Chapter 77

All the dishes that she practiced before were all eaten by cats and dogs. Otherwise, Meng Shihan and Meng Shihan couldn't eat them at all. Meng Shihan agreed that she was also a cat and dog lover.

Wearing an apron, Yang Song didn't go to the fish box. Instead, he ran to the refrigerator. Chen Ming was a little curious. He didn't take the fish. What did he want to do.

Meng Shihan was also a little strange. He watched Yang song take out a large box of ice from the frozen one and put it in a big basin. His two faces showed doubts. He took a deep breath and suddenly put his hand into the ice.

What is this doing? Yang Song closed his eyes and quietly immersed his hands in the ice water. He did not move for half a day, but he finally couldn't help it. He frowned slightly and clenched his teeth.

Cold, it must be cold! Seeing this, Chen Ming was startled. He quickly stood up and ran to Yang Song. He called out, "Yang Song, what are you going to do? Although it is hot now, it will be frostbitten if it is soaked like this! "

Meng Shihan also ran over and dissuaded him: "yes, that's right! It's just a dish. You don't have to torture yourself

"It has to be low, or not!" Yang Song gnaws his teeth, frowns and refuses to make a squirrel mandarin fish that can be satisfied with the system. Where is such a simple thing?

Seeing that it was no use persuading Yang Song, the two men had to sigh. They stood at the door and watched Yang Song continue to soak his hands. When the ice was almost melted, they took out their hands. Their hands were already red with cold. They ran to the fish box to catch a fish and began to deal with the fish quickly.

The speed is very fast. It seems that the method of solving cattle knife has begun to become more and more skilled. Yang Song's mouth still shouts: "you quickly turn down the temperature, fill the ice box with water and continue to ice the ice!"

Meng Shihan nodded and sighed. He took out the ice box and filled it with water and continued to help Yang songbing with ice.

Yang Song, whose hands are red, processes the mandarin fish with the fastest speed, removes the bones, and plays the flower knife. When the oil is warm, wrap the slurry and put it on the oil pan, he starts to pour oil with a big spoon, one after another, and finally shapes the fish.

Deep frying, plate setting and sauce making in one go! Yang song came to the table with squirrel mandarin fish. He took a long sigh of relief and said with a smile, "try it quickly! And then continue to tell me about the shortcomings! "

"I know, I know! You'll bubble in hot water Chen Ming took out a basin of warm hot water from the bathroom and put it on the table! Maybe frostbite is born in winter! "

Meng Shihan also nodded, and Yang Song looked down at his hands. In order not to let the temperature of his hands destroy the taste of fish, he specially frozen his hands with ice water, so as to achieve the most perfect way to deal with mandarin fish.

Before, Yang Song only thought about cooking, deliberately did not care about the temperature of his hands. At the last moment of completion, he served the dishes to the table, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his hands began to shake unconsciously.

"Have a taste and tell me how the fish is now."

Chen Ming nodded and made sure that Yang Song's hands were soaked. Then he sat down, picked up his chopsticks and began to taste them.

"Well? This time, the fish flavor has been preserved to the maximum extent. Q is tender and tender. It can't be dialectal! " Chen Ming tasted it and finally couldn't help but praise.

Meng Shihan also closed his eyes and couldn't help pulling out a smile. "Yes, this kind of taste is really a feeling that other stores don't have. With this, Yang Song, your squirrel mandarin fish is already perfect!"

"Already?"

Yang Song took out his hands, wiped and asked, "so there is still something unsatisfactory, isn't it?"

"Well, for example, the temperature of the oil should be a little bit of a problem. It's crispy, but it's hard. If only this could be improved!"

"What's more, there is something wrong with the taste of Euryale ferox, such as this sour mouth, there are some problems!"

"What's wrong with sour mouth?" Yang song first heard of such shortcomings, think carefully, he used tomato sauce to hit sour mouth, must be wrong, what if he made tomato sauce?

As soon as this word came out, Yang Song got a little enlightened and quickly recorded it in his notebook, and then ran to the room again.

Chen Ming ate most of the squirrel mandarin fish in one breath, wiped his mouth, looked at Meng Shihan and asked curiously, "why does this boy run into the room every time I think about a question?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's best to be quiet! " Meng Shihan took a bite of fish, swallowed it, put down his chopsticks and patted his stomach contentedly.

In fact, Yang Song did not think of it. After the squirrel mandarin fish came out of the pot, Yang Song tasted it. Although he knew the shortcomings of the ingredients, he only knew it because he had a system. After eating his own delicious food for so long, these guys began to have their tongue so tricky that they could taste out the shortcomings.

On this day, Yang Song went from the first squirrel mandarin fish to the ice hand treated fish, to the current scene of cooking tomato sauce. Until 4:30 p.m., all the ten fish were finally finished. Meng Shihan and Chen Ming already felt that they were delicious, and they could not pick out the shortcomings. However, Yang Song seemed not satisfied.

"Yang Song, this is the tenth fish today. We can't eat any more. Aren't you satisfied? We think it's delicious! "Chen Ming lay on the chair and wailed. Meng Shihan nodded beside him. The last fish was really delicious. Meng Shihan didn't resist and ate more. He ate squirrel mandarin fish all day long! Chen Ming ate the most, and the more delicious it was, the more he couldn't help it.

"That's all for today! Tomorrow is the same as before, Chen Ming. Remember to bring ten fish here! " He told Chen song to put down his pen.

"All right! I see! " Chen Ming nods, sees Yang Song finally not to do, stands up, ready to go home first! "Well, I'll go first! Goodbye, everyone

Wait, Yang Song stopped Chen Ming, stood up and asked, "do you want to eat fried rice noodles? I'm going to open a shop. If you go, you can drop me off. "

Chen Ming shakes his head. He's full today, so he doesn't want to eat anything else. But he sees that Yang Song's hands are red. Today he has been frozen in the ice water for a day, and sighs slightly, "OK, I'll send you there! I can't. I won't open a shop today. "

"Yes, look at your hands and have a rest." Meng Shihan has never seen a person so determined to cook. His hands have been frozen in the ice water for a whole day, and he has to open a shop. It's too grudging!

"No! It's no big deal. Just have a rest Yang Song put away his notebook and left with Chen Ming.