The son-in-law who has returned for thousands of years

Xu Ping put on his apron, his hands were as fast as lightning, and the four stoves were cooking together.

Buddha Tiaoqiang combines all the cooking techniques of Chinese food, such as frying, frying, boiling, braising, and stir-frying, Xu Ping is not messy, and he can judge whether the ingredients are cooked or not just by looking at them.

After the semi-finished product was finished, Xu Ping used a kitchen knife to cut flowers on the ingredients. The length and depth were obtained from his experience of tens of thousands of times.

After processing, you need to put the main ingredients into the wine jar and simmer slowly, and the order of putting in is also important. During the heating process, the taste of various materials penetrates into each other and changes constantly.

And the optimal solution of this flavor interaction can only be grasped by Xu Ping who has tried and missed countless times!

The most cutting-edge school of gastronomy is called molecular gastronomy, which emphasizes the precise control of food changes with modern instruments, and makes the most delicious food with "molecular" precision.

But these complicated methods, in the face of Xu Ping Wannian's experience, all seem very naive and ridiculous.

Gourmet food needs to be infused with the chef's painstaking efforts, and the food that has been calculated with numbers is always almost meaningless.

After putting the ingredients in the wine jar, Xu Ping poured in chicken soup, duck soup, and lamb soup, then added scallops and scallops tied with gauze, and finally sprinkled a pinch of sea salt and a drop of fish sauce.

These procedures are not limited to traditional production techniques, but Xu Ping's own experience, which combines the essence of various cuisines, which can be said to be the only one with no branches.

Kong Yu watched Xu Ping's movements nervously. This pot of food was almost all of her net worth. If she couldn't sell it, she could only eat it herself.

Then she will definitely cry while eating!

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In the evening, Xu Ping's pot of Buddha Tiaoqiang had been simmering for six hours.

He moved the charcoal stove and the wine jar with the Buddha jumping over the wall to the door, put his hands on his hips, and looked at the fruits of his labor with satisfaction.

This altar of Buddha Jumping over the Wall is not the one he is most particular about the materials used. After all, considering that Kong Yu is too shy, he did not buy many raw materials.

But this altar is definitely the one he puts the most effort into. In order to help Kong Yu, a filial girl, tide over the difficulties, he poured his heart and soul into it.

The night is gradually spreading, the office buildings straight up to the sky are lit up, the road is full of traffic, and the air is filled with the unique smell of fireworks after get off work.

At the end of the day, just as everyone was rushing home exhausted, Xu Ping opened the jar of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall.

A strange fragrance passed through the sealed lotus leaves, drilled out of the jar, and wafted on the street.

The fragrance is rich but not greasy, the fragrance of meat is full of fragrance, and it is wrapped with the fresh fragrance of seafood. The combination produces a wonderful chemical effect, which is simply irresistible.

Kong Yu swallowed hard, and looked at the pot in front of him in amazement—by stewing all the messy ingredients together, how could such a delicious stew come out?

Xu Ping sat behind the stove, quietly waiting for the guests to come.

As he expected, within a few minutes after unsealing the altar, a man in a suit and leather shoes came to the door.

Kong Yu was very nervous. Usually, the food stalls at her house were working-class people. This was the first time a customer in a suit came over.

She arranged a place with the cleanest table for the guests, and carefully stood aside waiting to order.

Zhou Lu sniffed, pointed to the charcoal stove at the door and said, "The Buddha jumps over the wall, please give me a copy."

He doesn't care much about the high price of "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall: 466 yuan a cup" hanging on the wall-it's just overtime pay for one night.