Crash~
Whoa!
When Su Weiguo saw that Sun Tzu was about to sprinkle salt, he immediately stood up and stopped: "You little bastard, this is not nonsense!"
"Lord, I... What did I do wrong..." Seeing the dark clouds on the old man's face, Su Ziqiu quickly shrank his neck.
Their Su family.
Not only the father Su Yonghong was in awe of the old man, but also his grandson was afraid. When he was young, he was naughty and wanted to help in the kitchen, but he made a mess of the old man's stove. The old man was so angry that he chased him all over the yard with wicker!
Su Weiguo looked at Su Ziqiu seriously and said slowly, "It is forbidden to put salt first when cooking sheep soup. Salt is called strong electrolyte in professional terms. Remember?"
When he was young, he learned from his master. He pretended to be sophisticated and told him that salt was a "strong electrolyte", which made him confused.
As a physical education teacher, Su Ziqiu was stunned when he heard that the old man suddenly appeared a chemical word!
"The final result of boiling mutton soup with salt will be black paint, salt will kill water and dehydrate mutton. Not only the soup is not fresh, but also the taste of mutton will become stale."
Su Ziqiu immediately understood the Don's explanation.
Not only "salt kills water", but also "strong electrolyte"!
"Sir, how do you cook the lamb oil chilli?"
Su Ziqiu raised this question.
"Lamb oil is used to blanch water, so you can work quickly!"
"Good!" Su Ziqiu quickly boiled a pot of water, put the mutton oil in it, and directly started the fire.
Hotel stove.
Gaga is easy to use!
"After blanching, you need to remove the blood from the mutton oil, and then Ziqiu will boil the oil and take the rapeseed oil."
Although the old man is just a country chef, he is unambiguous about the delicacy of the kitchen work.
"Rapeseed oil?" Su Ziqiu made full use of his studious habit of asking questions if he didn't understand.
Su Weiguo obviously didn't want to explain to his wordy grandson. He casually said, "The mutton is greasy and crooked. You can make a living in your mouth by boiling the mutton oil with rapeseed oil, which can neutralize the taste of spicy oil."
"Got it!"
Put rapeseed oil and lamb oil into the pan.
"Ziqiu, heat, pay attention to the heat. Keep the heat low throughout the whole process. The hot oil hasn't been boiled and the oil isn't completely produced. It will be burnt later."
In the past, Su Weiguo would certainly scold Su Ziqiu. Today's baby grandson is under great pressure.
I'd better not scold him.
As the old man said, he threw some coriander, ginger slices and scallions into the pot.
This thing doesn't need to be said by the old man. Su Ziqiu knows that it is the effect of removing fishy smell and increasing fragrance. Wait until the mutton oil in the pot slowly boils out.
Mutton gradually becomes transparent and clear.
When Su Weiguo saw that he was almost done cooking, he reminded his grandson, "Don't throw away the sheep oil dregs. Let your mother keep some buns wrapped with sheep oil dregs."
Su Ziqiu's mouth curled inwardly. "Steamed buns made of pig oil residue are delicious, and steamed buns made of sheep oil residue have an inexplicable fishy smell. However, under current conditions, waste is not allowed. Let's keep the oil residue and eat it slowly."
Sheep oil chili takes too much effort. In order to make the oil chili taste less fishy, the old man put it into the mutton soup to taste more delicious. He also opened his precious seasoning box and selected some angelica, ginger, Chinese prickly ash, fennel, and geranium.
He doesn't know some big spices.
I remember the old man taught him to recognize the great spices, but now I forget Only know: pepper and big stuff!
"Dad, it takes too much effort to make mutton soup. Ziqiu will have to get up early tomorrow to fix some spicy mutton oil. It's almost enough." Su Yonghong saw her father and son and had been "tinkering" in the kitchen. It was almost early in the morning, so she couldn't help saying something.
The grandson was so stupid in cooking that he couldn't vent his anger. Just when his son hit the muzzle, he immediately roared: "You bastard, roll your calf for me, mix your milk, heat it up tomorrow, and move it to the highway to sell."
Su Yonghong shrank her neck and left the dangerous "kitchen" without saying a word!
"Sir, why do you want to soak the big sauce in cold water first?" Su Ziqiu thought it was too troublesome. He seemed to think too simply of "cooking" and "cooking".
"Whether it's oil refining, or boiling soup, or mixing brine, these large condiments and spices can't be used directly. They can be regarded as medicinal materials, which will be bitter. So we should take off the blisters, soak the bitter taste away, leave pure fragrance, call it...... Get rid of the bad..."
The Don's speech got stuck. Su Ziqiu smiled, "Get rid of the dross and leave the essence, right?"
"Right, right!" I smiled busily. "That's what I mean. Deep fry the spice!"
After the mutton oil in the iron pot was scented with spices, Su Weiguo prepared coarse and fine chili noodles.
Coarse fragrance.
Fine coloring!
In order to make more fragrant, Su Weiguo grabbed two handfuls of sesame seeds and put them on the chili surface.
"Wait, what's Ziqiu worried about?" Su Weiguo quickly poured the white wine on the pepper surface and stirred it evenly.
"Splash oil!"
He picked up a small spoon.
"Zila~"
The hot mutton oil poured on the hot pepper noodles, and the old man took a spoon to stir the hot pepper noodles, "Keep pouring."
After the lamb oil chilli is finished, the mutton soup still needs to be boiled for two hours. Su Ziqiu helps the stubborn old man back to the room and takes advantage of this time to mix a bag of flour.
As a coal miner, noodles are a necessary skill. Just like in the area of Laoshan and Laogan, few women can't make noodles.
Almost all men can make friends with each other, but his noodles are definitely not as good as professional "pasta workers".
Only know how to roll noodles with hands. First, salt must be added to make the noodles taste stronger. Second, the dough must be harder!
.........
"How can you sleep? At your age? Can you sleep? Have you made any progress?"
When the familiar alarm clock of the early generation iqoo mobile phone rang, Su Ziqiu opened her sleepy eyes, stretched her waist and stood up.
The alarm clock in college has been used until now. Every time he hears this, he is "full of enthusiasm"!
Raise your hand and open the curtains, look out, the kitchen light is already on, and a figure shows a kind face.
Wang Xiulan is rolling noodles.
Su Ziqiu put on his clothes, washed his face in a storm like manner, and ran to the kitchen all the way, "Mom, it's too early, isn't it? It's only five o'clock. It's not too late to roll out the noodles again at seven or eight!"
"We need to prepare early. Rolling noodles is the work of strength." When Wang Xiulan thought of her son and old man who would go to the highway to sell noodles in the daytime in the wind and snow, he and his son would suffer this crime. How could she sleep safely.
I wanted to get up early to make noodles, but my son made the dough last night.
"Let me roll noodles." Su Ziqiu picked up the ancestral "one meter six rolling pin" held by Comrade Wang Xiulan. "Mom, you forget what your son does. A sportsman, a muscular man, can roll noodles easily!"
Rolling with hands can make people feel tired of rolling iron?
He is a man who can squat 120 kilograms!
However, when he finally rolled the dough into thin dough, he felt that the muscles of his arms were shaking.
Su Zi said in her heart, "I'm accusing you of wrongdoing." Why is it so hard! No wonder that in ordinary noodle restaurants, hand rolled noodles are more expensive than hand pulled noodles and sliced noodles!
"Mom, this... I cut the noodles and stuck them into a ball with the highway designation. How about they become dough again?"