Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Hearing Brother Ying's excited tone, Song Yan hurriedly swallowed the dried tofu in her mouth and stuck her head out to take a look.

Seeing the two majestic geese in his hands, Song Yan's eyes lit up.

Oh, it’s a big white goose.

Two famous dishes immediately flashed through my mind - stewed goose in an iron pot and roast goose.

However, roast goose requires a stove, so I probably can't eat it today. But stewing a big goose in an iron pot will also satisfy my appetite.

Brother Ying said happily, "On the way back, I saw someone selling geese, so I bought two. We'll have geese for lunch."

He picked up the fatter goose and said, "I'll keep this one for you. You can take it back and eat it."

The goose flapped its wings angrily, and if its beak had not been entangled in the straw, it would have pecked him hard.

"No need to give it to me, keep it for yourself." Song Yan refused.

He was not pretending to refuse, but there was goose meat in the refrigerator in his kitchen and he could take it out of the refrigerator whenever he wanted to eat it.

Moreover, goose meat is expensive. These two geese probably cost half a tael of silver in total. Song Yan is not so shameless as to eat and take it at the same time.

Brother Ying didn't say anything, but he already had his own plans in mind.

He shouted, "Uncle Wang, please kill the goose."

Aunt Hua looked at the majestic and powerful white goose and reached out to touch it. "This goose is good. It is strong and its meat is tender."

"Boss, how do we eat this goose?"

Brother Ying never cared much about food, so he said indifferently, "You guys can do whatever you want."

Aunt Hua rolled her eyes, knowing that she shouldn't count on him, and turned her head and said, "Xiao Song, you tell me how to eat."

"Stew it." Song Yan suggested, "You know how to stew a goose in an iron pot."

Aunt Hua shook her head: "I haven't heard of it. How about you teach us how to do it."

"That's fine." Song Yan said as she walked into the kitchen, "Let me see what seasonings are available."

Brother Ying followed him into the kitchen: "Auntie Pang, have you bought the vegetables I asked you to buy this morning?"

Aunt Fat said vaguely: "I bought it."

Brother Ying saw Aunt Fat chewing something, so he asked curiously, "What are you eating? Give me some too."

"Here, freshly fried tofu and dried tofu." Aunt Pang brought them to him.

Brother Ying thought that this was probably another new recipe that Song Yan had come up with, so he couldn't wait to say, "Let me try it."

He picked up a piece of dried meat and just as he put it into his mouth, he smelled a strong bean fragrance. Unlike the soft and tender tofu, the dried tofu was slightly chewy when bitten.

He chewed slowly for a few times: "Not bad, very chewy."

“It just doesn’t taste like anything.”

Song Yan smiled and said, "I haven't had time to season it yet."

"In addition to being fried and eaten cold, dried tofu can also be used as a side dish for drinking."

When he heard that it could be eaten with alcohol, Brother Ying immediately became excited: "How to make it? Tell me quickly."

Song Yan simply said: "I'll just make it for you."

The oil in the pot couldn't be wasted, so he put the freshly made tofu into the pot and fried it.

When bubbles appear on the surface of the tofu skin and it turns golden yellow, he quickly scoops it out and drains the oil.

Then, he lit a fire in another pot, put in water, and after the water boiled, poured in soy sauce, sugar and salt, sprinkled a few peppercorns, and then poured the fried tofu into the pot and simmered it slowly over low heat.

Wait until the water in the pot dries up, then turn to high heat to reduce the sauce.

Brother Ying looked at the brown-red dried tofu in the pot and smelled the tempting aroma. He asked in confusion, "Is it ready now?"

Song Yan served the dried tofu: "Okay, this is called honey-glazed dried tofu."

Brother Ying tried a piece while it was still hot. As soon as he took a bite, he was surprised to find that the taste of this honey-glazed dried tofu was actually like eating meat!

So I asked, "Why does it feel like you're eating meat?"

He watched Song Yan prepare it with his own eyes. He didn't see any meat or even much oil used, but the dish still tasted like meat.

Song Yan explained: "The dried tofu made by this braising method tastes like meat, so it is also called vegetarian meat."

Brother Ying chewed the dried tofu in his mouth with great chewiness. He could feel the richness of the beans and the sweetness of the honey in every bite.

He sincerely praised: "With your skills, it would be a pity if you don't become a chef."

"My cooking skills are far worse than the chef at Xiangfenglou." Song Yan smiled modestly.

He is very self-aware and knows that he is just standing on the shoulders of giants.

Their skills are far inferior to those of the experienced chefs who have decades of cooking experience.

Just at this moment, Uncle Wang came in carrying a slaughtered goose.

Song Yan took it and weighed it. Unexpectedly, the goose was quite heavy. Even without the internal organs, it still weighed five or six kilograms.

Geese raised by farmers are usually not too fat. After all, they are reluctant to feed them with grain, and it is extremely rare for them to grow to ten kilograms in weight.

This time, no matter what he said, Aunt Fat wouldn't let him do it, so he had to give orders from the side.

Chop the goose meat into pieces, put it into a pot with cold water, add onion, ginger and rice wine, then pour the goose meat in to blanch it.

When the oil is hot, add ginger, garlic and onion to sauté until fragrant. Add the blanched goose meat into the pot and stir-fry until the goose meat changes color. Then add rice wine and soy sauce, stir-fry evenly to give the goose meat an attractive color.

Then add water to cover the goose meat, cover with a lid, and simmer over high heat.

Stew for half an hour, until the goose meat becomes soft and the soup is thick, then add dried tofu, bean skin, bean curd sticks, fried tofu and mushrooms. Almost everything that can be put in has been put in.

Stew until the tofu is well-seasoned, then you can serve.

It was a full pot, and was divided into several large basins.

Zhong Hui and Master Chen came back just in time for dinner.

When he heard that they were going to have stewed goose for lunch, Master Chen said jokingly, "Thanks to Xiao Song, we will also have a treat."

Zhong Hui also raised his eyebrows: "It's rare that the gang leader is so generous today, so the brothers won't be polite."

After being bullied, Brother Ying pretended to be angry and threw the chopsticks at him: "Get lost, when have I ever given you less food?"

Song Yan knew that they were just joking, so she didn't come out to persuade them.

After sitting down, he realized that someone was missing, so he asked, "Hey, where's Master Shen?"

Master Chen replied, "He went to the kitchenette."

Master Shen was unwilling to sit at the same table with the gang leader to eat, and the gang leader always urged him to drink.

He has a low alcohol tolerance and tends to act crazy when drunk.

Seeing the gang leader pick up the jar of wine again, he quickly slipped away, ran to the small kitchen, and ate with everyone else.

Everyone sat around the table, and as soon as the steaming iron pot stewed goose was served, they quickly reached out for their chopsticks.

As soon as they took a bite, they were conquered by the deliciousness of the goose meat.

Master Chen exclaimed: "This goose meat is absolutely amazing. I have never eaten such delicious goose meat even in Delicious Restaurant."

The goose meat is stewed to perfection, tender and juicy, and each piece has fully absorbed the aroma of the seasoning and has a mellow taste.

Song Yan chewed slowly. The goose meat was stewed until it was soft and melted in her mouth without feeling greasy at all.

After he had taken two bites, Brother Ying poured him a glass of wine: "Come on, drink."

Song Yan raised her glass and clinked it with his, then lowered her head and took a sip.

After three rounds of drinking, Song Yan felt a little dizzy. Brother Ying tried to persuade him again, but he shook his head and said he didn't want to drink anymore.

If he drinks any more he'll really get drunk.

The few of them were eating and chatting. Suddenly, Song Yan's mind became confused and he spoke out what was in his mind: "Why not recruit a few more people?"

"I saw that my aunt and her team were busy until late last night, and got up so early this morning. They didn't even have much rest at noon. They are so tired."

He is not greedy, and the money he earns now is enough for him to use. However, Deputy Gang Leader Zhong is ambitious and wants to expand his business.

It's a good thing to be ambitious, but I'm afraid that Aunt Pang and the others will exhaust themselves.

Brother Ying and the other old men had rarely been to the kitchen, so how could they know how tiring cooking was? But he saw everyone getting up early and working in the dark.

Zhong Hui felt guilty after hearing this: "Then please hire two more maids to cook, and eat next door from now on."

Master Chen said, "We have already recruited some brothers to come in. We let them chop wood and grind tofu, but we didn't let them enter the kitchen."

Song Yan knew that they were also worried about the recipe being leaked.

He drank a sip of tea to sober up, then said, "Sooner or later, the recipes for bean curd, bean skin, and fried tofu will be worked out."

“The price will drop accordingly.”

"Business is all about long-term planning, not quick success."

"What you said makes sense." Brother Ying pondered.

They do get a little carried away these days.

Song Yan continued, "It's not easy to come up with a recipe for moldy tofu, so why not let Aunt Pang and the others make it?"

As long as they keep the recipe of fermented tofu, they can have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

Brother Ying didn't hesitate too much and decided: "Let's arrange it this way."

In the small kitchen, the moment the goose stewed in the iron pot was served, the aroma hit us.

Someone asked tentatively: "Aunt Hua, what delicious food did you just make in the kitchen?"

Aunt Hua said, "Dried tofu and fried tofu are already in there. You can try them first."

Everyone was excited when they heard that there was a new recipe.

"What is fried tofu?"

"In a few days, can we make fried tofu and sell it?"

While everyone was still concerned about making fried tofu to sell, Master Shen was quick to grab a piece of fried tofu.

The fried tofu soaked up the soup and trembled slightly between the chopsticks.

He blew gently and carefully put the fried tofu into his mouth.

As soon as the tip of your tongue touches the hot juice, you will be instantly surrounded by the rich bean aroma and mellow taste, which will make you intoxicated.

And the taste is just right, not too greasy, nor too bland.

Seeing that Hall Master Shen had already started eating, the others reacted and went straight to the food, finishing half of the dish in the pot.

"This goose meat is so delicious!" someone exclaimed while eating.

“Fried tofu is delicious too.”

"I think dried tofu is also good, very chewy."

Just as everyone was concentrating on enjoying the food, no one noticed that one person quietly left his seat.