7:58 p.m.
Jiang Xu was lying on the sofa, scrolling through his cell phone.
This world also has software similar to Bilibili, and the entire Eastern region is connected to the Internet.
Aoba turned on the TV and watched an entertaining Shokugeki program with the theme of experimental cooking.
However, it is an entertainment program after all, and most of the so-called experiments will evolve into 'dark cuisine', but due to the chef's careful design, the appearance is often normal and even attractive.
The highlight of the show is that the guest judges taste the food with great expectations, and the indescribable changes in their faces occur the moment they eat it.
Qingye kept laughing, looking at the various 'delicious foods' inside, with a look of eagerness in his eyes.
Every chef who is interested in improving himself has a heart to experiment (seeking death - cross out) and researching new cuisine (dark cuisine - cross out).
"Qingye, how long will it take for Aunt Daizi to come back?"
Jiang Xu glanced at the time jump in the upper right corner of the phone. When it reached eight o'clock, he asked aloud.
Qingye turned his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall in the living room: "It should be within 10 minutes."
Jiang Xu put down his phone and said, "Then can we start preparations?"
"Yeah. That's almost it."
Aoba also nodded and stood up from the sofa.
suddenly.
There was a click.
The door lock unlocked.
Jiang Xu and Qingye looked at each other and turned to look at the door.
Daiko Hagiwara, wearing a dark black women's formal dress, walked into the entrance hall, hung up her bag, and was still changing her shoes when the voice came.
"Aoba-chan, mom is back and I'm so hungry. What delicious food has my good daughter prepared for mom today?"
Hearing his mother's voice, Qingye's face instantly fell. He walked around behind the sofa and shouted to the entrance.
"Didn't you ask me to eat first on the phone? It's already this time, why don't you eat something outside."
"I have to come back hungry, who is to blame!"
Daizi walked into the living room with a gentle smile on her face: "Because I know my good daughter, and I know that she will definitely prepare a heart-warming dinner for her mother who has worked hard for a day. This is outside You can’t get it no matter how much money you spend.”
Qingye rolled his eyes and believed it.
"Today's staple food is millet porridge, and the complementary food is the fried dumplings I made and the fried buns made by Jiang Xujun. But now they are just wrapped, not put into the pot yet. They are waiting for your return."
"Okay, since your father went to Daxia to study, I haven't eaten authentic steamed buns for a long time. I'm looking forward to the steamed buns made by Jiang Xujun himself!"
Daizi said with a smile.
'As expected, this old woman just thought Jiang Xu's food was more delicious, so she insisted on coming back even though she was hungry. '
Qingye thought angrily in his heart.
As a daughter, she naturally knows her mother very well.
Hagiwara Daiko is a person who likes delicious food. Hagiwara Xiang was able to embrace the beauty in his arms, and his status as a chef was a bonus.
However, since Hagiwara Xiang went to Xiaguo to study, she no longer has the fine cuisine that she can eat every day.
And after tasting food carefully prepared by a professional chef for a long time, your tongue will inevitably become picky.
Aoba's current cooking skills are very good compared to ordinary people, but compared with his father, who is a professional chef, the gap is still obvious.
Originally, Hagiwara Daiko thought that she would have to endure it for a while longer.
But he didn't expect that the student who came to his home as a student was actually very good at cooking. According to the standards of ordinary restaurants, he could be a full-time chef.
What a surprise.
"Aunt Daizi, we have prepared the buns and dumplings. There is only the last step left to fry them. Just wait a few minutes and they will be ready." Jiang Xu also stood up and said.
"Well, I'm looking forward to it." Hagiwara Daiko smiled.
In the kitchen of Aoba's house.
The millet porridge is thick and fragrant. This is called Gudong Gudong bubbling with heat.
Jiang Xu and Qingye stood in front of the two stoves at the front and back ends respectively.
Jiang Xu stood near the door, with a plate of white buns already wrapped in his hand.
He moved his palms and went through the whole process of frying buns again in his mind.
Fried buns have extremely high requirements on the heating time.
Increase the heat, lower the heat, fry for half a minute less or half a minute longer, the buns will have a completely different texture and taste.
The most direct impact is the coke layer at the bottom of the buns.
However, these are minor problems for Jiang Xu whose cooking skills have reached the Huohuo level.
Pour the oil, shake well, light the fire, and heat the pan.
Arrange the buns the size of a baby's fist evenly in the pan.
After a while, the hot bottom of the pot transferred heat to the oil on the upper layer, and began to make a sizzling sound with the bottom of the bun.
The flame ignited on the stove was uneven and would jump from time to time.
Jiang Xu flipped the handle. In his hand, the pitch-black pan was like a flat boat, rippling in the pond of flames, traveling left and right, still maintaining stability.
In practice, the bottom of each bun is heated evenly, and the coking progress is basically the same. There will be no situation where some buns are already burnt black and some have just turned yellow.
Shaking the pan, Jiang Xu concentrated on listening to the subtle crackling sounds in the pan.
Shuijianbao, Shuijianbao, as the name suggests, you can also know that this kind of steamed bun is fried in water.
After the bottoms of all the buns had reached a light yellow color, Jiang Xu quickly lifted the boiling water with his right hand and poured it into the pot, just covering the bottom of the buns.
Zila~papa~
When hot oil and hot water mix, it seems like an explosion, evaporating into billowing white mist.
Jiang Xu had quick eyesight and quickly closed the lid of the pot to prevent the steam from leaking out.
There is no need for him to take care of it until the water evaporates.
Taking advantage of the free time, Jiang Xu washed some green onions and cut them into sections for later use.
Gulu gulu~
The boiling water boils and turns into steam, and part of it condenses into droplets on the top of the pot lid and slides off, and so on.
Some of the water vapor escapes through the air holes on the top of the pot lid.
Under the influence of high temperature, the dough expands and matures.
The gaps left between the buns were filled.
Through the glass lid covered with liquid beads, you can see that each bun has become chubby and extremely cute.
After about ten minutes, the water will gradually dry out.
The oil was not completely taken away by the steam, but gradually separated. Some of it remained at the bottom of the pot, and the bottom of the buns began to be fried again.
But because there was still moisture, the mixture of oil and water sounded like countless small firecrackers exploding, which greatly affected Jiang Xu's sense of hearing.
Now he has to use his sense of smell to determine the ripeness of the buns.
Inhale the hot air with the aroma of noodles and burnt meat.
Jiang Xu nodded, suddenly opened the lid of the pot, and a large stream of steaming pale hot steam hit his face.
Jiang Xu grabbed the green onions and sprinkled them around, and immediately put the lid back on while the heat didn't leak much.
After a while, from the vent hole of the pot lid, a mixed smell of green onion, noodles and burnt aroma came out.
The heat is perfect.
Jiang Xu's eyes lit up and he clicked to turn off the fire.
On the other side, Qingye also opened the lid, poured a bowl of mysterious seasoning into it, and waited for a while before turning off the heat.
Three minutes later.
Three bowls of thick, hot porridge exuding the fragrance of millet, one bowl for each person.
One pot of fried dumplings and another pot of fried buns, placed in the center of the table.
Today's dinner is officially finished.
