At 8 o'clock, the brine is completely formed!
The fragrant smell fills the entire kitchen.
At this time, the marinades have completely inspired their glorious moment!
Seeing the time, Yang Yi opened the lid of the stainless steel bucket and couldn't help but sniff it with his nose.
"Yeah! This is the flavor. It's more fragrant than any other braised food in my previous life!"
According to the standard taste of braised food knowledge given by the system, Yang Yi nodded with satisfaction after smelling the aroma.
Then, he took out the thoroughly cleaned pork head and put it directly into the pot.
There is currently no fat in the brine, so the pig head meat must be marinated first to allow the brine to add fat to further enhance the flavor of the brine.
In this way, when the business is open at noon, the pork head meat can be completely cooled and eaten cold.
Pork head meat can be eaten cold or hot, but it is not suitable for eating warm. According to Yang Yi's own taste, pig head meat is best eaten cold.
"I'll go, it smells so good!"
While Yang Yi was putting pork head meat into the brine, a voice came from the back door of the kitchen, and then Huang Zhiqiang rushed in.
This time is also the time when he comes to the stall to prepare the dishes needed for lunch.
Walking to Yang Yi, Huang Zhiqiang couldn't help but roll his throat a few times while looking at the pork head meat in the pot.
He didn't have the habit of eating breakfast, but now that he smelled the aroma of braised pork, he wanted to eat a whole pig's head.
"Brother, you are exaggerating. I could smell the fragrance at the back door of the cafeteria."
After Huang Zhiqiang swallowed the saliva in his mouth, he looked at the pig's head in the pot and said with gleaming eyes.
After entering the back kitchen of Yang Yi Stall No. 2, the aroma became even stronger, as if it penetrated every pore of the body, and finally drifted into the nasal cavity.
Huang Zhiqiang's saliva couldn't stop secreting.
"Morning, Brother Qiang."
Yang Yi smiled noncommittally and said hello.
Just kidding, he made this pot of brine very carefully, and it is also the red brine with the strongest aroma among the brine. It would be strange if it didn't smell fragrant.
"Brother, you're awesome. Yesterday I was worried about whether you could sell braised food. It seems that my brother is worrying too much. I must give him a taste when the braised food is ready!"
Huang Zhiqiang got close to Yang Yi warmly, hoping to taste the fragrant braised food in his mouth later.
And he is not worried at all that Yang Yi's braised food will affect his business. After all, it is not a category.
What's more, when Yang Yi glanced at the kitchen just now, there was nothing but braised food.
This means that Yang Yi’s braised food might be able to boost his business there!
It’s impossible for students to only eat braised food and not the staple food! There has to be some matching, right?
"no problem."
Yang Yi did not hesitate and agreed immediately.
It's also a good idea to let them try it and see what the reaction is.
"Thank you brother, then I'll go get busy."
After receiving Yang Yi's promise, Huang Zhiqiang reluctantly returned to his stall's kitchen.
The kitchen is like a battlefield and every minute is extremely precious. Even a kitchen veteran like Huang Zhiqiang would not dare to waste every minute.
It's now 8 o'clock sharp, and all the pork head meat has been put in. The best time to mature is one hour and fifteen minutes over medium-low heat.
The optimal time for pig ears to mature is 40 minutes.
You can add the pig ears at 8:35, so that the pork head meat and pig ears can be cooked at the same time.
In this way, when the food is open at noon, the two ingredients can be completely cooled, so as to achieve the best time to eat them cold.
Stall No. 3.
At this time, there were very few students coming to have breakfast, and Chen Yongjun was free and did not continue ramen.
He was sitting in a chair, scrolling through his phone boredly.
The next moment, a strong aroma of braised food entered his nose.
He sniffed hard with his nose, and then asked Aunt Zhang:
"Mom, is there a new braised pork restaurant in our cafeteria? Why does it smell so good?"
Aunt Zhang also smelled the strong aroma of braised meat, nodded and said, "Yes, there is a newly opened braised meat shop next door."
After finishing speaking, Aunt Zhang murmured in her mouth: "The young man looks young, but he is quite capable. The flavor of this stew is too fragrant."
Aunt Zhang, mother and son are both from the northwest, and this strong aroma immediately reminded them of the braised pork in their hometown’s Roujiamo.
"Who is the boss from? I feel that the braised pork aroma is better than the braised pork aroma of any Roujiamo restaurant in my hometown!"
Chen Yongjun, who has been working outside all year round, was immediately greedy when he smelled this fragrance.
"I really didn't ask about this, but the fragrance is really amazing. How about we buy some and try it later?"
Aunt Zhang shook her head and responded.
"No, I'm going to take a look now."
Chen Yongjun couldn't hold himself back, so he immediately got up and went to stall No. 2.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yang Yi turned around and saw a man in his thirties wearing a chef's uniform and glasses opening the door to his stall and the kitchen.
Chefs wearing glasses are rare, so Yang Yi couldn't help but mutter when he saw the visitor.
"Hello, I'm from Stall 3. Are you the new braised pork shop owner?"
After Chen Yongjun opened the door, he was slightly startled when he saw Yang Yi was so young, and then said hello with a smile.
"Hello, my name is Yang Yi, are you Aunt Zhang's son?"
I had talked with Aunt Zhang and Huang Zhiqiang before, and I also knew the general situation of the two stalls. When I heard that it was stall No. 3, Yang Yi immediately guessed who it was.
"Yes, my name is Chen Yongjun. You can call me Brother Jun. I didn't expect you to be so young."
Chen Yongjun smiled and rubbed his hands, embarrassed.
The aroma of braised food at Stall 2 was so fragrant that Chen Yongjun felt like the gluttons in his stomach were about to escape.
Later, Chen Yongjun came up with the same idea as Huang Zhiqiang, asking if he could try the braised pork when it was cooked.
Yang Yi naturally agreed happily.
As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and it doesn’t hurt to have a good relationship with them.
What's more, it's just a little braised pork.
Chen Yongjun then returned to his stall with great expectations.
As Chen Yongjun entered and exited, the aroma of brine began to permeate the entire canteen.
Canteen hall, a dining table somewhere.
Two female college students were sitting opposite each other, one wearing black-rimmed glasses and the other with a ponytail. Each of them had a bowl of white porridge and two big buns in front of them.
The girl with black-framed glasses took the bun and bit into it. She didn't even get the filling.
Then she quickly swallowed the bun skin in her mouth and took another bite. This time she still didn't bite the filling, but she could already see a meatball as big as her thumb lying inside the huge bun.
"As expected of Canteen No. 4, you can't even take two bites of this bun!"
The girl with black-framed glasses swallowed her second mouthful of bun skin and couldn't help but complain.
"I told you not to come to Canteen No. 4. You don't believe in evil. The guide said that Canteen No. 4 is the worst canteen. Now you can see the steamed buns with thick skin and small fillings."
The girl with the ponytail also complained helplessly.
Both of them are freshmen, so they are naturally curious about the various legends about Huaqing University.
"Thanks for running so far, I'm really disappointed!"
The black-framed glasses continued to complain that their dormitory was about 2 kilometers away from the No. 4 canteen, so they came so late and had breakfast at 8 o'clock.
"It's my fault. Aren't the two canteens in Bauhinia Garden and Taoliyuan delicious?"
The girl with the ponytail spread her hands helplessly.
"Isn't this just curiosity..."
Then, in line with the good moral character of not wasting food, the two of them drank the porridge and finished a steamed bun.
"If you don't want to eat it, you can feed it to stray cats later! It won't be wasted!"
Looking at the bottomed white porridge and a complete bun with black-rimmed glasses, he finally couldn't help but say.
Without the white porridge, they continued to eat steamed buns that looked like white flour steamed buns, which was even more difficult for them to swallow.
The ponytail didn't say anything. She only saw her nose twitching slightly, sniffing a few times, and then said in surprise:
"Did you smell it? It smells so good!"
