Lin Chou raised a question at the right time,
"I must have taken special care of the wild goose mushroom. I ate two kinds of fresh wild goose mushroom and water-haired wild goose mushroom. Was this done intentionally? There is also a subtle smoky smell in it."
The second woman hesitated for a moment, then felt that she really had nothing to worry about.
"Well, the fresh ones are picked in the chestnut forest in the morning, but it's almost the end of the season, and they won't be picked soon."
"As for the smoky flavor, it's a rule left by my grandfather. Use chestnut shells and twigs and leaves to smoke under the big bamboo grate."
"It's rare for anyone to be able to eat it. You're so awesome!"
Lin Chou raised her thumb,
"Awesome recipe, no wonder the stewed soup is like glass gravy, translucent and smooth."
The second concubine said excitedly,
"It has ginger, so it's better than before. Recently, there's suddenly more ginger on the market, and the price is much cheaper. I heard it's a batch of ginger seeds released by the Jiang family. It's great."
The wild goose mushroom cannot be separated from old ginger. Without ginger, it seems to have no soul, but with the addition of ginger, the second freshest taste will become the most delicious.
Lin Chou said,
"Indeed, the Jiang family is still very benevolent. Most of the dried meat and grains every year are sold by the Jiang family at a reasonable price."
Brother Mazar raised his head from the bowl of the sea,
"That's right, I don't know what the Jiang family's business is like. How can they make so much money? They put dried meat and grains out regardless of the cost. Even if they don't lose money, they can't make any money at all."
Lin Chou didn't look very concerned and said to the second concubine,
"The pot used to boil wild goose mushrooms must be different. It's not made of iron, right?"
"You can even guess this?" The second concubine opened her mouth wide, "You didn't secretly inquire about our family, did you?"
Lin Chou was speechless,
"How can it be."
The second concubine said,
"It's a sand pot, that is, a clay pot or a clay pot. However, our sand pot is specially made and passed down from our ancestors. The Yingjing sand pot has a diameter of one and a half meters!"
Lin Chou was surprised,
"A Yingjing sand vessel with a diameter of one and a half meters? Or is it passed down from our ancestors?"
Just looking at the two oversized handmade cast-iron pots, Lin Chou felt that they were already very luxurious for the era of cataclysm, but he didn't expect that there were even more luxurious ones!
MMP, does this lady also have a system where tableware is free?
Yingjing sand ware has a firing history of nearly three thousand years. The firing has always followed the traditional manual workshop production method, using pure natural raw materials. The production is simple and exquisite, and requires extremely high craftsmanship. It is known as the "art of earth and fire".
Yingjing casserole is the most famous casserole, which is very good at preserving the nutrients of food and removing odor. Even ancient Chinese medicine practitioners preferred to use Yingjing casserole when making traditional Chinese medicine.
Yingjing sand ware has been widely praised and endures for a long time. It is made of heavy metal-free white clay and independent carbon and fired at a high temperature of more than 1,000 degrees. The finished product has many special features that other sand ware cannot match.
For example, when the Yingjing casserole was sent to Philadelphia for an exhibition in the 1950s, it shocked everyone because the soup in the casserole could still boil for several minutes after being removed from the fire, causing countless crooks to shout "incredible" and "magical oriental country."
The second concubine narrowed her eyes proudly,
"It's surprising, isn't it? It's one and a half meters in diameter. Even before the catastrophe, it was an outlier. Such a large Yingjing black casserole is very rare."
Lin Chou nodded,
"I'm afraid your ancestors have some special connections. Such a large casserole must require a special stove. Does it take a lot of effort to maintain it?"
The second concubine covered her mouth and said with a smile,
"Well, my great-great-grandfather, my grandpa, my dad, each generation has its own way of maintaining the casserole. For example, my dad likes to use the method of making antique black pottery. Mix tung oil with water and stir to combine. Wipe it off little by little, because my grandfather regarded this as an unworthy descendant and an alien, and he was whipped several times."
Lin Chou's mouth twitched,
"Each generation has one maintenance method, so the quality of this casserole is incredible. It can actually last until now."
The second concubine rolled her eyes at him.
"It won't break!"
Brother Maza ate seriously, with the fragrance lingering on his lips and teeth, he couldn't help but beep in his heart,
"Anyone who has no clue about these 46 can guess that he is indeed the number one scholar in 360 lines."
"Big guys, they are all big guys"
"Sit down and discuss the truth? Although the center of the argument is a pot."
Lin Chou didn't ask further. If he asked again, he would touch the bones of the second fresh method.
Lin Chou pushed several bowls and basins on the table that were covered with lids towards the second concubine.
"As I said, it's rare for someone to treat me to food, so they have to try my cooking."
"It's not me who invites you to eat, it's him." The second concubine said, opening a large tureen, "Is it an elbow?"
The clear and thick soup, the slightly burnt meat skin, but the texture of the meat is different from what she usually sees.
"Isn't this a Montenegrin wild boar?"
Lin Chou shook his head and said,
"Iron-bone pig, the rest are Montenegro wild boars. I have relatively few ingredients on hand. I only stewed four iron-bone pig elbows today."
The second wife said oh and picked it up lightly with her chopsticks.
The tip of the bamboo chopsticks easily penetrated the flesh, but when she picked it up, it slipped out of the chopsticks like jelly.
"Eh??"
Lin Chou handed over a spoon,
"You need to use a spoon to eat sugar-coated elbows."
"Sugar-skinned elbow?"
"Yes, it describes the color."
"oh"
As soon as the meat enters your mouth——
tasty!
too delicious!
So delicious!
Tender, unparalleled tenderness.
Just from the touch on the tip of the tongue, one can imagine that this elbow must have spent a very long time in a simmering pot over low heat, followed by an indescribable light and pure aroma.
Yes, it is pure fragrance.
This is the purest pork aroma with almost no hint of spice.
Iron Bone Pork is like an outlaw with a dangerous aroma, wanton, wild and savage.
(What a beautiful craft)
Of course, having been influenced by the second freshest person all year round, she has seen the world and is not so easy to lose her composure.
The second concubine calmed down,
"This elbow"
Lin Chou raised his eyebrows and waved his hands with a determined look on his face.
(Time to show off your real skills!)
"Ahem, it's actually nothing special."
"Singe the hair to set it, then use ice water to cook it over a low flame."
"Most people like to work hard on the spices of stewed elbow, which is a bit too extreme, but when it comes to sugar-coated elbow, it is also another extreme. It emphasizes the technique and uses less ingredients. To put it bluntly, the word "slow" is used to stew this elbow. , put the pot under low heat and cold water. Well, it is the kind of low fire that takes more than an hour or two to boil a pot of water. When the water is boiled, the main thing is rice wine. Good rice wine. If you have the old Huadiao before the cataclysm, it is the best. Great, then simmered carefully for six hours.”
The second concubine's pupils shrank and she almost threw away her chopsticks, and her voice suddenly became sharp,
"Huadiao??"
"You, you, you really dare to think about it. Who can afford this elbow?"
