Global Food Tour

Chapter 53 Real Chef, Real Food! (Please don't be stingy with your support, thank you)

Although tea has brought prosperity to Ceylon, it is also a witness to Ceylon's past colonial history.

"Well, it's true that I haven't done enough homework. Ceylon's black tea is very good, but if you have a chance, I suggest you go to Huaxia to taste more kinds of tea." Zhang Feng habitually Promote all kinds of things that can be promoted in China.

"Well, can I ask you a favor?"

"If I can do it, I will help."

"Help me persuade my father, I'm afraid he won't have a chance in the future, persuade him to go to Huaxia with me, you can do this... this..." Adula's voice was very small, even though the two spoke English , he was also afraid that his old father would hear it, although it was impossible to understand it.

Zhang Feng kept nodding, expressed his support for what Adura asked, and was willing to help with all his strength.

"By the way, uncle, are you and the old man the only ones at home?" Zhang Feng noticed the problem.

"I also have a son who is as old as you and is studying in the UK, but his mother died early and I didn't remarry, so it's just the two of us for the time being." Adula said.

Zhang Feng nodded to express his understanding, while the other half, the old man was making "sauce", but the whole sauce was green, and there was a trace of chlorophyll in the air that was destroyed and gave off a smell, Zhang Feng wanted to take a closer look.

Adula nodded, indicating that it was okay, Zhang Feng then set off, squatting next to the old man, and found that the green sauce was just ordinary coconut leaves, and the old man's method was very "rough", at least in Zhang Feng's opinion That's right.

But then Zhang Feng understood that the coconut leaves were not used as ingredients at all, they were only used to process tools.

Afterwards, the old man cleaned the tools that had been wiped with coconut leaves, and then took out some unnamed green plants, some of which Zhang Feng saw the old man dug in the morning.

Seeing the old man carefully washing the roots, stems and leaves of each plant, Zhang Feng suddenly felt ashamed, because he found that he had forgotten the most important thing in Chinese cuisine, which is delicacy.

"It seems that the sudden flying is too high, and it's a little out of touch." Zhang Feng said to himself, planning to practice his cooking skills, so as not to lose face of Huaxia's food culture.

The old man was completely immersed in the ancestral skills. He washed all kinds of ingredients one by one, but the most important black tea was missing. After washing the ingredients, the old man actually brought out a half-foot flat green fish from the house.

"This..." Zhang Feng looked at Adura suspiciously.

Adura smiled and shook his head and said: "I was actually surprised too. I remember that my family's ancestral tradition should be about making tea snacks and the like. I didn't expect it to be related to fish."

"Okay..." Zhang Feng looked helpless, too unreliable.

But the old man didn't care about the communication between Zhang Feng and Adura, but started to deal with the fish. The old man took out a set of small props, and a few strokes made a lively fish lose its energy.

"bloodletting?"

It was the first time Zhang Feng had seen someone bleed a fish. Seeing blood dripping from the bowl as much as the lid of cough syrup, Zhang Feng was speechless. It was a strange encounter.

The fish blood was put aside by the old man, and the old man began to disembowel the fish, remove the viscera, and wash it for later use. The old man yelled, and Adula hurriedly stood up, motioning for Zhang Feng to follow.

"Move out this temporary stove. My old father said to do it in the yard so that you can see clearly. If you can learn the secrets of my family, I won't say much." Adula smiled the way.

Zhang Feng was quite happy at first, but when he saw the smile on Adura's face, he lost interest immediately, and said with a wry smile: "Uncle, it's even more difficult for me if you give up."

"Haha, let it go."

The two then started to get busy, setting up the kitchen utensils, and the old man also processed less than ten kinds of ingredients, but the fresh black tea picked in the morning was still missing.

Zhang Feng didn't want to ask the old man if he didn't fetch it. In fact, Zhang Feng really wanted to communicate with the old man, but he couldn't speak the language. Unfortunately, the old man washed his hands with water. Feeling that it was almost time, I wiped my hands with a cloth.

Suddenly, the old man sang a traditional song, and his hands moved at a very fast speed, processing all kinds of things quickly, and several pots were burned at the same time, and the old man just turned around the pot like an octopus Swimming around the pot like a fish.

"Sure enough, every elderly chef has amazing skills." Zhang Feng really wanted to record them, but considering that these are other people's secret skills, it is a kind of luck for him to allow himself to see them.

Soon, ingredients appeared in several pots, some boiled, some steamed, some fried, with different styles.

When the old man's operation was critical, Zhang Feng didn't dare to vent his anger, for fear of missing something.

"Bring it." The old man said in the local language.

Adula hurried into the house and took out a white box that was radiating cold air. Zhang Feng saw it and knew it contained the black tea picked in the morning without guessing.

The old man took it, didn't say anything, opened the box directly, and started to use a special two-layer steaming tray to spread the tea on the second layer.

"Aren't you in direct contact with the fish?" Zhang Feng was a little puzzled, and also a little bit lost, why the main ingredient, tea, was only used to freshen it up.

The old man carefully arranged the steam oven, and then put a lot of ingredients into the steam oven, and finally the fish was placed on the highest layer.

After putting the lid on, the elders and parents let out a sigh of relief. Cooking food is not easy. Not everyone is like Zhang Feng. These people have become master-level figures step by step through their own hard work and hard work.

After cooking this delicacy, it was already high in the sun. While wiping the sweat from his forehead with a cloth, the old man drank the tea from Adura, and said a few words in frustration.

Although Zhang Feng couldn't understand, he roughly guessed what the old man said, and lamented that he was getting older, and it took a lot of energy and energy to make such a dish, and the years really are not forgiving.

Adura hastily moved the chair to the shade, the old man waved his hand, and Adura tactfully walked to the side of the steamer and waited. In his 40s, he stood straight by the side of the steamer without any slack. He didn't even wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Zhang Feng didn't know why, so he could only move the small bench and sit next to the old man. When he turned his head to look at the old man, he found that the old man's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were all fixed on the steam oven.

"How long will this take..." Zhang Feng said to himself.

Seeing that both Adura and his father were so nervous, Zhang Feng also waited with anticipation for the good moment of the food in the pot.

Time passed by every minute and every second...Suddenly the old man shouted loudly, and Adura quickly took the steamer out of the steamer, and sprinkled a lot of the remaining half bucket of pool water on the steamer.

Under the signal of the old man, Adula opened the steamer, and the slightly red mist that came out made Zhang Feng feel delusional for a moment, feeling like it was glowing red.

(End of this chapter)