I’m Not a Scumbag

When Sister Hua took the small bowl with the spoon in it, Lin Fang stroked his sleeves, and cut another knife in the remaining part of the two-knife meat.

This piece of meat was huge. Lin Fang had only cut it half the size of a palm before, but now he cut it with one knife, and it could be a pound smaller.

The meat is pre-processed, very clean, and does not need to be washed again.

Lin Fang threw the meat on the cutting board, first divided it into large pieces, then cut into strips, then diced, and then used a grid knife to cut two knives to start chopping the stuffing.

The grid knife is most suitable for chopping the stuffing. First slant the knife on the left, and then slant the knife in the opposite direction to the right. When the meat stuffing is very thin, shovel it together, and then use the same method for another round.

If the efficiency of a straight knife for chopping meat is 1, then the efficiency of a grid knife for chopping meat is 2 to 3, which can save a lot of time.

"Sir, is this egg custard delicious?"

"Remove the word?"

Lin Fang didn't lift his head, and moved his hands alternately, chopping the minced meat leisurely and quickly.

Coming to this unknown world, only at this moment, Lin Fang's heart is the most stable.

Seeing that Lin Fang only responded, she stopped paying attention to herself and only cared about chopping the meat stuffing herself. Sister Hua couldn't help but groaned, "Sir, how can you be like this, it's delicious, you don't always follow me. Say a few words, in case..."

"There is no case."

Lin Fang's unequivocal answer made Sister Hua smile.

She hadn't seen such a man for a long time.

"Then I'll try it!" Sister Hua picked up the spoon and gently scooped a small half of it, opened her lips, and took a third of it into her mouth with her teeth.

She has been in Shiliyangchang for a long time, and she has been greeted and sent away again, and the day is precarious. She loves herself the most, and she has never treated her mouth badly.

It's just a mere egg custard, what's so delicious?

Worrying about stepping on thunder, no matter how willing to believe Lin Fang, Sister Hua still only ate a tiny bit that couldn't be covered by her fingernails.

A small bite of the egg custard slipped into the mouth and melted in an instant.

The light egg aroma is wrapped in tenderness, and the seasoning is just right, making her saliva unstoppable.

It happened that such a fascinating taste stayed on the tip of her tongue for less than a second, and was diluted by the gushing saliva.

"Huh?" Sister Hua's eyes widened, "Little gentleman, you egg custard... has something!"

"Eat slowly, don't worry."

in a hurry? What a joke!

"Sir, don't be kidding, I, Lu Yinghua, have seen the world anyway. I have learned court etiquette from court ladies in distress. When it comes to eating and eating, how many people can compare to me?"

"Oh."

Sister Hua gave Lin Fang a blank look. If she hadn't seen that he had already chopped the meat stuffing, put it into a bowl to season it, and kept mixing flour to make dumpling skins, she would have slapped him for anything she said to let him know what Zhihualou was. Who is in charge.

snort!

Sister Hua was too lazy to take care of the busy Lin Fang, and poured the unfinished egg custard on the spoon into her mouth, not caring about the taste, and hurriedly scooped another spoonful. This time, she also scooped the minced meat on the spoon. , put them in the mouth together.

Fragrant, smooth, soft, tender, delicious!

Eggs are not a good thing, and Sister Hua has long been tired of eating them.

But she never thought that the ingredients she was tired of eating could be so delicious in Lin Fang's hands.

"Suck yo..."

"Suck yo..."

Sister Hua kept the spoon in her hand, and at a very fast speed, she scraped a bowl of egg custard clean. The kind of craving for food reminded her that decades ago, she was still a The child was coaxed to go to the Goulan Courtyard, and the bowl of white rice that was full of fat was eaten.

It was a turning point in her life, but it was also the best and most fragrant food she had ever eaten.

For decades, no matter how much, how refined, and how delicious the food she has eaten, she has never been able to dilute the taste in her memory.

That bowl of white rice had too much shame, too much deception, and too much pain, but it was really fragrant and delicious.

Lin Fang lived a good life, made a potion, cut it into square hands, took a dustbin and put it in his hand, and was about to outflank his hands when he suddenly felt that there was no movement around him, he turned his head, just in time to see Sister Hua had tears streaming down her face.

"Sister Hua, thank you for appreciating my cooking skills so much."

"Ah? Bah!" Sister Hua came back to her senses, and when she heard Lin Fang's shameless boast, she couldn't help but spit at him, "Little gentleman is really a wonderful person, I didn't say anything, how can I praise you? ?"

"Really delicious food can move people to tears." Lin Fang smiled lightly, "Sister Hua has already proven how delicious my egg custard is without opening her mouth."

"You!" Sister Hua took out a handkerchief and wiped her cheeks. The sadness that had just surfaced in her heart was already diluted by Lin Fang's words, "But the egg custard you made is really delicious. Can you... Make another bowl?"

Sister Hua licked the corners of her lips and said with aftertaste: "I just ate too quickly, and I haven't tasted it yet."

"I can't." Lin Fang quickly put his hands on his hands, and each one of his hands fell onto the dustbin like ingots, "I reminded you a long time ago, eat slowly, don't worry, you'll finish it in three or two, who's to blame? I happen to be too. I'm hungry, wait for me to wrap the chao hand in a while, cook it all in, and give you a bowl."

"But I still want to eat egg custard..."

"What's so good about egg custard? Rough stuff. When you eat Chaoshou, I won't say that."

"Really? Are you not a wonton?"

"Ha ha…"

"Hey! Why are you laughing so disgustingly!" Sister Hua couldn't help but give Lin Fang a blank look. When she was with such a young man, before she knew it, her mentality became younger.

Perhaps when she pulled Lin Fang to Zhihualou earlier, there was a trace of **** thoughts, but now, she has already let go and simply enjoys the time with Lin Fang.

Lin Fang picked up the dustbin, and his calculation was just right. He used up all the minced meat and chao shou skin, and there was no waste. It was just enough to pack 41 chao hands.

He boiled a pot of water, glanced at the smell of broth on the earthen stove next to him, opened the lid and scooped a spoonful, smelled it, and tasted it again, "When the chicken was slaughtered, the blood was not completely removed. White wine, ginger, green onions, no salt, although there is a slight fishy smell that has not been removed, it can still be used after processing."

"What about you!"

Lin Fang turned around and saw Sister Hua, who was a little anxious and didn't pay much attention to her manners. He chuckled and said, "Because what I'm wrapping is Chaoshou, not Chaos. The chaoshou skin is thick and deep, and you eat a mouthful of meat. Of course, this skin thickness is also relative to the wonton skin, which is actually quite thin.”

The water had already boiled here. He put the hand in it, and cut another piece of chicken and pork, with more chicken and less pork.

Then he turned on the fire sealed by the soup stove next to him, filled in a few more pieces of wood, put the chicken minced first, stirred it for a while until the chicken minced absorbed the blood from the fire, quickly picked it up, put the pork minced again, and repeated According to the corresponding steps, add the chicken mince.

"Okay. Chashou is just chasing!" Sister Hua had to admit that she really underestimated the north-south difference between chao-shou and wontons. Seeing Lin Fang's current actions, she couldn't help but be a little puzzled, "What are you doing? ?"

"Dang soup."

"…"

Even with Sister Hua's good temper, she couldn't help gnashing her teeth.

This little gentleman is a good-looking man. He has an outstanding temperament and a good cooking skill. It is his temperament that he is a bit lonely, and his words are too annoying.

Can't I see you're hanging soup? I'm asking why! Don't you understand such a simple subtext?

Sister Hua returned to her anger, but she couldn't hide her curiosity, and couldn't help but ask: "I know, I just want to ask, why do you do this?"

"Go fishy."

"…"

Lin Fang processed the chicken soup and recovered from his focus on work. He immediately felt the murderous aura behind him, and he quickly remedied: "Sister Hua, I used the method of making the famous Sichuan dish 'Boiled Cabbage' to hang the soup. , Doing this can make the soup cool and free of fishy smell, but maintain the rich chicken broth aroma in the broth."

"What kind of vegetable is 'boiled cabbage'? Is cabbage cooked in boiling water? What's so delicious about cabbage?"

Can't you? "Boiled cabbage" was very popular in the imperial meal of the Qing Palace. Even if this is the Republic of China and Mr. Huang Jinglin is still alive, this "boiling water cabbage" should be widely known.

Lin Xin had some doubts in his head, but he didn't think too much about it. The chopsticks were almost cooked, and it was time to pick them up.

He quickly scooped out two bowls of chicken soup, added a little salt, and then took out the chopsticks and put them into two bowls.

Lin Fang scooped 20 for himself, 12 for Sister Hua, took another bowl, and put the remaining 9 scoops in the pot, and then set the fire and sealed the door.

In this era, the ingredients are much better than the real earth. The ingredients are real, and the taste of the ingredients themselves is extremely rich. It only needs a little seasoning to make a delicious meal.

Only the firepower can't keep up, there is no natural gas, and there is no pot with better heat transfer effect. This heat will test the chef's eyesight and experience. Fortunately, Lin Fang has practiced Baji, and his soul and body have been upgraded many times. In terms of aspects, it has the advantages that ordinary chefs are far from.

"Sister Hua, try it."

Lin Fang handed the small bowl to Sister Hua, and was about to start eating with the big bowl, but Sister Hua grabbed it abruptly, "You eat the small bowl, I eat the big bowl! I'm your boss, how can you do it? Eat more than me?"

Sister Hua's words were not very polite, but her tone was very naughty. It was more coquettish than being polite.

"Okay, you eat the big bowl." Lin Fang smiled and shook his head, "I'm just worried that you ate the egg custard first, and you're a woman, and if you can't eat it, you will waste it, so this is the small bowl for you. You want to eat it. The big bowl, isn't it still here, isn't it the same when you pour it in?"

The forty-year-old woman is no longer young, but because of her beautiful appearance and a little more edification of the fireworks that have been experienced in the world, that kind of unique experience, but the temperament of letting go, makes her have a distinction that is not inferior to that of a young girl. so cute.

"I don't, I'm going to eat your big bowl! Suck it..." Sister Hua protected her big bowl and scooped a spoonful of chicken soup, planning to moisten her throat before eating it.

Don't want to, this mouth, gave her a great shock.

"This soup...how can this soup be so fresh?"

It's not that Sister Hua has never drunk the soup stock in the kitchen. She knows exactly who made the soup.

Just now, Lin Fang just threw a few pieces of meat in and fished it out. Other than that, he didn't do anything else.

Is it just this simple step that can bring this kind of reborn improvement to chicken soup?

impossible!

Lin Fang swallowed the hand in his mouth, chuckled lightly, and said, "Sister Hua, I said that I used the 'boiled cabbage' method to remove the fishy smell, and it was somewhat effective."

Do you call this an effect?

Sister Hua rolled her eyes at Lin Fang, and she didn't need a spoon, she simply sipped her mouth and drank.

If the chicken soup hadn't been a little hot, she really wanted to throw up her neck and dry the chicken soup in one breath.

After half a bowl of chicken soup, Sister Hua sighed comfortably, and quickly scooped a hand and stuffed it into her mouth.

The chaoshou skin was indeed slightly thicker than the Shiliyangchang small wontons she had eaten. It was not the kind of thin skin that would break when the teeth touched it, but a slightly thicker skin that required a little force with the teeth to bite.

But this kind of shovel skin certainly does not need to be described by the word "thick".

The point is, just a little bit thicker, it makes Chaoshou different from wontons and becomes another kind of pasta.

The toughness brought by a little bit of thickness made Hua Jie instantly remember the food of chaoshou.

Especially when it is set off by the fresh and fragrant chicken soup, the taste of the chicken soup wrapped in the tenacity of the hand skin is even more impressive.

After biting open the chao shou skin, and eating a meat filling made of three fat and seven thin two-knife meat, the soup formed by the melted lard and the gravy mixed with Lin Fang's unique seasoning seems to be sublimated. People have the illusion that pork stuffing should be so delicious.

"Good time..."

From biting the chaoshou skin, to chewing the meat filling, to the lard gravy blasting in her mouth, she easily experienced three completely different levels of enjoyment on a small chaoshou.

After drinking another sip of the unusual chicken soup, Sister Hua almost couldn't help crying again.

She originally thought that UU reading www.uukanshu.com egg custard was already Lin Fang's peak level.

Only now did she know, what kind of egg custard, compared with chicken soup, it is nothing!

Ahhh! Ahhh! Suck... Suck... Suck...

Sister Hua didn't care about burning her mouth, one hand chopper, one mouthful of chicken soup, and she had a great time eating.

As for eating too much... Even if I, Lu Yinghua, die here, I have to eat this bowl of Chaoshou, no one says it will work!

"belch…"

A large bowl of 20 pieces of chopsticks is really a bit too much for Sister Hua. Even the belt meat is about 7 taels of food, plus a full bowl of chicken soup, even a strong man has to support it. Enough.

Sister Hua is just a woman, a woman who is especially engaged in special occupations and pays great attention to body maintenance. Before that, she even ate a bowl of egg custard made of three eggs!

When Sister Hua put the bowl down, she couldn't help frowning.

Bitter too!