After the chicken soup has been boiled for the second time, skim off the foam, combine it with the turtle into a pot, add ham slices, add wolfberry, and simmer over low heat.
At the same time, he took up a large pot, put one of the six claws into it, and poured a pot of old turtle soup into it. The seasoning was very simple, a little fennel, four or five cloves, a little cinnamon and star anise, and four or five pieces of tangerine peel.
The two dishes Lin Chou cooked today were very confident.
One, "Farewell My Concubine".
This is a traditional famous dish in Xuzhou area. It is a dish created by the people to commemorate Xiang Yu, the leader of the uprising army in the late Qin Dynasty, the hero who destroyed the Qin Dynasty, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, and Yu Ji, the peerless beauty who cared about the fate of the country and was awe-inspiring for righteousness. It has been passed down and passed down from generation to generation. to date.
This famous dish borrows the homophony of chicken and turtle, chicken and concubine, turtle and farewell, to highlight the allusion of Farewell My Concubine. The meaning is euphemistic and the artistic conception is very wonderful.
The other dish of dog meat with turtle sauce, the famous Fan's dog meat, is even more impressive.
It is said that when the Emperor Taizu of the Han Dynasty, Mr. Liu, was still a gangster (well, I think everyone knows a little bit about Mr. Liu in the official and unofficial histories, which is refreshing), he loved to harass his future subordinates no matter what happened. General and now "good friend" Lao Fan.
At that time, Lao Fan didn't have any shields or guns. He was very poor. He butchered dogs for a living and sold some fresh and frozen dog meat. He might also sell spicy, five-spice and thirteen-spice flavor. It was a unique skill passed down from his family, but his business was just average. starve.
Old Mrs. Liu had nothing else to do with Lao Fan. He ate dog meat, talked about mountains and rivers, and despised the old Qin family idiot. After eating and bragging, he left without giving any money.
Mr. Liu is very clear in his mind. In the future, I will be regarded as a loner among the seventy-two concubines of the Three Palaces and Sixth Courtyard.
Do you dare to ask me for money?
If you ask for money, I can’t give it to you!
What a loss!
I'm sorry that you don't have much education. You definitely don't understand such profound and unpredictable sentences as "Is the whole world the land of the king, and the shores of the land are the ministers of the king." However, I am a generous and wise king. The next time I come to eat dog meat, Forgive you again.
Lao Fan was a sincere person, so he took a long detour and quietly moved away. This time it was not only far away, but also separated by a big river.
Mr. Liu is as poor as a ghost... Ahem, he happens to be short of money. How can he have the money to cross the river by boat to find Lao Fan?
Either way, Mr. Liu has a tough destiny. Ancient people are more or less legendary.
Just as he was anxious, an old turtle that had lived for an unknown number of years looked up and asked, stroking its beard.
"Your Majesty, have another drink..."
(???)
"...Your Majesty, please forgive me for crossing the river in an open boat, it's so comfortable!"
So Mr. Liu, holding his stomach, appeared in front of Lao Fan again.
Just worrying about crossing the river made me hungry, so I grabbed dog meat and ate it at any time.
People around him saw the old man sweating profusely after eating and his body was shaking. The advertising effect immediately exploded, and everyone rushed forward.
Lao Fan's dog meat was just sold out.
Lao Fan was so happy that he chopped down the enthusiastic old turtle to celebrate the next day.
In order to destroy the corpse and eliminate traces, he stewed the old turtle and dog meat together. Unexpectedly, the soup was sweet and the dog meat was red. From then on, Lao Fan embarked on the road to fortune.
When Mr. Liu returned to his hometown as a pavilion chief in Sishui, he saw that Lao Fan had money for his car and house. He was so angry. Then he thought about the fact that his free boat ticket was gone. He became even more angry and ordered his soldiers to take away Lao Fan. Fan Qian controls knives and says harsh words. If you dare to use knives again, I will punish you and bankrupt you.
Lao Fan had no choice but to kill the dog with a stick and tear the skin of the dog into pieces and stew it whole. After it was done, he would also tear it up and sell it, which was the first of its kind.
Later, Mr. Liu became the great ancestor. After suppressing the rebellion against the British, he passed through his hometown and had a banquet with dog meat and wine. This dog meat was the eldest nephew of Wuyang Hou Laofan, and he won the true inheritance of Lao Fan.
Mr. Liu was overjoyed. The past events came to his mind, and he became very interested in poetry. He said,
"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying. Fan's dog meat is cooked without a knife."
All in all.
Two dishes created for different people but originating from the same ancient era.
With their touching stories, they reunited in a small restaurant after a catastrophe thousands of years ago.
...
Huang Dashan and others are relatively clear about Lin's taste.
This kid has a big mouth and likes light and light flavors. For example, the horse meat noodle dish that made Sikong despair is the best proof.
Surprisingly, Master Shan didn't complain about Lin Chou anymore - maybe this had something to do with Leng Han sitting at the window quietly watching the scenery.
But the biggest reason is...
"The taste of this soup is so damn fresh."
"I can't help it anymore. Boss Xiaolin, when will it be better?"
Lin Chou looked at the two soup pots.
"immediately."
Fan's dog meat is very particular about eating it cold, but seeing the wolf-like looks in everyone's eyes, they definitely couldn't wait any longer, so they put it out in large basins, one for each table.
The cooked dog meat in turtle sauce is bright red in color. As soon as it is served, the rich aroma is unobstructed and explodes in the restaurant like a delicious nuclear bomb.
Huang Dashan has quick eyes and quick hands. He tried his best not to grab a whole dog leg and run away.
"Haha, grandsons, Grandpa Dashan loves you."
Although everyone hated him, it was obviously more difficult to get the meat from the basin than to grab the meat from Mr. Huang, so no one paid attention to him, and Mr. Huang was able to enjoy a whole dog leg to himself.
The meat fibers on the dog's legs are longer. When you tear them off, you can feel the fibers breaking between your fingers and they are very elastic.
Every texture of the dog meat soaked in soup has a bright reflection, and it dances its own dance between the palms of your fingers with incomparable grace.
When a piece of dog meat is put into the mouth, it is rich and fragrant, tender and smooth without losing elasticity.
The aroma extends from the mouth to all the limbs, and the whole person feels like being enveloped by the warm care of a mother.
"It's strange, why does my whole body feel so warm when there is obviously no original power."
"Yes, yes, it's so comfortable, like being in a girl's bed."
"roll!"
"Brothers, beat this GR guy, he is so insulting to a good dish!"
All said and done, no one actually took action.
We are all busy savoring the delicious food in our mouths, how can we have time to talk to a scumbag who has not learned Chinese well?
Lin Chou gave Leng Han a bowl of dog meat.
"Try it. Although it doesn't have the water of Fanjing, it can still be regarded as authentic. Emperor Qianlong even mentioned it as the best in the world."
Leng Han nodded and took small bites of dog meat.
Suddenly he asked with a voice like a mosquito and eyes full of expectation,
“In the other dish, you put ham, right??”
"..."
So, no matter what, you can't get around the natural chasm of ham, right?
Over there, Uncle Huang quickly killed off a whole dog's leg and shouted angrily,
"Wuna, let go of that bastard and let me do it!!"
What followed was a ping-pong fight.
Leng Han immediately raised his eyebrows,
"Quiet!"
There were still unmelted ice shards hanging on Shen Feng's eyebrows, and Leng Han shivered when he saw it.
Most of the old turtles were lying on the plate that I took a lot of hard work and endured countless punches. I held it in my hand and said,
"Um, Lieutenant General Leng, how about you come?"
"roll!"
