delicious life

Wan is easy to practice, and Mo Ci can master it immediately, but being scalded by the splashed oil is purely accidental.

Picking up a meatball with chopsticks and tasting it slowly, Mo Ci didn't find the "pleasant" taste in it that his father said.

Recalling the cooking process, Mo Ci has no distracting thoughts, but simply wants to make this dish well, focusing on completing the whole process of this dish.After picking up the fried meatballs and putting them on the plate, I relax my nerves...

Could this be the special feeling that father said?

[-]% investment, there must be gains.

As a layman, Mo Ci vaguely grasped some tricks.But these tricks are not absolutely correct. It is like a student who has just entered Buddhism. I lost the direction, so the roots of goodness are deep, and I see the doorway gradually, and I have some insights.From the previous ignorance, to a little experience.Explore to a deeper level and enter another level of realm.

Mo Ci's current situation is like this. He knows the method and has no scriptures, but if he doesn't think deeply, if he doesn't do his own research, he will never break through the hazy gauze, step into a new level, and will not make progress.

Presumably, his father is now preparing to teach him the basic skills, and then exercise his personal ability to become a dish by himself.

Putting down the spatula, Mo Ci stared at his father's back, waiting for his busy father to stop.

Father was cooking a dish, holding a wine bottle in his left hand, spraying it into the pot, there was a popping sound in the iron pot, and then a puff of water vapor came out.The movements are skillful and coherent, without sloppiness, stir fry a few times, cook the vegetables, and serve them on the plate.

Mo Ci knows that in cooking, the use of wine is very important. Wine can relieve the fishy smell and enhance the aroma, making the dishes delicious.

In order for the wine to play the role of deodorizing the fishy smell and increasing the aroma, the key lies in the volatilization of the wine.Therefore, in the cooking process, the most reasonable time to use wine should be when the temperature in the pot is the highest during the entire cooking process.For example, when stir-frying shredded pork, the wine should be put at the end of the stir-frying.Braised fish in soy sauce must be cooked with wine immediately after the fish is fried; stir-frying, stir-frying, and cooking, when the wine is sprayed in, there will be noise and steam will come out, such as the method my father used just now, is the correct method.It should be noted that wine is also used when sizing and hanging paste, but not too much, otherwise it will not evaporate completely.

A dish that Mo Ci often made in his previous life was stir-fried pork with beer. Pour a little beer into the starchy paste used for fried pork slices, and the taste of the dish immediately became extra tender and delicious.The enzymes in the beer can quickly decompose the protein of the meat.Ordinary fried pork slices, after this processing, taste great and are simple and easy-to-operate dishes.

Thinking about it, Mo Ci was suddenly rewarded with a "chestnut" on the back of his head.

Holding the back of his head that was hurt by the beating, Mo Ci looked helplessly at his dark-faced father, trembling the beard that grew on his lips, and blushing with anger.

"Dad..." Mo Ci was interrupted by the angry old man as soon as he opened his mouth.

"You bastard, are you deserting again? I don't want my last-to-last son to be the butt of jokes in other people's mouths!"

"Dad, don't be angry. I'm not deserting..." Mo Ci suddenly felt that his father was very similar to the stern and domineering class teacher in middle school. He kept a dark face all day long, and stood outside the window to observe the small movements of these "problem students" , lurking and attacking at any time.

"Then why are you standing here with your brain in your hands?" Although the old man is kind in front of others, he is stern and selfless when it comes to educating his children.Criticizing and educating without leaving room, the biggest achievement under his strict policy is to have a good son Mo Yan who everyone envies.Since Mo Ci's youngest son's personality has changed drastically, he has changed to a devious strategy, using the language offensive that Mo Ci fears most, forcing him to surrender.

"I'm thinking about the use of wine." Mo Ci explained in a low voice with drooping ears.

"You haven't learned that little trick yet? You should be punished!" The old man wondered if he had ignored every word he said.

The dark face turned blue, the old man clicked his tongue a few times, deliberately making Mo Ci take a few steps back under his figure, keeping a distance.

Rolling his eyes, the old man smiled secretly in his heart, and with his hands behind his back, he slowly turned to the other side of the kitchen, asking Mo Ci to carry a whole suckling pig on the floor to the counter.

"Dad, what do you want me to do with the pigs?" Mo Ci frowned, a chill came down his back, and he subconsciously continued to back away.

"Eat." The old man's answer was very simple, which made Mo Ci stagger and almost tripped to the ground, who was restless.

"Let me eat this pig?" Mo Ci's knotted eyebrows stretched slightly, but question marks were drawn on his head, "Dad, you will not let me use this pig for cooking."

"Bastard, you're not too stupid!" The old man raised his eyebrows, felt a bad breath, his face eased, he was vaguely proud, he waved his hand, and asked Mo Ci to put the pig on the desk.

After taking a breath, Mo Ci reluctantly moved the little suckling pig, still looking at his father who was twisting his sleeves with question marks all over his face.

I saw the old man waved his hand, pointed at the processed fresh suckling pig, straightened his face, and began to speak.

"Bastard, can you tell what the pig's body structure and muscle distribution are like?" The old man pointed his finger at the suckling pig's head.

"This..." Mo Ci was suddenly stopped by the question, and opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

"Head, tongue, front and rear hooves, pork belly..." Mo Ci managed to utter a few words, looking at his father standing beside him as if asking for proof.

"Don't underestimate this pig, it has a lot of knowledge." The old man calmed down, shook his head, and moved his eyes to the suckling pig on the desk.

"Head, tail, upper brain, sandwich meat, front hooves, neck meat, front paws, back, streaky ribs, milk breast, hip tip, sitting buttocks, outer hips, hind hooves, hind paws." The old man said every time Every word, he will pause and point his finger to the corresponding position of the suckling pig.

"Pig ears, pig tongue, pig brain, pig head, pig tail, pork neck, pig brain, pork sandwich, pork back, pork ribs, pig breast, buttocks, sitting buttocks... belly, lungs, heart , blood, small intestine, meat skin...do you know what they are used for?"

The old man spoke in one breath, paused for a while, and it was very smooth.

But every time he uttered a word, Mo Ci's heart sank a little; every time he paused, his head sank a little.

He has never studied these subtleties, and he has always skimmed through the introductory recipes given to him by his father without delving into it.Blindly pursuing the ways and methods of cooking, focusing on the tricks but ignoring the most important basic skills...

He has been influenced by his father since he was a child, and he is well versed in the principle of how to solve a problem with a dog.

"The touch of the hand, the leaning of the shoulder, the treading of the foot, the heaving of the knee, all are in the same direction, and the playing of the knife is natural, and there is no middle tone. It fits the dance in "Mulberry Forest" and is in the "Jingshou" meeting." I also recited it no less than a hundred times under the supervision of my father.

When Zuo Ding cuts the cow, the movements of his hands, shoulders, feet, and knees are quick and neat, as if he is dancing; when he cuts the cow with a knife, the sound is like listening to music. The tendons and collaterals are separated, and the skill is superb, which is due to the almost skill.

The chef's solid basic skills stem from years of hard work and hard work.

My father once said that there was an ancestor of the Mo family who used to shake the sand with a frying spoon every morning and evening for five consecutive years when he was young. At first, he could only shake half a kilogram of sand, but finally he was able to shake five kilograms of sand with a large spoon, without falling any grains; Practice turning over the rag again, first turn over the heavier wet cloth, then turn over the dry cloth, and finally use a piece of thin paper to turn it over evenly.

The progress of any skill has hard work behind it, how can I ignore this most important basic skill?

Mo Ci reflected deeply on himself after training, looked at his toes, pressed his lips tightly, and listened to his father's words without moving.

I was too eager for quick success...

Mo Ci took a deep breath, then raised his lowered head, and met his father's expectant eyes: "Dad, I was too impatient."

The old man's facial expression was much softer, he stepped forward and put his hand on Mo Ci's shoulder, and patted hard:

"I know, Ah Ci, Dad doesn't want to put this pressure on you. After all, my original intention is to let you experience happiness from the process of cooking. I can't decide whether you will go or not to go as a chef. Yes. This path... can only be chosen by you."

"I'm looking forward to you, A Ci." The old man added, showing a rare, encouraging smile.

"I will work hard." Inspired by his father, Mo Ci clenched his fists and secretly made up his mind.

"Okay, then, next, you use this pig to make every part of the pig's body." The old man said a simple sentence, and beat Mo Ci back to his original shape.

"dad……"

"It's useless to ask me, you go to see the recipe by yourself, pay attention, I will see the results you made in three days." Patted Mo Ci's shoulder, pulled out his arm, a little calculation flashed across his face .

"dad……"

"Work hard!" The old man sighed and walked out of the kitchen.

28. chapter28

The black commercial vehicle passed by slowly, the wind blowing along the smooth lines, accompanied by the sound of the engine being turned off, a brake, and the car stopped beside the sparsely populated street.

At this time, the two people sitting in the car did not speak, but looked at each other and made eye contact.

An encouraging smile appeared on Mo Yan's expressionless face, and trusting glances flowed in his pitch-black eyes, and the faint family affection expanded infinitely in this narrow space.

After a long time, Mo Yan averted his eyes and set his eyes on both sides of the street.