Siheyuan: Started in 1950, third-level cook

Backyard, Chen's house.

Chen Jun found a large dustpan at home, patted it with his hands, and then spread a few sheets of newspaper on it.

This thing is perfect for holding fried foods. Even after a few hours, the fried foods on it will still be crispy.

The chicken fillet in the pot was almost fried. Chen Jun scooped up the chicken fillet with a colander, weighed it up and down, and after squeezing out the oil, he placed it in a dustpan beside him.

"Brother, let me have a taste!" Lin Yao, who was standing by, had already been craving for it.

This big chicken steak was marinated in the morning and coated with a layer of egg liquid, making it look golden.

Just looking at it makes people drool.

good to eat!

It must be delicious!

This was the first time in Lin Yao’s life that she knew that chicken fillets could be fried.

"Don't be in a hurry, wait until the chicken fillet cools down before eating."

Chen Jun said with a smile as he threw sesame balls into the pot.

At this time, many residents attracted by the fragrance had gathered in the backyard.

"Hey, Jia Dongxu, why are you wearing woman's pants?" Xu Damao had a nasty look in his eyes and spotted Jia Dongxu in the crowd at a glance.

These colorful pants are particularly bright among the gray and black clothes.

These pants were brought by Qin Huairu when she got married, and were considered part of her dowry.

Because the color is so eye-catching, Qin Huairu usually wears it at home.

I didn't expect that Jia Dongxu would find me today.

Jia Dongxu was at a loss as his pants were all stuck with that stuff and he had no pants to wear.

"Get out of here! I wear whatever I want and it's none of your business!" Jia Dongxu cursed angrily.

He didn't have the mood to argue with Xu Damao now, his mind was full of the chicken chop he just heard.

What is chicken steak?

Could it be that what Chen Jun fried at home was chicken fillet?

This stuff smells really good, but I don’t know if the stewed chicken can be used to make chicken steak. They still have a pot of uneaten chicken steak at home.

Xu Damao smiled in a smug way, but he was not angry. Instead, he leaned his head to look towards Chen's house.

"Wow, it's Chen Jun frying something. I don't know what he's frying, but it's golden and yellow, and it looks delicious."

"Oh, if you let me have a bite of this, I'd be willing to help Chen Jun."

Jia Dongxu couldn't help but sneer when he heard this: "You're dreaming all day long!"

Chen Jun is now frying New Year's goods. It's a good job to help out and you can eat your fill at the same time.

The year before He Daqing ran away, Yi Zhonghai also blew up New Year's goods, and Sha Zhu and he both went to help.

That was a delicious meal!

I still felt my stomach was bloated in the second half of the night.

After this time, Yi Zhonghai never fried New Year's goods properly again. Even if he did, he would do it behind closed doors and did not need help from others.

After hearing Xu Damao's description, everyone in the yard couldn't help but stick their heads out to look inside.

The situation was exactly as Xu Damao said, what was fried was indeed something golden.

Oh, there are sesame balls!

This is a rare item. It is covered with sesame seeds on the outside and has a layer of sticky dough wrapped inside, usually red bean paste or red bean paste.

Most people want to make it but can’t, they can only eat it in a restaurant.

And they are slightly more upscale restaurants, such as Fengdenglou and Fengzeyuan.

Liu Haizhong, as the second uncle in the courtyard, had eaten in the restaurant before and knew the taste of sesame balls.

Sweet and fragrant, even after many years, Liu Haizhong can still remember the smell.

Looking at the round sesame balls being spread on the winnowing basket, Liu Haizhong felt like drooling.

Soon, all the little kids in the yard ran out, swallowing their saliva in a cowardly manner, clinging to the eaves of Chen's window, and sticking their heads to look inside.

Some of them were so greedy that they cried, their expressions were dull, and they didn't even notice that their saliva was flowing onto their clothes.

After frying the sesame balls, Chen Jun threw in the shrimp chips.

As soon as the thin shrimp slices were put into the pot, they suddenly grew bigger as if by magic.

The colorful colors made the little kids dumbfounded.

They have never seen anything like this in their lives.

Combined with the smell of shrimp chips, the little kids went crazy.

"Wow~~~Wow~~~I want to eat this, I want to eat this!"

"Mom, I want to eat that slice, please buy me some slices."

"Dad, I'm hungry. I want to eat the green one. Go home and fry it for me."

When the adults heard this, they suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

Why does Chen Jun always fry rare items?

A chicken steak that you’ve rarely heard of, a sesame ball that you’ve rarely eaten, and a piece of rice cake whose name you don’t even know.

What is this all about!

Even if I wanted to make it, I couldn’t do it at home.

Inside the room, Chen Jun scooped out the shrimp chips with a colander.

If you fry these small shrimp chips a little, you will fill a basket full of them.

In order to avoid covering the other fried foods underneath, Chen Jun simply took out another dustpan.

At this point, the chicken cutlets and sesame balls were no longer that hot.

Hearing the noisy sound in the yard, Chen Jun just glanced at it and ignored it.

The planned economy had not yet begun, so there was no need to be shy about what to eat or drink, and there was no need to worry about being reported.

Pick up a sesame ball and taste it!

Well, it’s very good, crispy on the outside and sweet on the inside.

These days, sweet things are a luxury, and some people can’t even afford the most common white rock sugar.

After finishing a sesame ball in two or three bites, Chen Jun couldn't help but pick up another one.

Hey, I’m so addicted to eating it that I don’t want to stop.

Seeing Chen Jun in the house eating a sesame ball in three bites, the people in the yard were so envious that they were about to cry.

The crying of the little kids became even more deafening.

Not to mention them, even Lin Yao, who was cooking, couldn't help it.

"Brother, I want to eat too."

"Come and eat. As long as there's a fire in the stove, you don't have to keep watching." Chen Jun said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yao ran over, looked at the sesame balls, then at the chicken cutlet, and finally picked up a big chicken cutlet and took a bite.

“Woo~~ So delicious!”

The surface of the chicken chop is fried crispy, while the chicken inside is tender and juicy.

Because it was marinated for a whole morning, the chicken tasted great, tender and a little spicy, and it was so enjoyable to eat.

"Brother, it's really delicious. If we set up a stall to sell chicken chops, we should be able to make money." Lin Yao couldn't help but say.

This girl is used to setting up stalls, and when she sees something delicious, she starts thinking about whether she can sell it to make money.

Chen Jun tapped her little head and said, "Selling shit, after the New Year you should go to school honestly and stop worrying about setting up a stall."

Although he was lecturing, Chen Jun couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

The chicken steaks fried today are made using the same method as the new chicken steaks that became popular in the streets later on.

If it can sell well in later generations, then in this era, won’t it still be a huge hit?