Shao Gange has lived with Mr. Shao for so many years, and he has seen countless foods the most. As one of the pillars of the Shao family, there are not many opportunities for Mr. Shao to cook. The most memorable thing for Shao Gange is the process of his father's cooking. As for the taste, I am afraid that he does not think that because he eats more. As shocking as those gluttons praised.
It's been a long time since there is no dish that can surprise him like the fragrance floating in this dream.
Although it was not time to eat, the couple's stomachs screamed because of the strange fragrance. The two hurriedly finished washing and went downstairs. They were still wondering when Aunt Liu, who had been cooking well, had such good craftsmanship. As soon as she entered the kitchen, she ran into Shao Yan who was kneading dough with his sleeves in his arms.
As a culinary family, any house in the Shao family, even if it is only used for vacations, has built a large kitchen with complete equipment and a spacious location. The various things in this kitchen undoubtedly make Shao Yan feel both novel and convenient. A stove that can burn without firewood, and a professional, clean stainless steel seasoning rack. There are not so many things for seasoning, most of the food, he must rely on himself to rack his brains to figure out the auxiliary materials to enhance the flavor.
He hadn't planned to cook the meal himself, so he punched a set of punches for half an hour after going out, and it was almost five o'clock when he returned. Shao Yan's body is not suitable for such sudden high-intensity exercise, and the whole person is almost exhausted from fatigue.
It's just that when he entered the house, the chef he met yesterday was cooking. It was strange and caring to see Shao Yan coming back from a run, and hurriedly greeted him to come for breakfast. After being tortured by the sick-number meal in the hospital for a month, Shao Yan didn't dare to eat the main meal. Shao Yan also wanted to taste the staple food, so he grabbed a chopstick Xiaolongbao in his mouth. This bite almost made him sad.
Shao Yan's mouth-picking is not an ordinary pick. He was hungry and vicious when he was a child. After he developed, he didn't pick up or pick it up, but he paid special attention to the appetite. He used to promote six young apprentices who specialize in serving him meals, two exquisite pastries, two specializing in vegetarian food, and the other two wholeheartedly eating meat. There is not enough delicacy of abalone, sam, wing, belly, mountain, and the emperor's taste. To add a few words, he often feels uncomfortable to get something to eat by himself. It is conceivable that even Shao Gange and his wife felt it was like "Mediocre" cooking skills came to Shao Yan's mouth.
He thought that the sick meal in the hospital was just a special case, but he didn't realize that his meal would be comparable to that in the hospital.
Shao Yan had always eaten fruits to fill his stomach. There are many kinds of fruits in this era. Even the emperor's precious tangerines, lychees and mangos can be seen everywhere, and the taste is better than those eaten before. Anyway, with an empty stomach, Shao Yan changes to different fruits every day. , He feel very happy.But he can't just eat fruit forever!
She was still joking here, and when Shao Yan's pot was opened, she was left stunned. The strong aroma in the kitchen is at least ten times that of the smell in the room upstairs. As soon as Father Shao stepped into the kitchen, his eyes couldn't help but narrowed. He took a deep sniff and wanted to analyze what Shao Yan was doing. He couldn't help but feel more hungry after sniffing for a long time. Two pots of casserole were stewed on the flat stove, and when Shao Yan saw Father Shao come down, he just glanced at him, his hands kept moving.
In desperation, even though he was very tired from running, Shao Yan resigned himself to walk into the kitchen. The Aunt Liu from the Shao family was not surprised when he saw that he was about to make something to eat. Before coming to the original owner, she was afraid that he would make things by herself from time to time. It didn't matter if the cooking utensils were not used. The news of his amnesia was known to everyone in the Shao family. Although the cooking skills are not very good, his heart is very warm.
Seeing that Shao Yan's cutting of meat was a little slow at first, she became agile. Aunt Liu also laughed while washing the vegetables, saying that people who love to eat are different. They have forgotten everything, but how to cook but never forget what they eat.
Father Shao knew that his son had been quite calm since waking up, so he walked over and took a look, and saw that the dough in Shao Yan's pot was golden and oily, not like ordinary dough, so he couldn't help but ask. : "What are you doing here?"
"Noodles." Shao Yan had to use his hands hard and spoke very briefly.
Aunt Liu watched the process and couldn't help but explain to Father Shao: "Sir, you don't know how many good things are in this pot of noodles. There is no water in it. Yan Yan skimmed the oil from the chicken soup I had hanged for two days. He went in, and beat two goose eggs, just knocked out the bone marrow of the beef stick and put it inside. What is the method?"
Father Shao didn't know, he shook his head and saw that the noodles on Shao Yan's side had been mixed. It's almost there, round and round like a golden egg with its shell. Shao Yan covered his face with a damp cloth, and put on his gloves to uncover a casserole near the door.
The steam rushed out with a strong fragrance, and the mother Shao, who followed her husband into the kitchen, had the illusion that she was about to melt immediately. Father Shao's spirit was in a daze for the fragrance, and he returned to his mind to take a closer look. , He discovered that what was stewed in the casserole was a pot of reddish brown soup.
Shao Yan took a plate and scooped out a spoonful of soup to taste. When he saw Father Shao approaching, he hesitated for a while, and gave him one.
Father Shao took a half sip with the plate, a sip of the soup in his mouth, and he was reluctant to swallow it for a while. He hurriedly gave the half of the soup left in the plate to his wife, smashing his mouth and tentatively asked: "You are stewing sirloin. What's in it? Why is it so fragrant?"
"Beef tendon, nothing was added, just fry it before stewing." Shao Yan replied, "It's not simmered yet, and the soup is a bit sweet. This pot is not done well."
Father Shao almost knelt down to him after reminiscing about the taste of the thick soup, staring blankly to see that he sprinkled some salt into the pot and covered the pot, then opened the lid of the other casserole.
This is a pot of clear soup, the color of the soup is bright, only a few oil stars on the top, Shao Yan grabbed two handfuls of green onions from his hand and threw in a few garlic cloves, and closed the lid without taste.
When he turned around to make noodles, he ran into Father Shao, whose eyes were still on the beef stew pot. Shao Yan was stunned for a moment. He didn't want to speak, but when he thought of taking care of himself in the hospital for a month, he explained, "I don't drink this pot in the morning. It's too greasy. There are too many noodles. It must be served with clear soup."
He sprinkled some high-gluten flour on the chopping board, poured out the chicken soup dough, and didn't do much. After rolling it out, he took the knife to cut into several large pieces and then threw it into the boiling water pot that was tumbling on the induction cooker. Just fished it out.
The clear soup pot is almost simmering, and when you open the lid, you can see the green onion leaves that have begun to melt. Taking a spoon to fish out the green onion leaves, Shao Yan scooped a tablespoon of soup directly into the bowl of noodles.
The soup is clear and golden, sprinkled with a handful of green shallots and red and white shreds of ham. Shao Yan is not good at serving people, holding his own share and leaving. There are four or five dishes on the stove regardless of size. After the bowl of noodles, he have to eat himself to scoop the soup.
Father Shao was not angry either. He had now focused all of his attention on the pot of clear soup that was still slurping, and rushed up to scoop a large spoonful of clear soup. After grabbing a handful of green onions, Father Shao thought. I thought, I pushed it to my wife first.
The rim of the bowl was a little hot. On the way to the restaurant, Father Shao couldn't help taking a sip, and suddenly he felt a refreshing beef smell rushing from the throat into the limbs. Unlike the rich and fragrant stewed beef tendon, the clear soup is boiled with beef leg bones that have been cut off. I don't know how Shao Yan handles it. There is no beef smell in the soup, plus the green onions and garlic. The taste is incredible!
After swallowing a mouthful of soup, another mouthful, another mouthful, and another mouthful-Aunt Liu also scooped a spoonful of noodle soup. When she brought it out, she was a little puzzled when she saw Father Shao standing in front of the kitchen. She asked, "Sir, isn't it? The bowl is too hot? I'll help you serve it?" Father Shao came back to his senses at once, his face was a little embarrassed, and when he arrived, he casually blocked Aunt Liu's enthusiasm.
When the noodles were only imported, Father Shao knew that Aunt Liu's pot of chicken soup that had been hanging for two days was not in vain. He has never eaten such a delicious noodle in his life. There is no need to add flavor to the soup. The noodle itself can be regarded as a rare delicacy. The dough is just right and the ground is evenly thick, although it does not look like adding it. The fluffy ramen is as flexible as it is, but it is very soft and hard. The chicken broth melts the beef bone marrow and mixes into a unique fragrance. The thick, high-gluten noodles that are attached when the skin is rolled are now wrapped in the noodles. A soft and delicious protective layer outside the film. A bite of flavorful noodles and a bite of refreshing soup is a perfect match!
Every step turned out to be the cluster of flowers added to the brocade. Father Shao never knew that a bowl of noodles could be amazing.
Shao Yan was still unsatisfied. The hen soup was not well stewed, and he didn't know what spices Aunt Liu added. It almost overwhelms the sweetness of the chicken soup itself, and the noodles are a bit greasy. Impromptu ate half a bowl, and drank two more soups. When he felt that he was almost half full, Shao Yan stopped his chopsticks.
He eats slowly, eats a mouthful of noodles and eats slowly. The soup has to be scooped up with a spoon and blown before taking it in. It is not pretending to be a pretence, just because of habit. His former stomach was broken because of fleeing famine when he was a child. The thick tea and light meal are okay. Eating too much will cause colic. The imperial physician prescribed a prescription for nourishing the spleen and stomach. In addition to taking medicine, he strictly regulated his eating method, requiring him to take small mouthfuls of vegetables and meat, chewing more than 30 times per mouth, and not to eat too much. The prescription is quite effective. Shao Yan has been around for so many years, but now he can't change his body.
He still has half a bowl left, except for Mrs. Shao, Father Shao and Aunt Liu have almost finished eating. Father Shao usually dared not mess up too much with his identity, but Aunt Liu didn't pay attention to it. She drank the soup with her bowl upright, then sighed happily, gave Shao Yan a thumb, and shook it vigorously. few times.
"Yanyan, I usually see you using the oven to make dim sums, and I thought you were good at pastry. I didn't expect that the first time you cooked Chinese food, it was so good!"
This old aunt taught him how to use the gas stove and induction cooker. Shao Yan also liked her straightforward character. He smiled at her and said, "It's okay." He also made this meal gropingly. He was not used to palm fire, and he didn't know what some seasonings were. He just put it aside by instinct. He didn't expect that the stewed beef tendon in the pot was still pretty good even though the noodles tasted ordinary.
"You don't need to be modest at this point!" It is estimated that Father Shao, who hadn't praised his son since the child learned to walk, smiled at Shao Yan a little strangely. His smile was full of relief. "When you were a child, I sent you to talk to you. Grandpa learns to cook, and you are lazy and unknowledgeable and you steal what your grandpa made. I still think that you will have nothing to do with the Shao family's old business in this life. Now this way...this way..." Thinking of Dafang's current cold and windy situation, Shao's father sighed, nodded, and stopped talking. He glanced at the half bowl of noodles left in Shao Yan's bowl, and asked, "Why is there still?"
Shao Yan said, "I haven't eaten meat for too long, now I can't eat it."
Tsk Tsk, Shao's father stretched out his arm and looked natural. He dragged the leftover half bowl of noodles to his side, changed his usual pretense, and looked like a good father who was brave enough to eat the leftovers of his children.