Chapter 563: Su Zaozi

It takes a while for the elbows to be simmered in Suzao soup, to fully release the flavor of those spices and cook them into the elbows.

Because the family uses an earthen stove, Feng Yifan needs to pay attention to the fire anytime and anywhere.

The fire can't be too big, but it can't be completely without fire.

An earthen stove needs to maintain an even fire, which is also a test of the skill of the fire burner.

Although Feng Yifan has only returned home not long ago, when he was helping his mother light the fire yesterday, he was also deliberately studying and mastering how to control the fire of the clay stove.

Coupled with the fact that he was familiar with cooking this morning and at noon, now Feng Yifan can control the firepower well.

It can also know when to add firewood and when to pull the bellows according to the situation in the furnace.

During this process, you have to listen to domestic movements at any time, and roughly judge the degree of elbow stewing based on the sound of "gurgling" in the pot.

After stewing for about 20 minutes, Feng Yifan lifted the lid of the pot and prepared to prick the skin with a bamboo stick.

And before I started to pierce it, the moment I lifted the lid of the pot, the rich aroma was accompanied by the heat, permeating the entire kitchen.

Smelling the scent, Feng Yifan and his father-in-law looked at each other, and both Weng and his son-in-law immediately laughed.

Because of the scent, both Weng and his son-in-law knew that there was nothing wrong with the formula this time.

In fact, various spices and seasonings, when combined with meat during the blending process, can easily and completely release the flavor. If the taste is right, it will add flavor to the meat.

And if it is not right, the taste will be greatly deviated.

Feng Yifan beat the froth a little, and pricked the surface of the elbow with a bamboo stick.

After finishing, Feng Yifan put the lid on the pot again.

Then the fire in the hearth was adjusted. Instead of using a concentrated fire to remove the top, it should be stewed slowly with a gentle fire.

Su Jinrong looked at his son-in-law's series of operations, and couldn't help nodding: "It seems that you have made great progress over the years. Being able to master the fire of the earthen stove so quickly shows that you have also worked hard in the past two days. This time, Su made soup successfully. After that Then we can gradually restore various Su-made dishes.”

Feng Yifan smiled and responded: "Dad,

Do you feel that this soup made by Su is actually a bit similar to our old stew for cooking meat? "

Su Jinrong nodded: "It is indeed very similar, but there are not so many spices in the old stew, and the taste of the old stew is too strong."

Feng Yifan went on to say: "Actually, spices are used to remove the miscellaneous flavors from the meat, and to stimulate and increase the aroma of the meat itself. To be honest, I think such a pot of soup made with Su can be used to cook meat. Of course, the taste may not be as good as that of Laolu."

Su Jinrong said: "Just cook it a few more times."

Feng Yifan smiled and nodded, in fact it was true.

The key to the old stew is that it contains the taste that is superimposed after the meat is continuously stewed.

Therefore, Feng Yifan's current pot of Su-made soup has not yet completely become Su-made soup, and needs to be used again and again to gradually increase the meat content in it, so as to finally achieve a relatively good taste.

After another half an hour of stewing, Feng Ruoruo ran in from the outside again.

"Dad, look at what time it is, why haven't you finished your things yet?"

Seeing his daughter running in and yelling, Feng Yifan asked with a smile, "What's the matter? Are Ruoruo hungry? When you woke up from your afternoon nap, didn't you eat the snacks you brought back with Brother Haohao?"

Feng Ruoruo pursed her lips and said, "But it's getting late now, grandma said it's almost five o'clock, Dad, you need to cook earlier."

Feng Yifan responded to his daughter with a smile: "Okay, don't worry, Ruoruo, Dad has already prepared dinner for tonight."

Hearing his father said that he was ready, Feng Ruoruo was a little curious: "Oh, Dad, are you ready? What are we going to eat tonight?"

Feng Yifan smiled slightly, walked to the washbasin next to the clay stove, and lifted the lid on it.

"Look, Dad will steam steamed buns for you tonight, steam a hollow steamed bun, and then make the elbows, then everyone can use the hollow steamed buns to sandwich the elbow meat, and dad will make a millet porridge to relieve the greasy, if Do you think Dad's arrangement is good?"

Before Feng Ruoruo could speak, another voice from outside said, "Okay, this arrangement is great."

Hearing the sound, everyone turned around and saw Yue Qingsong poking in from outside the kitchen.

Seeing Yue Qingsong poking his head in, Feng Yifan couldn't help but asked with a smile, "Aren't you going back tonight? Are you going to eat at our house tonight?"

Yue Qingsong was not polite at all: "Of course, when a cook like you comes back, we must eat a few more meals, or is it not a loss?"

Feng Yifan said: "Actually, today's elbow, I still try the ingredients, maybe the taste..."

Before Feng Yifan finished speaking, Yue Qingsong interrupted him directly: "What's the matter? The chef doesn't want us to eat?"

Hearing Faxiao's seemingly serious jokes, he saw a playful smile on Faxiao's face.

Feng Yifan could only say: "Okay, okay, stay and have a taste together."

Feng Ruoruo immediately said: "Father, if Ruoruo believes in you, it will definitely be delicious."

Feng Yifan responded to his daughter with a smile: "Okay, with my little baby cheering on Dad, then Dad will definitely work hard to make this elbow delicious."

While speaking, Su Jinrong glanced at the time to remind: "Is it almost there?"

After his father-in-law said this, Feng Yifan also stood up, leaned closer to the lid of the pot and listened to the sound in the pot.

Listening to the sound, he felt that it should be similar, so Feng Yifan lifted the wooden lid of the cauldron.

The moment the lid was lifted, the rich meaty aroma rose, accompanied by the aroma of spices, and the whole kitchen was filled with aroma again, making people feel their index fingers move just by smelling it.

Father and son Yue Qingsong and Yue Qihao first exclaimed together: "It smells so good."

Feng Ruoruo couldn't wait to get closer to the pot to have a look.

Fortunately, grandpa held her back, otherwise the little girl might be scalded by the hot steam if she got close.

Feng Yifan fanned the mist away, carefully looked at the elbows in the pot, and made sure that the elbows were cooked well, so he took out the elbows with an iron spoon and shovel.

At the same time, quickly pull out the fire in the hearth, so that the temperature of the hearth will not rise, and then use a small pot to fill out the remaining Suzao soup in the big pot.

After putting away the soup, Feng Yifan came back and took the elbow apart.

Under the watchful eyes of Yue Qingsong and Yue Qihao, father and son, Feng Yifan sliced ​​his elbow, which was still very hot, with a knife.

Seeing this scene, Yue Qingsong couldn't help but said: "Yifan, don't you feel hot?"

Feng Yifan raised his hand and said, "It's a bit hot, but in this process, you only need to master the timing of the contact and the strength of the knife, so that it is fast, accurate and ruthless. It's only a moment of contact, and it won't burn your hands."

While talking, Feng Yifan gave a demonstration.

Under Yue Qingsong's watchful eye, he saw Fa Xiao slashing the knife, and tapped his hot elbow lightly with his other hand, even with such a light tap, the knife quickly sliced ​​off a piece of meat.

The whole process, just like Feng Yifan himself said, was fast and ruthless.

Seeing Yue Qingsong was even a little unbelievable.

It was watching Feng Yifan cut through the mess with a sharp knife, and quickly sliced ​​the boneless elbow.

After watching the whole process, Yue Qingsong felt like watching an art performance.

After all the films were finished, Feng Yifan sat on a casserole on the small stove next to the clay stove.

First heat the casserole, then touch the bottom of the pan with oil, then spread a layer of white radish slices that have been blanched in water to remove the smell, and then place the elbow meat slices one by one.

Then put soy sauce, rice wine, rock sugar, green onion and ginger, and two mushrooms in it, cover the casserole pot and simmer over low heat.

Seeing this, Feng Ruoruo couldn't help asking: "Dad, can't you eat?"

Feng Yifan smiled and replied to his daughter: "Not yet, the taste is not fully tasted yet, we still need to wait patiently, and then Dad still needs to steam the steamed buns."

Hearing that his father said that he wanted to steam steamed buns, Feng Ruoruo immediately thought of playing with the dough, and immediately forgot to eat it.

The little girl hurriedly said with an expectant face, "Okay, Dad, steam the steamed buns quickly."

Seeing Feng Ruoruo looking forward to steaming the steamed buns, Yue Qingsong asked curiously, "Oh? Does Ruoruo like noodles?"

Feng Yifan shook his head and said, "No, Ruoruo urged me to steam the steamed buns because she wanted to ask me for dough to play with."

After saying that, Feng Yifan uncovered the noodle bowl, and took out the steamed dough from inside.

First, knead the dough on the chopping board to squeeze out the air in the dough and make the dough smooth again.

During this process, Feng Ruoruo's face was full of anticipation, waiting for his father to give him dough to play with.

But seeing that his father didn't give it to himself until he kneaded the dough, Feng Ruoruo couldn't help feeling a little anxious: "Dad, where is Ruoruo's dough?"

Feng Yifan immediately turned around and gathered up the remaining noodles in the basin, forming two large doughs and handing them to his daughter.

"Here you are, these two, you and Brother Haohao, one for each, okay?"

Feng Ruoruo reached out to take the dough, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, brother Haohao and I are one by one."

Then, the little girl turned around and ran to the kitchen door, casually handing one of them to Yue Qihao who was poking his head at the kitchen door.

"Brother Haohao is here for you, this is very fun, you can make a lot of things."

Yue Qihao naturally knew that dough could be kneaded, and every time grandma made dough, he would really want to ask grandma to come and play.

But most of the time, they will be stopped by their own mother.

Seeing the dough handed over by his sister today, and he was not too small, Yue Qihao hesitated, and looked up at his father beside him.

Yue Qingsong said with a smile: "Okay, my sister will take it for you, and you can take my sister to play together."

The result was not that Yue Qihao took his sister to play, but just the other way around.

After Yue Qihao took the dough, Feng Ruoruo took the initiative to pull his brother to play on the small table outside: "Brother Haohao, let's pinch ducklings and play together."

Feng Ruoruo has been raising ducklings for two days, and she really has a soft spot for ducklings, and she has to pinch ducklings when playing with dough.

When the children went out to play, Feng Yifan naturally continued making noodles in the kitchen.

After the dough was reconciled, he made another dough alone.

Then first make the dough that has not been fermented into small doughs, apply a layer of oil on the surface, then wrap the outside with the fermented dough, and finally form a steamed bun.

Seeing this scene, Yue Qingsong asked a little strangely: "Yifan, why do you want to make steamed buns like this?"

Without waiting for Feng Yifan to answer, Su Jinrong said with a smile: "This is to make hollow steamed buns. After steaming, you can take out the heart inside, and then turn them into hollow steamed buns, which can be used to clamp the Su-made elbows. food."

After hearing the explanation, Yue Qingsong was also a little surprised: "So it's still possible to do this?"

Feng Yifan finished a batch of steamed buns, put them in a big steamer, and then put them on top of a big pot to start steaming.

"It's not that I tried Su-made elbows today, so I have to prepare these hollow steamed buns, otherwise eating only elbows will be too boring."

After the steamed buns are steamed, the elbows are already simmering on a low fire, and the rest of the time is waiting.

While waiting, Feng Yifan and his father-in-law continued to discuss some recipes for Su's soup.

Yue Qingsong leaned in and listened, interjecting a few words from time to time, sharing some of his own opinions.

What's interesting is that although Yue Qingsong doesn't know how to cook, some of his opinions are quite interesting.

For example, he feels that the ratio of spices does not need to be taken too seriously, because ordinary people may not be able to taste the difference.

"Yifan, you and Uncle Rong are cooks, so you have a pursuit of this food, but ordinary people are good or bad, who will taste the different spices throughout the year, will there be any different tastes? "

Hearing Yue Qingsong's words, Feng Yifan and his father-in-law looked at each other and smiled.

Then, Feng Yifan said: "Qingsong, you are right, but as a cook, you can't just let it go. Any cook should try to make every dish the best. Keeping improving is what a chef should do."

Saying this to Feng Yifan really made Yue Qingsong feel reasonable.

At the same time, Yue Qingsong seemed to understand that why he became such a top chef after he was sent out as a child may be because of this attitude of striving for perfection.

Su Jinrong also said at this time: "When the chefs of the older generation teach their apprentices, they will first teach the apprentices a life lesson. If you want to be a good cook, you must first be a good person. Things must be cautious enough, and they must be done with 12 points of seriousness."

Yue Qingsong nodded and said, "Uncle Rong, I've been educated, it seems that my thinking is really simple."

Feng Yifan patted Faxiao on the shoulder: "It's not that you think so simply, it's because you are not a cook, as you said, ordinary diners may not be able to taste the nuances in the ratio of spices, but we chefs, since we are telling others this dish The origin of the dish, we must ensure that this dish is suitable.”

Yue Qingsong heard this and asked: "Oh? Yifan, what is your history with this elbow?"

Feng Yifan smiled and pointed to the pot to fill it out, and started to simmer the elbow soup: "This pot of soup has a history. The name of this pot of soup is "Su Zao Soup". It is a secret recipe handed down by Su Ji's ancestors."

Being said like this, Yue Qingsong immediately exclaimed: "What? A secret recipe handed down from one's family? Wow, then today I am lucky."

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