Raising Cubs in Another World

He followed the man in front of him sluggishly with his limbs. The man walked slowly, as usual. When passing by the corridor, he casually lit the oil lamp hanging in the corridor.

The long corridor surrounds half of the front yard, and there are five bright lights in total. The yellow light stretches Song Ning's shadow to be slender, and Bo Le is behind him, just stepping on Song Ning's slender waist.

This is obviously a hard floor, but it feels like a fluttering step on it.

Fortunately, the inner room is not too far from the kitchen, and this feeling of euphoria comes and goes quickly.

Song Ning washed his hands, turned around and asked the little wolf cub, "What do you want to eat?"

Bo Le tilted his head and thought about it, but he didn't expect anything delicious, "You can figure it out."

If it was between the other two, one of them asked the other what he wanted to eat, and he could only answer "whatever" and "it's up to him", maybe he would roll his eyes angrily, but Song Ning is not either of the two. A person, he prefers to come according to his preferences.

Asking the little wolf cub is just to make the other party happy, and if the little wolf cub gives face like this, then he will definitely not let the other party down.

Naturally, the cubs couldn't let the cubs see such a rude scene of killing chickens and bleeding them. When Song Ning went to the backyard to bring back two chickens, they had already plucked them.

Boil water in a stone pot, put the whole chicken in, add seasonings such as cooking wine, fragrant leaves, star anise, and old ginger, etc. After boiling, extinguish the excess firewood, leaving only a small cluster of charcoal to simmer.

At this time, Song Ning was already preparing other materials.

He wanted to make Bo Bo Chicken, which was not quite the same as the traditional Bo Bo Chicken. The ingredients he chose were red chili peppers, shallots, garlic, white sesame seeds, soy sauce, vinegar and sesame oil. Stir and set aside.

Song Ning's chicken is fundamentally different from the famous three-yellow chicken. Although the breed of chicken is not the best, he eats the best.He not only eats fresh vegetables in his backyard, but also eats herbs, feeds the mountain spring, and releases them for a walk at the foot of the back mountain when he has nothing to do.

The chickens raised in this way are delicious, tender and refreshing, and they are the best among the best.

After the whole chicken was stewed, Song Ning took out and drained the excess soup, then tore the chicken into finger-sized pieces with bamboo chopsticks, and finally poured the prepared sauce on it, and the Bo Bo Chicken was ready.

Song Ning brought one of the plates in front of the little wolf cub, and said expectantly, "Quick, have a taste."

The spicy smell rushed over, reminding Bo Le of the pumpkin seeds that tasted like rattan pepper at that time, and he resisted for a while. This dish looked delicious in color and fragrance, but he felt that his chrysanthemum would not be preserved after eating it.

Song Ning knew what he was hesitating, and continued with a smile, "This red oil chili pepper is not spicy. I made it from the least spicy chili pepper. Although it smells very spicy, it only tastes slightly spicy. The most important thing is that I also added other ingredients in it, which is more fragrant than the usual red oil spicy pepper."

The reason why I choose non-spicy is because there are really not many people in the world who can eat spicy food.

The man's words are always very convincing, Bole pursed his lips, and finally chose to believe the man's words, and leaned over to take a mouthful reluctantly.

"good to eat!"

The big blue eyes were shining brightly. This bite of chicken made the little wolf cub's chin covered with red oil and hot pepper. Song Ning pursed his lips and smiled lightly when he saw it. Handkerchief, took out a clean handkerchief and wiped it for him.

The little wolf cub instinctively backed away, but Song Ning held his head down.

He raised his head and saw Song Ning's gentle gaze and gentle manner, and he was momentarily at the mercy of the other party in a daze. When Song Ning's reminder sounded again, he came to his senses.

It's strange how I don't feel right today.

Bo Le was puzzled, but soon his attention was attracted by the Bo Bo Chicken in front of him.

While the little wolf cub was eating, Song Ning was not idle. After admiring the little wolf cub's eating, he sat up and went to the stove. In addition to making Bo Bo Chicken, he also had to prepare another dish tonight. vegetable.

Song's Dongpo Meat.

The name is purely because the special honey sauce inside is made by himself, which is the only one in this family.

The pork belly is still wild boar, most of which can't be consumed at once, except for the two limbs that are picked out to make soup, half of the pork belly is cut out to eat, and he uses the rest to make bacon.

The bacon is different from the bacon. He has been simmering for about three days, and the heat is not yet ready. When the bacon is ready, cook a pot of fragrant white rice, serve it with thin bacon, and pour a spoonful of unique Mushroom chili sauce, the taste must be super delicious.

Or when cooking noodles, add a few slices of bacon, drizzle with a few drops of sesame oil, sprinkle with a little green onion, and finally add a fried egg, tsk tsk tsk, he began to get hungry.

But, now, let’s make Dongpo pork.

"Is there anything else you want to do?"

The crisp sound of the little wolf cub came from the front of the stove. He didn't know when he had finished eating a large plate of Bobo chicken, jumped onto the stove, chose a clean place that was neither hot nor cold, and squatted down, staring at Song Ning Look at the pork belly in your hand.

He knew the pork belly. This morning, Song Ning sharpened his knife and picked it off a large piece of meat. After picking it, Song Ning put it in an inconspicuous soil urn, and now he picked it up again. come out.

The pork belly that was taken out was slightly different from what I saw in the morning. The white meat part was crystal white, while the red meat part was bright red.

Song Ning picked up a kitchen knife and cut the meat into four squares, without raising his head, he said, "I'm making Dongpo pork, you can try it later."

Set up an iron pot, brush a layer of oil on the bottom of the iron pot, put in the necessary materials such as scallions, ginger, three-starved, star anise, etc., and put the pork belly into the pot with the skin as the bottom.Then unseal a jar of rice wine and pour it in until it reaches the meat, then pour in a little dark soy sauce and special Song's honey sauce.

There is no rock sugar in this world, so Song Ning reluctantly used his own sucrose instead. After mixing all the ingredients, he covered the pot and started to light the fire.

"Why is this meat called Dongpo meat?" Bo Le was curious, and finally couldn't help asking.

"Well..." Song Ning narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a while and said, "There is a legend that there was a man named Su Dongpo, one day when he was planning to cook pork belly, he found that there was no clean water at home, so he thought about using the wine in his hand instead of water Look, the result is a world-famous delicacy, and this delicacy was later named Dongpo Pork."

"Why have I never heard of this person?" Pole frowned and muttered inexplicably.

Song Ning: "..." You'd be damned if you heard about it.

"Ahem, it's a long story. In the world of our chefs, his reputation is very prestigious. It's normal if you haven't heard of it." Song Ning tried hard to turn around.

Bo Le looked up at him, "So he's a cook."

"..." He shouldn't have made up this allusion.

Fortunately, Bo Le didn't break the casserole to ask the end, and changed the subject, "How long does it take to cook this dish?"

He had been waiting for nearly an hour, and Song Ning hadn't opened the pot yet.

"Don't be in a hurry, it will be almost there in two quarters of an hour." Song Ning said reassuringly.

It was said to be two quarters of an hour, but Song Ning didn't wait until two quarters of an hour to uncover the pot. He lifted the lid of the pot in about a quarter of an hour. The whole person is submerged.

Song Ning took a deep breath, the smell was absolutely delicious.

He picked up the iron spoon and turned it over, and then in the twilight of the mist, he saw that the pork belly had been cooked red and beautifully, and at this moment he only needed to make the final sauce to get out of the pot.

The iron spoon poured the remaining soup on the pork belly without stopping, until there was only the last bit of soup at the bottom of the pot tumbling, and Song Ning scooped up the pork belly.

The pork belly, which was originally the size of two palms, is now only the size of one palm. Put it on four exquisite plates, take a knife to make cross marks on the surface, pour a little sauce on it, and put carved radishes and broccoli on it. flower.

This Dongpo pork dish is ready.

"You eat first. I'll deliver the food to the customers and come back." Song Ning left with the plate.

Bo Le watched him go out the door and turned a corner and disappeared from his sight, then turned his head to look at the freshly cooked Dongpo meat, Dongpo meat looked full of appetite, and the bright red color was almost impossible to appear On the meat, but still showed up.

He couldn't smell a trace of wine, only the scent was full of sensuality.

But he still wanted to wait for Song Ning to come back and eat together.

The author has something to say: PS; the allusions of Su Dongpo appearing in the article, emmmmmmm... are purely made up, please don't be particular, don't spray, thank you! ! ! !