pjbooks Chapter 17 I still don't believe it!
Chapter 17 I still don't believe it!
"I don't know, I rarely eat Want Want Rice Crackers!"
Zhang Moli tilted her head slightly, with undried tears still clinging to her eyelashes. Her eyes were full of expectation, but she still gently shook her head.
Lingyun's Smiling Science Popularization:
"Want Want Rice Crackers will be made in two flavors, salty and non-salty. This will not only prevent customers from getting tired of eating the same flavor, but also keep them looking forward to it."
Zhang Moli's gaze slowly shifted to the pile of paper cups on the table, lost in thought:
"You want to use these seasonings?"
"Yes, I want to make a blind box of braised quail eggs."
Ling Yun's lips curled into a mysterious smile.
Li He stepped forward, tugged at Ling Yun's sleeve, and forced a dry laugh: "It's too late today, isn't it? Aren't you supposed to be cooking at six?"
Tiger stood to the side, his brows furrowed.
That dinner tonight really can't go wrong.
Ling Yun closed his eyes, his brow furrowed slightly, and quickly went through the entire process in his mind. A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed intently on the crowd:
"I definitely can't do it alone, but with your help, I'm sure I can!"
Li He turned her head and looked at Tiger, who had just been on her side, signaling him to speak up and stop them.
Tiger spoke in a deep voice, his tone grave:
"As long as you can guarantee that dinner tonight will be fine, I'll help you!"
"Yes, if everything goes smoothly, it should be done before four o'clock."
Ling Yun took out his phone, quickly set an alarm, and then swiftly began assigning tasks.
"Li He, go buy me ten catties of quail eggs. Tiger, please order takeout for lunch. Zhang Moli, you can continue distributing the spices."
Done.
Ling Yun turned and ran to the roadside, scanned a shared electric scooter. The scooter gleamed blue and white in the sunlight. He twisted the throttle and sped towards the secondhand market.
Before long, he returned with a bread cart.
On the vehicle, several people worked together to unload a large machine.
On the bread truck, a stainless steel oden machine with 44 small and 2 large cooking compartments, totaling 46 compartments, was unloaded.
These individual cooking stations are separate from each other.
Heat is transferred through the iron plate at the bottom, allowing each cooking compartment to boil independently without mixing flavors.
Let's begin!
Ling Yun clapped his hands and rubbed them together vigorously, his palms turning slightly red.
Ten pounds, more than five hundred quail eggs, were put directly into a pot of cold water.
He sprinkled a little salt into the water and then poured a generous amount of vinegar over it. After the water boiled, he simmered it over low heat for ten minutes, then took it out and rinsed it with cold water.
The most troublesome step is removing the shell.
Quail eggs are very small. Even after rinsing them in cold water to separate the shell from the meat, you have to be very careful, because you can easily break the egg white if you use too much force.
Tiger helped with his clumsy and awkward hands.
His large hands held the small quail egg, his knuckles appearing particularly clumsy.
I was forced to eat five in just two minutes.
They were left to process the quail eggs.
Lingyun began emptying the water from the oden machine and started preparing the braising sauce.
No matter what kind of spice it is.
Some basic ingredients are required:
Dark soy sauce, light soy sauce, salt, MSG, oyster sauce.
Lingyun mixed them with water according to the ratio, and then poured them into the separate cooking containers one by one.
Stirring the liquid clockwise with a long spoon, the dark brown liquid swirls into one vortex after another at the bottom of the basin.
Each square is exactly six-tenths full.
Zhang Moli walked over carrying a paper cup.
Following Lingyun's instructions, she used a small spoon to scoop 30 grams of spices into each small compartment.
The powder fell into the brine and dissolved quickly.
She carefully wrote the corresponding number on the outside of the paper cup.
Li He and Tiger placed three peeled quail eggs in each compartment.
She scooped 30 grams of spices into each small compartment, wrote the corresponding number on the outside of the paper cup, and then put three peeled quail eggs into each compartment.
Lingyun bent down to turn on the power and start the engine, and the indicator lights lit up one after another.
He straightened up and announced:
"Alright, the first batch will be ready in an hour. Let's try them and see which ones are edible!"
Make sure you complete the markings carefully.
Fine beads of sweat had already appeared on Zhang Moli's forehead, and a few strands of hair clung to her flushed skin, resembling boiled quail eggs.
She stared intently at the pot of oden, her gaze unwavering, the self-reproach she had shown earlier completely gone.
"Stop looking."
Lingyun brought the lid and tightly closed it. Under the transparent glass lid, tiny bubbles gradually rose from the braising liquid.
"Just check every ten minutes after half an hour. Let's eat first."
It's just past eleven o'clock, and the sun is shining brightly.
Tiger's fried chicken and hamburgers have arrived.
The golden-brown crispy skin is sprinkled with bright red chili powder, and the aroma wafts straight into your nose.
Lingyun used to eat steak for work meals, so it was a rare treat to have something else. She found it incredibly delicious, grabbing a chicken wing in one hand and munching on it until her mouth was glistening with oil, even licking her fingers clean. She ate with great relish.
Seeing his expression, Li He couldn't help but laugh:
"And you call yourself a chef? How can you enjoy this fast food so much?"
"Of course I'm happy."
Ling Yun took a bite of the chicken leg and mumbled:
"I used to eat beef or pasta three times a day at that restaurant; my tongue was practically numb from it!"
Li He was taken aback, her smile froze for a moment, and a hint of reluctance flashed in her eyes:
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"fine!"
Ling Yun waved his greasy hand: "After leaving that place, the good days have finally arrived."
He picked up the Coke glass on the table; the ice cubes in the amber-colored soda jingled.
"Come on! Wish me a big sale tonight!"
"Great sales!" Everyone raised their glasses.
An hour later, the first batch of braised quail eggs was taken out of the pot.
Lingyun lifted the lid, and a burst of hot air mixed with hundreds of spices rushed up, creating a white mist on the roof of the food cart.
He scooped them out one by one, one from each compartment, and arranged them on a white porcelain plate, like rows of miniature amber beads.
This time, there was no control over the cooking temperature; the flavor of the spices accounted for 90% of the rating criteria, resulting in a very low minimum standard.
[Quail eggs that taste like evil spirits—are you brewing medicine? No points awarded.]
[A strangely flavored spiced quail egg that's barely palatable, but not spit out. D-.]
These braised quail eggs are incredibly salty; you need to drink a ton of water to counteract the savory taste! No points awarded.
[Spicy and numbing braised quail eggs, C--.]
Quail eggs with a poop flavor, no points.
Fortunately, there were also some pleasant surprises.
[A serving of spicy braised eggs that wasn't flavorful enough, A-.]
A serving of Sichuan-style braised quail eggs that wasn't flavorful enough, B+
A serving of braising quail eggs that wasn't flavorful enough, B-.
[A serving of under-seasoned braised quail eggs, B.]
Don't underestimate these four braised quail eggs that only received A and B ratings.
What level is Grade B?
That's the delicious food that keeps the small shops in Wenchong Alley attracting customers and turning crisis into safety.
These four braising recipes are used to make braised quail eggs.
It could even become a permanent fixture at Lingyun Night Market.
It doesn't seem to be flavorful enough yet. If it marinates overnight, the rating will at least increase by one plus sign.
even.
Ling Yun also received a new surprise:
[A batch of braised quail eggs marinated in a divine five-spice sauce, but not flavorful enough, A++]
Divine five-spice seasoning!!!
Ling Yun's breath hitched, and his chest felt as if something had suddenly struck him.
Holy crap!
I didn't expect that I hadn't even fully enjoyed the benefits of the first amazing dish.
The second god-tier recipe was then created.
Life is getting better and better!
"Zhang Moli!"
Ling Yun suddenly turned his head, gave her a thumbs-up, his knuckles taut:
"You're such a lucky charm! I've smelled a brand new, incredibly delicious aroma."
"real?"
Zhang Moli's face instantly lit up with an excited smile, like a flower blooming in the sunlight.
Available in the next second.
She pursed her lips again, looking slightly hesitant.
"You're not saying this on purpose to lie to me, are you?"
"Of course not, you'll see when you try it."
Ling Yun bowed his head and recited a series of numbers:
"Keep these five numbered spices: 5, 12, 19, 34, and 41. Then we can experiment with the second batch."
Zhang Moli created nearly a hundred kinds of spices.
Two pots can only be used to experiment with 96 types of products, which is already the limit.
There's definitely no time to cook a third batch.
Everyone started helping to deal with it.
Tiger picked up the discarded quail eggs and watched them roll around in the crumbs. Suddenly, he became curious.
He reached out and picked one up, hesitated for a moment, and then put it in his mouth.
next moment.
A foul, rancid smell hit him like a punch to the head, making his entire nasal cavity and throat feel like they were covered in something.
"Cough cough cough, ptooey!"
Tiger started coughing violently, bending over, his face turning bright red, coughing so loudly it shook the heavens and earth.
The noise startled the three people who were busy at work.
Ling Yun pursed her lips, trying hard to suppress her laughter, her shoulders shaking slightly.
"Brother Tiger, you can't eat any of those. Don't try them."
"To be honest, I find it a little hard to believe. You didn't even try it before throwing it all away?"
Li He touched her chin, tilted her head and pondered, then gently tapped her chin twice with her fingers.
She was right next to Lingyun when he opened the lid.
The mixed smell hit her right in the face, like perfume sprayed in the toilet, and almost knocked her out.
How could Ling Yun be able to distinguish them so accurately?
Even a pig's nose isn't that clever.
This is not an insult.
When Li He was a child, she looked up information on Baidu Baike and wrote an essay about how a pig's nose is more sensitive than a dog's, let alone that of an ordinary human.
As a result, she, who always got high scores, was given a big question mark by her Chinese teacher.
My first zero-scoring essay ever.
She was very impressed with that.
"Don't believe me?" Ling Yun grinned, revealing a mischievous smile, his eyes crinkling into crescents. "Try it and you'll see!"
"Let's give it a try!"
Li He pulled Zhang Moli to Tiger's side.
"I don't believe it!"
Tiger's competitive spirit was also stirred up. He straightened up, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and a look of unwillingness to admit defeat flashed in his eyes.