Chapter 262:
Chapter 97 Do You Treat Me As Superman?
The two chatted for a while, and Wang Hongmei walked out of the back kitchen with the fragrant dishes.
Sichuan cuisine pays attention to spicy and delicious flavor. The last word "fragrant" refers to the aroma.
When a dish is out of the pot, the rich aroma will diffuse immediately, just smelling it will make people appetite.
Mapo tofu, boiled pork slices, Maoxuewang, roasted white, garlic white meat...
Looking at a large table full of dishes, Zhang Mengyao couldn't say: "So many dishes, can't the four of us finish eating?"
Lin Xian smiled and said, "My dad is more interested today."
Finally, Lin Guodong came to the hall with a dish in person.
Putting this dish on the table, Lin Guodong smiled and said, "Mengyao, try this boiled cabbage of uncle."
"Thank you Uncle!"
Zhang Mengyao smiled and replied, then lowered her head and looked at the dish carefully.
I saw a few cabbage hearts on the large dish.
The choy sum is tender yellow and crisp, and under the background of the tea-colored soup, it is just as fresh as it was just picked.
If you just look at the appearance, you will feel very ordinary and unremarkable.
Lin Xian helped her pick a vegetable heart and poured some soup on it.
Then he handed her the bowl and said with a smile: \"Try it!"
Zhang Mengyao picked up the chopsticks, with strong expectations in her heart, picked up Caixin and took a bite.
"Hmm~"
As soon as Caixin entered the entrance, Zhang Mengyao's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
Fresh!
It was delicious, and she felt her taste buds exploded.
The umami flavors of various meats are fused together, and the crisp taste of the cabbage and the fragrance of vegetables enhance the sense of hierarchy.
She never thought that ordinary Chinese cabbage would be so delicious.
Lin Guodong smiled and asked, "Meng Yao, how about it?"
"It's so delicious!"
Zhang Mengyao praised sincerely.
She now finally understands why Lin Xian is so persistent and picky about food.
Having eaten this kind of delicacy since she was a child, she will be tempted in exchange for it.
Hearing Zhang Mengyao's praise, Lin Guodong sighed and said: "It's still a failure. The color of the soup is too strong. If it is real boiled cabbage, the soup should be as clear as water, without any color."
"..."
This TM is called a failure?
Zhang Mengyao lowered her head silently, shivering.
In fact, Lin Guodong really didn't lie. The core of this dish of boiled water cabbage lies in the soup.
All the ingredients are gathered in a pot and simmered for more than ten hours, so that all the essence is dissolved in the soup.
After the finished product, the soup is like boiled water, clear and transparent.
See the extraordinary in the ordinary.
But this dish is generally not available in restaurants, not even in many top Chinese restaurants.
The main reason is that the preparation of this dish is very troublesome.
Otherwise, it would not be selected as a state banquet dish!
Wang Hongmei greeted enthusiastically: "Meng Yao, you are welcome, just like my own home, I want to eat what I want!"
"Auntie, I know!"
Zhang Mengyao replied with a smile.
During the meal, it was almost always Wang Hongmei and Zhang Mengyao who talked again, but Lin Xian couldn't intervene.
In desperation, I had to bow my head and taste the food.
Not to mention, Dad's craftsmanship seems to have improved a bit more than before, and the boiled water cabbage is really amazing to him.
...
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
Under Wang Hongmei's reluctant gaze, Lin Xian and Zhang Mengyao got into a taxi.
In the taxi, Zhang Mengyao let out a long sigh of relief.
Upon seeing this, Lin Xian joked: \"What? Are you tired after eating a meal?"
"I'm so angry, you don't even know to help me out, you know how to eat!" Zhang Mengyao pursed her mouth and punched him angrily.
Lin Xian leaned on her shoulder and said jokingly: "Oh, you hurt me. It's not 20,000 that I can't get up."
"Then don't get up!"
Zhang Mengyao suppressed his laughter, stretched out a hand and pinched his waist.
While the two were laughing and playing, the taxi had steadily stopped in front of the high-speed rail station.
After buying the tickets, the two got on the train back to school.
Sending Zhang Mengyao to Jinda, the two of them were tired and crooked for a while.
When Lin Xian hurried back to the Zijinshan community, it was almost five o'clock in the evening.
Pushing the door open, Zhuang Tong was mopping the floor with a mop.
Seeing Lin Xian coming back, Zhuang Tong threw away the mop in his hand and threw it into his arms.
