I have a Yokai cookbook [Gourmet]

Lido is located in the southwest of Tongjun Mansion and Jiangze Mansion.

Surrounded by mountains on all sides, the terrain is steep and steep, coupled with the low latitude, there is abundant rainfall all year round, and the products are more abundant than other places.

Because it was getting late, after Chi Ming and Xuan Shu separated, they found a nearby inn that looked good.

"Boss, two upper rooms."

Chi Ming knocked on the counter, and the shopkeeper who lowered his head and was making calculations raised his head, and immediately put on a professional smirk on his face: "Sorry, there is only one ordinary room left."

His gaze moved down and fell on the little monk standing behind Chi Ming.

"Although there is only one guest room, you only need to add half a tael of silver, sir, to add a small bed."

Because of the name of the God of Cooking Competition, the usually deserted inn was already overcrowded at this time.

Chi Ming agreed after a little thought.

After entering the city, he couldn't just let the restaurant out.

After deciding where to live, Chi Ming took the little monk out.

The so-called know yourself and know the enemy, in order to be able to fight a hundred battles without imperil.

He came in a hurry, but he didn't know anything about this God of Cooking competition.

There is a whole street from east to west, either inns or restaurants, the bustling level is no less than that of the capital city.

Lido has been the host of the God of Cooking Competition for hundreds of years, not only because of its special location in the center of Tiansheng Kingdom, but also because Lido has a long history of food culture. It has always been a place where literati and inkmen spend their pen and ink.

Walking on the street, Chi Ming could meet all kinds of pedestrians.

From the style of dressing, you can probably see the difference.

Tourists coming and going from north to south, vendors walking the streets and alleys, peddlers selling pulp by carts, the night market here is much more lively than Tongjun Mansion.

"Master Chi, there are many restaurants here. I don't know which one makes better food." The little monk looked here and there, a little uncertain.

"Just choose this one, Baiweiju." Chi Ming pointed to one of the restaurants, which was obviously much smaller and dilapidated.

"But it looks so small, and it's not as luxurious as other restaurants. You see, there's not even a line of people, so the taste must be bad." The little monk shook his head in disapproval, and pointed to the restaurant not far away called Xiangyuan The restaurant said: "Master Chi, why don't you go to that one. How about it? You see those people lined up on the street, it must be delicious."

Chi Ming's attitude was unusually firm: "This is the one."

"OK then."

The little monk still looked at the long line with some reluctance, and then quickly caught up with Chi Ming.

As soon as the little monk stepped into the deserted small restaurant, he was still holding a trace of fluke, and instantly extinguished with a "puchi".

Look, there is not even a diner, this restaurant must be terrible.

Compared with the luxuriously decorated Xiangyuan next to it, Baiweiju can only be regarded as a miniature.

To say it's a restaurant is an exaggeration.

There were only two people in the store, an elderly couple.

The man sat behind the counter and wrote the names of the dishes, while the woman lowered her head and wiped the old tables and chairs over and over again.

Seeing Chi Ming and the two who came in, they just nodded slightly.

Their store has been open for several generations, and there are only a few old diners who can still frequent it.

Young people these days simply don't want to come to them.

The husband and wife were originally looking forward to the opportunity of the God of Cooking Competition to attract some customers and earn some retirement money, but the old taste of Lido has not attracted these people to stop.

Look, this young man just walked in out of curiosity.

Neither of the husband and wife had any intention of responding. They probably greeted each other with smiles again and again, and were disappointed again and again. They no longer had unrealistic fantasies.

"Shopkeeper, serve one of your signature dishes." Chi Ming found a seat by the window and sat down.

"There are more than ten signature dishes in our store, but there are a total of twenty. Young man, are you sure you're not joking?" The man in neat black chef uniform stopped writing and even stood up.

Is this person here to mess things up?

But when I think that Baiweiju is no longer what it used to be, there is nothing left to mess with.

"I'm not kidding." Chi Ming had a smile on his face.

"This……"

The man is now in a dilemma.

To be honest, to prepare twenty signature dishes, not only does it take time, but the ingredients for the key kitchen may not be complete.

He glanced at the woman with the same dazed expression.

The woman put down the rag in her hand and wiped the apron carefully.

They have been husband and wife for many years, and she only needs to know what the other party thinks at a glance.

"You go to work, I will go outside to buy the ingredients that are missing in the store now."

"it is good."

There was a rare genuine smile on the man's taut and dark face.

Regardless of whether the young man in front of him was teasing him, or it was just for fun, he agreed.

He turned to Chi Ming and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go to the back kitchen to prepare."

Having been a cook for more than [-] years, he has gone from being brilliant to being lonely. He has also looked down on the warmth and coldness of the world, but his love for cooking remains undiminished.In particular, it is more important to him that the dishes he cooks can be recognized by the diners.

"Okay, we're not in a hurry." Chi Ming's smile never stopped.

After everyone left, the little monk still had question marks on his face.

As if thinking of something, he slapped his head and suddenly realized: "Master Chi, is this store a hidden treasure store? The reason why no one visits it is because those people have not discovered it, right?"

The little monk is very confident that whoever Chi Benefactor is, the shop that can get his approval must not be far behind.

"You'll know after eating and watching yourself later."

Chi Ming didn't intend to tell the truth.

Time was slowly passing by, and the silent kitchen began to emit a scent, and then occupied the entire hall unscrupulously.

The little monk lay listlessly on the wooden table, looking out the window without blinking his eyes.

There are fewer and fewer people queuing at the opposite restaurant.

The person who came out had a shiny mouth, with an expression of satisfaction and enjoyment.

He was envious.

Hunger made him weak.

"Hey, it's so slow, I'm almost starving." The little monk No. 19 sighed, his round face wrinkled into a bitter melon.

"Hey, what does it smell like? It smells good." The little monk sat up straight all of a sudden, and sniffed hard towards the source of the fragrance.

The originally hanging black curtain was lifted, and the woman just now was walking towards this side with a wooden plate in her hand.

"I'm really sorry, it took a long time to prepare, and I kept you two waiting for a long time."

The woman carefully put the four pots of vegetables on the wooden plate on the table.

"Two, use it slowly, the rest should be soon."

"it is good."

Chi Ming looked at the familiar meatball, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

In his previous life, he was down and out, suffering from hunger and cold, but this couple gave him some warmth.

He picked up a meatball, took a bite, and narrowed his eyes unconsciously.

It's a familiar taste.

It was also the most delicious meal he ever thought.

Tofu and minced pork are whisked vigorously, then fried in hot oil to form, and then stewed over low heat to complete.

It's a pity that the tofu is too old, not tender enough, and the real power of the meatballs has not been brought into play.

In fact, this is not to blame the shopkeeper.

Even if the ingredients are the same, A, B, C, and D can be separated here.

He took another chopsticks of pork ribs and lotus root, and nodded. The best lotus root for soup is the brown-yellow seven-hole lotus root.

There is no other reason. The seven-hole lotus root has a high starch content and a soft and waxy taste, which is more suitable for soup.

The silver-white lotus root with nine holes has a crisp taste, which is relatively suitable for cold salad and stir-fry.

Seeing this, the little monk quickly picked up a meatball with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

"The taste is barely enough to eat, but it's not as good as one-thousandth of the shopkeeper Chi." The little monk was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back, and he was no longer picky at this time. He chewed a few times in his mouth and swallowed it down. .

The eyes of the woman who walked to the door with the tray darkened, she really came to criticize, the young man was actually a cook.

She had seen a few people like this before, they were all foreigners who came to participate in the God of Cooking Competition, and they just came to them to find a sense of presence and raise their own social status under the pretext of eating.

She felt a little worthless for her husband who was still messing around in the back kitchen. She knew that she might be picked on, but she still adhered to his chef's rules there.

He put a few dishes on the table, but this time he didn't look as good as before.

Chi Ming was stunned for a while, but didn't think much about it.

Continue to taste dishes.

After the last dish was served, the man in black opened the curtain and came out.

The thin hair on his forehead was all wet with sweat, and a sweat-absorbing cotton cloth was hung around his neck, but his eyes looked eagerly at Chi Ming's direction.

Twenty signature dishes are his life's painstaking efforts.It also condenses many of his feelings and good memories of the past.

There are several dishes that I developed with very good friends when I was young, and it took several months of painstaking efforts to try again and again.

However, when the world changed and the times changed too fast, his front wave was finally patted on the beach by the back wave.

"The taste is okay?" The man's face was sullen, but his hands in his sleeves were clenched into fists.

Up to now, he hasn't raised the table to make trouble, but eats quietly. I think he is quite satisfied with the dishes he cooked.

"Well, it's not bad. There is room for improvement." No matter how delicious it is, Chi Ming has tried them one by one, which can be regarded as a comprehensive understanding of men's cooking skills.

Every chef has his signature dish, or famous dish.

This famous dish represents a cook's face and reputation, not to mention the thoughts in it, but also a good understanding of the other party's true skills.

As soon as the man swallowed, he had actually heard these words many times. He remembered that those fledgling boys a few years ago wanted to use him to practice knives, but he was not a soft persimmon and let others handle it.

His face turned a little cold, well, he was here to criticize again, he, Zheng Cheng, just accepted the trick.

When a person lives to his age, there is nothing he can't let go of.

"I don't know what the little brother can teach you? Zheng also knows his own shortcomings."

"Ha, it's not about giving lessons, it's about learning from each other's cooking skills." Chi Ming was a little funny, and Uncle Zheng probably thought he was here to criticize.

He stuffed a piece of goose into his mouth, stood up again and said, "Come on, let's go to the kitchen."

Isn't this considered teaching? ! !

I have to go to the back kitchen to compete with his cooking skills.

Zheng Cheng sneered from the bottom of his heart, Baiweiju was in decline, but Zheng Cheng's knife hadn't rusted yet.

"Please--"

"Husband, you..." The woman stood up worriedly.

The husband and wife supported each other, had no children under their knees, loved each other deeply, and planned for the worst.

"It's okay." The man waved his hand, but his stiff and straight spine seemed a little thin.

"You're showing your ugliness." Chi Ming glanced at the big, clean kitchen and nodded with satisfaction.

If the dishes are the face of the cook, the kitchen is the base of the cook.

He lowered his head to pick and choose in the water tank, only to pick out a few lotus roots that suit his heart.

"The lotus root soup with pork ribs is more suitable to choose this brown-yellow seven-hole lotus root. This kind of lotus root tastes soft and waxy after being cooked. In addition, the lotus root will have some muddy smell. In addition to washing it with clean water, you can also soak it in salt water for a while. Soak. It is also best to blanch the ribs in boiling water before cooking the soup to remove the fat and blood on them. If you want to pursue a thick, white and delicious soup, it is recommended to use a pot under cold water, and use a crock pot to cook the soup; if you are looking for meat, you can use Put hot water in the pot."

As Chi Ming said, his hands kept moving.

The little monk is responsible for lighting the fire.

Although he couldn't understand it, he knew that Shopkeeper Chi treated the person in front of him a little differently.

When he saw the red light above the man's head, a clear smile like a little fox appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It turns out that this man is going to be lucky, tsk tsk tsk.

Zheng Cheng watched from the beginning with his arms crossed, and was stunned at the end.

Although the cooking is similar with minor differences, there are still some key points.

He stared blankly at the busy young man in front of him, a little confused between reality and fantasy.

This lotus root pork ribs is not unique to their family, it can be said to be an old taste of Lido people.

Why did this young man break apart the steps and tricks of cooking and tell him, what purpose does he have, what does he want to get from him?

"The method of this meatball is also a bit tricky. You have to look carefully. The tofu you choose is not good, I suggest you change it as soon as possible. Whether the meatball is good or not, this tofu also contributes. You should choose the color milky white , Tofu with a tender texture and no impurities, not this yellowish color." Chi Ming said while stirring the tofu and minced meat together.

"Minced meat emphasizes the combination of fat and lean meat. If there is too much lean meat, the meat will be too thick; if there is too little fat meat, the elasticity will be insufficient. But in general, it is better to have more fat meat than lean meat. You can add sugar to it to enhance freshness. According to the taste of customers, another Add pepper and bean paste to change the taste. The mashed meat needs to be whipped repeatedly, and the direction should be consistent, just like this, not one left and one right. If you want the meat to be tender and smooth, you can also add sweet potato powder to reconcile. In fact, when it comes to meatballs, I I still think of other methods. This meatball is not only done in this way, you can also abandon tofu and use mushrooms and bamboo shoots instead, or just use minced meat, and you can add hot and sour, salty and fragrant according to your taste when cooking."

Zheng Cheng frowned, and the puzzlement in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

But he couldn't bear to interrupt the other party's explanation.

Some places that he didn't understand before were like a dam with a gate. His teeth were gritted and his whole body was trembling with excitement.

"The tastes of young people nowadays are changeable, and you can't stay the same. Although it's my first day in Lido, I can guess that you may be popular at this time."

"How do you know?" Zheng Cheng was a little unbelievable, but couldn't help but speak out.

Chi Ming pointed to his nose: "I can smell it."

He laughed again: "So next, I will teach you how to chop fish head with pepper. You should pay attention to it. I will only teach you once."

Zheng Cheng's Adam's apple rolled, and his eye sockets were slightly red. He opened his mouth and said dryly, "Okay, thank you."

"There are grass carp and bighead carp in the water tank. Bighead carp have big heads. I'll deal with the heads right now."

"Chopped pepper fish head can use bighead carp or silver carp, you will choose."

Taking advantage of the time the other party was handling the fish head, Chi Ming cut the millet pepper and red pepper into small cubes.

"Do you have any soy sauce here?"

He has room for tempeh, but it's not easy to show it in front of everyone.

"Yes, yes, I'll go to the cellar to get some." The woman who had been hiding behind and eavesdropped hastily said.

Her face was flushed, and she was afraid to look at the young man inside.Just now she misunderstood that the other party was a provocative person, so she didn't give him a good look.

She had mixed feelings for a while, and she blamed herself a little.

"Is it okay to cut the fish head here?" Zheng Cheng put a bighead carp on the chopping board.

Chi Ming took the kitchen knife, split the bighead carp in two, and cut open the head.

"The method of this fish head with chopped pepper is extremely simple, the key lies in the seasoning. The fish needs to be washed with salt to remove the fishy smell before steaming. Secondly, if you want to taste, you need to cut a few knives on the fish, and you can use a toothpick to pierce some small holes on the back. This tempeh can be mixed with millet pepper and pepper and then covered on the fish head. Note that when steaming the fish, put two chopsticks under the plate, so that the steamed fish will have a clearer taste and a better color. The time for steaming fish should not be too long. When the fish is cooked, simmer in the pot for a while before cooking. The last step is to pour hot oil, which is also the key to stimulating the flavor.”

Chi Ming poured a spoonful of boiling hot oil onto the red and green fish head, and made a "stab" sound instantly.

The spicy and salty smell instantly rises up, and the spicy taste is attractive.

Except for Chi Ming, everyone in the room covered their mouths and sneezed.

But even so, no one was willing to go out, and they all stared straight at the plate of chopped pepper fish heads that looked very good on the table.

Just smelling the taste already makes people's index fingers move, it can be said that it tastes like eating it in the mouth.

Zheng Cheng picked up the chopsticks, and was about to pick one up to try.

But I didn't want the curtain to be lifted suddenly.

An old man with gray hair and beard shouted eagerly: "What is so delicious, Old Zheng, why are you secretly cooking something delicious without telling me!"

The old man's eyes fell on the plate of chopped pepper fish head on the table, and his eyes widened instantly: "I want this fish."

"No, you still have delicious food in your house. They are lotus root ribs and meatballs. I haven't eaten them for a long time. I didn't expect you to improve your skills. Give me a portion of those two dishes."

The old man hurriedly picked up the fish on the table and left.

Zheng Cheng glanced at Chi Ming, who was smiling, and saw that the other party nodded, so he was not in a hurry to grab the fish back.

The identity of the old man is very important in Lido.

In the past, when he was in its heyday, he often came to visit, but in recent years, it has become very rare. I didn't expect him to pay a sudden visit today.

"Give him a taste of the two dishes he said." Food is made for people to eat, not to mention that he is already full, so he can't waste the other party's ingredients.

Zheng Cheng nodded gratefully, and brought out the dishes with the help of the woman.

The old man admired while eating, as if he hadn't had enough for 800 years.

The fish head with pickled peppers looks like pepper, but it is not really spicy.It can be said that it is very delicious.

"Well, not bad, not bad. This fish is fat but not firewood, the meat is tender and smooth, spicy and delicious, the key point is spicy and fragrant, even the little old man can eat it, it is really top grade. Wonderful, wonderful!"

"Old Zheng, serve the rice quickly." The old man, who had already eaten a round in Xiangyuan, felt hungry again.

He regretted eating half a bowl of rice there just now, and he knew that he would not even take a bite.

Zheng Cheng put the lotus root ribs and meatballs in front of the old man, and then went to the back kitchen to fill the rice without stopping.

The old man ate half of the fish head before he remembered that there were two dishes beside it.

In fact, I just said that I want these two dishes, which also means to sell Lao Zheng's face.

He glanced at the lotus root ribs soup in the crock.

The color of the soup is milky white, and the lotus root has not changed color, but it has improved.

He picked up a piece of lotus root and put it in his mouth, his expression immediately became weird.

Then I picked up a piece of spare ribs and put it in my mouth. With just a light suction, the bones and meat were separated.

"This pork rib soup is delicious. It is light and sweet, the lotus root is glutinous, and the ribs are also very tasty. Well, the meatballs are also delicious and chewy. Old Zheng, you are as good as you used to be."

Seeing that the other party just smiled and didn't answer, the old man didn't want to say more, but just focused on eating hard.

Not only did I finish all three dishes, but I even drank the soup cleanly.

"It's been a long time since I've had such a good meal. Old Zheng, here's yours." The old man took out a banknote and put it on the table, stroking his chubby belly and preparing to go for a walk on the street to digest food.

At this moment, Lao Zheng grabbed his sleeve and said seriously: "President Gong, I didn't cook this dish, it was made by that young man."

Throw in peaches and reward in return, he, Zheng Cheng, is not the kind of person who takes credit from others.

What's more, the young man taught everything without reservation, he didn't want to be a villain.

The old man is the president of the Lido Food Association. With the young man's cooking skills, it shouldn't be difficult to join the Food Association.

He can also be regarded as a favor.

"What did you say? That young man made this dish?" Old man Gong stood up, looking at the young man who had gone out in disbelief.

"Old Zheng, I said you, why didn't you say it earlier!" Old man Gong hurriedly chased him out.

Zheng Cheng patronized this place, and he only discovered it.

The woman walked over with a large bill in her hand, a little at a loss as to whether the money should be accepted or not.

"Husband, do you see?"

"Hey, why didn't you remind me just now, that is our great benefactor, how can we collect his money."

What you can earn in the future with just these three dishes is not only what you have in front of you.

Zheng Cheng hurriedly chased him out, but there was no sign of the boy.

He stood on the street and looked at old man Gong, both of them were filled with regret.

"Old Zheng, where is that man from, do you know him well?"

"I do not know."

"Hey, what a pity. I still want to invite him to join our food association." The old man Gong shook his head regretfully, but quickly stroked his beard again and said, "Hey, I have a hunch that we will meet again."

The author has something to say:

It should be gone tonight, and I will update it today.It was coded with the power of the prehistoric~