Author: Heart of Light and Darkness

“Ha!

Ha!”

Su Rou and Zhang Zhouxuan were all wondering whether this "Jingbian Heshen" would be renamed "Zhouji Heshen". Zhouzhou's prestige has surpassed Jingbian Sanshilang. As soon as he finished speaking, two chefs pulled the water gun tube and the other was responsible for pressurizing. The bright water column rushed towards the puffer liver in Zhouzhou's hands.

Zhou Zhou's hand holding the pufferfish cod liver directly faced the water flow that was shot. At the same time, he pressed, pinched, squeezed, and rubbed his hands at the same time, and micro-operated from various angles until the liver poison he squeezed out of the pufferfish liver was washed away cleanly.

That's all?

Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan really wanted to stand up and watch carefully. Because he was old and dazzled, he could see clearly than Sanshilang by the well. He just saw Zhou Zhou burying his head in the water table and quickly operated it.

This way, can alleviate the poison in the liver?

Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan thinks he is a seed of longevity that can live 150 years old, but he doesn't want to die too early because of a delicacy.

Mitsuro Jingbian looked at the time. It was only a dozen minutes after that. His puffer fish liver had to be soaked for a long time, but Zhouzhou was ready to put it into the pot?

He was filled with mixed feelings at this moment. If Zhouzhou could really remove the poison from the puffer fish liver without using external drugs, there was no need to compare it. All fools know what the puffer fish liver is like after Chinese medicine, and how can they compare the fresh products?

"Take a frying pan and don't give me a non-stick pan. Just make it iron. Put a few slices of fat pork in it, make some oil out, and pour it out after it is cooked, then refine it.

Also, although the red wine in the kitchen area is of AOC level, the winery produced is at most only level 2.

Mr. Jingbian, I wonder if you have any top-notch Lafites here?

If it weren't for the top rating and the purest taste of the top raffii, it wouldn't be worthy of this puffer fish liver."

What Zhouzhou is preparing to make is "Red Wine Fried Pork Liver", which is similar to "Red Wine Foie Gras". Last time he played with Huaianren, his understanding of foie gras has reached the master level. With the food bond bonus of Su Rou, a buff beauty, he is also very sure when it comes to cooking puffer liver.

Compared to using white wine, making puffer liver with red wine has higher requirements for the quality of wine, so Zhouzhou requires "Liangbianheshen" to provide top-quality red wine.

"How about Lafite in 1982?"

Before Ibian Sanjiro replied, Ibian Nijiro had already responded first: "We have some valuable 82 Lafites hidden here. If Master Zhou needs to use it, I will get it immediately!"

"Lafite in 1982. Although it's good, it's still a little worse."

"Old Zhou, the 1982 years of Lafite is not good. So what year do you want? Is it so exaggerated?"

Su Rou was a little puzzled. Even she wouldn't be so extravagant that she had to eat 82 lafites for every meal. She was just cooking. Isn't this enough?

"yes."

Zhou Zhou nodded with a smile: "The Lafite among the highest comprehensive standards, and the highest rating is actually not the Lafite in 1982.

It is the best one after sinking it in an oak barrel. It takes half a century of sleeping for Lafite in 59. Of course, this kind of treasure is hard to find, so let’s take Lafite in 2016. It is actually better quality than Lafite in 1982 and cheaper.”

In 1982, Lafite was very famous and expensive. In fact, it was not the highest rating among Lafites. Lafites in at least ten years were stronger than it. Among them, Lafites in 1959 and 2016 were the highest rating, ranking first and second.

"16 years old? It shouldn't sound expensive?"

Su Rou was stunned for a moment, and her understanding of red wine was only at the level of 82 Lafite; for women, 'not using red wine is virtue.'

"Although the 2016 Lafite is good, it is still not as good as the 1959 vintage. It's a coincidence that I still have a bottle of treasure here. If Master Zhou wants to use it, I won't hide my own personal information."

Mitsuro Ibena suddenly smiled, turned around and went to the cellar under the kitchen. Not long after, he walked back with a bottle of red wine in his hand: "The bottle in my hand is Lafite from 59, and it is not much left. He once sold 30,000 pounds at the top auction house in the UK!

I originally wanted to treasure it for a few years, but now I can use it as an auxiliary material for Master Zhou.”

Zhou Zhou was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that Mijiro Jingbian had such a situation. He nodded and said, "Hehe, good thing, so thank you Mr. Jingbian."

As he said that, he quickly heated the frying pan, poured in half a cup of pure water and the pig fat that had been left before, and began to boil the pig oil.

This is refining oil with the fat of top wild pufferfish. If this pufferfish was not pregnant, it would be impossible to think about it.

As the pig fat gradually melted in the pot, a strange fragrance suddenly spread.

"It smells so good!"

Everyone felt as if there was an invisible hand composed of fragrance, slowly stroking from head to toe, comforting them.

So touched.

Very greedy

How many pieces of puffer fish liver can I get at that time?

Everyone looked at each other, but they felt that their companions around them had never been so hateful, so they could get angry no matter how they looked at them!

Fried puffer liver in a fragrant way is like fried foie gras, which belongs to metaphysics.

It is said that when the top Western chefs cook foie gras, they are full of emotions. The geese who are stuffed into fatty livers are all pitiful. Now that they are finally relieved, the chefs have the responsibility to make their livers into the top-level dishes so that they will not be ashamed of these miserable little guys.

"In fact, cooking skills are the same as all the skills in this world. If you want to go further, you need love."

When Mijiro Ibene said this, his eyes were very confused, as if he had become a little fan of Zhouzhou, and he completely forgot that this was a competition between him and Zhouzhou.

Whether he was hypocritical or real, people from China nodded secretly. Qin Jian looked at him and felt much more comfortable. It seemed that the Qin family lost to the Jingbian family.

The aroma of boiling pig fat made countless people swallow their saliva. The chefs of "Beijing Heshen" were even reluctant to throw away the oil from the cooked pot. At Zhouzhou's urging, they poured out the oil from the first boiled pot of the pot with reluctance.

Mijiro Ibena's face twitched violently. He could not imagine that Zhouzhou would have the heart to give up such delicious oil. It was just because they would have a slight change in taste after they were cooked.

This is a waste!

If you steam a pot of high-quality Japanese fragrant rice, pour pig oil on the rice, and add a few black plums, it will be a peerless delicacy that can be put on the Imperial Palace!

Such a level of food will even make an ordinary chef reach the top of the industry and become a master and master that countless peers admire!

But Zhouzhou was disdainful of such delicacies. What earth-shaking food did he come up with?

Mijiro Ibe subconsciously touched his "Qingjian" and felt a little lost, but also a little secretly happy.

Although he felt sorry for losing the "Qingren" but being able to interact with Zhouzhou, a peerless genius chef, is something that is worth celebrating.

A smile gradually rose on my lips, and Mijiro Ibi said in his heart: "I am right! Using 'Qingjian' as a bargaining chip to bet with Master Zhou is the most correct thing I have ever done in my life!

It is my greatest luck to be able to lose Qingblade to Master Zhou!"

Mijiro Ibi's chest was undulating, and blood seemed to begin to surge.

After pouring out the oil in the cooked pot, Zhouzhou began to slowly boil the pig fat on low heat. When the oil fragrance first arose, put the whole piece of the puffer fish liver that was always pinched in his hand into the pot.

Everyone was watching with wide eyes. They thought Zhouzhou would go to get a frying shovel after putting down the puffer fish liver, but his actions were extremely coherent. As soon as the puffer fish liver fell into the pot, it made a squeak sound when Zhouzhou clamped the two fingers of the middle of the food, he had already gently turned over the puffer fish liver.

"Just with your hands?"

"Who taught you this trick?"

When he saw Zhouzhou's technique, Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan widened his eyes. Did that senior teach such techniques himself? Is he really treating Zhouzhou as a disciple?

"Master Zhou is really unfathomable. No wonder I lose."

Qin Jian was deeply shocked at this moment. He had never made fried pig liver, but was an expert in making fried foie gras. He naturally understood how difficult this technique was; once he mastered it, how critical it was to improve the quality of various fried dishes.

Because foie gras is essentially fatty liver, it is extremely delicate. No matter how good the quality of the metal spatula is, it will inevitably damage the surface of the foie gras and cause the taste to be lost. If you use a wooden spatula, because the shovel is too thick, it will be difficult for even the most skillful chef to fry.

But since it is fried, how can I not turn it over?

The chefs have come up with various methods, and they are afraid of breaking the pot, so they wear anti-temperature gloves to affect their feel. In the end, they can only give up the idea of ​​pursuing perfection and use a frying shovel to turn the foie gras.

Qin Jian knew that a truly wise chef could take quick action and fry foie gras with empty hands.

This seems simple, but it is actually very difficult, because the oil temperature is high, the foie gras absorbs heat quickly, and it is tender and not subject to force. If the hand is slightly stronger, the liver will be broken. If the power is slightly smaller, it will not be able to accurately grasp it!

Even he, a chef who is "interconnected with Chinese and Western", could only turn his hands twice when he first entered the pot. Moreover, this is still foie gras. The puffer liver used in Zhouzhou is several times more tender than foie gras. If it were him, he would probably not even be sure to turn it empty-handed!

"Aren't you hot? You're almost caught up with the legendary 'high-buy'. It is said that these people can grab soap in the hot water basin with empty hands."

Su Rou muttered in a low voice.

For some reason, what she was worried about at this moment was not whether this "red wine fried puffer liver" would be successful, but whether Zhouzhou would be scalded with his fingers.

"I'm just considering Su's group. If he gets burned, it will definitely affect the interests of the group. I don't care about him."

Su Rou muttered in her heart, and finally found a high-sounding reason to care about Zhouzhou.

In fact, Qin Jian also knew it but didn't know why. He just thought that Zhouzhou fryed puffer liver with empty hands for the perfect taste, but he didn't know that Zhouzhou's move was to be a perfectly delicious food, and also to be safe.

Hu Weiyong became the "puffer fish prime minister" by relying on his own skill in making puffer fish, but he had to soak the liver of the pig in Chinese medicine juice before he could dare to eat it for his benefactor Li Shanchang, not to mention that the seven-star pig brought by Sanshilang by the well was more poisonous than Hu Weiyong used it back then!

Puffer fish liver is different at high temperatures and room temperatures. Although it has been 'removed all liver toxins' at room temperatures, it is hard to say when it is forced by high temperatures.

If there is a residual poison, it will be released. Even if the toxicity is not enough, it will damage the body. Therefore, Zhouzhou had to fry the puffer fish liver with empty hands under high temperatures. The "myth on the tip of the tongue" is not just about contacting the puffer fish liver with his own hands, which allows him to determine whether the remaining poison of this puffer fish liver has been exhausted, so that he can feel completely at ease.

These games have really lost a lot. The amount of insights consumed alone is hundreds of, and it is almost over.

Zhou Zhou carried his back behind his back with one hand, and didn't even hold the handle of the pot. He only used his middle fingers to squeeze the puffer fish liver with his middle fingers. It was very fast and the frequency of frying was extremely high. Often, one side of the puffer fish liver would be turned again after only a few seconds, because his hand speed was extremely fast, and he was not afraid of the high-temperature hot oil on the puffer liver.

The two experts, Mijiro Ibena and Qin Jian, were stunned. How many times can this be measured?

Zhouzhou is probably not a mortal's finger, but this is just a flash of fingers, right?

As Zhouzhou kept turning, this small piece of puffer fish liver was like a dancing elf, gradually becoming golden and attractive in the hot oil. When he was about to leave this world, he left his most beautiful and moving side to the diners on earth.

"liquor!"

Zhou Zhou stretched out his hand and Su Rou had already handed over Lafite in advance in the glass watering can.

Zhouzhou took the watering can and took the mouth for 59 years.

"Puff puff puff puff!"
To be continued...