v2 Chapter 99： 3 non-stick

Qi Jiang Weiming led Jiang Yong into the kitchen and introduced Jiang Weiguo: "This is my second son Jiang Yong."

"Seven uncles." Jiang Yong said hello, but there was a hint of alienation in his tone.

"No luggage?" Jiang Weiguo's entry point was very strange.

"He can't live. I will cook for him on the plane at night. Xiaofeng, help me get five eggs and two packets of sugar." Jiang Weiming said, wash his hands first.

Qiujiang Weiming took the yolks of five eggs and poured them into a bag of white sugar, mung bean starch and water, and dispersed. The mixture of sugar, egg yolk and starch is difficult to stir. Jiang Feng wants to help, Jiang Weiming refuses to let it go, he must do it all by himself.

Stir well, add a little water and stir again, sieve and strain it twice, pour it into a pot, heat up with lard, and stir with a large spoon.

The spoon is not away from the fire, and the fire is not away from the spoon.

Qijiang Feng vaguely saw what Jiang Weiming was doing.

Thirty-three non-stick.

Thirty-three non-stick is a famous snack in Anyang, Henan, but it is often linked to Northeast cuisine. It was rumored that the emperor who liked to go down to the south of the river had eaten Longyan Yue, but Jiang Feng had never eaten it.

This dish, heavy oil and sugar, is extremely laborious to make. Jiang Jiankang won't, and the old man will not do it. The main thing is to make a genuine authentic non-stick plate, non-stick teeth, non-stick chopsticks, etc. The requirements are very high, and the surface must be smooth, flat and round. If the heat is not good, oil and sugar will leak, and the color of the sticky pan will change.

For an elderly man in his nineties, Jiang Weiming, the difficulty of this dish is increasing exponentially.

The egg liquid in the shabu-shabu has become as muddy, Jiang Weiming added another spoonful of lard to it, and continued to stir.

He had to stir quickly for another seven or eight minutes, and then had to turn the spoon. Three or four hundred strokes of his hands were needed to achieve results. He had to add a few more lard in the middle and change the heat until the three in the pot did not change. It's smooth, round and shaped.

Wei Jiang Weiming has been stirring for three minutes.

If Jiang Feng was stirred for three minutes like this and kept stirring at such a high speed, he should be tired, and his arms might be a little sore and numb. Jiang Wei obviously did the same. His arm holding the iron spoon began to tremble, fine sweat beads appeared on his forehead, and the stirring speed was obviously slowed down.

"Okay, Sanbuzhen, I haven't eaten, don't do it, I'll catch the plane and leave first." Jiang Yong didn't want to watch it anymore, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

"Wait a minute, it's almost ready, there are still five minutes, five minutes will be all right." Jiang Weiming looked at the pot, his hands kept moving.

Qi Jiangyong wanted to leave, but his feet were nailed to the ground.

Qi Jiangfeng looked at the pot.

The shabu-shabu in the shabu-shabu is close to being formed, and Jiang Weiming is scooping it.

It is not as critical as usual for cooking, so that the sauce is evenly made, and the three non-sticks are continuously poured to make the three non-sticks evenly heated, non-sticky, and rounded out, without a trace of edges and sharp unevenness.

不 In a sense, Sanbuzhan is also a gospel for patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Scoop out the pot.

The formed three non-sticks slid directly from the pot into the pan, and bounced a bit when entering the pan, if it was frozen.

The Q bomb of jelly is because of gelatin, because it is rich in fibrin. Sanbuzhi This traditional dessert made entirely of egg yolk, sugar, oil and mung bean starch can also compare well with industrial products such as jelly in taste.

"Taste it." Jiang Weiming is really tired, this dish is too physically demanding and is not suitable for his age chef, "Xiao Feng, you try it too."

Yongjiang never moved.

Fengjiang Feng saw that Jiang never moved and did not want to dig the first spoon, but then thought that if neither of them ate, it would be embarrassing for Jiang Weiming, so he took a spoon and dug a small piece.

Twenty-three is non-stick, just like a chicken cake. A spoon is used to dig out a small piece.

Entrance.

The taste is a bit like jelly, delicate, sweet, smooth, and there is an egg fragrance.

A dessert with such heavy sugar and oil, but not greasy at all. Jiang Weiming added so much oil that he couldn't see it in the pan, he couldn't see it in the pan either. He was wrapped in three non-sticks, but when he ate, he didn't feel oily.

"It's delicious." Jiang Feng originally wanted to boast this dessert with some more advanced four-character idioms.

He Naihe has no culture and is delicious.

At first glance, it did not stick.

的 Gospel for dishwashers.

Han Jiangyong looked at the lack of a mouthful of Sanbuzhi.

This is the dish he most wanted to eat before he was 19 years old.

He knew since childhood that his dad was partial. His elder brother is a full ten years older than him. His dad has loved his elder brother habitually, and has no extra love for him ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Because Jiang Weiming is the chef of the state-owned restaurant, the family never lacks Oil and water, but sugar is still a rarity. His eldest brother loves to eat three without sticking. Every year on his birthday, his dad cooks for his eldest brother, a very small one, without his share.

He asks for three non-sticks on his birthday every year. Actually, he doesn't like sweets. He just wants to get the same treatment and the same love as his elder brother, but his dad never took it to heart and never made it for him.

The year he was admitted to college, his eldest brother was going to get married, and his family was out of money and borrowed a lot. His father only bought him a ticket for tuition, and the living expenses were only 10 yuan. Corn buns, pickles are reluctant to buy, otherwise there is no money for the ticket to go home.

第一 In the first year of working, he took nearly half a year's salary to Peiping, the most authentic restaurant in Sanping, and ate it for half a month. When he vomited, he felt sick when he saw eggs and sugar.

爸 His father raised him for 19 years, and he also paid back his father for 19 years.

"When you were a kid, you always clamored for this dish." Jiang Weiming said suddenly.

"You are spicy, I always felt that you were deliberately fighting with your brother, so I never took it to heart."

"You are old now, so you can see how biased my heart is."

"I don't mean anything else, just want to have strength when I see you, to try it for you."

Yongjiang Yong tasted it.

He is not the best, but he wants it.

"Dad, when Xiaoran gets married, I'll pick you up for the wedding. I'll catch the plane and leave first." Jiang Yongdao left quickly.

Wei Jiang Weiming smiled.

He knew that his son would not forgive him.

But at least recognize him.

I finally called his dad again.