royal family

Shao Gange has lived with Mr. Shao for so many years, and what he has seen most is countless delicacies.As one of the pillars of the Shao family, Mr. Shao has many opportunities to cook. What Shao Gange remembers most is the smooth flow of his father's cooking. As for the taste, he probably doesn't think it is because he eats a lot. Astonishing as those gourmets praise.

It had been a long time since there was any dish that surprised him as much as the fragrance wafting from his dream.

Although it wasn't time to eat, the couple's stomachs were already growling because of the strange aroma.After washing up in a hurry, the two went downstairs, still wondering when Aunt Liu, who had always been a regular cook, would have such a good skill. As soon as they entered the kitchen, they bumped into Shao Yan who was kneading dough with his sleeves rolled up.

As a culinary family, any house of the Shao family, even if it is just a villa for vacation, has a large kitchen with complete equipment and a spacious location.All kinds of things in this kitchen undoubtedly make Shao Yan feel novel and convenient. The stove that can light a fire without firewood, the professional stainless steel seasoning rack that is lined up and scrubbed clean, Shao Yan's era was amazing. There are not so many things for seasoning, and most delicacies must rely on him to rack his brains to figure out the auxiliary ingredients to enhance the taste.

Originally, he had no intention of cooking by himself, so he ran out for half an hour and punched a set, and it was nearly five o'clock when he came back.Shao Yan's body was not used to such a sudden high-intensity exercise, and he was so tired that he almost collapsed.

It's just that when I entered the house, the chef aunt I met yesterday was cooking, and she was surprised and concerned when she saw Shao Yan running back, and hurriedly called him to have breakfast.After being tortured by sick food in the hospital for a month, Shao Yan didn't dare to eat a regular meal. Shao Yan also wanted to try the staple food, so he picked up a small steamed bun with chopsticks, and this bite almost made him die of sorrow.

Shao Yan was picky, not the usual picky ones, probably because he was very hungry when he was a child, and he didn't picky or picky after he developed, but he paid special attention to appetite.Usually, he promoted six young apprentices who were dedicated to serving him meals, two of them were exquisite pastries, two of them studied vegetarian food, and the other two devoted themselves to meat. To add a few words, just like this, he often feels uncomfortable and wants to make something to eat by himself.It is conceivable that even Shao Gange and his wife felt what it was like to have "mediocre" cooking skills in Shao Yan's mouth.

He originally thought that the unpalatable food for sick patients in the hospital was just a special case, but he didn't expect that the meal in his own family could be as good as that in the hospital.

Previously he refused to touch the food in the hospital, Shao Yan always ate fruit to fill his stomach.There are many kinds of fruits in this era, even the emperor’s precious tangerines, lychees, and mangoes can be found everywhere, and the taste is better than the ones he ate before. Anyway, his stomach is empty, so Shao Yan eats different fruits every day , I feel very happy.

But he can't just eat fruit forever!

In desperation, even though he was very tired from running, Shao Yan resigned himself to the kitchen.This Auntie Liu of the Shao family was not surprised to see that he wanted to cook and eat. Before coming to the original owner, she might make things by herself from time to time to satisfy her cravings. Although he is not very good at cooking, he has a warm heart.

Seeing that Shao Yan's meat-cutting movements were a little slow at first and then he became quicker. Aunt Liu laughed while washing vegetables, saying that people who love to eat are different. They forget everything, but they can't forget how to cook. Lose.

She was still joking around here, and after Shao Yan's pot was boiled, all that was left was to stand dumbfounded on the sidelines.

The rich aroma in the kitchen was at least ten times stronger than that in the upstairs room. Father Shao couldn't help squinting his eyes as soon as he stepped into the kitchen.He took a deep sniff, wanting to analyze what Shao Yan was doing, but he couldn't make it work, and after sniffing for a long time, he only felt more and more hungry.

Two casserole pots were stewed on the flat stove. When Shao Yan saw Father Shao coming down, he just glanced at them and kept moving his hands.

Shao's father knew that his son's personality had calmed down a lot since he woke up, so he had to go over and take a look. He saw that the dough kneaded in Shao Yan's basin was golden and oily, and it didn't look like ordinary dough at all, so he couldn't help asking : "What are you doing?"

"Noodles." Shao Yan had to work hard with his hands, so he spoke very briefly.

It was Aunt Liu who watched the process and couldn't help explaining to Shao's father: "Sir, you don't know how many good things are in this basin of noodles. There is no water in it, and Yanyan skimmed off the oil from the old hen soup that I have been hanging for two days. He went in and cracked two goose eggs, and just now he knocked out the marrow of the beef stick bone and put it in, what kind of method is this?"

Father Shao didn't know either, he shook his head, and saw that the noodles on Shao Yan's side were almost ready, and the round balls looked like golden eggs that had been peeled off their shells.Shao Yan covered his face with a damp cloth, and wearing gloves, he opened a casserole near the door.

The steam came out impatiently accompanied by the strong fragrance. Shao's mother, who followed her husband into the kitchen, had the illusion that she was about to melt immediately. Shao's father was in a daze for the fragrance for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he took a closer look , Only to find that the stew in the casserole is a pot of reddish-brown soup.

Shao Yan took a plate and scooped out a spoonful of soup to taste. Seeing Father Shao approaching slowly, he hesitated for a moment, and took one for him too.

Shao's father took half a sip from the plate, a sip of soup in his mouth, he was reluctant to swallow it for a long time, he hurriedly gave the remaining half sip of soup in the plate to his wife, and asked tentatively while smashing his mouth: "Are you stewing beef brisket? ? What’s in it? Why is it so fragrant?”

"Beef tendon, nothing was added, just fried before stewing." Shao Yan replied, "It hasn't been stewed yet, and the soup is a bit sweet. This pot is not done well."

Shao's father almost knelt down for him after relishing the taste of the thick soup, and watched in a daze as he sprinkled some more salt into the pot and covered the pot, and then opened the lid of another casserole pot.

This is a pot of clear soup, the soup is translucent, with only a few spots of oil on the top. Shao Yan grabbed two handfuls of green onions and a few grains of garlic and threw them in. He closed the lid without tasting it.

He turned around and wanted to get some noodles, so he bumped into Father Shao whose eyes were still on the stewed beef pot and couldn't bear to look away.Shao Yan was stunned for a moment, originally he didn't want to speak, but after thinking that the other party took good care of him in the hospital for a month, he explained: "I don't drink this pot in the morning, it's too greasy. There are too many things in the noodles. It has to be served with clear soup."

He sprinkled some high-gluten flour on the chopping board, poured out the chicken soup dough, and didn't mix it too much. After rolling it out, he took a knife and cut it into several large pieces, then threw it into the boiling water pot on the induction cooker beside him, fiddled a few times Just fished it out.

The clear soup pot is almost stewed, and when the lid is lifted, you can see the green scallion leaves that have begun to melt.Taking out the scallion leaves with a spoon, Shao Yan took a large spoonful of soup and poured it directly into the bowl of noodles.

The soup is clear and golden, sprinkled with a handful of green shallots and red and white shredded ham. Shao Yan is not good at serving people, so he left with his share. There are four or five servings on the stove, regardless of size After eating the bowl of noodles, I have to eat the soup by myself.

Father Shao was not angry either, he had already put all his attention on the pot of clear soup that was still gurgling, he rushed up to scoop up a large spoonful of clear soup, and after grabbing a handful of green onions, Father Shao thought about it I thought, I still pushed it to my wife first.

The rim of the bowl was a little hot, Father Shao couldn't help taking a sip on the way to the restaurant, and suddenly felt a refreshing smell of beef rushing from the throat into the limbs and bones.Different from the rich and fragrant pot of stewed beef tendon, the clear soup is boiled with beef leg bones that have been removed from the meat. I don’t know how Shao Yan handles it. There is no beef smell in the soup, and the onion and garlic are added to enhance the taste. The taste is absolutely perfect!

After swallowing a mouthful of soup, take another mouthful, another mouthful, and another mouthful—Aunt Liu also scooped up a spoonful of noodle soup, and when she brought it out, she saw Father Shao standing at the door of the kitchen, still a little puzzled, and asked: "Sir, is it right?" The bowl is too hot? Shall I help you?"

Shao's father came back to his senses all of a sudden, and his face was a little embarrassed. After thanking him, he casually prevaricated Aunt Liu's enthusiasm.

As soon as the noodles were in the mouth, Shao's father knew that Aunt Liu's old hen soup that had been hanging for two days was not in vain.He has never eaten such delicious noodles in his life. Without the soup to enhance the flavor, a single noodle itself can be regarded as a rare delicacy. The fluffy ramen noodles are full of elasticity, but soft and hard, but very palatable. The chicken broth is mixed with beef bone marrow to form a unique fragrance. A soft, waxy and delicious protective layer on the outside of the slice.Take a mouthful of rich noodles and drink a mouthful of refreshing soup, it's a perfect match!

Every step turned out to be a cluster of flowers added to the brocade.Shao's father never knew that a bowl of noodles could make people eat and marvel again and again.

Shao Yan was still not satisfied, the hen soup was not stewed very well, and I don't know what spices Aunt Liu added, it almost overwhelmed the freshness and sweetness of the chicken soup itself, and it was a bit greasy when mixed in the noodles.After barely eating half a bowl, and two mouthfuls of soup, Shao Yan stopped chopsticks when he felt that he was almost [-]% full.

He eats slowly, chews noodles slowly, and takes a spoon to scoop up the soup to cool it down before eating. It's not an act, it's just a habit. His former stomach was ruined by running away from famine when he was a child. If you eat too much, you will get cramps.The imperial physician prescribed him a prescription to nourish the spleen and stomach. In addition to drinking medicine, he also strictly regulated his eating methods, requiring him to take small bites of vegetables and meat, chew each bite more than [-] times, and not eat too much.The prescription is quite effective. Shao Yan has followed it for so many years, and now he can't change it even if he changes his body.

There was still half a bowl left on his side, and except for Shao's mother, Shao's father and Aunt Liu had almost finished eating there.Shao's father usually used his status to eat and didn't dare to mess up too much, but Aunt Liu didn't pay attention to it. She directly drank the soup upside down with the bowl in her hand, then sighed freely, gave Shao Yan a thumbs up, and shook it vigorously. few times.

"Yanyan, I usually see you always use the oven to make dim sum. I thought you were just good at making western pastry. I didn't expect that it was the first time to cook Chinese food, and you were so good at it!"

The old aunt taught him how to use the gas stove and induction cooker, and Shao Yan also liked her straightforward personality, so he smiled at her after hearing this: "It's okay." He also made this meal by groping, no He is used to cooking, and he doesn't know what some seasonings are. He just put them aside based on his intuition. He didn't expect that although the taste of the noodles was mediocre, the stewed beef tendon was still quite good.

"You don't have to be humble about this!" Shao's father, who probably hasn't praised his son since the child learned to walk, smiled at Shao Yan a little strangely. Grandpa is learning to cook, and you are lazy and stupid and steal the food your grandpa made. I was thinking that you probably have no fate with the old Shao family in this life. Now it's like this...so..." Obviously Thinking of Dafang's current situation under the wind and cold, Father Shao sighed, nodded, and stopped talking.He glanced at half a bowl of noodles left in Shao Yan's bowl, and asked, "Why are there still left?"

Shao Yan said: "It's been too long since I ate meat, I can't eat it now."

Tsk tsk, Father Shao stretched his arm and naturally dragged the half bowl of leftover noodles to his side. He changed his usual pretentiousness and looked like a good father who dared to eat his children's leftovers.