"I hit the deer with a stick and scooped out the fish, and the pheasant flew into the rice pot!"
“Among the fish that could be caught with a bucket of water at that time, the most caught fish was the old man fish!”
Zhao Meng was quite emotional when he heard that the father and daughter came back again and ordered this stewed fish with soy sauce.
"Actually, this old man fish is the most delicious! It's a real wild fish!"
Zhao Meng's master was a traveling cook who traveled all over the country for dinner, so he was well-informed.
Zhao Meng has a certain understanding of the customs and customs of various places.
When I mentioned the old man fish, I couldn’t help but say a few more words.
"I heard my master say that when he was seventy years old, he was walking by a remote paozi in Mishan. He was shocked!"
"I saw a pile of old fish heads like a hill next to the bubble. The fish heads should be over a pound in size. He raised his head and looked towards the bubble and saw the big-eyed fish heads. He lifted the fish heads up. It only lifted over one meter, and it was full of big old fish and big crucian carp.”
Zhao Meng recalled his master's tone when he mentioned this, and said with a smile: "The old man once said before that it would be really fun to fish in such an environment! Unfortunately, it has become history, and now as long as there is a place for fishing, There are people managing it, so how can you just go fishing!"
Fu Yu listened to Zhao Meng's words while taking the cleaned old fish.
The meat of Laotou Fish is garlic clove meat, and the most authentic way to eat it is to stew it in sauce.
The ingredients used are yellow sauce made by the locals. The resulting sauce is stewed with old fish. Apart from the aroma of sauce and fish, there is no other odor.
Put a little cold oil in the pot, turn on the heat, add the fat and stir-fry until the oil comes out.
Add onions, ginger, garlic, and chili peppers over low heat and stir-fry until slightly charred.
Add the sauce and stir-fry.
When the flavor comes out, add appropriate amount of water.
While Fu Yu was making stir-fry ingredients, Sun Qingning stood by and looked at him.
He said before that watching Fu Yu cook was like watching a show, it was very addictive.
These words sounded a bit exaggerated, but they were also what he really meant.
No matter what you do, the same action will look more pleasing to the eye if performed by someone with good looks.
After the water boiled, Fu Yu poured the old fish into the pot, added light soy sauce and dark soy sauce, and waited for the pot to boil.
After boiling, add plenty of rice wine.
Sun Qingning quickly handed over the pot lid.
Fu Yu didn't answer, but casually taught: "You must not cover the pot at this time. You have to wait for the wine to evaporate and take away the fishy smell."
After boiling the pot, remove the floating powder.
At this time, Fu Yu took the pot lid and put it away.
Simmer over high heat.
Fu Yu looked at Sun Qingning: "This fish must be stewed over high heat. Do not stir the fish during this period to prevent it from breaking into pieces."
Sun Qingning nodded quickly and remembered it carefully.
Finally collect the juice and remove from the pot.
There is no skill in the presentation. This dish is just piled on top of a hill. The sauce-colored fish is garnished with some green onions and coriander, and it is ready to serve.
The waiter brought away a plate of old fish stewed in sauce.
Sun Qingning subconsciously twitched his nose twice, as if the braised fish with soy sauce and full of fireworks was lingering on the tip of his nose, teasing his greedy nerves.
“This fish stew is so delicious!”
Fu Yu smiled, he was actually a little greedy.
It's a pity that although this fish looks inconspicuous, the price of wild fish like this is quite expensive.
As long as there are knowledgeable customers in the store who order, there will be no chargebacks.
People like them can only live a life of addiction.
The waiter brings the plate to the table.
Suddenly, the fragrant smell of soy sauce filled the room.
The middle-aged woman couldn't help but twitch her nose a few times, and thought to herself: It smells weird!
The old man next to him suddenly muttered something vaguely.
If someone can identify it carefully, they will hear that he is talking about: stewed fish and fried shrimp, the enemy of rice.
Naturally, the middle-aged woman couldn't hear clearly, so she asked helplessly and expectantly: "Dad, is this what you want to eat?"
The old man's eyes gradually brightened, and there was a happy look on his face. He reached out and grabbed the chopsticks, and poked at the fish on the plate.
This time, instead of showing off his temper because he didn't like it, he tried to use chopsticks to pick up the fish meat and try to taste it.
When the middle-aged woman saw it, she was immediately overjoyed. Her previous anger because of the old man's disobedience instantly disappeared.
He quickly picked up the chopsticks and happily helped the old man bring the plate in front of him, then carefully picked out the fish bones and fed the fish meat to the old man.
When the chopsticks brought the fish to his mouth, the old man opened his mouth with rare cooperation, quickly took the fish into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it, and then hurriedly stretched out the chopsticks in his hand to poke the fish.
The middle-aged woman said with a smile: "Oh! Dad, you are finally willing to eat!"
After feeding two more mouthfuls of fish, the middle-aged woman thought of something and called to the waiter: "Is there rice? Have a bowl!"
The rice used in Qianlima is long-grained from Daoxiang Village. The steamed rice is crystal clear and tastes sweet.
The middle-aged woman carefully picked off the fish bones, mixed the fish meat with the soup into the rice, and carefully fed the old man one bite at a time.
After picking out the thorns for a while, the middle-aged woman also discovered that, among other things, this old fish was just a little bit better and less thorns!
Just pick up the meat on the back of the fish and pinch it down, there are no tiny thorns at all.
She took out all the back meat of several fishes and piled them on the rice. Without much trouble, the old man cooperated and finished the bowl of rice.
There was not much fish left on the plate.
The middle-aged woman looked at the leftovers, hesitated for a moment, and finally called the waiter: "Another bowl of rice!"
This fish stew smells so delicious!
Seeing the old man eating happily, the middle-aged woman's mood, which had been depressed for many days, finally relaxed. She spent the whole morning coaxing the old man, and she herself was still wet.
After smelling the fish scent for a long time now, I was really feeling a little hungry.
While the old man had finished his meal and was quiet, the middle-aged woman gave him the heavy old-fashioned cookbook to flip through.
When the rice was delivered, the middle-aged woman stretched out her chopsticks to pick out a piece of fish left on the plate, wrapped it in soup sauce, put it in a bowl, and put it into her mouth along with the rice.
The stewed old fish is cooked to perfection, the meat is delicious and delicate, and it is so delicious and juicy.
The middle-aged woman was eating fish with her head down. While eating, she couldn't help but think that she must be very hungry, otherwise why would she think this fish is so delicious and fragrant?
After taking one bite, it is unforgettable and leaves a fragrant aroma on your lips and teeth.
After eating a bowl of rice, the middle-aged woman looked at the little bit of soup left on the plate with some unfulfilled interest. At this moment, she suddenly understood the salivating feeling her old man had before.
Putting down her chopsticks, the middle-aged woman turned to the old man and whispered: "Dad, this stewed fish in sauce is so delicious. No wonder you want to eat it. I will bring you over next time, right?"
The old man didn't know whether he understood or not. He just looked over with a smile and said something hesitantly.
