I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

The maids shuddered.

What was supposed to come still came, and did not escape.

Without waiting for the girls to reply, Yin Xuan pinched his fingers and continued, "In addition to fish sticks, there is another new dish, pan-fried fish."

"This one is cheaper, 150 yuan a piece, but its portion is not so much, it is barely enough for one person."

The maids shuddered again.

It’s over.

For the two of them, I thought that after their own princess had a few businesses, they would be able to have more money.But these days are getting more and more hectic.

The money is indeed increasing. Although Linlang Pavilion's main business is to sell colored glaze to foreign merchants, there are still occasional people like Ma Zhou who can't figure it out and take advantage of it.

In addition, there is also the income from the fireworks shop.

But there are more and more places to spend money. In the past, the princess just bought some rouge and gouache, and they can take the rest back.

But now, when these two princesses go to the imperial city, they always move some soil, sand, or iron and copper. Even if there are leftovers, they can't use them.

Fish sticks, pan-fried fish?
The faces of the little girls were filled with excitement, and when they heard that the portion of the second dish was not much, they yelled, and each of them ordered a portion.

At noon, Yin Xuan began to prepare new food for them.

Fish sticks are very simple to make.

Salmon, in particular, does not have very high requirements for knife skills. It does not need to be sliced ​​into thin slices, what is important is which part to choose.

The belly of the fish is the fattest part, but the meat with a lot of fat is suitable for frying.

In comparison, loin and back meat with slightly less fat content are more suitable as the main material of fish meat.

Holding the big fish in his hands, he slammed it on the chopping board.

With a puff, he stabbed the fish's waist with a knife, lifted it up, opened it up, found the best piece of meat on the waist and belly, cut it off along the grain, and put it on the ice tray aside.

Take some mustard that Ji Wen bought back yesterday, grind it into powder in a wall-breaking machine, sprinkle some vinegar and Yu Jingqiu on it, and let it twist into a sticky paste in a small dish.

This dish is ready.

Let Ji Wen serve.

The next step is to deal with "Fried Fish", which is a somewhat special dish. Strictly speaking, the cuisine of this dish does not belong to Chinese cuisine, but Western cuisine.

He's going to try it out.

Let's see if Western food will be popular in Datang.

Of course, he didn't have much hope.

Although Yin Xuan doesn't like Western food very much, French and Ottoman cuisine are known as the world's three major cuisines along with Chinese cuisine, and Yin Xuan doesn't know much about the latter.

For the former, I only have some vague impressions, but after all, cooking is a real high-level skill now, and it is not a problem to restore a dish.

Cut off the belly of the fish.

If you don’t have butter, use the fat from salmon—salmon is one of the fish species with the highest fat content in fish.

Seeing the spots of oil on the pan, put the fish in the pan while it was hot, and fry until golden on both sides.Then put on a plate, sprinkle with a little rosemary and a teaspoon of black pepper sauce.

This dish is ready.

Western food's grasp of the heat is definitely not as vague as Chinese food. When talking about words such as pan gas and broken life, it must be accurate to "fry this side with a heat of 34 degrees for [-] seconds", after all. This may be the only pot-processing step in a dish.

If this step is not standardized with such "precise" numbers, how can it reflect its "tall" temperament.

However, every ingredient is different.

Even for meat of the same size and thickness, their water content and freshness all determine that they require different methods when handling them.

The reaction they burst out in the pot is their real appearance.

Outside the house, several little girls looked at the fish cakes on the table, with some indescribable entanglement in their expressions.

They have also eaten fish sticks.

But... I've never seen such a large piece of fish directly thrown up.

The way of eating fish meat is to be "thin as a cicada's wings", so that the fishy smell can be well removed, and a certain amount of fish taste and taste can be retained.

Such a big piece, can it be delicious?

Li Lizhi was the most courageous. She picked up the chopsticks, took a piece, and put it straight into her mouth without dipping in soy sauce or mustard.

Close your eyes, frown, and hold your breath, as if swallowing something extraordinary.

But the fish meat does not have a very pungent fishy smell, even if you taste it carefully, this orange-red meat has only a little bit of fishy smell, not the dead fishy smell, but lively and fresh fishy.

After chewing a few mouthfuls, the meat was plump and licked her teeth. After a while, a faint sweet taste rose from the fish.

Li Lizhi's brows slowly relaxed, she raised her eyebrows slightly, swallowed the fish in her mouth, and with a grunt, picked up another piece of fish.

This time, she dipped some soy sauce—and delivered it to her mouth.

The little girls looked at each other.

Li Lizhi ate so happily, so the fish should be delicious.

They nodded, picked up their chopsticks, and competed with Li Lizhi for food.

Just like that when rushing.

Holding a tray, Yin Xuan took out their pan-fried fish and put them in front of them one by one: "Taste it."

Several little girls exclaimed.

The presentation of the plate is very beautiful, unlike the previous ones, there is only a small piece of fish in a large plate, and the rest is left blank, with just a little bit of just the right sauce to decorate it, without making it look empty.

Very small and delicate.

Li Lizhi was still the first to bear the brunt of the fish. She picked up the fish and took a bite. She frowned immediately, chewing in small bites, with a slightly complicated expression on her face.

The other little girls looked at her with their heads tilted, a little puzzled.

The dishes cooked by Brother Zhengyang have always been linked to their appearance. The more beautiful the dishes, the less likely they will taste, and Brother Zhengyang's cooking skills are right there.

They also picked up their chopsticks and took a bite of the fish.

Um.
The faces of the little girls also suddenly became complicated.

Li Lizhi stared at the fish, the eldest grandson took a sip of milk tea, Fang Yiyu grunted, and swallowed it without finishing chewing.

Watch their reactions.

Yin Xuan raised his eyebrows and asked softly: "How do you feel about this dish, what do you want to say, tell the truth."

He was not surprised at all by the reactions of the little girls.

Li Lizhi hesitated, looked at Yin Xuan's face, and said in a low voice: "How should I put it, it's not bad."

"It's just a little strange."