Chapter 563： Su made the elbow

It takes a while for the knuckles to be simmered in the Souzao soup to fully release the flavor of the spices and boil them into the knuckles.

Because the home uses earthen stoves, 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 either.

Earthen stoves need to maintain a uniform fire, which is also a test of the fire-burning skills.

Although Feng Yifan just returned home not long ago, when he helped his mother set the fire yesterday, he also deliberately studied and mastered how to control the fire in the earthen stove.

Coupled with the familiarity with cooking this morning and noon, now Feng Yifan can control the firepower.

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

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

After about 20 minutes of simmering, Feng Yifan lifted the lid of the pot and prepared to tie a stick on the skin with a bamboo stick.

And the moment he opened the lid of the pot before he even started to pierce it, the rich scent filled the entire kitchen with the heat rising.

Sniffing the scent, Feng Yifan and his father-in-law looked at each other, and both Weng-in-law suddenly laughed.

Because of this scent, both Weng and Son knew that there was no problem with the formula this time.

In fact, various spices and seasonings, when combined with meat in the process of blending, can easily fully release the flavor. If the flavor is correct, it will enhance the flavor of the meat.

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

Feng Yifan hit the froth slightly, and pierced the surface of his elbow with a bamboo stick.

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

Then the fire in the furnace was adjusted. Instead of using the set fire to top it, you should use a gentle low fire to slowly stew and taste.

Su Jinrong looked at the series of operations performed by his son-in-law and couldn’t help nodding: “It seems that you have made a lot of 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. Then you can start to gradually recover all kinds of Su-made vegetables."

Feng Yifan smiled and responded, "Dad, do you think that this soup made from Su-made soup is actually a bit similar to the old stew in our family's delicacy?"

Su Jinrong nodded: "It is indeed similar, but there are not so many spices in Lao Lao, and Lao Lao has a heavy taste."

Feng Yifan went on to say: "In fact, they use spices to remove the unpleasant taste of the meat, to stimulate and increase the aroma of the meat itself. To be honest, I think such a pot of su to make soup can be used to make meat. Of course, the taste may not be as good as the taste of old stew."

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

Feng Yifan smiled and nodded, which is indeed the case.

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

Therefore, Feng Yifan's current pot of Suzaotang has not yet fully become Suzaotang. It needs to be used again and again, gradually increasing the meat content in it, in order to finally achieve a better taste.

After being simmered for about half an hour, Feng Ruoruo ran in again from outside.

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

Feng Yifan saw her daughter rushing in and yelled, and smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Ruoruo is hungry? You took a nap, didn't you eat the snacks you brought back with Brother Haohao?"

Feng Ruoruo pursed her small mouth and said, "But it's too late now. Grandma said it's almost five o'clock. Dad, you want to cook earlier."

Feng Yifan responded with a smile to his daughter: "Okay, if you can rest assured, Dad has prepared dinner for the evening."

Feng Ruoruo was a little curious when he heard his father say that he was ready: "Ah, are you ready, father? What are we going to eat tonight?"

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

"Look, dad will steam buns for you in the evening, steam a hollow bun, and then prepare the elbows. Then everyone can use the hollow buns to sandwich the elbow meat and eat, and dad will make a millet porridge to relieve the greasiness. If you think Dad’s arrangement is good?"

Before Feng Ruoruo could speak, another voice was already outside: "Okay, this arrangement is great."

Hearing the sound, everyone turned their heads and saw Yue Qingsong probe in from outside the kitchen.

Seeing Yue Qingsong's probe coming in, Feng Yifan couldn't help but smiled and asked: "Aren't you going back tonight? You want to eat at our house at night?"

Yue Qingsong is not polite at all: "Of course, you are such a big cook back, we must eat a few more meals, otherwise it is not a loss?"

Feng Yifan said: "In fact, for this elbow today, I still try the ingredients, maybe it tastes..."

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

Hearing Faxiao's seemingly serious joke, he saw Faxiao's joking smile.

Feng Yifan could only say: "Okay, OK, stay and taste it together."

Feng Ruoruo immediately said, "Dad, if I believe you, I will definitely make it delicious."

Feng Yifan smiled and responded to her daughter: "Okay, if my little baby cheers on Dad, then Dad will definitely work hard to make this elbow delicious."

While speaking, Su Jinrong glanced at the time to remind: "It's almost there, right?"

When his father-in-law said so, Feng Yifan also stood up, leaned close to the lid and listened to the sound in the pot.

Listening to the sound, it felt like it should be the same, and Feng Yifan lifted the wooden lid on the cauldron.

The moment the lid was opened, the rich meaty aroma, accompanied by the aroma of spices rose, and the whole kitchen was filled with aroma again, making people feel the index finger move when they just smell it.

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

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

Fortunately, she was held by her grandfather, otherwise the little girl might be scalded by the hot water vapor if she got close.

Feng Yifan fanned out the mist with a fan, 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 spatula.

At the same time, quickly pull out the fire in the furnace, so that the temperature in the furnace does not rise any more, and then use a small pot to pour out the remaining Souzao soup in the large pot.

When the soup was collected, Feng Yifan came back to remove the bones of his elbows.

Under the gaze of the father and son Yue Qingsong and Yue Qihao, Feng Yifan's elbow, which was still very hot, was sliced ​​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 this process only requires mastering the timing of contact, and the strength of the knife, so that it is fast and accurate. It is only a moment of contact, and it will not be hot."

While talking, Feng Yifan gave a demonstration.

Under Yue Qingsong's gaze, when he saw the moment when the knife was being cut, he tapped the hot elbow with the other hand, and just tapped so gently, the knife quickly sliced ​​off a piece of meat.

The whole process, as Feng Yifan himself said, was quick and accurate.

Seeing Yue Qingsong is even a little weird.

Just seeing Feng Yifan cut the numbness with a sharp knife, quickly sliced ​​the boneless elbow.

After really watching the whole process, Yue Qingsong has a feeling of watching an art performance.

After all the films were over, Feng Yifan took a casserole on the small stove next to the earthen stove.

Heat the casserole first, then oil the bottom of the pot, and then spread a layer of white radish slices that have been blanched in advance to remove the smell, and then place the elbow slices one by one.

Then put soy sauce, rice wine, rock sugar, green onion and **** in it, and put two shiitake mushrooms in it. Cover the pot of the casserole and simmer over a low fire.

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

Feng Yifan smiled and replied to her daughter: "It's not enough, it's not fully tasty yet. We still need to be patient and wait a while, and then dad still needs steamed buns."

Hearing his father said he wanted to steam buns, Feng Ruoruo suddenly thought that he could play dough, and immediately forgot to eat it.

The little girl quickly looked expectant and said, "Okay, dad, hurry up and steam the buns."

Seeing Feng Ruoruo looking forward to steaming buns, Yue Qingsong asked curiously: "Oh? Ruoruo likes noodles?"

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

After that, Feng Yifan uncovered the basin of Fu Mian and took out the dough of Fu from the inside.

First, the dough was kneaded on the chopping board, and the air in the dough was continuously squeezed out to make the dough smooth again.

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

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

Feng Yifan immediately turned around to gather up the rest of the noodles in the basin, and gave them two large dough **** to his daughter.

"Here you are, these two, you and Brother Haohao are one person, 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 door of the kitchen, casually handing one of them to Yue Qihao who was probing his head at the door of the kitchen.

"Brother Haohao, give it to you, this is very fun, you can pinch a lot of things."

Naturally, Yue Qihao knows that dough can knead things, and every time his grandma makes noodles, he also wants to find grandma to come and play.

But in most cases, it will be stopped by his own mother.

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

Yue Qingsong smiled and said: "Okay, take it to you sister, you take your sister to play together."

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

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

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

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

After the dough was made up, he made another dough separately.

Then, the dough without hair is made into a small dough, and a layer of oil is spread on the surface, and then the dough is wrapped on the outside to form a steamed bun.

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

Before Feng Yifan could answer, Su Jinrong smiled and said, "He is to make hollow steamed buns. After steaming, he can take out the heart inside, and then it becomes a hollow steamed bun, which can be used to hold the elbow made by Su. food."

After listening to the explanation, Yue Qingsong was also a little surprised: "So it can still be like this?"

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

"This is not a test of Su-made elbows today, so we have to prepare the hollow buns, otherwise it will be too tired to eat elbows by then."

After steaming the buns, the elbows over there are already simmering in a small fire, and the rest of the time is waiting.

While waiting, Feng Yifan and his father-in-law continued to discuss some formulas of Su Zao Tang.

Yue Qingsong leaned in and listened, and from time to time he would insert a few words to talk about some of his own opinions.

What's interesting is that although Yue Qingsong doesn't know how to cook, he has some interesting points.

For example, he feels that those spice ratios don't actually need to be too serious, because ordinary people may not appreciate the difference.

"Yifan, you and Uncle Rong are cooks, so you have a pursuit of this thing, but ordinary people are delicious and not delicious. Who will taste the different spices throughout the year? Will there be any different flavors? "

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

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

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

At the same time, Yue Qingsong seemed to understand why he was able to become such a top chef today after he was born as a kid, probably because of this attitude of excellence.

Su Jinrong also said at this time: "When the older generation of chefs teach apprentices, they will first give them a life lesson. To be a good cook, you must first be a good person. You have to be serious enough with yourself, you have to be cautious enough to do things, and you have to take twelve points of seriousness to do well."

After hearing this, Yue Qingsong nodded and said, "Uncle Rong, I have been taught. It seems that I really wanted something simple."

Feng Yifan patted his shoulders: "It's not that you think it simply, it's because you are not a cook, just like you said, ordinary diners may not be able to taste the subtle difference in the spice ratio, but we are the chef, since we are telling others this. The origin of the dish must be guaranteed to match the dish."

Yue Qingsong asked, "Oh? Yifan, does your elbow have any origin?"

Feng Yifan smiled and pointed at the pot that was filled, and at the beginning the soup of the elbow was simmered: "This pot of soup has a history. This pot of soup is called "Su Zao Tang", which is a secret recipe passed down by the ancestor of Su Ji."

When said this, Yue Qingsong suddenly exclaimed: "What? An ancestral secret recipe? Wow, then I have a good food today."

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