Chapter 107

Even if lv10's skills can stand on its own, xiuci Beiyuan slowly put down the kitchen knife and carefully studied [cooking] to get auxiliary skills after upgrading to the middle level - it seems that the more integrated skill books, the more and more powerful auxiliary skills will be obtained when upgrading skills. It just happened that xiuci Beiyuan had nothing to do some time ago to collect the East Asian All the recipes of Southeast Asian countries have been eaten.

It turns out that we should pay attention to this. We should pay attention to learning skills in the future. We can't brush hard and fast.

Dongmei stood beside him with a small black face, holding a sharp and long fish cutter in her hand, and asked softly, "is this what you said to help?"

She has been patient for four days. At first, she thought that xiuci kithara had some wonderful ideas. Now, it's just nonsense. Finally, she couldn't help asking.

These four days, xiuci Beiyuan arranged her, Xueli and spring dishes. She took turns to go to the hospital to guard Zhilong Fukuzawa, hoping that Zhilong Fukuzawa could get better. He didn't do anything himself, so he played with turnips in the store.

The shop is now in a mess. Radishes are piled up like a mountain. The choking smell of radish permeates the whole space, making people want to vomit. Instead, the whole family is mobilized to eat radishes as stains, but it still has to waste more than 90%. If Hideki kithara doesn't give a reasonable explanation, Dongmei's fish slicer will be stuck in Hideki kithara's ass the next moment - it's already very difficult at home. Does this guy have to make these planes? Are you here to help or to make trouble?

"I'm improving my cooking skills to prepare for being a shopkeeper general." xiuci Beiyuan didn't hide it from Dong Mei. One said one and two said two. In ancient times, there was a man who realized the Tao by watching the river flow and passing away. Now he cuts turnips and grasps the essence of cooking. It is also the same in ancient and modern times. Each is a good talk.

Dongmei is not mentally retarded. Naturally, she doesn't believe it. Her face is darker: "improve her cooking by cutting radishes?"

This is the chef's basic skill. If it's good, it's equivalent to Su Zhen in fencing! If you want to improve your cooking skills in this way, chefs will go everywhere. There are many famous chefs like dogs. Do you still need you?

Xiuci Beiyuan smiled and picked up the kitchen knife again. Suddenly, the whole popularity field was different. It seemed that the whole kitchen had become his territory, and anyone or anything against his will would be implicitly excluded. According to his skills, he is no worse than those professional chefs who have worked for many years, but equipped with new auxiliary skills, And those famous chefs with unique skills.

Confidence comes from strength!

He smiled at Dong Mei and said to them, "my cultivation has been completed. What do you want to eat? Come on, feel free and try my craft!"

Sitting in a corner of the kitchen in the snow, he held a white radish in his hand, burped and shook his head: "no, xiuci, I really can't eat any more. Now... No, I won't eat radishes in the future."

Today, it's Chuncai's turn to go to the hospital to accompany her, but her closest father is ill. Xueli is still very sad at home and has been very depressed. Dongmei loves her and the wasted radishes. Knowing that she likes to eat, she puts her in the kitchen to eat casually, and she doesn't stop. She turns pain into appetite and eats haisai, but no matter how much she eats, she is a person, After all, there is time to eat enough.

She has two rabbits, but she is not a rabbit. She can't stand taking radish as her staple food.

Kithara xiuci was a little embarrassed. Did he eat the child out of radish phobia? He went over and said softly to the snow, "we don't want these radishes. Don't force yourself to eat them. Now for a change, do you have any favorite food?"

Sitting in the pile of turnips in the corner of the kitchen in the snow, she looked very poor. She bowed her head and thought for a while. She said wrongfully, "I want to eat mustard bibimbap made by my mother. I haven't eaten it for a long time. I could eat ten bowls before, but you can't do it. My mother has an exclusive secret recipe."

Beiyuan xiuci smiled, took the radish from her hand and said softly, "it's all right. Let's have mustard bibimbap."

Xueli looked up at him, stubbornly shook his head and said, "Mom's Mustard bibimbap is really special. Dad can't do it. You haven't eaten it before. It's better not to do it well."

"Try it!" kithara smiled again and went to wash rice.

Dongmei followed him with a small black face and said angrily, "do you want to continue fooling around? Don't you mean to continue operating the wine house? There's not much money at home, you know? There's not much money!"

In fact, there are still some. Sellers should be able to sell more, but Dongmei is now extremely nervous and more dependent on money. Every yen spent is gouging out her heart with a knife. Any act that makes the money disappear in her hand is killing her.

She regretted that she believed in Beiyuan xiuci, but she couldn't do without Beiyuan xiuci if she wanted to reopen. Spring food was too small to hold up. She didn't think it was reliable to hire one from outside - she began to worry about whether to drive Beiyuan xiuci away.

Beiyuan xiuci tilted her head and smiled at her, comforting her: "prepare another day today, and we'll restart business tomorrow. It's no problem."

Dongmei hesitates for a moment and can only choose to endure another day. However, if xiuci Beiyuan still makes such nonsense tomorrow, she will mobilize her sisters to beat him out directly.

But these days, only a few small ones still went to kindergarten without knowing the truth. They all took personal leave for the time being. Now she has nothing to do. So she stood next to Beiyuan xiuci and watched him cook mustard bibimbap. However, after watching it for a while, she felt wrong and reminded: "you shouldn't use this kind of rice. Mom didn't do it before."

If you should pay attention to rice dressing, the choice of rice is very important. You even need several kinds of rice to match each other, so that you can have a perfect taste. However, if you cook rice indiscriminately, it will be sticky and uncomfortable. How can it be delicious?

Beiyuan xiuci chose three kinds of rice to match with each other according to the method she learned. Unlike Fukuzawa's mother's formula, Dongmei must still think her mother is authentic.

Beiyuan xiuci ignored her and said with a smile, "I know."

Dongmei glanced at him obliquely, turned over the refrigerator and said, "there is no fresh horseradish at home, and it's very expensive. Don't waste food!"

The horseradish in the wine house is prepared for those diners who occasionally order sashimi. Zhilong Fukuzawa is very particular about it. He doesn't take horseradish as a supplement. He really provides freshly ground horseradish - mostly for the blind, and ordinary diners can't eat it.

Many people can't tell the difference between mustard, horseradish and horseradish. They basically eat it blindly.

Mustard in Japanese cuisine actually refers to horseradish, and the toothpaste like mustard paste is not real mustard, but horseradish. As for the real mustard, it is a traditional spicy spice - mustard bibimbap that Xueli wants to eat actually refers to freshly ground horseradish bibimbap.

When Japanese people mention horseradish, they usually call it "wasabi", and the corresponding Chinese character name is "weizuobi". It is a pungent spice that replaced pepper in the Tang Dynasty of China more than a thousand years ago. It was spread to Japan in three biographies and two biographies. I don't know what's going on. Today it has become mustard in the cognition of ordinary people. It may be that the taste of the three is too similar to distinguish, but it matches with sashimi, That is to say, the consumption of sashimi should also come from the matching - it is difficult to verify now. Why do the Japanese eat sashimi dipped in freshly ground horseradish? Now they can't say three, four, five or six by themselves.

Horseradish is a delicate plant. It has high requirements for water temperature, water quality and soil salinity. It doesn't like light. It only grows in the damp and cool place at the root of big trees. Even so, it will take a year or two before the meat is mature. The longer the growth time, the more delicate the meat is, the better the quality is - artificially cultivated ones stand aside, and the fast-growing quality is average.

Only in terms of cuisine, horseradish is authentic, horseradish is a substitute, and the taste is two or three grades worse. It can be regarded as the cousin of horseradish, who gets its taste but doesn't get its God. Its nickname is horse radish, and it is the brother of radish. As for mustard, it's a traditional spice all over the world. It's very common. You can see from the name. It's that mustard seeds are ground into powder, and it's the inferior of the inferior.

Dongmei still cares about the lack of fresh horseradish. If it's not delicious, it's better not to do it. It's better to keep it and sell it for money. Xiuci Beiyuan doesn't care about her. She takes horseradish and grinds it.

Horseradish itself is not spicy and does not choke the nose. Only in the process of fine grinding, the mustard enzyme, which originally does not invade the river water, will react with sulfide glucoside, showing a unique style of ingredients and refreshing fragrance.

Beiyuan xiuci has a non catchy operation. He uses quick freezing to reduce the steaming rice to the temperature that can be imported immediately. After holding more than half of the bowl, he spreads a thin layer of freshly ground horseradish on the rice, then hides the horseradish, takes the prepared soy sauce, pours it around, and finally sends it to the snow.

The snow stretched out his nose and sniffed carefully. He said in some confusion, "Mom doesn't make it like this. Can it be delicious?"

Beiyuan xiuci turned to serve the second bowl again and said with a smile, "just taste it."

Xueli took chopsticks and took a big bite. Then she was stunned with her bowl and her head down.

Dongmei looked at Beiyuan xiuci and her sister. She asked with some expectation, "how's the taste?" she hoped that Beiyuan xiuci's cooking would be excellent, so that her family's store could continue to operate.

The snow didn't answer, raised his head, and there were two lines of clear tears on his beautiful face. She cried silently for a while, and suddenly burst into tears.

Dongmei was shocked and hurriedly went to grab her job. She shouted, "what's the matter? Is it too hot?"

Xueli held the bowl in her arms and sobbed, "it's my mother's taste. I miss my mother. Don't stop me, sister, and let me finish!" after that, she bowed her head and began to pick up the rice, crying while picking up, "I miss my mother, I miss my mother, sobbing..."

She felt really uncomfortable these days. When she thought of her mother, tears couldn't stop flowing.

Dongmei is pushed aside by the snow. Looking at her tearful sister, she is deeply confused - is it delicious or bad?

Kithara xiuci handed a bowl of rice to her and said with a helpless smile, "try it, too?" he didn't expect to eat and cry in the snow. Maybe it was the horseradish that choked her nose, and she was in a bad mood these days!

Dong Meiman took the bowl suspiciously. Looking left and right, he could not see the difference from what he had eaten before. Finally, he gently mixed it, picked a chopstick into his mouth, and felt that it was absolutely fresh horseradish. No doubt, some slight choking noses made people's nose and hair sour, but it was that kind of refreshing sour, which seemed to dissipate the heat of the hot summer in an instant, More importantly, it's really my mother's taste - just after eating such a meal, I naturally think of my mother's tenderness, amiable smile and Chunchun words in the past.

Some seem to open the dusty memory.

Dongmei couldn't help bursting into tears. She quickly lowered her head, wiped her tears and whispered, "it's so spicy. It chokes her nose, and the taste is general!"