Datang First Chef

Mo Wenyuan's birthday was held in a low-key way. In the morning, he did what he had to do. In the evening, when the staff had left, one person and one sheep faced the stove, and there were hills of high-grade ingredients.

Anyone who has worked in a restaurant has quick hands and feet. It is not difficult for Mo Wenyuan to provoke most of the banquet by himself. If the menu of the banquet is set by himself, and those dishes are all good at it, it will be easier .

Standing in front of the stove with one person and one sheep, there was a sense of tranquility in the past. When Mo Wenyuan put the boiled hen in ice water to cool, he suddenly thought of the TV series "The Lonely Gourmet" he watched in his previous life.

It's just eating alone, eating very well, and the comments are very exquisite. The attitude of the diners going all out while eating makes the viewers salivate.The essence of food is to let diners enjoy a short time of happiness after a busy day. The satisfaction brought by eating all-you-can-eat food is indescribable.

Mo Wenyuan is a cook, but he can feel the happiness of watching the live broadcast of Lonely Gourmet when he likes Heiyang to eat. It is even more enjoyable to think that the dishes that make him so happy are from his own hands.

The boiled chicken he cooks now is a famous dish in Shanghai cuisine, and it is also a delicacy that Zhongheiyang loves very much. This dish restores the original flavor of the chicken, and it is a test of the quality of the ingredients.

Some diners think that boiled chicken only needs to be boiled with ginger in a pot, then taken out and soaked in cold water, which does not require a high skill chef.This is not the case, the simpler the steps, the more the chef’s skill can be seen. For example, a simple dish of egg fried rice can tell whether the skill is deep or not from whether the egg is lumpy or silky, and whether the rice grains are scattered.

Boiled chicken is even more so. Mo Wenyuan cooked other dishes for a while, and returned to the stove when it was almost time. In seconds, its meat began to react under the action of high temperature. Suddenly, a thread like lightning flashed through his mind. He grasped the bamboo funnel tightly and fished out the whole chicken with a graceful gesture.

The chicken was then carefully lowered into the ice water. Blocks of ice were placed in the water first. Mo Wenyuan stirred the ice cubes with long bamboo chopsticks to speed up the cooling of the water, and then fished out the unmelted ice. The formed ice cubes had The chicken skin may be slightly soft when it is taken out of hot water. After being immersed in ice water, the chicken skin will become crisp and delicious.

The white chopped chicken had to be placed in the ice water for nearly a quarter of an hour. Taking advantage of this incident, Mo Wenyuan started to make the salty sauce for dipping the white chicken. , a row of eight flavors of sauces are displayed on the countertop, with different colors from left to right, not afraid of black sheep choosing phobia at all.

Then Mo Wenyuan started to make the dipping sauce for boiled chicken. He likes three flavors of juice the most, namely sand ginger juice, garlic juice and oil juice. The first two are hot sesame oil with garlic and minced garlic. It is cooked with minced ginger. The method is simple. If you want to taste it, you just need to chop the two. The more crushed, the better the taste.

Since there is no one else in the kitchen, you can order whatever you want to eat. After taking the chicken out of the ice water, Mo Wenyuan cut off the legs and threw it to Zhongheiyang. The freezing temperature made Zhongheiyang startle. Before dipping into the juice, he ate the crispy chicken skin.Seeing that the meat hadn't been eaten yet, he kept warning himself to restrain himself so that he didn't swallow the meat whole.

Dip in the garlic sauce first, and eat it. The taste is very good, the meat is tender, and there is nothing but a hint of ginger inside. The thigh muscles are firm and full of chewiness. The taste is refined and the aroma is full.

After he finished eating, he was still unsatisfied, and bleated at Mo Wenyuan. Mo Wenyuan, who knew it very well, cut off a section of wing for him, and the black sheep was even more happy. Seeing no outsiders, he took the shape of a human and held the meat in both hands.

The meat of the wings is live meat. Although there is not much meat, it is much more elastic than the chicken breast and thigh meat. When you gently pull it with your teeth, the silky chicken shreds will be torn off, and it is not stiff at all.

Mo Wenyuan saw that the black sheep in the human form was eating happily, and he couldn't bear to remind him to eat at the table. The chef likes the diners who buy it the most. The middle black sheep not only eats a lot, but also eats happily and seriously, and praises Mo Wenyuan from time to time. This sentence greatly satisfied his chef psychology, and now he just stared at the puffy teenager with a doting face, which meant "eat, eat, eat, eat, I will cook for you".

The atmosphere at the scene can be said to be very sweet.

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He Shiliu and Shuo Shujing are the rare fellows who have not been dismissed. They were able to stay and enjoy the delicious food at the birthday banquet with Mo Wenyuan and others.

The two monsters understand each other very well, knowing that Mr. Mo Xiaolang doesn't care, but the Zhongheiyang beside him is not easy to get along with, they both pick up the plate and order food and run away, no one stays to cause trouble for Zhongheiyang.

They happily returned to the temporary house with the dishes, only to see the weasel spirit with messy fur lying listlessly in the corner, with a broom and broom for cleaning beside it.

The not-so-good-tempered He Shiliu said: "Haven't you finished cleaning?" He pretended to be a tiger and threatened, "You should be quicker, slower, and careful, you won't even eat sauerkraut!"

The weasel spirit was the one caught at Zheng Duzhi's birthday banquet. Mo Wenyuan, who was far away from the devil, naturally couldn't have made him into a three-cup weasel and ate him. He was tied up that day and regarded it as a three-cup chicken. It’s all just to scare him. Compared with the deadly white bone spirit, the weasel spirit is just a cowardly spirit, and he hasn’t done anything evil except stealing chickens. It’s too cruel to physically transform him directly with a stick. He can't eat and can't let go. There is only one way waiting for him, and that is reform through labor.

It happened that Li Sanniang's restaurant was busy with work, so Mo Wenyuan simply assigned him to He Shiliu and Shuoshu to fine-tune and teach him as a helper.

At the beginning, the weasel spirit was glad that he had escaped, and thought that he didn't have to deal with the black sheep. The sheep looked at him so covetously. In the eyes of the other party, he had become a dish. It is too much for the weasel spirit.

However, after following He Shiliu and the others, he realized that the days of torture had just begun.

Like now!The weasel spirit died of grief and indignation when he saw a crane and a mouse that were delicious and spicy. They had wine and meat that were delicious and delicious, and the taste was so delicious that they would die. They eat, smell, and finally help wash the dishes and clean up.

It would be better to physically transform him with a stick, what a damned punishment this is!

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After the birthday was over, Mo Wenyuan finally took Zhongheiyang on the road together. He Shiliu and Weasel Jing went back to Beijing with them this time. The reformed Shuo Jing was left in Luoyang City. Run on both sides.

His farming income last year has paid off the debts owed by the Chikong family. Shuoshujing has become a free man with no debts and a light body. Troublesome ardent hope, he doesn't even need to be paid, just say that he can eat and live with the guys in the restaurant, free labor, even if Mo Wenyuan refuses him, he can't bear it, so he half-heartedly agrees, the shop in Luoyang City There are spirits guarding him, so he can rest assured.

Crane Sixteen was said by the Supreme Lord to serve around Mo Wenyuan, and the weasel spirit had not yet completed his education, so they followed Mo Wenyuan back to Chang'an.

On the way back to Chang'an, they took a slight detour and passed a mountain named Wang Shun Mountain, which was named after one of the 24 filial piety "Wang Shundan buried his mother here".Wangshun Mountain is very different from Goushi Mountain. Although Goushi Mountain is said to be a strange mountain where two gods were born, its height is really not high. It can only be called a small slope with a high point in front of the five mountains. Even in autumn, the mountain is not depressed, even the bare branches can support a section of scenery.

Mo Wenyuan thought that he had been busy for more than half a year, but he had stayed in Luoyang City, and had never seen the beauty of the mountains and rivers. Now when he saw Wang Shunshan, he geared up and wanted to go up the mountain to have a look.

Zhongheiyang was willing to accompany Mo Wenyuan for a walk, not to mention Wang Shunshan, even if Mo Wenyuan wanted to go to the sky and dig a big hole in the sky, he would be willing to accompany him.

He Shiliu didn't want to go up the mountain. When he saw Wang Shunshan, he thought of Goushi Mountain, the place where his boat capsized. Said, "It also prevents this guy from taking advantage of the chaos and escaping."

The weasel spirit protested: "Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

Don't use me as an excuse!

It's a pity that everyone present did not want to defend his rights.

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On Wangshun Mountain, there are no big monsters who occupy the mountain as kings, and there are no paratroopers like cranes and sixteen. Like most mountains near Chang'an, there are only celebrities who have retired here, as well as flowers, birds, fish and insects. The fine spirits are all harmless, there are plant spirits and animal spirits.

Mo Wenyuan and Zhongheiyang walked in the mountains, restraining their breath. There are few people in the mountains, and there are no trails for their feet to step on. They shuttled between the jagged rocks, saw the lush vegetation and the gurgling water, and occasionally they were busy. Seeing the little squirrel rushing past to stockpile food for the winter, Mo Wenyuan was in a great mood.

The middle black sheep looked at the squirrel with disdain, saw its nuts scattered all over the ground, the hairs on its big tail stood on end, and fled away.

Cut, so thin, there is no flesh on his body.

Not happy at all.

The deeper you go, the more abundant the aura is. From time to time, Mo Wenyuan can see some small animals with bright eyes and wisdom. I am afraid that they are spirits that have opened up their intelligence and can even simplify their shapes. These spirits are not very afraid of people. Most of the people who live in seclusion on this mountain are experienced people who have a good attitude towards small spirits, and even give them food.

Seeing Mo Wenyuan for the first time, they just stretched their waists and moved their necks, and they didn't think there was anything wrong, but when they saw the Zhonghei sheep following behind them, the clever little monsters froze suddenly, screamed and then turned into birds The beasts scattered and frantically ran for their lives.

Mo Wenyuan was dumbfounded: "What's the situation?" He thought he had become a villainous villain.

Zhongheiyang is very mobile, and if he is puzzled, he catches the spirit running at the end and asks. He caught it.

The ginseng essence cried out, "No! Don't eat me!"

Mo Wenyuan had no choice but to throw out the use of ginseng in nourishing blood and nourishing qi in his mind, and said in a good temper: "Why run away?"

The ginseng was throbbing, and the fear made him cry: "It has been spread all over the mountain that Mr. Mo Xiaolang in Chang'an is even more terrifying than Tang Xuanzang. He not only fights monsters but also eats monsters, and the black sheep around him even eat monsters. "

"The Crane King in Goushan and the weasel spirit in Luoyang were brutally murdered! Especially the weasel spirit, whose skins were ripped off to make jackets!"

After hearing what he said, Mo Wenyuan found nothing but black lines: "Nonsense, they are clearly alive and well."

Ginseng Jingcai didn't believe his words, and still cried, very pitifully.

Zhong Heiyang was very annoyed, bleating and threatening: I remember that there are many ways to eat ginseng. Sliced ​​ginseng can nourish Qi, the roots can be soaked in water, and the whole body can be used as medicinal food. Seeing that you have cultivated into a fine year Must be a lot.

Hehehehehehehehe, the older the ginseng essence, the better it tastes.

The ginseng essence was scared to death, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "I can cut off the roots and beards, and I can also find unformed ginseng on the mountain for you, please bypass me!"

Mo Wenyuan originally thought that Zhongheiyang was a bit bad and threatened too much. Although he was also interested in very old ginseng, he had always been kind to people and good to monsters, and it was not good to eat each other for no reason.

But when I heard the ginseng begging for mercy, my heart felt itchy: "Can you really find us ginseng?"

The ginseng essence nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, yes! Of course, I can even find those who are older than me." The essence of ginseng is a coincidence, and many plants older than him have not become essence.

"Then, then take us to find it. If we find it, we won't eat you. I will do what I say."

The ginseng essence wept with joy, his life was saved!

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When He Shiliu heard the movement, he looked up at Mo Wenyuan and the others and said, "It's late." He said he would come back after taking a walk on the mountain. Why did it take so long?

But when they looked back, they were startled by the thing in Mo Wenyuan's arms on the goat's back.

"Oh! It's all ginseng!"

"And they are all ginseng with good age."

The Taishang Laojun also used ginseng when making alchemy. This substance has a wide range of uses, prolonging life, beautifying the skin, as long as it is a benign use that can be imagined, it can basically be attached to it. Where is Crane Sixteen looking? Several times, I have already firmly engraved the appearance of ginseng in my heart.

Mo Wenyuan said: "That's right, the ones in my hands are all thousands of years old, and the ones on the back of the middle black sheep are hundreds of years old.

"What did you encounter, so many ginseng."

Mo Wenyuan searched for a suitable noun in his mind distressedly, and organized his words: "He is a little spirit who is willing to help others. He has a special sensitivity to ginseng. We chatted with him and agreed to help us."

No wonder!

What he said was true and false, and there was nothing wrong in the strict sense. After all, coercion can also be interpreted as chatting.

Crane Shiliu didn't quite believe Mo Wenyuan's words. After going through physical transformation, he knew that Mo Wenyuan was an extraordinary person, so he laughed and said, "So that's the case." car.

The car swayed forward, and when it was approaching Chang'an City, there were numerous snowflakes in the sky. There were five more plants and trees, but six snowflakes alone. The goose feather heavy snow can be called six out of the sky.

With the configuration of the convoy, there is no hindrance to moving forward in heavy snow. Even the mana of Crane Shiliu can ensure that everyone can stroll in the snow without hitting the black sheep. There are no porters in the convoy this time, except Mo Wenyuan. It's a ghost.

The only human being is not in a hurry, he is familiar with the weather in Chang'an City, the first snow seems to be menacing, and it will stop abruptly overnight: "There is a dilapidated temple not far away, no one should live in it in winter, we might as well enter the temple Hide in the snow and wait for the weather to clear before leaving." He said, "The pots and pans are all in order, so let's cook some food for the occasion in this rare snowy weather."

Just now when he said this, He Shiliu and Zhong Hei Yang's eyes lit up, wishing they could raise their hands high in agreement, while the weasel spirit curled up at the end was crying again, damn it, he, he really wants to eat it too!

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What to eat while looking at the snow in winter?Those who have seen the Dream of Red Mansions will definitely think of roasted venison, but in Mo Wenyuan's view, roasted venison is something for nobles, and the taste is not much to recommend. They squatted in the small ruined temple or ate some civilian food.

He is also related to the Bodhisattva. After entering the ruined temple, he took a closer look and found that the one enshrined was Guanyin Bodhisattva. Mo Wenyuan wiped the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva devoutly with water, offered sauerkraut steamed cakes, and started cooking. .

Zhong Heiyang looked eagerly: "Baa baa baa baa baa!" What ingredients do you want, Mr. Mo Xiaolang, I will get them!

"It's not a big deal. You just need to bring back the first sheep, preferably sheep with tender meat."

Get, get the sheep!Crane Shiliu was wilted, he had mutton boiled in the store, but he didn't dare to eat mutton in front of Zhonghei sheep, although there was a world of difference between the mature one and the non-fertile one, even tiger poison would not be eaten Son, no matter how much he wants to eat, he will not roast his own kind.

The Zhonghei sheep probably eat mutton, He Shiliu thinks about it, he seems to have nothing to eat, but based on his understanding of the Zhonghei sheep, the other party is a typical domineering temperament, only allowing the state officials to set fires and not allowing the people to light lamps If he eats happily, his kind who eat others may not be happy, and he may threaten himself to make him into a roasted crane.

From time to time, Zhonghei sheep came back carrying sheep. Mo Wenyuan took Paoding Jieyang's long knife, skinned and skinned the sheep into eight pieces, separated the mutton and bones, and chopped them into pieces. The same old way of making soup with sheep bones , the meat was cut into small pieces, and together with the frozen egg dumplings brought from other places with cabbage, quail eggs, fish balls of various colors, they were boiled in a large pot.

There is no exact name for the cauldron dish he cooks, it can be called miscellaneous stew or random stew.

Chowder is a traditional delicacy with a long history. It not only appears in the folk, but also in the local area. The earliest history-recorded chowder was invented in the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. Other delicacies from mountains and seas were stewed in one pot. This dish was liked by the five people who were named Hou at that time, so it was called "Five Hous Mixed Stew".

When it's his turn, of course he doesn't stick to the content of the chowder. From Mo Wenyuan's theory, the so-called chowder is to throw a bunch of miscellaneous things into a pot and cook them with simple seasoning. The finished product is extremely delicious.

In addition to the sheep, the Zhonghei sheep also brought a shelduck. Mo Wenyuan thought of duck blood, a good partner of chowder. He found a bigger bucket and filled it with salt water. He cut the duck's throat and began to bleed. .

He Shiliu had never seen much of the world, and when he saw Mo Wenyuan's steamed and congealed duck blood, he asked, "What is this?"

"Duck blood clots, put them into the chowder in a while, the taste is very good."

Seeing duck blood, Mo Wenyuan couldn’t help recalling the delicious duck blood vermicelli soup in Jinling. Jiangnan and Shanghai are not far away, and the food cultures of the two places are also mixed. He still loves duck blood vermicelli soup, and duck blood is not far away. Other duck miscellaneous floats on the surface of the soup, Longkou vermicelli is scalded in the water for a little while, then scooped into the bowl, the oily tofu is full of soup, and then add coriander and spicy oil according to your own preferences, etc., simple and refreshing yet delicious .

Hey, why didn't there be sweet potatoes and mung beans in the Tang Dynasty? If there were, wouldn't they be fans?

He feels his culinary career would be incomplete without such staples.

Chowder has no technical content, but it is just a correct and sufficient amount of dishes, blindly pressing one taste, mushrooms are used to enhance freshness, radish absorbs soup, ginger slices absorb the smell of goat, kelp slices are better than mushrooms It should also be exquisite. Modern monosodium glutamate is mostly purified from kelp, which has a miraculous effect when used to make soup. He first threw the kelp slices on the bottom of the pot and boiled them with high heat, and then put in the meat that is not easy to burn. , bones, etc.

The shemp duck lost its duck blood, and was put into another cauldron whole, with dried bamboo shoots stewed in it, ready to be cooked as an old duck.

Staying in the dilapidated temple with air leaks everywhere, but I can't understand the meaning of the cold. The hot soup is constantly churning, and the delicious food is blended into the cold wind, and the fragrance is drifting for miles.In a corner that Mo Wenyuan couldn't see, the eyelids of Bodhisattva Zhuang Yan Baoxiang moved, first glanced at Mo Wenyuan, then at the two cauldrons, his facial features wrinkled together, as if indignant.

why is it you again!Why is it always you!

The Bodhisattva was very angry. There are many temples nearby. There are four Vajras, Tathagata Buddhas, and even the Taoist Supreme Laojun. Do you think it is the Taishang Laojun?Cooking sauerkraut in an alchemy stove is enough, but the thought of using sauerkraut and steamed cakes sent me away. It’s too beautiful to eat delicious food by myself!

At least, at least let me take a bite!

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Mo Wenyuan poured the bean paste into small dishes, distributed it to everyone, and announced that he had started to eat. The teary-eyed weasel spirit was on the verge of tears when he was assigned to eat for the first time.

Doubanjiang is made from two kinds of beans, soybeans and broad beans. It is delicious and has a hint of spiciness. It is more delicious than the common bean paste on the market. It is very popular among the diners in Li Sanniang's restaurant, because some diners asked if it is possible To buy bean paste, Mo Wenyuan specially moved a few jars of pottery urns for the sauce, and let them make it. It costs two yuan a spoonful, and he brought his own utensils to buy.

According to the folks, the sales are very good, and a few jars of sauce are gone in a day.Even delicate foodies like Zhongheiyang are willing to use sauce and steamed cakes for breakfast, which shows how delicious it tastes.

Mo Wenyuan announced: "Let's serve dinner!"

All the non-humans stretched out their chopsticks and pointed at the meat when they announced that the meal was ready. Zhongheiyang aggressively picked up a large piece of mutton, and the weasel and Heshiliu ran towards the shelduck with a clear goal.

Shelduck duck soup is milky yellow, unlike hen soup, where there will be golden chicken oil remaining on the surface after stewing, shelduck duck does not have a lot of oil, and the soup is yellow in color but not greasy.

The whole duck lay quietly in the pot, and the carrots soaked with soup became watery again. Most of them sank under the duck, and a few hung on the head and back of the duck. Invigorating blood, nourishing qi and nourishing the mind also plays an aesthetic role. In a pot of light-colored soup, sporadic embellishments make it visually full of a different kind of beauty.

In front of the delicious food, the low-key weasel spirit spewed out infinite courage and strength, and He Shiliu, who represented the evil forces, could not extinguish his fighting spirit and smashed his backbone, just to clear away the taste of happiness in his soul. We all have to fight.One of the duck's legs must belong to Zhonghei Yang, and Mo Wenyuan has never liked to eat legs. He prefers "live meat" wings, and it is still unclear who will belong to the other duck leg.

Their eyes are full of swords and swords.

"Respect the weasels of our predecessors." He Liuliu threatened viciously, "Your reform through labor is not over yet."

"Before delicious food, demons and demons are equal, and the duck is a close relative of He Lang, and they are of the same root, so why bother with each other, let me do it!"

In the end, Crane Shiliu won the victory. He triumphantly put the duck legs into his mouth, and squinted his eyes happily. Wen Yuan placed washed zongzi leaves on the bottom of the pot, which he dried and preserved during the season of making zongzi. The zongzi leaves soaked in the sun had a burnt aroma, and after washing in the water, the ducks were fully washed away. In addition to the freshness of the bamboo shoots, the long flavor of the duck and the fragrance of the leaves in the soup, the duck meat was boiled so soft that the skin almost melted into the soup, eating a mouthful of meat, drinking a mouthful of soup, endless sweetness, never It is an exaggeration to say that he can serve the soup made by his "close relatives".

The weasel has begun to doubt his cognition in the first half of his life. Is chicken the best food?Nonsense, obviously duck is more delicious!

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Just as Mo Wenyuan thought, the next day was a sunny day, the bright but cold sun shone on the snowdrift, the heat could not melt the snow, it could only shine brightly.

The suburbs of Chang'an in winter should have a sense of depression, but with the white snow dotted, it is covered with snow, and the eyes are covered with snow. Take a deep breath, and even the air has a refreshing smell after the snow. His trachea Washed by the unique faint cold fragrance of Chuxue, it is extremely comfortable.

As the convoy approached Chang'an City, the snowy day did not affect the people entering and leaving Chang'an. The snow on the ground had been cleared overnight. People came in and out, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces that could melt ice and snow.

Suddenly, Mo Wenyuan's eyes lit up, and Zhongheiyang also let out a long "baa baa baa", as if greeting people who had been waiting in the city early.Li Sanniang, who was wearing a black coat, kept waving to everyone.

Mo Wenyuan's childlike innocence grew, and he put his hands next to his mouth in a trumpet shape: "A-mother-I-back-come-"