Chapter 9: Loach Taro (Part 1) ()

Look at it, Zhu Simao had a rack to help the two brothers take a bath. Just kidding, Wang Kuang was in his thirties, and Zhu Simao was not able to get her wish when she saw that she was only thirty or forty years old. She hurriedly said: "Auntie is not busy, so we brothers have to go back to the Taoist temple to get some things and wash them when we come back." After that, he pulled Wang Xianluo and ran away.

Wang Kuang said he wanted to go back to get things, but Wang Kuang was just an excuse. There was really nothing in the Taoist temple worth the two brothers to take. Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the Taoist temple, he saw Wang Xian running to the statue and taking out a small cloth bag, carefully holding it out.

"Second son, what is this?" Wang Kuang was a little curious when he saw Wang Xian's careful appearance.

"My mother gave it to me, saying that my elder brother and I each have one." Erzi opened the cloth bag and found a small object that was grinding black and shiny. He picked it up and looked carefully. He could see some textures. They should be made of old flower peach wood. They looked like a shiny surface. The surface was rubbed brightly. The style of the object looked like a jade pendant hanging on the waist of a wealthy family. I think it was because the ancestors of the family were in trouble and had to order something for the juniors in the family, so he carved this pendant with rosewood.

"Then your elder brother?" Wang Kuang was a little uncertain, and was afraid of causing Wang Xian's thoughts, so he did not dare to ask in detail.

"Mom said she got lost in the early years and never came back." As she said that, Wang Xian was probably thinking of his tragic deaths, and Wang Xian was a little choked.

"If you get lost, it may not be gone. Maybe one day your elder brother will come back." Wang Kuang comforted Wang Xian, but there was nothing else to say, so he could only comfort him like this.

The two brothers took the things and prepared to go back. After walking two steps, Wang Kuang thought about it and carried the broken pot that they usually cooked in his hands: "This is the heirloom of our brothers, and we cannot be thrown away." He wanted to leave a souvenir to commemorate the hard days he had when he came to the Tang Dynasty in the first few days.

When he turned back to the inn courtyard, he saw that Zhu Si Niang was not here, Wang Kuang hurriedly pulled Wang Xian into the house and locked the door. The water was still warm. He took a shower in the basin and changed his clothes.

The style of the clothes is very simple, with a blue short-clad shirt and pants made of linen, and a pair of wooden clogs. At this time, the cotton cloth probably had not been spread to the Jiangnan area, and ordinary people could not afford to wear silk clothes. After turning around, it was not only a bit hard, but it was quite fit.

After washing, Wang Xian touched around the house. Wang Kuang came to the yard and sat on the stone pier, thinking about preparing something, such as pillows. Wang Kuang knew that people in the Tang Dynasty mostly used wooden pillows, while those who were richer used stone pillows, while those who were richer used jade pillows, and those who were even richer used jade pillows. Wang Kuang was not used to it. Another day, I would like to ask Zhu Si Niang to help sew two pillow covers and stuff them into the husks. Wang Kuang remembered that the pillows he slept when he was a child were stuffed with husks. In addition, in this yard, I had to find a way to make a stone table, so I could use a few stones under a flat stone, so that I could bask in the sun and drink tea in the yard in winter. It was also good.

Just as I was thinking, I heard a clamor in the inn opposite the alley. I walked through the alley and came to the inn, but I saw a man holding a fish basket and begging Manager Sun for something, while Manager Sun looked helpless.

After listening to it for a while, Wang Kuang finally understood that the man's name was Hu Liu. He usually leaned against the river to touch some fish and sent it to the inn to exchange for some money for a living. Unexpectedly, his luck was not good today. He only touched some small fish and more than a dozen loaches. No one ate loaches in Tang Shi because he thought it was drunk and had a strong smell of earth. The man touched it for a day before he touched it. Thinking that the family was still waiting for the rice to be put into the pot, he had no choice but to take these small fish and loaches to the inn to try. Manager Sun naturally refused to collect it, so the stalemate came to the stalemate.

When Wang Kuang saw the loach, he remembered that he had seen a basket of taro in the kitchen. He suddenly missed a famous dish in his hometown before, so he pulled Manager Sun to the side: "Grandpa Sun, this loach is also delicious, so I might as well collect it, I'll try it."

Sun Jinlai, the shopkeeper Sun knew that Wang Kuang had shown such a skill before, but he was skeptical about the saying that the loach was delicious. However, when he thought of the boss' attitude towards Wang Kuang, he had a try-and-see attitude, and it was hard to say what Wang Kuang was. Besides, after all, he had been a shopkeeper for decades, and he had a long-term consideration: if Wang Dalang could make the loach, he would have more dishes to attract customers in the inn in the future. Even if it was not done well, it would be a little money. So he asked Li Dadan to even out a pound of rice for the man and take the fish and loach to the kitchen to raise it with water. The man saw that Wang Kuang said something and asked Manager Sun to change his mind. He thought Wang Kuang was the little boss's family, so he thanked Wang Kuang with great gratitude and took the rice to go home.

"Let's go." Wang Kuang held him, "If you find some other fish and shrimps that no one wants in the future, you might as well send them. I'll see if it can be used. If it can be used, please stay."

When Manager Sun saw Wang Kuang say this, he felt a little unhappy. He thought of the boss's instructions and couldn't say anything, so he could only hide his dissatisfaction in his heart.

When he arrived at the kitchen, Master Wang was busy preparing the ingredients. Zhu Si Niang was also helping pick vegetables. After Master Zhu left, they were the only one who could cook in the whole kitchen, and no one helped the kitchen. In order to avoid the guests being busy for a long time, he could only process some ingredients that could be stored for a long time. Wang Kuang took out the loach alone into another basin of water, cut two slices of ginger and threw them in, and dripped a few drops of sesame oil into it. Master Wang stopped and looked at Wang Kuang's actions meticulously. He had been helping the kitchen for more than ten years and still had eyesight. Wang Kuang's previous method of handling dios was very novel. Later, he also secretly tried it and found that his hands were no longer itchy. Therefore, he believed that Wang Kuang's actions must be reasonable, but he was embarrassed to ask, so he should watch it first.

After processing the loach, Wang Kuang added some water to the pot and boiled it. He then went to the basket to pick a few taros. The taro is not delicious. He has to pick the egg-sized ones, round and not big bud tips. He will meet after cooking. It is still very fragrant. After washing the taro, put it in the pot, cover it. He squatted to the stove to add firewood. At this time, the fourth lady Zhu hurried over to pick up Wang Kuang: "I'll come and I'll do you want to make the fire." Wang Kuang stopped and saw Master Wang watching from the side. He knew that he was a little confused and smiled: "I'm going to make a dish. If you can cook it later, please give me some advice."

"I dare not, don't dare, I don't know what Dalang is going to do? I'll help you." Yes, this is climbing along the pole, and I want to learn the art, but it's hard to say it clearly.

Wang Kuang was not prepared to hide his own privately. Isn’t it just a way to cook? After understanding it, you may not be able to make it. There are so many recipes flying all over the sky in later generations, but how many chefs can you have? After all, cooking is the same as doing other things, you still need to understand. Wang Kuang doesn’t believe in the sentence “Genius is 99% sweat.” He always believed that no matter what he learned, understanding is the most important. For example, Wang Kuang used to spend a few hours in English every day, but the fourth grade was only 61 points for the general. Some people hardly learned much, and they were very speaking and were not vague when talking to foreigners. For example, when Wang Kuang learned to drive, Wang Kuang spent the least amount of time in the entire class, but the result was that the coach had something to do.

If you want to go out, let Wang Kuang sit in the passenger seat and guide others. For example, when cooking, sometimes Wang Kuang can find out how to cook once and quickly make dishes that are not inferior. Some people teach step by step, but they can't teach them no matter how much they teach. This is the difference between enlightenment. Therefore, Wang Kuang firmly believes that genius depends on 80% of enlightenment and 10% of sweat, and 10% of opportunities. No matter how hard they try, they are mediocre in a certain field, but as long as they find a field that suits their understanding, they are very likely to be a genius. In the past, Wang Kuang even often thought that if Master Lu Xun had been practicing medicine all his life, he would probably be a quack doctor?

"I'm going to make a loach taro. Can Master Wang help me find a pot with a lid? In addition, ask my aunt to help me grow a fire, so that it's more prosperous."

The fourth lady Zhu burned the stove and then went to the stove. Master Wang also found a pottery jar. Wang Kuang, at this time, had already taken a few garlics, cut a few green onions and some minced ginger to set aside. Without chili, the dish lacked a lot of flavor, but there was nothing I could do. I guess the chili was still on the way to China.

Seeing Master Wang bringing the pottery jar and looking at the loach, Wang Kuang had the idea of ​​giving advice. After all, Sun Mingqian was right. He was not suitable for becoming famous now. If Wang Kuang wanted to take charge of the kitchen in the future, with Wang Kuang's mentality of pursuing perfection, he would definitely not cook casually, which would be a great insult to food. Therefore, he was only suitable for standing behind the scenes for a few years and helping Sun Mingqian's inn to train one or two chefs who were on the table, which was worthy of his grace for taking in and protecting him.

"This loach is usually in the mud, and there is a lot of mud left in the stomach and intestines. If it is not processed cleanly, it will have a very heavy smell of mud. Drop some sesame oil and put a few slices of ginger to stimulate the loach to spit out the mud in the stomach and intestines. After doing this, the smell of mud will not be so heavy." Seeing that the water in the basin was already turbid, Wang Kuang changed the water while saying to Master Wang. After changing the water, he threw two slices of ginger, dripped a few drops of sesame oil in, and then poured a little rice wine.

"Then what effect does this wine do?" Seeing Wang Kuang take the initiative to give advice, Master Wang understood that Wang Kuang didn't hide it. This was clearly what he would teach him this dish, so he didn't hide it and asked directly.
Chapter completed!