A drunken word, the true meaning of the word.

Even if the soup is swept six times, it cannot meet the standard required by Mr. Huang, and the chicken must be "drunk" with the chicken that sweeps the soup.

Drunk is also poured, so it is also called "falling soup".

In fact, after six sweeps, the impurities in the broth were almost completely removed, and even if they were, they were not visible to the naked eye.

The word "drunk" or "degraded" refers to the accumulation of flavor in the dashi itself.

The minced chicken is then stewed to soften the combination of color, aroma and flavor of the broth, adding a mellow and aftertaste to the broth.

After the drunken soup is completed, the soup is bright orange and clear like tea.

There is no trace of grease on the surface of the soup, and you can see the bottom of the pot even in a deep soup pot.

Boiling cabbage is inseparable from this only visible ingredient.

"The vegetable should not be higher than three and a half inches, and the northern cabbage with thick leaf green flesh is the first choice."

——This is the selection standard of cabbage, simple but not simple.

The cabbage in the north is the sweetest and tenderest, and among the various varieties of cabbage, there is a little-known early spring cabbage.

This kind of budding to growing, only pulling leaves and not scattering leaves, just straight upward, can grow to half a human height.

Its stems and leaves are slender and resemble a beauty, and it is the best for making boiled cabbage.

The cabbage simply planted in the back mountain of Lin Chou can obviously meet this standard under the care of the system's black technology.

Wash and break the cabbage, remove the large-leaf vegetable sticks, and leave only the three-leaf tender heart.

The tender heart, which has not seen light all year round, has a light pink yellow color, and has a fragrance like morning dew.

Use a long silver needle thinner than a human hair to pierce along the white thread-like veins at the bottom of the leaf to destroy its "tendons" to achieve the softest taste and facilitate the soup to penetrate into every part of the leaf.

There are not many veins in the young leaves, but there are twenty or thirty of them, and each one has to be pierced.

Lin Chou did it carefully, once the silver needle broke through the veins and penetrated into the flesh of the vegetable leaves, it would leave a small scar, although it was imperceptible, but it could no longer be called a perfect cabbage.

After doing this, Lin Chou breathed a sigh of relief.

The soup is divided into two pots and turned on a slight heat at the same time to keep it unboiled, which is commonly known as the "chrysanthemum heart".

Fill the cabbage with a colander, submerge it in a pot of soup and remove it immediately, and then use a spoon to serve the soup and slowly pour it over the top of the cabbage.

The tender heart of the cabbage is gradually spread out into petals when heated, and continue to be watered several times until the cabbage is soft and tender, translucent and revealing a fresh yellow-green color.

Take a few white porcelain bowls and place the blanched cabbage at the bottom of the bowl.

A chicken fir fungus with buds to be put is torn into a hair-like mycelium.

Three sticks per bowl, so that one end of the bowl is curled in a clockwork shape and the other end hangs into the bowl.

Finally, scoop another pot of undrizzled broth into a bowl and soak the cabbage and mycelium a little bit.

Boiling water cabbage, you're done.

"Whew."

Lin Chou pulled the white towel hanging next to him and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead,

"Boiling cabbage, good ...... it! ”

As soon as I looked up, I don't know when, countless heads were crowded at the kitchen door, their eyes were bigger than the other, and their chins were dragging longer than the other.

"What, what's going on?"

Lin Chou asked three times in a row, and everyone came back to their senses.

The eyes of the little round face were very frightened,

"Handsome boss... What did you do... Is it boiling water cabbage?? ”

Lin Chou nodded contentedly, gritting his teeth,

"Yes, boiling cabbage, it's not very good, take care of it."

“... This... Still... No... Too... Good??? ”

The tall and thin man had dull eyes and muttered to himself,

"Xiaoxiao, I don't think you spent the 150,000 yuan unjustly at all."

The little round face nodded blankly,

"Chef, it's really horrible... Ouch, give me a boost, I can't move my neck... Hiss... It hurts..."

...

Three minutes later, the girls in the dining room were seated in rows, upright, and three times more serious than the elementary school students who were in class.

In front of no one was a delicate white porcelain soup bowl, as thin as paper.

The little round face swallowed his saliva,

"Really, do you really want to eat it?"

The tall and thin man had a tangled face, bit his lip and said,

"Eat, of course you have to eat, wouldn't it be a disappointment to the handsome boss if you don't eat."

The tears of the little round face are about to flow out,

"I'm so reluctant..."

Then

"Knock knock."

Xia Dasha put the bowl in front of Lin Chou,

"It's delicious, Brother Chou will have another bowl!"

Lin Chou couldn't, so he had to move the pot of "waste soup" that had been poured with cabbage.

The mountain master has quick eyes and quick hands,

"Lying trough little rabbit cub, leave a bowl for your grandfather Dashan!"

Wu Ke was just about to squeeze over, and a big foot kicked him out of the door.

“...”

The girls who saw this scene actually had a trace of envy in their eyes, and they thought that the person who was competing for the waste soup by the soup pot was herself.

Jiang Nu gently plucked a bowl of clear soup with a silver spoon, the color was as clear as tea and water, and her delicate face was reflected in it, as if she had an ink painting-like charm.

Whether a bowl of soup is good or bad, its color represents everything.

The best soup has a fantastic, bright but not harsh moisturizer, full and warm.

- It is the warmth and comfort that can be clearly perceived by sight.

The cabbage sum wandering in the soup walked alone with the plucking of the silver spoon, revealing coldness and arrogance in the silence.

Just like the pen in the hand of the literati, the sword on the waist of the knight.

Singing in a lonely boat at night, fishing a river of wind and snow!

At this time, the hesitant and tangled little round face on the side finally made up his mind, scooped up a spoonful of "boiling water", and put it in his mouth.

Suddenly, her eyes widened, her pupils dilated, her nose kept moving, and small beads of sweat poured out of her forehead.

"Woooooo

After dancing for a long time, she gradually quieted down and slowly closed her eyes.

The little round face has a thousand sails in his heart, and a thousand words are gathered into one sentence,

"Boss, can you add soup!!"

Lin Chou licked his lips and gritted his teeth,

"Plus!"

The customer is God, and the pot of soup that has not been used up is not left!

The next time you make boiling cabbage, you don't have to start from scratch......

Lin Chou was desperate when he thought about it, it was a full seven hours, seven hours without even a second of rest.

mad。

Drip.

"The boss's little secret task is completed, reward: intelligence +1, you can plant a few bamboo seedlings."

"Under the wise guidance of this system, the host has performed remarkably in this continuous mission, and the system is very pleased, and hereby gives a special verbal reward:

Well done, keep up the good work. ”

Lin Chou clenched his fists.

- He swears that one day, he'll take the damn system out of the pestle and hang it up to dry, so that it can feel the caresses from the "lower primates"!!

In fact, there is a bit of pride in my heart, and it has nothing to do with the praise of the damn system and the satisfaction of everyone.

The most ordinary ingredients, the most extraordinary tastes, isn't it a goal that a chef can aspire to for a living?