No matter how miserable the poor Black Mountain wild boar was during its lifetime, the two hind legs it brought could already satisfy Lin's picky taste and expectations for ingredients.
The bright red pork exudes a sense of vitality and vitality. Even after it is chopped into minced meat, it still shows its difference from ordinary Black Mountain wild boar.
More sticky and more pigmented.
Bayu can be said to be a particularly ancient kind of stuffed dumplings and wontons, and there are many ways to make it.
Some people like to add milk to the mackerel meat filling to increase the freshness and make the fish meat more smooth and elastic; some people like to add leeks to remove the fishy smell and relieve greasiness; and some people like to add mutton and mutton oil, the fish and mutton are so fresh~
As for using wild boar meat, well, it probably didn’t exist before the Cataclysm. Pork belly was quite common.
Lin Chou peeled off the skin of the Spanish mackerel before mincing it into stuffing. The flesh of the mackerel was very firm and sweet, and the only fishy smell might be the skin.
The minced mackerel meat and minced pork do not require oil. You can add a small amount of green onion and ginger water. The remaining water needs to be cut into small dices and mixed into the filling.
As for the method of adding flour paste or water starch before the catastrophe, it is absolutely not advisable - 99% of those who do that are businessmen rather than relatives. The significance of adding weight to the steamed buns and reducing the amount of labor is far greater than anything else.
After mixing the mackerel minced meat and pork minced meat, it is best to stir it up by beating it. The principle is the same as the shrimp wonton. Just beating the stuffing is definitely not enough.
"Pa~"
"Pa~"
"Pa~"
Huang Dashan lay on the table,
"When this guy is cooking in a hurry, no matter how urgent I am, I can't help but want to stop and take a few more looks. Sometimes it's the same even when I'm not hungry. It's weird."
Sikong was shocked and doubtful.
"Oh, Master Shan, are you finally willing to use your heroine template?"
Huang Dashan opened his mouth with the word "Go", and he spoke loudly and confidently.
Leng Han nodded to Bai Suren and whispered,
"Indeed, he gave me a very quiet and peaceful feeling when he was cooking."
Bai Suren smiled secretly,
"That's the opposite!"
Leng Han was confused,
"Um?"
"It's obviously very hot, so hot that it makes your heart tremble, right? Look at you, your face is red~"
"Sister Bai!!"
"Okay, okay, no more talking..."
After beating for a while, Lin Chou stopped, grabbed some minced meat and put it in the basin. When he saw the minced meat floating on the water, he nodded.
Beat vigorously and declare it completed.
As for the stuffing on the tips of hazel chicken wings, you don’t need to use such rough techniques. A little mixing of the skin jelly and a few stirs are enough.
There are two big pots of stuffing left out - of course, the big pot filled with mackerel and pork stuffing is at least three times the size of the chicken wing tip stuffing.
Lin Chou knelt and kneaded the dough.
"I'm making wontons. If you know how, go up to the back mountain and wash your hands."
This is to divide the land among local tyrants.
Everyone went to the back of the mountain laughing and joking, even Leng Han and Bai Suren came back after washing their hands.
Sikong also washed his hands, and didn't mind if the ingredients he brought were shared by everyone - anyway, he could only eat two bowls of the ingredients he brought, which weighed dozens of kilograms, and Du Lele was obviously not as good as Zhong Lele.
Huang Dashan put the fillings in the big basin into small basins and placed two basins on each table. The same fillings made more than a dozen wonton shapes, which was quite exciting.
Wu Ke casually placed the wontons he made next to Brother Menkang's.
"Hey, Huanfeiyanshou?"
The wontons Wu Ke made were very similar to him. He had a thin belly and slender limbs. There was very little filling in the wontons, but he had to create a long hem.
And the wontons made by Men Kuang Bao...
"Damn it, that boy named Men, what did you pack, a depth charge?"
"It's amazing, my little breasted brother, it's the first time I've seen wontons wrapped into buns."
Meng Xiang was extremely ashamed and his face was hot.
It’s really not his fault. For someone of his background, not only can he hold out his hands for clothes and open his mouth for food, but he can’t have enough food and clothing by himself. There are people who take good care of him in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation. Let him kill a few wild beasts and roast them. That is indeed more user-friendly. As for the difficult technical operation of making wontons...
Haha, forget it.
His fingers are so thick, and the wontons are only so big, how can he wrap them up? ?
Everyone in the room was looking at this. Brother Meng Kuang was speechless and hesitated for a long time.
"Uh...this stuffing is too runny..."
Everyone laughed.
Wu Ke sighed and shook his head, mouthing at the door.
"Look over there and learn a little bit."
Men Kuang looked in the direction and saw the most ferocious Leng Tyrannosaurus in Mingguang Base City, glaring fiercely at the two pots of stuffing in front of him with a predatory gaze. Except for Prince Huang and Bai Suren who were as if nothing had happened, Leng There was no one else sitting at Han's table.
It's really cold, with the freezing effect of being surrounded by air-conditioning.
The family situation was clear. This was someone who, like him, couldn't make wontons.
"What are you looking at?"
Wu Ke frowned and struck him with his elbow.
"Shh, watch and learn."
The slippery stuffing made Leng Han frown. Although it was very sticky, it was like a puddle of slime that always wanted to roll out of the thin wonton wrappers covered with flour. Come down and roll onto your hands and onto the ground.
Like a newbie’s slimy dignity and face,
"piachi~"
Gone.
It would be too cruel for newcomers to start making the soup series, but who let the weather in Mingguang be too hot? The jelly in the stuffing melted a little before everyone started making them. On the skin, it melts faster.
Um?
melted?
It’s simply unbearable!
Leng Han expressionlessly scooped up half a spoonful of mackerel and pork stuffing with a small spoon - in fact, the others used flat bamboo strips, such as Lin Chou, who made wontons with just a flick of his fingers. Here comes the Phantom, a humanoid wonton press.
However, Leng Han couldn't pick it up at all, so he had to use a small spoon with a concave belly.
The slime made of mackerel and pork was about to attack the dough crazily,
"Ding!"
A trace of white air floated away from the filling and flowed towards the ground.
Leng Han showed a satisfied expression and squeezed hard.
"Click, click, click."
Very good, frozen solid enough.
However, maybe the temperature of the filling was too low, which affected the dough, or maybe there was too much flour on the dough, and it refused to come together to look like wontons.
Leng Han hesitated for a moment and glanced at Lin Chou furtively——
"Ding!"
Okay, the dough is frozen together and the shape is perfect.
Bai Suren reminded,
"It will bloom easily if cooked like this."
Leng Han was stunned.
"Oh...Is it okay if it can't be boiled?"
Bai Suren was also stunned.
"Ah...right...it just doesn't boil well..."
She still didn't understand what Leng Han meant.
As a result, the wonton in Leng Han's hand made a rustling and freezing sound, and a layer of extremely thin ice crystals filled with original brilliance appeared on the surface.
Leng Han said,
"It won't cook this way."
Leng Han threw the wontons on the chopping board.
"Zheng~"
The thin to translucent skirt of the wonton was like a knife, pierced directly into the chopping board.
Men Kuang's head and face were covered in cold sweat, he was so frightened——
Not to mention the water at 100 degrees Celsius for these wontons, it would probably take three to five minutes to defrost if placed in a steel-making furnace.
Wu Ke obviously didn't know the conditions under which the ice crystals condensed by the original power of an evolver like Leng Han could melt. He was just a serious education man.
"You see, you need to pay attention to skills when doing things. Have you learned it? Oh... it's useless for you to learn. You and Lieutenant General Leng seem to have different blood abilities..."
"Hehehe, what about that? There will always be a way."
Men Kuang rolled his eyes and finally confirmed something.
There are no normal people at all on this mountain, they are all sluts!
It’s unjust for me to be locked up here and starve for so many days!
The wontons were packed very quickly, after all, there were still a lot of people.
It's just that the basin Lin Chou put the fillings in was too big, so Lin Chou went to knead the noodles twice more before wrapping up all the fillings.
He went to the back kitchen and looked at the pork belly and chicken in the big pot.
"The soup is not completely white yet, it needs to cook for a while."
Lin Chou told the big-breasted sister and Su Yourong to look after the fire, then got up and went to the back mountain to find a spice - Nepeta.
The small green seedlings can be found at a glance in the mud beside the stream. They have a very special fragrance and pungent taste.
Chinese medicine believes that Schizonepeta is pungent and warm in nature, enters the lungs and liver meridian, and has the functions of dispelling wind, dispelling wind and regulating blood circulation. Su Song's "Ben Cao Tu Jing" of the Song Dynasty records that it is "spicy and can be eaten, and people take it as lettuce". It is a rare ingredient that can be used both as medicine and food. Regular consumption has many benefits for the human body.
However, Nepeta has a strong taste, which is not acceptable to people with mild tastes. At the same time, people with strong tastes can't put it down and talk about it.
Lin Chou pinched a handful of the top buds and thought it was enough. After all, each person's portion of wontons only needed a small bud tip to bring out all the flavor.
After returning home, boil the small wontons in a pot and cook them over high heat. One step at a time, because the wontons are so small, they will float up and down after a few flips.
Lin Chou took out bowls with a sea of heads and lined them up in a row. He sprinkled some green salt on the bottom of each bowl, put a nepeta sprout on it, and washed the wontons with soup, which was fresh and refreshing.
After everyone shared a bowl, most of it was left. He put it in his bag without ceremony and stored it in a thermostat.
Huang Dashan held an old bowl as big as a person's head and took a big sip of the milky white pork belly and chicken soup.
"hiss"
The warm and oily soup lingers in the mouth. After swallowing, the spicy aroma of white pepper is instantly converted into heat, and the entire stomach becomes warm.
This bite is obviously not enough,
"suck slip"
As a result, the soup in Da Lao's bowl almost ran out of water.
The little wontons were swirling like fish in a pond that was about to dry up, and the wontons would not taste good without soup.
So Huang Dashan held back and scooped up a few wontons the size of his little finger and half a spoonful of soup.
After thinking about it, he poured half of the soup back into the bowl, then put it comfortably in his mouth and took a bite.
"Bo"
Huang Dashan didn't know how to describe this feeling. It was strange and comfortable.
Standing next to him, Sikong, who was holding a bowl while eating in the same standing posture as him, exhaled a sigh of relief.
"It's like fresh and huge salmon roes. After bursting, they are all fresh and sweet with vitality!"
Huang Dashan rolled his eyes——
Hahaha, look at how educated they are, why didn’t I think of that? It makes me want to vomit.
Huang Dashan happily poured another large spoonful of wontons into his mouth.
"Um..."
"Wonderful..."
"It's like fresh and huge salmon roes. After bursting, they are all full of vitality and sweetness!"
This time it was Sikong's turn to roll his eyes.
The feeling of eating small wontons in your mouth is indeed different from ordinary wontons. The skin of the wontons is so thin that you can see through the white or light yellow fillings inside, but they are actually very elastic and there seems to be a faint alkaline taste. Inside, it's great.
The wontons, which are the size of your little finger, are actually filled with soup. When you bite them, they will burst into pieces. I think everyone must have a very violent personality. They are all warriors who explode on the spot at the slightest disagreement.
The soup inside feels like cheese, very viscous, extremely hot and makes you reluctant to open your mouth, for fear that the delicious taste will be lost in the wind.
After experiencing the impact of the chicken trotters soup, there are two completely different fillings.
The ratio of hazel chicken wing tip wontons to Spanish mackerel, black mountain wild boar wontons is about 1:3. If you distinguish them carefully, you can still tell them apart. However, Huang Dashan took this bite and let them go without any regard. There was a passionate collision in his big mouth.
The deliciousness of the hazel chicken, the tenderness of the Spanish mackerel, the delicate oiliness of the Montenegrin wild boar butt meat that was knocked out with a board by hand, and the grace of the chicken trotters soup melt together in the mouth, creating a perfect taste.
Absolutely amazing!
Huang Dashan could only look at Sikong helplessly, with thousands of words written in his huge eyes:
Tell me, why don't you say it? If you don't say it, how can I pretend to be a cultured person and lament the delicious little wontons?
Sikong just ate wontons without giving any face.
Huang Dashan hummed, and smacked his lips with regret.
"You eat so fast, Lin Zi is so small-minded, can't you get a bigger bowl?"
This time, the taste comes out.
Just now, my taste buds were attacked by various delicacies such as hazel pheasant and mackerel. Now I took a short rest. The fresh and sharp freshness of Nepeta immediately lingered under my nose, just like the proprietor in the rain alley. The girl with the oil-paper umbrella might even be wearing a cheongsam.
Because the spicy aroma of white pepper was still there, Huang Dashan didn't feel the spiciness that Nepeta should have at all. Instead, it felt indescribably fresh, as if he had eaten a piece of cold and refreshing radish. of.
The aroma of fish and hazel chicken in his mouth was "cleared" by the Nepeta along with the slightest bit of greasiness. Huang Dashan felt disappointed and felt that he could eat two...no...three old bowls.
So he shamelessly rushed towards Lin Chou with the old bowl in hand.
"Lin smash, Lin smash, give me another bowl!"
"roll."
"I was given a full meal before I died, and I was able to order food. Let's just have a bowl of wontons, right?"
"Are you going to die?"
"Don't be so stingy. I'll bring my own bowl next time for a aunt like you."
"you dare!"
.. m.
