Food becoming a god system

Ling Weiwei called out the system elf again, and the system elf hummed and replied that there was no problem and refused to speak again. Ling Weiwei had no choice but to quit the system to figure it out for himself.

Fortunately, the Tai Chi moves have been directly imprinted in Ling Weiwei's mind, so he just needs to follow the link.

Ling Weiwei came out of the shed and started practicing in the backyard. Although every move was imprinted in his mind, he had never done it before, and he looked very weird.

Father Ling happened to come to the backyard, and was stunned when he saw Ling Weiwei performing Tai Chi.There are also retired people practicing Tai Chi in this town. Although Ling's father didn't practice with him, he sometimes saw it when he took his youngest son out for a walk in the morning when there were few people.

Although the taijiquan they played was not as lethal as in TV movies, it still looked pleasing to the eye.But looking at Ling Weiwei's fight, a good Tai Chi fight is not much better than monkey playing, it's pure waste.

"Dad." Ling Weiwei practiced a few moves, but he couldn't continue practicing. It's not that he didn't remember, but this martial arts cheat book seemed to have certain limitations.

However, after practicing for a while, he found that his Tai Chi experience had increased by a few points, and he was looking forward to it.

"You, are you practicing Tai Chi?"

"Hmm..." Ling Weiwei was a little embarrassed, and he knew that his movements were bad enough, "Do you want to practice with me, Dad?"

"Come on, you can play with this thing yourself." Father Ling smiled and shook his head, the teasing meaning was self-evident.

"Dad..." Ling Weiwei was extremely embarrassed, "By the way, the coriander in the greenhouse is almost grown, let's fry it tonight."

"Okay." Ling's father nodded. The eldest son only likes to eat coriander. He especially likes to make it into the famous Shandong dish of fried shredded pork with coriander. He can't get enough of it. "I'll pull it myself, you go and buy some pork belly, Lingling wants to eat braised pork tonight."

This dish is all about stir-frying. The fire must be high and the speed must be fast, so that the aroma of coriander will burst out to the greatest extent.

"Okay." Ling Weiwei grinned, thinking that when he went out to buy vegetables, he could take out some vegetables from the greenhouse again. This is a rare opportunity.Recently, it's all Haizi's grocery shopping, buying more and buying less, and the difference is not a few dollars. He even bought the vegetables of the two families together, which is cheap and fresh anyway.But this also made the dishes in Ling Weiwei's package no chance to come out, very depressed.

Ling Weiwei put two catties of pork belly and four or five kinds of greenhouse vegetables into the kitchen.Ling's father has already started to prepare. The coriander has been cleaned by removing the roots and yellow leaves, and the cooking will start at six o'clock.

"Come on, I'll teach you how to make braised pork." Father Ling didn't look up, and organized his things to make room.

"Hey." Ling Weiwei responded, put on an apron and washed his hands, followed his father's instructions, and started cooking braised pork step by step.

Washing, cutting into pieces, making white soup, frying sugar color...the steps are simple, but the heat is not easy to master. It sounds no different from other people's methods, but it is this simple method, but it has already produced a different taste. .

"Do you want to keep frying?" Ling Weiwei felt a little strange. After frying the sugar with yellow rock sugar, it is reasonable to add water and seasonings to start stewing, but his father did not tell him to stop, but continued to fry.

"Stir-fry the oil and put in the red yeast rice."

"Red yeast?" Ling Weiwei followed his father's gaze and picked up a glass bottle, which contained half-shattered particles.He knew about red yeast rice. Their family fermented red yeast rice by themselves. Father Ling would make red yeast rice every year in an idle house in the backyard, but he rarely ate it.Unexpectedly, it was put in braised pork. "How much?"

"Just put a handful of it." Two catties of braised pork, with twenty or thirty grains of ground rice is enough, not only the color is very beautiful, but also the taste is surprisingly delicious.

"Dad, I see that you make red yeast rice every year, but I haven't seen you eat it much." Ling Weiwei chatted while stir-frying the beautiful meat.Just making braised pork, with this little amount, I am afraid that one catty will be enough to last for a year.

"Who said, aren't you eating every day?" Father Ling laughed.

"Dad, don't tease me. When did I start eating red yeast rice every day?"

"Nun." Father Ling pointed to the bottle on the table.

"Cooking wine?" Ling Weiwei still doesn't understand, what is the relationship between cooking wine and red yeast rice.A flash of inspiration flashed in Ling Weiwei's mind, and Ling Weiwei quickly grasped it, and looked at Ling's father in disbelief, "Dad, what do you mean, make wine from fermented red yeast rice, and we use cooking wine every day?"

"The brat isn't too stupid."

"It's such a long way around, how could I have thought of it." Ling Weiwei would never admit that he was stupid.However, he also realized that the daily cooking wine was brewed by his father himself.This cooking wine mostly uses rice wine, and the wine made from red yeast rice is a kind of rice wine.

Yellow rice wine is mostly dark in color, and Ling Weiwei can't tell the difference between rice rice wine and red yeast rice wine.However, it is an indisputable fact that the cooking at home tastes good. I think this little rice wine is also eaten by my father for my family.

This opened up a new idea for Ling Weiwei. Since the homemade rice wine tastes so good, why not brew more?

Let alone wine now, soy sauce and vinegar are blended far more than brewed. Those merchants talk about brewing, but in fact they are all blended. It’s just that the output is high, the cost is low, and it’s just driven by profits. Naturally, the taste is not good. Might be better than brewed.

If he can produce and brew rice wine by himself, at least it will be enough for the dream restaurant, and the taste will catch up to a higher level by then.

Thinking of this, Ling Weiwei said, "Dad, I want to..."

"Wei Wei wants to make his own yellow bar?" Ling's father guessed right. In fact, what he said today is to lead Ling Weiwei to this road.

Sooner or later, he will teach his cooking skills and secret recipes to Ling Weiwei. In the past one month, he has carefully observed his son, and found that the child who had no interest in cooking skills and no talent before, is really using all his enthusiasm in cooking. learning.

The occasional improvement of the secret recipe does not mean anything, it can only be said that the person's taste or thinking is very novel.There are no shortcuts in cooking. Whether it is knife skills or fire skills, they are all practiced bit by bit. No one can pick up a wok and become a chef.

It was precisely because of observing Ling Weiwei that Ling's father believed that this son could indeed be his successor.

He doesn't need someone who doesn't like cooking to inherit, so when Ling Weiwei didn't like to learn, he didn't force it.In Ling's father's view, passion and persistence are the only way to pass on these secret recipes, otherwise he would rather let these secret recipes disappear than watch others, even his own son, ruin these recipes for life.

"Dad, you guessed it." Ling Weiwei smiled, "Although there are more and more people eating in the restaurant, the taste of the food is still not as good as ours." Ling Weiwei thought it was because of the cooking in a big pot before, but now Only then did I know that these seasonings and the like are also the key to the success of the taste.

"Okay, let's put the water on." Father Ling didn't point to the pot of water beside him that had already boiled. It was a soup stewed with several spices. "It's easy to brew rice wine, and it's not difficult to ferment red yeast rice. It's just how much we father and son can brew."

"Dad, I want to tell you something." Ling Weiwei put the water in, covered the pot, and took his father to the living room. "I plan to open a processing plant, which is not far from here. Before that, I just planned to produce chemical fertilizers." , Now I'm thinking about making soy sauce and vinegar by myself, and this rice wine."

"Fertilizer?" Father Ling was taken aback. "Can this stuff be produced together with soy sauce and vinegar?"

"I mean to develop them all, not to put them together for production." Ling Weiwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and turned around and pulled his father to walk towards the backyard.

Now that he has informed his father of the existence of chemical fertilizer, let him witness the energy of this chemical fertilizer together with himself.

"This is the fertilizer." Ling Weiwei picked up the fertilizer he used today from the corner of the wall, "I have sprinkled fertilizer on the vegetables on the left side of the greenhouse today, and I can compare it in ten days."

Father Ling picked up the fertilizer and carefully held it in his hand to watch carefully.

"This is also made by your friend who is doing research?"

"Yes. Dad, don't worry, this thing is non-toxic and pollution-free, very safe." Ling Weiwei also picked up a few green granules, "And the cost of processing this thing is very high. If it is done well, it can solve a problem. "

"What problem."

"Let me make a fool of myself." Ling Weiwei threw the fertilizer grains under the plants and clapped his hands, "I'll take you to see it in a few days, and I'm sure you'll be surprised."

"You kid." Father Ling is very pleased that his son is becoming more and more lively these days.When I first came back, I seldom talked, and my brows were always frowning inadvertently.Not to mention anything else, just seeing his son become so skinny these past few years, he dared not even go home, he also guessed that his precious son was not happy living outside.

Now that he has returned home, he has regained his confidence, and the vitality that this young man should have has come out again.

"I'm going to watch the fire. I'll fry today's dishes." Ling Weiwei volunteered. No matter what, he finally opened up about the fertilizer issue, and the rest of the matter developed much more smoothly.

Ling Weiwei was cooking very hotly in the kitchen, and several consecutive dishes were performed at a super level.After some calculations, it was almost seven o'clock, my sister was coming back soon, Ling Weiwei accelerated the cooking speed.

"Wei Wei." Ling's father pushed open the kitchen door, "Add some more dishes, we have guests."

"Hey, I got it. Dad, who's here?" Ling Weiwei asked casually, wiping the sweat off his brow.

"Mr. Yan is here, why don't you add some meat dishes." Although Ling's father and Yan Kaining had only had two meals, he could tell that the other party liked meat more, so he specially reminded him a few words.

"What?" Ling Weiwei almost let go of the spoon in his hand, and looked at his father in disbelief.Didn't this person disappear for many days, why did he suddenly appear again?

Ling Weiwei suddenly felt that his heart was in a mess, and he suddenly remembered the kiss when the other party was leaving.