v2 Chapter 182： Yam

In all fairness, Jiang Feng feels that Jiang Jiankang's vegetable rolls today are not as delicious as the leftovers and pasta noodles of the past, and there is no taste. The leftovers are fragrant once again, and with Jiang Jiankang's exquisite hand-rolled noodles, the leftovers and noodles are actually delicious.

After having breakfast, Jiang Feng helped cut the vegetables, and then he was ready to start drawing yam.

During the game update card bug, he looked at the method of drawing yam when he was idle. In addition, the practice of drawing yam after the year was all yam and sweet potato. Making this dish is also a small experience, as long as it is not oil and sugar There is no possibility of rollover.

After cooking in a healthy cooking restaurant, there is not much else, that is, there are many stoves, and they are close to each other. Sometimes at noon, Jiang Jiankang's pot moves more. When Jiang Feng turns around, he can hit his right hand.

The yam is fresh. It was just delivered by the supplier this morning. Wash, peel, cut, cut two pots at the same time, fry yam and fry sugar in a pot. This is indeed a wonderful way to make braised vegetables.

Jiang Jiankang cuts meat on the cooking table. Yesterday, a teacher from A big school ordered a table. Many dishes, such as elbow, sweet and sour carp, oily crispy and crispy chicken, must be pre-processed. There are a lot of things to start preparing early in the morning.

The live carp in the water tank gurgles and does not know what it will experience in the afternoon.

Jiang Feng, while frying yam, stared at the frying sugar in another pot, and at the same time, he could take the time to chat with Jiang Jiankang.

"Isn't your third grandfather teaching you oil bottom sugar?" Jiang Jiankang would do this similar way. Who told Jiang Weiguo that he hadn't taught him oil bottom sugar, and tried anything weird when making silk dishes?

Jiang Weiguo's own oil syrup is half-hanging, and it is a typical piracy.

"Not very familiar, I want to try a more secure method." Jiang Feng said.

"I think it's better to use oil base sugar, the grandpa made by your three grandpas, that taste, alas." Jiang Jiankang misses Jiang Weiming very much when he showed Jiang Feng the oil base sugar.

Crispy, soft, tender and sweet, slightly yellowish like freshly fried potato pieces, crispy and refreshing, with fine hair like hair, if you do not dipped in cold white sugar, you can pull it all the way.

The yam made by them by other methods is far worse than that made by Jiang Weiming.

During the talk, the yam was already fried.

The pot is early, and if you do n’t know the time, the yam will come out first, and the temperature will slowly drop. When the other pot can be pulled, the temperature will not be optimal, and the taste and the degree of drawing will not have oily bottom. Shen Tang made it so well.

Jiang Jiankang, who was cutting meat aside, also saw it and said, "Your yam is fried early."

"Well." Jiang Feng stared at the other pot. The surface of the syrup had begun to soften, and it was not far from the heat of drawing. "Two minutes earlier."

Put the yam into the pan, stir fry, turn the spoon, stir well, and leave the pan.

[Case of Chinese yam]

[A mediocre yam with no buff bonus]

The **** game really shows what you want to see.

Jiang Feng clipped a piece, the wire drawing was very long, just not fine enough, far from the wire drawing yam made by Jiang Weiming.

Stained with water, entrance.

It's a little hot, the syrup is a bit thick, the yam is soft and soft, and it doesn't feel crispy and crispy.

He didn't like to eat sweets. He was going to serve them for Comrade Wang Xiulian. He used desserts to comfort her stomach that she hadn't eaten meat in the morning. She just picked up a plate and came to work in the month and month and touched the kitchen.

"Jiang Feng, are there beans ... 诶, drawing yam." Dessert lover Jiyue saw the eyes of drawing yam, and she could receive all the products of her failure.

"Eating so sweet early in the morning, sin and guilt." Ji Yue regretted her mouth without regret. She very skillfully touched a pair of chopsticks and clamped a large piece, and tossed away what was actually trying to come in and mixed a cup of soy milk. .

"Okay, by the way, Aunt Wang? I just didn't see her outside, and nobody was on the second floor." Ji Yue asked.

"My mom isn't in the shop?" Jiang Feng opened fire and started making the second dish of wire drawing yam. "Maybe I'm going to buy hand-cooked cakes. My newly-opened fried chicken shop's hand-cooked cakes are quite delicious. My mom bought them." It's been several times. By the way, remember to write the special price of yam on the doorway. "

Ji Yue is already very familiar with Jiang Feng's practice of what dishes and special dishes. She started eating the second piece and asked vaguely: "Do you make yam in the semifinals? Oh, who do you compare with in the semifinals? Zhang Guanghang, right? "

"No, I compare with Wu Minqi." Jiang Feng said.

"Howling, it's so exciting." Jiyue eats melon. The crowd is not too big to see the fun, very honestly Jiang Jiangfeng, "You're cold."

Ji Yue was eating in the back kitchen while watching Jiang Feng making yam, and from time to time he asked questions about eating melon and raving the crowd.

"Why do you use two pots at the same time?"

"Actually, I think that yam looks a bit like a potato block."

"Well, that sugar is starting to bubble."

"The yam is actually fried ?!"

"This one……"

"That one……"

"Well, this ..."

"Did you finish it?" Jiang Feng asked.

"It's finished." Ji Yue said so much because she had nothing to do after eating.

Jiang Feng brought the newly-released pot of yam to Jiyue: "Come again."

[Case of Chinese yam]

When the second plate of yam and yam was eaten a quarter, Wang Xiulian took a hand cake and ate into the kitchen.

Garlic fillet topped with bacon, ham, floss and egg.

Counting the time when Comrade Wang Xiulian disappeared, she should have not only eaten this hand-cooked cake, the rest is probably already in her stomach.

"Cooking yam?" Wang Xiulian looked at the drawing of yam and wanted a piece of it, hesitated for a moment or forget it, now eating sweet and eating hand-cooked cakes will skewer, "Shit, when is this dish out of your pot? "

"Five minutes left," Jiang Feng said.

"I'll eat a plate. This dish needs to be eaten while it's hot." Wang Xiulian grabbed the cake in her hand and took a big mouthful.

Ji Yue finished eating two cups of shredded yam, the calories burst, and kept saying "sin and sin", and went to the lobby with the policy of seeing nothing, otherwise she would still be tempted to eat the third set.

In the morning, Jiang Feng made more than a dozen cups of yam, digested five dishes internally, and gave a few dishes to the surrounding businesses. The rest were all put in the incubator. Although Jiang Feng feels good about herself and feels that one game is better than the other, no game has a rating higher than C.

He decided to make it with oil in the afternoon to see if the taste would be better.

Wu Minqi came late today, only came in at twelve o'clock, put on an apron and started working directly.

"Are you full of classes this morning?" Jiang Feng asked ~ www.novelhall.com ~ If he remembered correctly, Wu Minqi had only two classes this morning, or eight in the morning.

"My dad is here today, my mother and I went to the airport to pick him up." Wu Minqi said.

"Where are your parents?" Jiang Feng asked.

"At the store, order."

Jiang Feng :? ? ?

"Order something, stay at noon to eat together, I won't be busy after half an hour." Jiang Jiankang said, "Just meet up, Jiang Feng and his grandfather came here at noon today."

"Okay, then I'll go out and tell them." Wu Minqi thought it was okay.

After a while, Wu Minqi took his father directly into the backyard.

Wu Minqi's father is a plain-looking middle-aged man. He looks a bit elegant with his eyes. He is not like a chef but a teacher. He is slightly fat and relatively serious.

"My dad said he's here to help too," Wu Minqi said.

As soon as the words fell, Wang Xiulian probed into the rear kitchen and asked loudly, "Jiankang, where did you throw the temporary menu? Why didn't I find it?"

"Ah?" Jiang Jiankang froze.

"Aunt Wang, I found it, what do you write?" Ji Yue shouted outside.

"Yes, Kiki, you just said those dishes." Wang Xiulian asked.

"Chestnut roast chicken, ants on the tree, Sichuan flavor jelly. But aunt Wang, doesn't there seem to be jelly in the shop?" Wu Minqi asked.

"It's okay. I'll go and buy the store later." Wang Xiulian said naturally. "Dad Wu, eat with us these days."

After that, I went to the lobby.

Wu Minqi's father: ...

Why are you all so skilled ...

Does this restaurant often have foreign chefs who drop randomly to cook?

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