From selling box lunches to becoming a famous Chinese chef

Chapter 100: Make the taste in memory (please subscribe, 110)

After drinking a glass of wine, Zhang Hongwei immediately asked: "Grandpa, can we eat?"

Feng Zonggu immediately smiled and said, "Eat, eat, your brother has been busy all morning, isn't it just for you to eat? Come on, use your chopsticks and try Zhengming's craftsmanship."

Having said that, everyone still waited for the old man to move his chopsticks first, and then everyone started to move their chopsticks one after another.

Among them, Zhang Hongwei and Feng Shengnan almost simultaneously extended their chopsticks to the plate of vinegar-cooked prawns.

Obviously, the two children had already spotted this plate of prawns.

Feng Shengnan picked up a large shrimp and put it in his small bowl. He originally wanted to peel off the shell of the shrimp.

But then I heard next to me that my brother had put the whole shrimp into his mouth and chewed the shell.

Feng Shengnan couldn't help but said: "Brother Hongwei, you have to peel off the shell."

Zhang Hongwei said: "No, let me tell you, my cousin makes it very well. The shrimp shells are all crispy, just like eating Grandpa Ken's chicken nuggets."

When Feng Shengnan heard his brother's words, he hesitated, stopped peeling the shells, and carefully put the prawns into his mouth.

Taking a bite of it, Feng Shengnan found that it was exactly what his brother said. The whole shrimp shell was crispy, and the shrimp meat inside the crispy shell was still relatively elastic.

The most important thing is that the prawns completely absorb the juice cooked by Feng Zhengming's vinegar. The slightly sour, slightly salty, and slightly sweet taste makes the prawns very delicious. Eating it will make your mouth and tongue salivate. I found it very appetizing.

Feng Shengnan was still tasting the first one when he heard another chewing sound next to him.

She turned around and saw Zhang Hongwei eating prawns one after another.

"Brother Hongwei, don't eat so fast. You have to leave some for me."

Feng Shengnan's words made everyone at the table laugh.

Zhang Zhigang immediately said to his son: "Sister, give me a break. You are just like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit. Can you taste it?"

Zhang Hongwei said: "Dad, of course I can taste it. It's a little sour, salty and sweet. It's very delicious."

After talking to his father, Zhang Hongwei turned to Feng Zhengming and said, "Brother, the shrimp you made is even more delicious than the chicken nuggets in Grandpa Ken's."

After hearing this, Feng Zonggu asked strangely: "What are you doing, Grandpa Ken?"

Zhang Hongwei replied: "Grandpa, he is a foreign grandfather with a white beard. He opened a foreign restaurant that sells fried chicken and burgers. They are delicious, but we don't have them here yet."

After speaking, Zhang Hongwei looked at Feng Zhengming again and asked: "Brother, you are a chef, can you make fried chicken and burgers?"

Feng Zhengming said: "Fried chicken and burgers are actually not difficult to make, but in the foreign fried chicken restaurant you eat, the breading powder and seasonings used for their fried chicken are specially prepared, so it may not be easy to make them at home. smell."

Zhang Hongwei quickly asked: "Brother, can you mix that flavor?"

Feng Zhengming said: "I have never tasted it. If I want to prepare that taste, without a recipe, I am afraid it will take a long time to fumble."

Zhang Hongwei said: "Oh, I still can't eat it at home. I don't know when that store will open in our Quancheng."

While looking forward to it, Zhang Hongwei picked up another prawn and put it into his mouth.

After eating the prawns in his mouth, Zhang Hongwei said: "The prawns you cooked are also very delicious."

Feng Shengnan was not happy at the side: "Brother Hongwei, how many of you have eaten, you have finished them all."

Feng Suying couldn't help but said: "Okay, give me some food and give the rest to my sister."

After his mother spoke, Zhang Hongwei could only go and eat other dishes.

After Feng Jiandong tasted the dishes on the table, he said to Feng Zhengming: "Zhengming, your cooking skills are really amazing. I have tasted your dishes and they are better than those cooked in many big restaurants." Zhang Zhigang followed up and said, "It's better than our cooking skills." Ban’s craftsmanship is pretty good.”

Then Zhang Zhigang said: "Zhengming, if you have time, my uncle will ask you to go to our cooking class to show your skills and teach the people in the cooking class to improve their skills."

Feng Zhengming said: "Uncle, can I teach people in the cooking class my skills?"

Zhang Zhigang said: "Yes, your skills are much better than those in the cooking class. When you are free later, I will pick you up and you can give them a good class and teach them."

Feng Zonggu said: "You can let Zhengming go and teach your cooking class different tastes of dishes so that soldiers from other places can get used to them."

Zhang Zhigang immediately echoed: "Yes, dad is right, Zhengming we have agreed to make arrangements when I go back and have someone pick you up."

Feng Suying then said: "Zhengming, don't be nervous. When my uncle picks you up, you can tell them about cooking, especially the seasonings, just like you learned cooking from your master before. Master taught you that."

Feng Zhengming didn't expect that his second aunt and uncle would let him attend the cooking class.

However, seeing that his second aunt and uncle were very sincere, Feng Zhengming also nodded in agreement.

Feng Jiandong suddenly said at this time: "The taste of these Sixi meatballs seems to be really like the taste of what I ate at home when I was a child."

As he spoke, Feng Jiandong scooped up a large piece of Sixi meatballs with a spoon, put it into his mouth and tasted it carefully again, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

After tasting it, Feng Jiandong said to Feng Suying: "Sister, try it. This Sixi meatballs taste just like the one my mother loved the most. They are very delicious."

Feng Suying stretched out her spoon and scooped up a spoonful from the large plate.

The moment she scooped up the Sixi meatballs with a spoon, Feng Suying had already noticed something special.

The Sixi meatballs made by Feng Zhengming are not like those made in many restaurants and restaurants. They are hard and to the point that some of them cannot be dug with a spoon and need to be cut with a knife to eat.

But the Sixi meatballs made by Feng Zhengming can be scooped up with just one scoop.

When you scoop it up and look at it with a spoon, you can see that the cut surface is shiny and full of soup, and the meat is also one piece at a time.

Feng Suying slowly put the spoonful into her mouth.

For a moment, Feng Suying seemed to go back to her childhood. Every year during the Chinese New Year, her father would buy Sixi meatballs. Not only her mother liked the Sixi meatballs, but Feng Suying and her siblings also liked to eat them.

The Sixi Meatballs made by Feng Zhengming taste exactly like what I remember eating during the Chinese New Year as a child.

Feng Zongguo watched his daughter take this bite quietly.

Then he said: "When you were young, the Sixi Meatballs I bought every Chinese New Year were made by Zhengming's master, your Uncle Yan. Do you remember that one year I only bought two? It was because I left late. There are only four left. I thought your uncle Yan’s family would like to eat them during the Chinese New Year, so in the end I only wanted two."

Speaking of this, Feng Zonggu said: "Since I got your uncle Yan's true biography, the taste of these Sixi meatballs should not have changed."

Feng Suying had tears in her eyes at this time. As she ate the Sixi meatballs, she unconsciously thought of her mother.

She finally understood why her father recognized Feng Zhengming as his grandson.

Feng Suying looked at Feng Zhengming and said, "If you encounter any difficulties in the future, if you need help, you can call me and your uncle. You're welcome, we will definitely help you if we can."

Feng Zhengming looked at Feng Suying, and he could feel that Feng Suying's words were not polite.

"Thank you, Second Aunt."

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