After being crossed, I have reached the pinnacle of my life

What he wants to do is nothing else but oden cooking.

As early as when he was looking through the memory of the traveler, he discovered that this kind of food was not only eaten by the traveler himself, but also eaten by people in the books and images he saw. On a cold and windy winter night, holding a cup of steaming Oden, what a happy thing it is.

At the Autumn Harvest Festival market, he stood behind his small stall and watched the crowds wrapped in heavy clothes and breathed air-conditioning. money, and the second is to keep the people in the town from being so cold in winter.

But when he looked at it, the soup base of the Kanto boiled seemed to be made of wooden fish flowers and kelp. They didn't have those things here, so Jiang Zhou had to think of other ways.

His first choice is bone broth and fish soup.

The bone soup is light, and the big bones without the meat have no oily smell. What he takes is the nutrients in the bone marrow. The fish soup is thick and white, and the nutrition is good. He boils the fish bones and bone soup without the fish meat Together, the soup is not so dirty, and it is almost the same as the soup cooked in Kanto.

Whether Kanto cooking is good or not depends mainly on the soup. Although Jiang Zhou’s soup is not the most standard recipe like authentic Kanto cooking, it is at least a soup made with many ingredients. It didn't affect much, but he always felt that his taste was different from others, so he could only call Wen Yan over to taste it.

Wen Yan's own tongue is fine, and he also cooks a lot, so he took a sip from the soup spoon and knew what the problem was: "It seems that something is missing, it's a little too bland."

Jiang Zhou thought about it carefully, he had already added cumin and pepper, this soup seemed to be a bit different from the soup in his memory.He rummaged through the things he bought, and a pile of messy ingredients were piled up in a mess.

It was Wen Yan who had sharp eyes and saw a dried salted fish sandwiched between two vegetables: "Is it this?"

The rest are fresh ingredients. It would be too strange to have a dried salted fish sandwiched in it, so Wen Yan picked it out: "How do you do this?"

Jiang Zhou touched his nose: "That's it, I forgot." The rest of the seasonings he bought were ground into powder, so they were all put together, only the dried salted fish he couldn't find, in fact, it was better to use Bonito powder, but they don't produce bonito here, so he can only use dried salted fish instead after thinking about it.

Because he didn't know the exact amount of dried salted fish, he didn't dare to put it directly, so he could only take a little and grind it into powder, add it little by little, let Wen Yan taste the taste after adding a little.

Wen Yan originally ate two preserved crabapples, and his mouth still had that sweet taste, but now that Jiang Zhou tricked him into drinking the Kanto soup, he immediately frowned, showing a refusal: "If you eat something sweet, you'll be fine." I don't want to drink this soup anymore." The soup boiled with dried salted fish...Wen Yan said that he refused!

Jiang Zhou is too familiar with his appearance. In the past, when he didn't want to take medicine, he would find all kinds of reasons and excuses to refuse. Sometimes he said that his mouth was so bitter, and sometimes he said that he was dizzy and sleepy. In short, he never had a good time. I drank the medicine.

It's just that he really can't taste it himself, so he can only beg Wen Yan: "Ah Yan, try it."

Wen Yan blinked his eyes, and swallowed again reluctantly: "..."

"How about it?"

Wen Yan smacked his lips, took another sip, and his eyes lit up: "It doesn't taste like salted fish, it's light, and the salty and umami flavors blend well."

Seeing that he said yes, Jiang Zhou felt relieved: "Just say that I won't coax you. Now that the base soup is cooked, I can easily get the ingredients."

He set up a new pot, threw the peeled and cut white radish into it, rolled the minced meat with thick tofu skin and wrapped it with shallots to form a lucky bag. There are not many tricks, and I pinched a few fishballs and meatballs, all skewered with bamboo sticks, and cooked in the newly erected pot first before being moved to the bottom of the soup.

Wen Yan had been aroused by the soup for a long time, so he sat and waited for the food to be cooked, and asked, "Is it inconvenient for you to take this pot to town?"

Although the town does not prohibit the burning of charcoal in the market, the vendors in the town consciously do not use charcoal fires that are particularly smoky. If Jiang Zhou wants to sell this, he must use a lot of wood. good.

Jiang Zhou gave him a fish ball, and said to him, "Don't worry, I've fixed things a long time ago, and there will be no problems."

He had considered this issue before, and specially found a blacksmith shop in the town to make a unique set of pots, but the pots were really inconvenient to make, and the blacksmith gave him a deadline of ten days, and he could pick up the goods by tomorrow.

Wen Yan took a bite of the fish ball.

The meat of the fish is delicate. When Jiang Zhou rubbed the fish balls, he added potato flour. The fish balls were very elastic, and the pork filling was mixed in, which tasted delicious.

In order to match the oden, Jiang Zhou boiled a small jar of seasoning sauce two days ago.

Most of them are densely covered with water networks and the climate is humid, so they like to eat things that can warm them up. Unfortunately, Jiang Zhou has not found chili for the time being, otherwise they can get chili sauce.

Without chili sauce, he could only settle for the next best thing. He fried the mushroom sauce, which contained peanuts, pork, and winter bamboo shoots, all chopped into fine pieces. After frying in turn, it became oily again, increasing the storage time.

I don't know how other people are, but Wen Yan likes to eat it when he sees it. The small plate of mushroom sauce that Jiang Zhou put out was eaten by Wen Yan, and there was nothing left.

The weather has gradually started to get cold, Wen Yan and Jiang Zhou are sitting in this empty yard eating oden. Although the cold wind this month is already strong enough, the two of them don't feel any chill.

Jiang Zhou was not hungry at first, so he ate two bites with Wen Yan. After eating, he was sweating all over.He has already taken off his clothes now.

Wen Yan ate more seriously, he was dressed thickly, his little face was flushed red by the heat, and he was obviously sweating on his forehead, but he was still reluctant to part with the food in his hand, chewing it in small bites .

Compared with those various meats, he obviously prefers the white radish that has soaked up the soup.

Wen Yan has always disliked radishes, and always felt that they had a spicy taste. Wen Yan would never touch those radishes in the ribs and radish soup he had stewed before, but today he always felt that the essence of that soup had been sucked into it. The radish was inside, so delicious that he almost bit off his tongue.

He suddenly understood why Jiang Zhou dared to give up the chicken cake business with such a promising prospect and switch to this. Not everyone is willing to give up something that can already see hope.

There is a secret sweetness and pride in his heart - for Jiang Zhou's vision and courage.

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