Wu Ke brought the pot over nervously.
"Hey, Brother Chou, Brother Chou, do you want to pour some oil?"
Lin Chou rolled her eyes.
"Pour what oil?!"
Wu Ke's face was full of innocence,
"Isn't it fried rice, uh... why don't you just beat the eggs in without pouring the oil... Then won't it burn the pot..."
Lin Chou sighed,
"I'm really worried about you. No matter what kind of rice you cook, the first thing you need is a pot of overnight rice. If you don't have it, cool rice will do."
"It's common sense."
"It's not about pouring oil or scrambled eggs."
Wu Ke: "..."
He often saw this in various video materials left before the catastrophe. He heard that it was a very practical pretentious skill for a "high-end chef" and that he had to memorize it thoroughly, but he didn't expect it himself. There was also a day when I was slapped against the wall by this sentence and couldn't extricate myself.
Wu Ke was a little depressed, and Lin Chou's mood comfort level was +1.
"..."
The best rice should be made in the thickest pot, and the rice that Mingguang cannot live up to, green rice, is worthy of Lin Chou's special trip to the system uncle to spend money.
He chose a huge round-bottomed black pottery stew pot, which was handmade and has a history of hundreds of years. After adding water, he placed it directly in the center of the fire, so there was no need to worry about uneven heating.
I remember there was a hilarious advertisement before the Cataclysm that said: The inner tank of the spherical cauldron is heated by circulation, which is good for you and me~
Chi Zhi reminded,
"Boss, boss, there seems to be too little water, it will become mushy!"
Lin Chou was very happy to hear this~
Did you see that?
Did you see it?
These are all excellent results of my words and deeds, Lin Moumou. Even the big-breasted lady knows that there is too little water in the rice. Is this a profound issue that ordinary people can know?
"Well, take it out and steam it when it's almost cooked."
Chi just said oh, indicating that he understood.
The chubby black clay pot started to steam. Wu Ke sniffed and said,
"Uh...it still seems a bit fishy..."
The green rice gradually absorbs the water in the black pottery pot, with a white core sandwiched in the center of the rice grains.
Lin Chou took out the rice and put a pot on the fire. The pot was filled with green onion and ginger water, and additional wine was added.
"I heard that the ancestors used corn when making this rice, and it was a by-product of making Bazhen Deer Blood Cake. The output of wine at that time was very low, and the steaming process alone can be described as an extremely luxurious thing. ”
The onion and ginger water added with wine is fumigating the rice with boiling steam. It seems to taste pretty good?
Wu Ke murmured,
"Cover the lid, what a waste..."
Lin Chou shook his head,
"You can't cover it. If it's steamed for a long time after being covered, it will have a very strange smell - do you know how it tastes?"
Wu Ke: "..."
What the hell is that? What the hell does that smell like!
If the rice is left uncovered, it will cook very slowly, unbearably slowly.
Wu Ke said anxiously,
"How long does it take for this to be cooked? Why don't we all starve to death before we eat it?"
Lin Chou looked at him,
"Don't you want to take blood products? What's the matter with you?"
Wu Ke was embarrassed and shivering.
"So many interesting things and so many seafoods have been put in, so why don't people worry about it..."
This product was purely due to the condiments that Lin Chou put in the rice. Researcher Wu usually didn't have many opportunities to eat sea cucumbers, abalone, scallops, fish maw and the like.
The Research Institute will definitely not provide these things normally. After he comes out of the Research Institute...
Ahem, he is even a hundred times poorer than when he was dawdling in the scientific research institute. For most of every month, his pocket is cleaner than his face. Even mice in the hut at the foot of the mountain have to crawl out crying. Carrying a wine bottle to find a cat:
Love commits suicide, then ask for support.
From Wu Ke's point of view, the rice and fried rice are just trivial matters, and those that Lin Chou uses for seasoning are the things that make him salivate.
Lin Chou rummaged through a pile of raw materials.
"It's strange. Where's my rice wine? I've obviously brought it over."
Behind several people,
"Click..."
Uncle Gungun shrank back, swallowed what was in his mouth, and looked at the sky.
The rice wine Lin Chou brought was actually sweet fermented rice wine. Gungun had discovered it a long time ago, and Uncle Gungun was holding it as a candy bar while Lin was tinkering with the dustpan.
Boss Lin stayed for a while, but he had no choice but to take out a bottle of high-quality Qingquanshan and pour it on the rice, then poke it with a spark.
"Boom~"
Very spectacular, very beautiful.
The moment the wine started to burn, the flames of the fire were suppressed to the bottom, and the charcoal ash with sparks rushed towards his face like an explosion.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Except for the braid who had fallen asleep under the protection of the big-breasted sister, the people beside the fire were all gray-faced. Only their teeth were still white, and their mouths were open with a look of fear and surprise on their faces, which was particularly funny.
Su Yourong washed her face again and again in the hot spring.
"It's really hard to eat a little bit of Shihu's rice..."
Lin Chou smiles but doesn't smile.
"Then did you know that it's harder to learn to cook?"
Su Yourong suddenly didn't dare to speak. The shadow of chopping potatoes these past few days was still vivid in his mind.
After steaming, the deer blood green rice is a bit dark purple in color, the surface is still dry, and the sharp smell of blood is gone.
Lin Chou put the rice aside in a ventilated place and blew it.
"Wait a minute, the wind will cool down at night, and it will be ready for frying soon."
Bazhen Fried Rice is just a name for Lin Chou. Bazhen Fried Rice without Hericium is an incomplete fried rice and not so exquisite.
And the Bazhen fried rice is not fried with egg liquid as Wu Ke expected -
Lin Chou threw a huge ham into the fire.
"Fortunately, when I was idle and bored, I made some hams from the shanks of useless deer, otherwise I would really have to use pig legs."
A few people except Lin Chou were trembling. Just this... ah no... the length of the small half of the calf was already more than five meters. The thick white broken bones almost required Su You to It takes both hands to surround them.
The surface of the scrap deer ham will start to release oil after being grilled for a while. Its oil is very rich and fragrant, but after all, its size is larger than normal, so the meat quality is much rougher than other small animals.
After the ham is cut open, the translucent tendons inside the meat appear particularly thick.
Lin Chou tried his best to cut the meat from a whole piece with small muscles and evenly distributed fat layer, then cut it into slices with a knife, shredded it, and then cut it into dices.
As for the rest, I gave them all to Gungun, letting the old man hold them and chew them.
For fresh and tender rapeseed, a small part of the stems and leaves of the rapeseed are specially cut into cubes.
Then there are carrots, lettuce, small wild onions, water celery, dried shallots...
Bazhen fried rice is actually mostly served with wild vegetables. It is said that the most authentic way to eat it is to mix it with seasoned wild vegetables after frying. However, there is no way to reasonably verify this statement because too much time has passed. .
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