After boiling the lard, it was finally time for the braised pork part that Jian Jia was most looking forward to. God knows how long she has been craving this bite. After time travel, she has never had a big bite of pork. The tender and oily braised pork is sizzling and fragrant, and the satisfying feeling in your mouth is irreplaceable.
There was still a little oil left in the pot that had just been boiled. The pot was still hot. Jian Jia threw a small handful of rock sugar into the pot, preparing to stir-fry it to a sugary color.
In Dajing, sugar is more valuable than salt. Due to technical limitations, there is no white sugar like snow, only brown sugar lumps like bricks and yellow rock sugar. What Qin Yi bought was sugar. If you look carefully, you can clearly see the impurities in it.
The strong rock sugar made a crackling sound after being put into the hot oil. The large rock sugar broke into small pieces, and the small pieces of rock sugar slowly melted and merged with the hot oil. The oil in the pot became thicker and thicker. After the rock sugar melted completely, Jian Jia held the spatula and slowly stirred the sugar-oil mixture, always paying attention to the color change of the syrup.
Qin Yi stood next to the stove again. He looked at Tang Xi and then at Jian Jia. This time Jian Jia took the initiative to tell Qin Yi before asking questions: "I am frying sugar color. Sugar coloring is to add sugar to hot oil to melt and heat up. When it turns brown, fry the meat. The color of the meat will be very beautiful."
While cooking the candy, Jian Jia told Qin Yi what to pay attention to when cooking the candy. Qin Yi listened carefully and raised his brows slightly. He had to admit that he did underestimate Jian Jia before. Jian Jia, who looked weak, actually knew a lot of things. For example, he had never heard of frying sugar colors before, and he didn't know that frying sugar colors could actually help. So many points to note.
Jian Jia quickly adapted to the existence of Qin Yi as a "student". Since Qin Yi was determined to learn cooking, she would not hide anything. When it comes to learning, she feels that it is better to do it once than to say it a thousand times, so if conditions permit, she will give Qin Yi a chance to do it.
As the temperature rises, the color of the syrup gradually changes from light yellow to burnt red, and fine bubbles appear in the thick syrup. After frying to this extent, the sugar color will be considered. If you continue to cook, the cooked meat will become bitter.
Jian Jia commanded: "Pass the sliced pork belly to me."
Qin Yi quickly walked to the square table and picked up a large chopping board. On the chopping board were piled square slices of pork belly. The belly of the little wild boar is only one inch thick. The proportion of lean meat on the thick pig skin is much higher than the fat meat. The dark red lean meat is mixed with white fat layers, which looks very beautiful.
"The meat is ready to be put into the pot." Not to mention, it tastes really good to have someone to help. Jian Jia raised the spatula and tapped the pot twice, "It's ready to be put into the pot."
Qin Yi pushed the pork belly on the chopping board into the pot, and heard a "stab" sound, and green oily smoke came out of the pot. The sides of the heated meat began to change color, and the dark red lean meat turned into pinkish white. At this time, you can see the power of sugar color. After stir-frying for a few times, every piece of meat is evenly coated with a shiny sugar color.
I thought that after adding sugar color, there would be no need to add soy sauce to the pot, but after Jian Jia cooked the white wine along the edge of the pot, she also poured two small spoons of soy sauce into the meat. Now it was Qin Yi's turn to be puzzled: "Sugar color..."
Jian Jia explained: "The sugar color only makes the color of the meat look better, but does not add flavor to the meat. The purpose of adding soy sauce here is to add saltiness and umami to the meat."
The cooking wine and ginger slices remove the fishy smell, the star anise leaves add fragrance and enhance the taste... Every spice put in has its own effect. Qin Yi raised his hand and touched his chin, writing down every seasoning in the pot with a serious expression. The corners of Jian Jia's lips twitched involuntarily. Qin Yi's expression and look made her feel that she was not making braised pork, but doing a secret experiment in a laboratory.
After stir-frying thoroughly, the meat in the pot turned a beautiful reddish brown color, with ginger slices, fragrant leaves and star anise mixed in between the square pieces of meat. Jian Jia opened the smallest pot on the stove. It was specially used to boil hot water. The stove had been used for a long time today, and the water in the pot had already boiled. She scooped out boiling water and poured it into the cauldron. After the boiling water shallowly covered the meat, she covered the cauldron and waited for the delicious food to brew in the cauldron.
Farmhouse earthen stoves are made of soil and stone, with a black slate covering the top of the stove. As the most smoke-filled place in the home, the stove is also the place that is most likely to get dirty. When the oil was boiled and the meat stir-fried, some oil stains were inevitably splashed on the edge of the pot.
Jian Jia likes to clean up the stove while cooking. After taking over the Qin family stove, she immediately replaced the rag on the stove that was so dark that she could not see its shape. The two rags currently used are made of white cotton. White is the least resistant to dirt and is also the color that best tests cleanliness.
The aroma of meat mixed with oil smoke emerged from the gap in the pot lid, and white steam slowly circled twice on the stove, then drifted out of the kitchen along the large window. Jian Jia held the rag in her hand and wiped the stove slowly. The clean stone slabs were shiny with oil and looked as warm and moist as ink jade.
Qin Yi originally wanted to help, but at the moment he didn't know what he could do to help. He could only take a few steps back to watch Jian Jia clear the stove. Jian Jia was wearing a navy blue skirt, which was obviously the most common fabric in the area, but it looked particularly good on her. Qin Yi's eyes moved from the stove to Jian Jia's hands, and then from her arms to her temples.
The white gardenia swayed slightly with Jian Jia's movements, and Qin Yi couldn't help but take a second look.
While Jian Jia was cleaning up the stove, she was discussing with Qin Yi: "Can you help cut the pork liver into thin slices later? Let's have fried pork liver for lunch?" With such excellent knife skills, it would be a pity not to use it to cut pork liver. .
Qin Yi looked away and said in a low voice: "Okay."
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Qin Lang has been unable to eat many things due to his frailty since he was a child. If he is not careful, he will suffer from vomiting and diarrhea, and in severe cases, he will be bedridden. The fragrant oil residue was crispy and fragrant to chew, and it tasted very delicious without any seasoning. This was a taste he had never tasted before. He solemnly selected the three most pleasing pieces from the oil residue and placed them in the small bowl, then sat on the small bench with the small bowl in hand.
Carefully picking up a piece of golden oil residue, Qin Lang turned his head and nibbled on the fragrant delicacy bit by bit with his two thin front teeth. This is a little trick he came up with himself. If you eat it slowly, you can eat a piece of oil residue for a long time.
Seeing Qin Lang immersed in eating the oil residue with his eyes narrowed, the general was not happy. At the beginning, the general was still sitting dignifiedly, looking at the little master seriously with a pair of dog eyes, hoping that the little master would reward him with a piece of oil. But he waited and waited, drooling all over the floor, but the little master didn't even give it a look.
"嘤嘤嘤..." The general hummed a few times, trying to attract Qin Lang's attention.
Qin Lang glanced sideways at the general, and it was this glance that gave the general a signal. The dog suddenly grinned, sticking out his tongue and laughing, his big tail wagging rhythmically. When their eyes met, Qin Lang noticed something strange.
Just when Qin Lang was thinking about what this bad sign meant, the general suddenly moved.
The big black dog stood up and slyly approached Qin Lang. Before Qin Lang could react, he quickly rolled his tongue and ate the two remaining oil residues in the bowl with one gulp.
While eating, he purred happily, and his tail quickly swung out of the afterimage.
Woohoo, so delicious.
Dahei likes the meat that Dahei snatched with his own ability!
Qin Lang was dumbfounded when facing the empty bowl: "..."
No, no more? !
After eating, the dog felt that it was not enough, so he licked his mouth with unsatisfied content, and then stared at the unfinished piece of oil residue in the hands of the little master. It rolled its eyes, and the dog raised its head furtively toward its little master's hand, and first licked Qin Lang's fingers comfortingly. Qin Lang thought this was the general apologizing to him, and his heart softened just as he saw the next Miao Gouzi had already swept away the remaining oil residue in his hand, and jumped away from the scene while making a sound of ecstasy.
Hehe, this is the second piece of meat that Dahei has obtained with his own ability!
Dahei is great!
The cold wind blew with wet water vapor, blurring Qin Lang's face. Looking at the big dog's round butt, Qin Lang bit his lip. He kept telling himself not to argue with a dog, but the harder he tried to endure it, the more his emotions became uncontrollable.
"Wow--"
Qin Lang couldn't hold it in any longer and cried loudly into the empty bowl, "The dog took away my oil residue, wow——"
Hearing Qin Lang's cry, Qin Yi was stunned for a moment. He hadn't heard Qin Lang cry like this for a long time.
Brothers from ordinary families are not much different in age, but Qin Yi and Qin Lang are an exception. Qin Lang is the son of his parents. Qin Lang was born when Qin Yi was twelve years old. Facing his younger brother, Qin Yi didn't like him at first.
In his opinion, Qin Lang is too squeamish. He will cry when he is hungry or sleepy, and he will cry at the top of his voice when he is bumped. At that time, he was already able to go hunting alone in the mountains, while his younger brother was still learning to walk and talk. Letting him stay at home and take care of Qin Lang is the greatest torture in the world for him.
Later, the government sent a notice that the Qin family would send someone to serve in the military. His father is elderly and his younger brother is still young. Even though he was reluctant, Qin Yi still stepped forward. When he left home, Qin Lang was less than two years old. He no longer remembered what his parents said to him that day. He only remembered that Qin Lang, with tears streaming down his face, hugged his thigh tightly and shouted vaguely, "Brother." Don’t go”.
After four years of life and death in the army, he originally wanted to earn military honors and return home to honor his family, but unexpectedly, he received the news that his mother was dead and his father was seriously ill. When he returned home after crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, Qin Lang was the only one left in the huge family.
I still remember when I saw Qin Lang for the first time after returning home, my younger brother had a white face and lowered his head, not even daring to look into his own eyes. The time apart made their brothers even stranger. The crybaby brother in his memory turned into someone he didn't recognize. Qin Lang changed from a squeamish little crybaby to an obedient and sensible brother.
Qin Yi put down the knife in his hand and walked out of the kitchen quickly, feeling a little distressed when he saw his brother who was crying and his face was red. He looked at the general reproachfully and pointed at the corner of the wall with his finger. The general grunted twice, then lowered his tail and lowered his head and carefully huddled up against the wall.
After cleaning up the general, Qin Yi walked to Qin Lang, pulled up his sleeves and gently wiped the tears on Qin Lang's face: "Stop crying, brother has taught the general a lesson. There is still a lot of oil residue in the bowl, brother, let me get it for you. "
I thought that Qin Lang would put away his tears after getting the new oil residue, but he didn't know that the softer his voice and movements were, the harder Qin Lang's tears would fall. Qin Yi's sleeves were wet with tears, and Qin Lang had already moved into his arms and cried loudly.
Qin Yi clumsily hugged his brother's thin body, feeling a little stunned for a moment. No matter how dull he was, he could still see that his brother was crying not just because the oil residue was robbed, but because he wanted to vent the grievances and sourness he had endured these days.
On weekdays, Qin Lang would not even speak loudly, and would never express to himself even if he had any grievances or needs. Except that he cried a few days ago when selling Junjun, this was the second time he heard Qin Lang cry after returning home.
It was also the first time Qin Yi realized that his brother was still a child. Qin Lang had not really grown up, but pretended to be strong in front of his stern and rare brother after the death of his parents.
