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

the next morning.

Yin Xuan comforted Li Lizhi and the others who had just fallen asleep, and went out. It was the third watch and it was time to prepare the ingredients.

The cook of Mingyuelou was already waiting at the entrance of the restaurant, and the help cook from the brothel, Yin Xuan notified the two of them to come earlier, so...the two of them fell asleep at the entrance of Tongfu Restaurant last night .

The unscrupulous people who came and went were worried that they were local hooligans, so they came over with a lantern to take a look. According to the light, they were the help cook in the restaurant, and that smelly and shameless fat man. Knowing that there was no harm, they left with confidence.

"You guys came so early?" Yin Xuan greeted them.

The two bowed respectfully, just laughed, and didn't say anything else. They couldn't just say it directly, the two of them just waited here all night...

That also seemed a bit too much of an invitation.

Yin Xuan opened the door of the restaurant, took them in, took out the ingredients for cooking Hu spicy soup from the refrigerator, and started the cooking process.

It is not difficult to make Hu spicy soup, but what trouble can it be for breakfast?

The beef bone broth that was boiled all night last night, put a spoonful of cooked butter on it, after boiling, add fungus, day lily, gluten, stir well, then sprinkle peanuts, spices that were ground last night There is salt and MSG.

At this time, the hot and spicy soup is still light and not bright enough. You can use the sugar color prepared in advance, and then add the soul of hot and spicy soup - water starch.

Don't add too much at one time, and you will need to add some vermicelli later, which is extremely water-absorbing.

When the vermicelli gradually absorbs the water and the soup becomes thicker, you can add the beef into it.

These procedures are very simple, and the two of them can learn them at a glance.

But... what I have learned is only the process. How about taking this process and going out to do it by myself?That was impossible at all, both of them knew that everything about Yin Xuan seemed to be revealed in front of them.

But... that big spoonful of dark orange powder is the key to this pot of soup.

That's right, the consistency made by the water starch is the soul, but the spices are the essence of the soup, otherwise it would be a mediocre salty soup.

Most people who have had hu la soup know that although the name of hu la soup contains the word "spicy", the spiciness brought by this bowl of hu la soup is not the same as the spicy taste in the broad sense. .

Among these spices, there is no chili.

The main ingredients are white pepper, Chinese prickly ash, and star anise, and then there are some auxiliary ingredients such as white cardamom, ginger, angelica, and cinnamon. Together, they form the complex taste of Hu spicy soup.

Of course, Yin Xuan won't tell the two of them what the formula is, and he's not a fool. What they can get in exchange for free labor is these superficial crafts.

The soup came out of the pot, steaming hot, surging with white water vapor, and an extremely attractive fragrance.

"Have you learned it?" Yin Xuan turned his head and asked them.

Both of them nodded.

The materials used are not complicated, there are less than ten samples, and there are only a few steps for preparing the ingredients. They are all experienced cooks for many years, so they can't even remember these.

"After that, come here earlier, and I'll teach you how to cook." Yin Xuan clapped his hands, motioning for the two of them to carry the pot of soup out, "I'll build a charcoal stove later, and simmer this thing. "

"This thing has to be drunk while it's hot to have that taste."

The two of them worked hard together to lift this thing out—Yin Xuan was able to lift the pot easily by himself, but the two of them worked together to lift the pot.

It was placed at the entrance of the restaurant, and the charcoal stove had just simmered, when Wei Zheng smelled it and came over.

Before entering the door, his eyes were shining brightly: "Shopkeeper, is there a new breakfast?"

Yin Xuan responded to him in the restaurant: "Well, it's done."

"What's the name, how much is a bowl?" Wei Zheng stepped on his feet and looked into the pot. It was brown in color, rolling and bubbling with small bubbles, and the fragrance was heavy, pressing against his nose.

It was a bit pungent, reminding him of those unpleasant experiences of Flaming Mountain and Butter Hot Pot, but just by looking at the color, he couldn't see any pepper.

Liu Jingxian replied with a smile: "Old Man Wei, this is called Hu La Tang, and it costs ten Wen a bowl."

Wei Zheng glanced at the sea bowl, it was a bit more expensive, but the amount was still satisfying.

"Give me a bowl." Wei Zheng patted his chest generously, and glanced at the maid who followed him, "Give me two bowls, and my maid will also have one."

The maid was taken aback, and obediently took out the money.

Liu Jingxian felt a little emotional when he saw it. It was the first time for Wei Zheng to buy food for his maid, and the others used servants in rotation, letting them smell the delicious food in the restaurant for a long time, and then another wave of people came to smell it.

"What would go well with this hot and spicy soup?" Wei Zheng noticed that steamed buns and deep-fried dough sticks are still sold normally today, but he was a little hesitant between these two things.

Liu Jing stared at it first, he hadn't eaten it yet, they had to wait until the customers had finished buying before they could have a bite.

He glanced into the restaurant begging for help.

Yin Xuan replied slowly: "Steamed buns and deep-fried dough sticks are fine, it depends on your preference."

Wei Zheng curled his lips. Isn't this nonsense? He also knows that it can be served with fried dough sticks or steamed buns. He can tell at a glance, but... which one is better?
According to past experience, the deep-fried dough sticks are dipped in juice, and the crispy and soft glutinous feeling pours into the mouth together, which is a rare enjoyment.

But steamed stuffed buns with porridge taste no worse than deep-fried dough sticks.

He has a choice disorder.

The maid on the side swallowed lightly. She has smelled the fragrance for more than a year, but she has not been able to eat it, and now she can't bear it anymore.

Wei Zheng looked at her, rolled his eyes, and thought came to him, he might not be able to eat it all by himself, but there is still someone?

There should be no problem with the two of them.

"Then bring me four fried dough sticks and four steamed buns." Wei Zheng ordered, and brought the maid into the house.

According to the custom, the maid stood beside Wei Zheng respectfully.

Wei Zheng glanced at her and said softly, "Why are you standing, sit down."

The maid was taken aback.

"How do you eat standing up?" Wei Zheng said with a smile.

The maid sat down in trepidation. She could brag about her experience for months. The servant and the master sat at the same table to eat.

Liu Jingxian was very discerning. The buns and fried dough sticks were divided into two portions and served on the table.

Wei Zheng divided the buns and fried dough sticks into two.

He was not in a hurry to eat with steamed buns and deep-fried dough sticks, but first picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup. It was different from ordinary soup. The toppings are chewed a little, and they seem to be beating on the jaws.