The Days of Opening a Restaurant on an Abnormal Earth

Wang Qi felt something was wrong after taking the first bite. Why is the taste of the maocai made by Zhang Tong so familiar?

Although the bottom material is just fried and not precipitated, it does not have that kind of mellow fragrance, and the fragrance seems to be a little superficial. But the basic taste is very good, it should be numb, and it should be spicy.

The aroma of various spices and sesame seeds is also very good. All of this is good, but there is one thing, why does this taste so different from the one that my family used to sell skewers?

Although there are some differences in the subtleties, there are already eight or nine images. You must know that the combination and weight of this base material is the formula that my husband Jiang Aijun spent many years of research on. The subsequent hot pot recipes were also improved by making some minor adjustments on this recipe.

Not to mention unique in the whole country, but in Shuangqing City it can be regarded as a famous one. This can be said to be the foundation of one's own business.

How could this humble shop owner have this taste just by making it casually? Wang Qian felt suspicious.

Zhang Tong looked at Wang Qian and frowned, and his heart suddenly jumped: Is it because Wang Qian doesn't like this taste? Or is she picky about maocai hot pot? That's right, my family sells this, so it's inevitable that they will be used for comparison.

Zhang Tong watched Wang Qian's frown deepen, and he hurriedly said, "Aunt Wang, what's the matter? Is there something wrong with the taste of this dish? You are an expert here. If there is anything Please feel free to mention anything that is wrong.”

Zhang Tong can be said to be able to speak, and such a sentence can make things go away.

"Mom, isn't it delicious?" Jiang Hua looked at his mother frowning, and she also put a piece of fat cow into her mouth.

Maocai should belong to the faction of Jianghu cuisine in Sichuan cuisine. The characteristic of Jianghu cuisine is its bold and unrestrained taste, which is mouth-watering. As soon as you enter the mouth, you will immediately feel the feeling that the taste buds are opened.

Now the Sichuan cuisine that is popular all over the country is a branch of Jianghu cuisine in Sichuan cuisine, but Sichuan cuisine is far more than just a kind of Jianghu cuisine.

The first feeling of the entrance is incense, the overbearing fragrance fills the mouth and is transmitted to the nasal cavity through the throat. Up and down are connected in a line, and the breath is full of strong fragrance.

The aroma comes from peppercorns, sea peppers, and the compound aroma of grass fruit, cardamom, garlic and more than a dozen spices.

After the aroma, it feels fresh, and several ingredients release their own fresh and sweet taste under the heat cooking. Although this maocai has many seasonings, it does not cover up the umami taste of the food itself.

Then there is spiciness. In fact, spiciness is not a taste, but a tactile feedback. That's the stimulating sensation that capsaicin produces when it burns the mouth and tongue.

The pain stimulates the mouth of the person, as if there is a pleasure of being abused. Those who love love to die, those who hate hate to die.

And when he just felt the burning in his mouth, another sense of touch also began to feedback.

It's a whole different experience than the searing of chili peppers. It's like there are thousands of little air bubbles gathering and popping on the tip of the tongue. The slight bursting of each tiny bubble brings a tingling sensation.

This feeling is called hemp. This is a feeling that is harder to accept than spicy, but once you accept it and enjoy it, you will have no troubles in the future.

After taking a mouthful of fat beef slices, Jiang Hua felt the sense of taste on the tip of his tongue, the sense of touch in his mouth, and the sense of smell in his nasal cavity were all opened up.

"Huh~" Jiang Hua took a deep breath, and then gave a thumbs up: "It's delicious!" Zhang Tong heaved a sigh of relief, it doesn't look bad.

"Mom, this maocai is pretty good. Why are you frowning?" Jiang Hua looked at Wang Qian puzzled and asked.

Wang Qi put down her chopsticks, she turned her head to look at Jiang Hua, and said to her with a fake smile, "Delicious?"

Jiang Hua nodded: "Yes, it's delicious." As he spoke, Jiang Hua sandwiched another piece of yuba. Well, the bean curd stick tastes even better. Because yuba can absorb the smell, it is stronger than the smell of fat beef.

I haven’t eaten such an authentic and double-celebrated maocai in Huaihai for many years. I suddenly feel very happy after eating like this.

Seeing Jiang Hua's unawareness, Wang Qian was furious: "Don't you think this smell is very familiar?"

Hearing what Wang Qian said, Jiang Hua thought it was, and it was indeed a little familiar. Then she took another bite and, um, had to try again. In order to determine the taste, Jiang Hua ate one-fifth of the amount. Wang Qi was almost annoyed by her.

Finally, Jiang Hua finally remembered: "Yeah! Why does this smell so similar to the skewers that our family used to sell!"

Seeing that Jiang Hua finally remembered, Wang Qian couldn't help pointing her finger at her, while shaking her head and said: "Jiang Hua, Jiang Hua. Your food has been for nothing since you were a child! How many skewers have you eaten at home since you were a child? Do you have no idea how heavy it is?"

"Now you can't even taste the taste of your own home. You really forgot your roots." Fortunately, Wang Qian saved face in front of outsiders and didn't say anything about Jiang Hua's previous two hundred catties. Jiang Hua also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he did not mention the specific weight.

No, Jiang Hua remembered: "Old Zhang, how could you make such fake food?"

Jiang Hua's way of asking questions is not right, and the practice of maocai is everywhere on Baidu. However, those specialty stores have their own specific material standards, which are generally not written on Baidu and recipes. What Jiang Hua actually wanted to ask was how Zhang Tong could make maocai that tasted like his own.

Wang Qian gave Jiang Hua a white look: "act, you are acting."

"What am I playing?" Jiang Hua didn't understand why Wang Qian seemed a little unhappy.

Zhang Tong is also a little brainless. Things seem to be going differently than you expected?

Wang Qian stared at Jiang Hua: "In addition to your father, you are the only one who learned how to fry the base ingredients in our family. Your father taught you one stroke at a time, from material selection to making. The secret recipe of our family is your father and daughter." Two meetings."

"Your father spent so much time researching this recipe. You are so kind, you handed over the secret recipe to others." Wang Qian glanced at Zhang Tong. If it is a love game now, Zhang Tong should be able to see: Wang Qian's impression score -100.

"I'm not, I haven't, don't talk nonsense!" Jiang Hua immediately denied Sanlian. She looked at Zhang Tong and said, "Old Zhang, say something. Did you research this recipe? I never taught you any recipes for stir-frying."

Wang Qi didn't believe it at all. Many foods seem to have the same taste, but sometimes just one more fragrance or aftertaste can attract customers.

In ancient times, the core of a restaurant was the secret recipe of the chef. Even in modern society, if you want to learn some of the most essential skills in cooking, you still need to learn through ancient teachers.

The Jiang family pointed to this secret recipe and opened a restaurant for dinner. Wang Qian was justified in being angry. Who would not be angry if my daughter gave away such a secret recipe so lightly?

Didn't you say that Zhang Tong is not your boyfriend? It's not your boyfriend, you gave the secret recipe to others? If she becomes your boyfriend, wouldn't she have to give away all the hot pot restaurants in the family?

Wang Qi panted heavily and did not speak, and the scene was awkward for a while. Listening to the conversation between Jiang Hua and Wang Qian, Zhang Tong probably understood why Wang Qian was angry. It seems that this matter really needs to be explained, otherwise I am afraid I will really say goodbye to Jiang Hua.

So Zhang Tong cleared his throat and said, "Aunt Wang, listen to me. This is actually the case."