic or cut it into pieces, but I really like to cook the garlic until it's soft and soft, it's so delicious!”

　　【Yes, that's right! Boil garlic cloves in soup yyds]

 【As a fellow traveler, when I eat crayfish in the summer, I especially love the soft garlic cloves cooked in it】

　　【Will there be bad breath after eating garlic cloves? 】

　　【It tastes very strong, I have to rinse my mouth after eating, and I have to chew a few more raw peanuts...】

  【Hey, hey, I was the only one who didn't have snacks at home when I was a kid. I used wire skewers to grill garlic cloves over the fire and dip them into instant noodles to eat with seasoning.】

　　【Ah this...】

While speaking, Qiao Qiao had already put the **** in his hand on the chopping board, patted it, and then quickly sliced ​​it into slices. His movements were quick and precise, and he seemed to be an experienced chef.

The seventh cousin's chestnuts were almost finished peeling. Qiao Qiao thought for a while and simply walked to the door and shouted:

 “Want something spicy?”

Today it's still two-in-one, and it's still day-to-day chatter. The pace is slow. Can I write about the meeting between the male and female protagonists before the Chinese New Year in February this year?

If you just want to watch this episode, I suggest you come back after the year.

 Tomorrow we will probably have a live broadcast of cooking pig food.

 Good night la la la!

Chapter end