Chapter 994

Lemon chicken claws are a great way to relieve the summer heat. Meng Shihan eats them one by one.

The men are chatting nearby.

"Brother, what's your name? How many years have you been a cook?" Li prawns let Yang Song smoke.

Yang Song pushed: "don't be your surname Yang. I haven't been a cook for a few years. I became a cook after I graduated from college."

This sentence poked the hornet's nest.

Li Da shrimp backhanded and patted his son on the head: "your boy learned from others, went to college, became a cook, and his girlfriend is so beautiful. What about you? Three kinds, which one do you occupy? What's the use of me giving birth to you?"

Li Gui was wronged: "it seems that you went to college."

"I said you were delicious and delicious for you, so I didn't make me proud."

"Maybe he went to pheasant university, otherwise why didn't he tell you where he graduated?" Li Guizhen has words.

Yang Song: "Los Angeles University, honorary graduate."

Li prawn went straight to his feet this time: "do you hear me? People don't say it at first. It's for modesty. Do you understand the traditional Chinese virtues?"

Li Gui covered his head, forgot to cover his ass and hid in the corner: "what about that young man who graduated from college? He's not a cook yet? Don't think I don't know that you new cooks are trained like grandchildren in the back kitchen. You're not as good as me. I'm the boss's son!"

"How dare you tell me!" Li Da shrimp felt the rolling pin out of nowhere.

Yang Song stopped him and said, "when I was about to graduate from college, I pushed a snack cart. After making some money, I opened a shop myself. Well, I became my own boss."

Hello, boss's son.

Yang Song didn't intend to argue with the boy, but the boy's reasonable and proud tone annoyed him.

"Contemporary young people should not be like you."

What annoyed Yang song most was that the boy dared to wink at Meng Shihan.

Sir, you suckling son of a bitch.

"Chef Li, have you been drinking this potato stewed chicken twice? You don't have any dregs. It tastes good. You use the yellow bar?"

Li Da shrimp admired him even more: "yes, I first removed the fat in the chicken with big water. I felt unclean and stewed it again."

Yang Song said: "the second time, you can actually brew with boiling water. There is no need to stew again. It is easy to cause the loss of chicken nutrition and the subsequent weakness of meat aroma. In addition, you can remove the fishiness. You can use green plum wine or flower carving. The common Erguotou can also be used, but you must bubble green onion, ginger and garlic in the wine before cooking. I call this homemade cooking wine."

Cooking stew, onions, ginger and garlic are always indispensable.

Yang Song said, and Li Daxia remembered with his notebook.

"Yes, no wonder many diners say that my potato stewed chicken is clean, but it's not fragrant enough." Li prawn poured a cup of tea for Yang Song himself and asked, "give me some more spicy chicken pieces?"

Li prawn is open-minded and reasonable. Yang Song was surprised by the lemon chicken claw made by him.

My great Chinese delicacies are hidden among the people.

"Spicy chicken nuggets, in addition to millet, I suggest you make some chili sauce and chili soybean sauce to make them into two flavors. When frying, consider the sauce according to the guests' preferences. You make this chicken nugget more inclined to saliva chicken than spicy chicken nuggets. Spicy chicken nuggets should be fried and stewed. Chili sauce is more appropriate. Saliva chicken depends on cooking, so it is pickled with pepper 。”

Spicy chicken nuggets and salivary chicken are spicy, and their methods and tastes are very different.

As for kung pao chicken, Yang Song won't comment this time.

"Can I borrow it from the kitchen?"

"Yes, this way, please." Li prawn patted his son away and gave Yang Song a way out.

When he got to the kitchen and picked up the kitchen knife, Yang Song was no longer the gentle young man with bookish spirit, but the hunting boy like an eagle and a lone wolf.

"When making Kung Pao diced chicken, many chefs like to use chicken breast meat. I prefer chicken leg meat."

Yang Song quickly boned the chicken leg, removed the fascia, cut strips and small pieces.

Li prawn looked brightly: "it's amazing that he can cut chicken leg meat into meat pieces of the same size so easily."

When the chicken leg was pickled, Yang Song began to fry peanuts.

When frying peanuts, you should choose the most appropriate oil temperature. It can't be high. Peanuts are easy to paste. It can't be low. It can't stimulate the aroma of peanuts.

"Six points of oil heat is the best. Pay attention to adjusting the fire."

Stir fry a few, take the peanuts out of the pot, thicken the chicken with small pieces by Yang Song, fry in soy sauce, and finish it at one go. At the last moment, add the peanuts for taste fusion.

A plate of Kung Pao diced chicken with perfect color and flavor comes out of the pot, only eight minutes before and after.

"Try it." Yang Song lightly took off his apron and went to wash his hands.

Li Gui also quietly took chopsticks and said, "it's quite like that. I don't know if it's bragging?"

He disdained and didn't believe that Yang song could really cook.

"There are a lot of fake tricks these days."

A piece of meat into the mouth.

"Huh?"

Li Gui was surprised: "why do I think it's delicious? It's better than my father's cooking! Illusion, it's definitely an illusion."

Another chopstick.

The entrance is salty and fresh, with slight paste aroma and spicy taste, and the aftertaste is sour. The authentic kung pao chicken seems to taste like this.

Li Gui chopsticks like a storm.

Pop!

I got another slap on the head. It's my father.

Li prawn: "don't be like a hungry ghost. Save some for your father."

"Oh." Li Gui only thinks it's delicious. It's really delicious. He's still too young. See how calm his father is?

Hoo!

Li shrimp suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to Yang Song: "Chef Yang, you are really great. Compared with you, I do shit! Thank you for letting me eat authentic kung pao chicken today."

Li Guileng is stunned. His father has cooked dishes all his life and has not seriously admired anyone. Now he bows to Yang Song.

What he didn't know was that prawn Li was surprised. He ate chicken and peanuts. He even ate the onions inside.

"There is nothing on the plate that is not delicious. Even the side dishes are delicious."

"Only the most authentic kung pao chicken can achieve this level."

In the northern cuisine, kung pao chicken is the representative. It's delicious. If you can take it out for a state banquet, not everyone can handle the salty, fresh, spicy and sour taste so properly.

Yang Song said: "the most important thing of this dish is the heat and thicken. If you grasp the heat and thicken, you can do it well. The thicken you make is too early. The thicken of this dish must not be thick. If you hook the thicken, you can put it into the pot immediately to ensure that the slight acid is in the aftertaste. Otherwise, the sour taste runs to the front, and the dish will be like rotten and ruined."

Li prawn: "I see."

Cooking, the most taboo on paper.

If Yang Song only explained to Li Damian at the dinner table, it must be Yang Song. Li Damian thought he would. He really started: "what is it?"

Otherwise, Li prawn will think Yang Song is teasing him.

Only Yang Song personally started to cook the dishes, beat them with the taste, and then explain.

Li prawn: "I see."

Li Gui: "I don't know anything else, but brother Yang seems really powerful. No wonder his girlfriend is so beautiful."

He has a point.

"Brother Yang, you have a strong eye and a stronger tongue. I admire Lao Li." Li prawn asked Yang Song where his shop was: "visit another day."

"We have to go back to open a shop. Let's go back first." Yang Song handwritten the address and hurried away with Meng Shihan.

"The store must be small. The cook estimates that Yang Song is the only one and the waiter is the only one. Otherwise, he won't have to go back to open the store." Li Gui still thinks he is superior.

"Shut up, brother Yang can make such authentic kung pao chicken so easily. I don't think the business in the store is bad." Li Da shrimp despises his son's dead virtue.

"Even if you're absent from our store occasionally, your business is good. You don't have to hurry back anywhere. That's because we have chefs in the back kitchen and waiters in the front hall. Yang Song has to seize the time to go back to open the store. He can't open all day during the day. It must be that business is not good. He is a blind cat and a dead mouse. This kung pao chicken is just good 。” Li Gui insists on the pride of his rich second generation.

"Hum, isn't it that you are whiter than me, more handsome than me, and more educated than me? What can you be proud of?"

"Go to the back kitchen and wash the dishes. Don't be angry with your father."