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Chapter 195 The Gospel of the Winning Insulator
This Spring Bulao Stir-fried Winter Bamboo Shoots is all about freshness.

Therefore, it is necessary to carefully grasp the heat and the time for the ingredients to be put into the pot.

After the winter bamboo shoots are cut into thin slices, they are neatly stacked on the plate.

Chunbulao was also cut into strips.

The hot oil in the pot exudes a burst of oily aroma under the urging of the fire.

Chen Er picked up the ingredients prepared in the bowl and poured them all into the oil pan.

Shredded ginger, garlic and peppercorns are tossed in hot oil.

Immediately there was a "sizzling" sound and the sound of pepper bursting in the pot.

The crackling is so lively.

"At this time, there is only one word to pay attention to."

"Quickly."

All the fans: "Brother, these are two words!"

"It seems that there is a cruel word missing?"

The spatula in Chen Er's hand quickly stir-fried twice in the oil pan, and the aroma of ginger and garlic was fragrant when stir-fried by the hot oil, which was also mixed with a faint aroma of pepper and sesame.

"When the aroma comes out, fry the winter bamboo shoots first."

After speaking, a large piece of white and tender winter bamboo shoots fell into the pot like snowflakes.

There was a dull sound in the pot, and the "sizzling" sound suddenly subsided.

The spatula in Chen Er's hand was stirring quickly in the pot.

The snow-white winter bamboo shoots are evenly coated with golden oil.

Each piece is oily and shiny, like crystals that reflect sunlight.

Until the winter bamboo shoots slowly become soft.

The dark green Chunbulao was poured into the pot.

Chen Er flipped the spatula in his hand, as if two seasons were reversed in the pot.

The snow-white winter bamboo shoots are the winter of heavy snow.

Green spring is not always spring full of vitality.

The spatula turned up and down, as if turning up clumps of green grass in a large expanse of white snow.

It looks pure and comfortable.

After Chunbulao was poured into the pot, it was only stirred back and forth about ten times.

Chen Er sprinkled some salt and picked up the frying pan.

Take the vegetables out of the pan.

When Shen Yinian brought the dishes to the restaurant, Shu Dong was far away, and he smelled a strange fragrance.

Shu moving people know that this is the aroma of bamboo shoots.

But the smell that reached her nose was different from ordinary bamboo shoots.

It seems to have a bit of inexplicable coldness and arrogance.

It's like it's just been dug out of the snow.

Shu Dong felt very strange, how could he have such an idea?

It's summer now, where can I go for snow?

She picked up the chopsticks and set her eyes on the dish in front of her.

Can't help but let out an exclamation.

“Beautiful dishes!”

Bamboo shoots are as thin as paper and as white as snow.

Pieces are piled up on the green spring.

Like green branches suddenly protruding from the snowy land.

A refreshing aroma that hits the face.

Shu moved a piece of winter bamboo shoots into his mouth.

The winter bamboo shoots are slippery and tender, like cooked fish fillets, slipping into the mouth at once.

It is as tender as fish fillets, but with a little more crunchy taste.

It also has a unique fragrance from nature.

It seems as if taking one more bite is like breathing freely in the valley.

And what's even more amazing is that this is obviously a hot dish, but Shu Dongren tasted a unique cold fragrance from the bamboo shoots.

It tastes very refreshing in summer.

Chunbulao has a completely different taste from bamboo shoots.

It has the unique fragrance of green plants and is effortless to chew.

It is as fresh and tender as eating the green strips that have just been pulled out from the branches.

No wonder it's called spring.

In the kitchen, Chen Er was making the last dish of the day.

"The dish I'm going to make now is called Spring Plate."

"It is a traditional food for folk festivals."

"It is popular in all parts of China, especially in Jiangnan and other places. In addition to being eaten at home, folks often use it to entertain guests."

"Chunpan originated from the Han Dynasty, and it is also related to the five Xinpans on New Year's Day in the Six Dynasties. Chunpan was also called Xinpan in ancient times."

"After the Tang and Song Dynasties, there was a custom of eating spring cakes and lettuce on the day of the beginning of spring. The cakes and lettuce were served on a plate, which was called a spring plate. To get rid of spring sleepiness, so the whole activity of trying something new is called "biting spring". It means to welcome spring."

Spring dish is just a relatively old saying, and modern people generally call it spring roll.

To make a spring dish, you need dough first.

After Chen Er kneaded the dough, spread it into a round pancake, and baked it directly in the pan.

The surface of the baked noodles becomes slightly hard, with a golden crispy skin.

Exudes a rich flour burnt aroma.

And because there is no seasoning or oil added when baking the noodles.

The smell of the noodles is exceptionally pure and full of fragrance.

Pan Rongbi's "Ji Sheng at the age of the emperor. The first month · spring plate": "On the New Year's day, there is a hard plate. Although the family of the common people must cut chickens and pigs, cook noodle cakes, and mix them with lettuce, green leeks, and scallions. Chonghe combined vegetable skin, and raw water carrot, called bite spring."

So Chen Er prepared the following ingredients: lettuce, leeks, scallions, white radish and carrots.

Slice the leeks and shallots, and shred the white radish and carrots.

Put it on the lettuce leaves, brush the surface of the dough with a layer of tempeh, and roll it up.

Chen Er made five spring dishes.

Heat a pot of oil in a wok, put the spring dish into the hot oil and fry until golden brown, then remove it.

A total of four were fried, and the fifth was not fried.

Four spring dishes that were fried until golden and crispy were stacked on the plate.

The unfried white spring plate was on top.

"Early spring dishes were not fried."

"The records of deep-fried spring dishes began in the Yuan Dynasty, and it was especially popular in the Ming and Qing dynasties."

"So, let's do two different things today, one fried and one not fried, to see which tastes better." After Shen Yinian came to take the spring plate away, Chen Er washed his hands.

Keep talking to everyone.

He told his fans before that he will hold back a big move during this time.

In the past few days, he has just figured out the plan in his heart.

And now, the first thing he has to do is draw three lucky fans.

Everyone was very excited when they heard that three lucky fans would be drawn.

"Chen Laoshi took hormones? So generous all of a sudden!"

"I'm flattered!!"

However, the method of drawing lucky fans this time is different from before.

Chen Er intends to draw one from Douyou.

The Weibo fan platform will draw another one.

Another one is drawn from the fan QQ group.

Watermelon is not east melon: "Grass the grass! This method is good! It is the gospel of the insulator who wins the lottery! It is especially suitable for those who can't win a hundred times! This is three chances! This should be @nail兄儿!"

Riding a snail to a well-off life: "KAO! I'm that humble! It's not that I'm humble, so there's no chance for you to win the lottery!"

Pork stewed vermicelli: "Thank you for giving me the opportunity, I hope you will continue to be so humble!"

Sunny: "The big winner appears! Hurry up and take a breath of European energy!"

Jelly: "The front row breathes European air!"

Spring Roll: "I rub!"

Riding a snail to a well-off life: "..."

Overwhelmed: "Brother Snail: Failed to pretend! MMP! Hahahaha!"

At this time, someone on the other side of the Atlantic was so angry that he almost rolled off his chair.

"MMP, if the snail doesn't show off its power, you really think I can't win!"

So he turned around and called the housekeeper, and said in very fluent English, "Go, find some hackers for me!"

He rubbed his hands and said, "I don't believe it! I won't hit this time!"

(End of this chapter)