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Chapter 153 The taste of the finished product

The next morning, just after 7 o'clock, Yang Xingyu and others were still busy preparing goods in the kitchen, and Zhen Xin drove over.

"It's so early?"

Yang Xingyu asked with a smile when he came out to greet her.

Zhen Xin: "I have to go to work today. I have to go there early at 8 o'clock. If I don't come to your place early, I'm afraid I won't have enough time."

After a pause, she glanced at the kitchen door and asked him, "What on earth did you do yesterday? Can you eat it until the next day? Can you tell me now?"

Yang Xingyu turned sideways with a smile and stretched out his hand to signal, "Go in and have a look! See if you recognize him."

"Still selling it?"

Zhen Xin glanced at him helplessly, then she stopped talking and walked towards the kitchen door.

kitchen.

There are many pots and pans on the large stainless steel shelves. Yang Xingyu made the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall yesterday, a large earthen jar sealed with mud. At almost 5 o'clock this morning, because he was making roast duck, he took the earthen jar out of the oven. Take it out, and at this moment, this earthen jar is placed on the shelf.

When Zhen Xin walked into the kitchen, everyone who was busy in the kitchen looked over curiously. The more outgoing ones, such as Fang Jiahui, Cheng Baofa and others, even greeted Zhen Xin with smiles.

Introverts, such as Song Xiaoqiang, Tang Song, and Zhong Xingfei, just smiled and nodded.

"This way!"

Yang Xingyu called Zhen Xin to the shelf. He reached out and touched the jar. He felt that there was still some warmth outside the jar, so he moved the jar directly to the stainless steel operating table not far away.

In Shanshui City in December, the temperature in the early morning is not high. Under normal circumstances, even if there is an earthen jar to keep it warm, it will cool down in more than two hours.

But their kitchen has been busy since about 4 o'clock in the morning. Several coal stoves braised vegetables, several large oil pans fried roast duck, and blazing flames have already raised the temperature of the kitchen.

Pedestrians outdoors may want to wear down jackets to keep warm in such early mornings.

While Yang Xingyu and the others were busy in the kitchen, they wore autumn clothes and a thin white chef's uniform. Not only did they not feel cold, but they also sweated on their heads.

Moreover, when the earthen jar is filled with hot food and the mouth of the jar is sealed with mud, the temperature of the earthen jar drops very slowly.

"What's in here? Stewed pig's feet?"

Zhen Xin asked curiously.

Yang Xingyu looked at her in surprise. He didn't expect that she had quite a lot of life experience. When she saw the earthen pot, she could think of stewed pig's feet.

"There are definitely pig's feet in here."

As he spoke, Yang Xingyu took a kitchen knife and lightly tapped the mud on the mouth of the earthen jar with the back of the knife.

After a night of baking, the mud on the mouth of the jar has dried and hardened.

A few taps with the back of the knife made the mud crack and fall.

"Xiaoyu, what kind of treasure is in this jar? I asked you this morning and you still haven't told me."

The eldest cousin Fang Jiahui came closer at this time and asked curiously.

Yang Xingyu chuckled and said nothing.

Since you have to sell it to the end, you must sell it to the end.

After opening the lid of the jar and then uncovering the lotus leaves, a strong aroma wafted out from the jar. The eyes of Zhen Xin and Fang Jiahui, who were standing close, lit up.

Fang Jiahui subconsciously took a deep breath and said in surprise: "It smells so good? Xiaoyu, what on earth did you stew?"

Zhen Xin's throat moved, as if she swallowed secretly. She couldn't help but step forward, leaned over the mouth of the jar and looked into the jar.

Yang Xingyu also came over.

The two heads came together and their foreheads touched, but it didn't matter. Neither he nor Zhen Xin cared.

Yang Xingyu saw that after a night of simmering, the soup in the jar that was originally nine-percent full was obviously a lot shallower.

By visual inspection, it is only six to seven points full.

But the color of the soup in the can is very attractive. On the light golden soup, there are big oil flowers floating. The lights in the kitchen shine on those oil flowers, and each oil flower seems to be shining with gold. halo.

For some people who don't like meat dishes, such greasy food may make them feel tired just by looking at it.

But in the eyes of people who like meat food, such beautiful oil flowers and the rich aroma wafting from the mouth of the jar will make people want to die.

"What is this stew of yours?"

Zhen Xin couldn't help but ask. After asking, she unconsciously pursed her lips and her saliva seemed to be flowing out.

"Can't recognize it?"

Yang Xingyu asked funnyly.

Zhen Xin shook her head.

The eldest cousin Fang Jiahui on the side came over to take a look, then suddenly turned around and went to the shelf and brought out a stainless steel bowl (usually called a horse bowl in the kitchen) and a long-handled frying spoon for cooking.

Holding these two things, Fang Jiahui walked over and knocked Yang Xingyu aside with his hip bone, "Xiaoyu! I just realized you are so wicked today! You stewed so many good things and let us smell and look at them, but you didn't touch them. Give us something to eat, and you’re still here to show off!”

After Fang Jiahui finished scolding Yang Xingyu quickly, she had already put the frying spoon into the jar, took out a full spoonful of soup and food, and poured it into a stainless steel bowl.

Suddenly, a stronger aroma than before began to float randomly.

Everyone in the kitchen, one by one, looked over curiously, and then as long as they could put down their work temporarily, they all put down their work and quickly gathered around. "Zhen Xin! I got this bowl for you! Go get the chopsticks!"

Fang Jiahui said, scooping out a big spoonful from the jar.

Zhen Xin, who has a cold temperament, couldn't care less about being reserved at this time. She said "oh" and hurriedly found the chopsticks.

Cheng Baofa came over to take a look and blurted out: "Fuck! Abalone? Chicken wings? Pig's feet? Ham? What is this? And tripe? Bamboo shoots?"

After saying that, Cheng Baofa turned around and went to the shelf to get his own special large porcelain bowl without saying a word.

He happily brought the bowl back and said to Yang Xingyu with a serious expression: "Boss Yang! Do you have any objection if I make a bowl? I'm telling you, if you don't make me a bowl today, I will break off our relationship with you!"

After saying that, before Yang Xingyu could react, Cheng Baofa suddenly changed his face, put on a flattering smile, and said with a smile: "It's so fragrant! Earthen pot soup! Stewed with so many good things, the taste must be the same!" I don’t care who you are stewing it for, anyway, it’s such a big pot, it’s not too much for me to make one bowl, right? Hehe.”

What else can Yang Xingyu say?
He had no intention of eating alone.

What's more, the experiment of Buddha jumping over the wall has just begun. From now on, he will do it every now and then. Why would he care if Cheng Baofa eats a bowl?
He is also afraid that if he does it too many times in the future, everyone will get tired of it and no one will help him get rid of these things!
At this time, Zhen Xin had already walked over with a full bowl, squinted her eyes, stretched her head, and took a sip of soup.

Suddenly, the facial features on her face seemed to relax a bit.

"tasty?"

Yang Xingyu asked curiously.

He was indeed curious because he hadn't tasted it yet, he hadn't even tried it salty yet.

Zhen Xin nodded repeatedly, but had no time to reply because she couldn't wait to take another big sip of soup.

Yang Xingyu's Adam's apple moved and his mouth was filled with saliva.

To be honest, the aroma of the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall made this time was a bit stronger than he expected. The earthen jar was sealed and simmered overnight. The aroma of various ingredients and spices in the jar had already merged into one, which he could not have imagined in advance. of peculiar fragrance.

And this is part of the charm of cooking.

Many times, when a chef is testing a dish, he can predict what effect a certain ingredient or seasoning will have on it.

But it's hard to imagine what the final effect of this dish will be like.

Therefore, no matter how good the chef is, when developing a new dish, he must go through many trials and adjustments before he can finally determine the specific method.

"Let me have a taste? Let me see if it's salty."

Yang Xingyu approached Zhen Xin with a smile and proposed to her.

Zhen Xin, who was very obedient on the bed, immediately turned around and faced him with her butt, while she happily lowered her head and took another sip of soup.

This is very annoying!
Yang Xingyu's smile froze on his face.

Very speechless.

Given his fondness for Zhen Xin, at this moment, he was a little impulsive and wanted to slap her on the butt.

This is the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall I made!

Speechlessly, he turned to look at the earthen jar on the operating table.

Karamatsu held a stainless steel bowl and scooped things into the earthen pot with a frying spoon with a smile. Zhong Xingfei held a bowl, stretched his neck, and stared into the earthen pot without blinking.

Song Xiaoqiang took another frying spoon, and before the frying spoon in Tang Song's hand came out of the earthen pot, Song Xiaoqiang put his own frying spoon in.

These people didn't even say hello to him, Yang Xingyu. They just brought bowls and started doing it directly.

That’s too much!

He, Yang Xingyu, hasn’t tasted it yet!
Yang Xingyu sighed helplessly, and without further delay, he walked to the shelf, brought his own special bowl, and prepared to make a bowl to try.

"Well, this tastes amazing!"

Cheng Bao, who had already eaten it, praised it and suddenly raised his voice and asked: "Boss Yang, why did you suddenly think of stewing this? Is it the way your hometown makes it?"

Fang Jiahui took a sip of the soup with a smile on her face and answered quickly: "In our hometown, we do have the habit of simmering things in earthen pots. However, everyone usually just simmers a pig's feet and adds some soybeans. I guess no one has ever simmered it like this. What a good thing, Xiaoyu, this is too extravagant for you! It’s better for those of you who are trained as chefs to know how to eat it!”

Yang Xingyu originally wanted to say that this was his own study of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall.

But after the eldest cousin rushed to answer, Yang Xingyu stopped explaining.

First of all, his Buddha Jumping Over the Wall is definitely not authentic, nor does it use top-quality ingredients. The method has only been tested and the final method has not yet been determined.

Secondly, they mistakenly thought it was random stew, which was nothing.

Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is originally a mess.

The most important thing is whether it is delicious and fragrant enough.

As for its specific name, it doesn't matter.

Yang Xingyu waited for a while, and when everyone had scooped out a bowl and left, he stepped forward and scooped out a bowl for himself from the earthen pot.

He first leaned closer to the soup and smelled the aroma, and then took a small sip of the pale golden soup.

The fresh flavors and aromas of chicken, duck, ribs, pig's feet, ham and other ingredients were mixed together. The moment he drank it into his mouth, the taste was so fresh that he couldn't describe it clearly.

The special umami taste is also mixed with the fragrance of mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots and lotus leaves. No wonder Zhen Xin and the others had such an exaggerated reaction after drinking it just now.

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