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Chapter 11 French Fries
After Jian Xinglan figured out how to deal with it, she felt that this method was reasonable and absolutely feasible, so she continued to cook with peace of mind.
After he cut the potatoes into thick strips, he poured water into the pot.After the boiled water cools to about 60 degrees, add an appropriate amount of salt.
Keeping this temperature, put the potato strips in and blanch until half-cooked, then quickly remove the potatoes, absorb excess water with kitchen paper, and set aside.
Blanching the potatoes can keep the taste, and it is not easy to disperse during the frying process.
This is the little point that the senior sister taught him.Jian Xinglan's eyes were soft and full of nostalgia.
When I was young, my uncles would not let my brothers and sisters eat junk food, but who can resist the temptation of fried food.
So they taught themselves online, then did it secretly, and dragged him into the boat of thieves.
In the end, several people were confiscated with the tools to commit crimes, and punished to memorize medical books with tears in their eyes.
Endorsing is especially simple for Jian Xinglan.Because I can recite it quickly, I go home first every time.
His parents passed away early, and there was only one grandfather in the family who was extremely poor in craftsmanship.Jian Xinglan had to cook by herself in order to eat a little more normally.
Since he has all the tools at home and can use them freely, he was begged by his brothers and sisters to help him make some snacks.
Instigated by their "whip", he learned a lot of gourmet recipes.
The electric stove beeps.Jian Xinglan suddenly recovered.
Memories are like a recycled chain, and all of them are retracted into the depths of my mind at once, leaving only a little aftertaste of emotional fluctuations, but they are quickly broken up by the things in front of me.
Seeing that the steamed custard was almost ready, Jian Xinglan quickly switched the steaming mode to keep warm.I have to say that the size of the kitchen is quite good, and the cooking efficiency has been significantly improved.
He poured out the water in which the potatoes were boiled just now, and poured a certain amount of oil into the pot.Don't stop until you can visually submerge the fries completely, and then heat the oil.
I don't know what kind of animal oil is used, the quality is not bad, but Jian Xinglan prefers to eat vegetable oil.
I hope that the Chinese cabbage can grow healthily, and after confirming that the earth's native plants can adapt to the interstellar soil, he must plant everything he wants to grow!
When the oil temperature was almost up, Jian Xinglan put the French fries into the pan and fried them.
When the French fries touch the hot oil, the sound of sizzling is accompanied by the unique aroma of fried food.
When the fries are golden brown, take them out with a large slotted spoon.Increase the heat and continue to heat the oil.
When the oil temperature on the electronic version reached around 170, Jian Xinglan put the French fries in the large colander into the oil and fried them for a few more breaths to make them more crispy and delicious.
Then quickly lift the colander, pour the fries into the prepared plate, and sprinkle with finely crushed salt.
The freshly baked french fries look golden and crisp, and the tiny and crystal-clear fine salt is evenly scattered on the golden skin, which can easily arouse greedy gnats with just one glance.
The tip of Jian Xinglan's upturned nose moved slightly, carrying strong aroma molecules mixed into the air, rushing into his nasal cavity, making people's index fingers twitch.
Jian Xinglan's Adam's apple slid up and down, and silently looked away.
He stood there for a while, called out the panel, and mixed a piece of ginger from the app.Cut a few pieces and put them in a small pot to cook.
Jian Xinglan stared at the bubbling ginger soup in front of her eyes, and said silently in her heart: When the illness is cured, make a big plate!Have a good time!
After eating a bowl of ginger soup, a warm current flowed down the esophagus into the abdomen.
Jian Xinglan stuck out her tongue from the heat, her handsome facial features wrinkled into a ball.A faint pink glow appeared on her fair face.
Lunch is almost ready, just fry a steak.
Jian Xinglan poured out most of the remaining oil from the French fries, leaving enough to fry the meat.
Then take the steak out and slide it over the edge of the pan into the pan.The fat smeared on the tender meat, and it sizzled.The sesame powder is boiled, and its overbearing aroma is mixed with the salty aroma of fried oil.
Jian Xinglan turned it over with chopsticks after frying it for a while.
These chopsticks were made by picking up branches before him.Due to the lack of ingredients, there are very few places where chopsticks are used in interstellar people's meals.As of now, no one is using it anymore.
Jian Xinglan kept turning the steak every half a minute, repeated several times, and the two sides of the steak had turned brown.So he pan-fried the steak on one side, locked the side, then clamped it out, and repeated the previous action with another steak.
After putting some food on the table, Jian Xinglan took a few steps back, with one hand on his hip, glanced at the table, nodded with satisfaction, and the hair on his head was slightly twitching with his movements.
This time, Jian Xinglan deliberately put her tableware away from Li Xiao.
He wanted to keep a distance from Li Xiao.
Only maintaining the relationship between creditors and debtors and landlords and tenants will help you get out of the plot smoothly in the future.
Jian Xinglan glanced at the time, and it has been more than an hour since he came back.Before Li Xiao came back, he had to dig a hole to forge the origin of potatoes and sweet potatoes.
Jian Xinglan clicked on the fresh-keeping mode on the dining table, and once again lamented the advanced technology.
He went out with a small shovel, found a remote place and dug several holes. After thinking about it, he buried some sweet potatoes in it.
If Li Xiao doesn't believe it, let him dig it himself!
When going back, Jian Xinglan picked up a small pile of dead branches and fallen leaves along the road and put them on the small shovel, holding a pile in his hand.
He found the strange bamboo in the morning based on his memory.Then he piled up the dead branches and leaves, took out the igniter that came from the kitchen, and burned the plant ash.
There are many plants in the house, and sprinklers for watering can be seen at intervals.
It can be seen that Li Xiao likes flowers and plants very much.But he watered flowers like murder, planted flowers like murder, and knew nothing about growing plants.
If you have a chance, teach him secretly, so that the poor plants will not be killed.
Jian Xinglan sprinkled plant ash on the strange bamboos first, and then poured some water on them.He glanced at the time, ten minutes had passed.
Jian Xinglan got up and clapped her hands, then walked back with a small shovel.
Back in the house, Li Xiao was still missing.Jian Xinglan hurried back to the bedroom to take a shower and destroy the criminal evidence.
When he finished packing and went downstairs, Li Xiao had just returned.Jian Xinglan turned off the preservation mode, and sat obediently at the other end of the table.
After washing his hands, Li Xiao sat in the dining room. Seeing Jian Xinglan sitting far away like avoiding the plague god, he twitched his brows slightly, and slowly took out a small jar of amber thick liquid.
Something like maltose!
Seeing it from a distance, Jian Xinglan felt itchy and wanted to go over to see if it was right.
Does Interstellar still have usable wheat and glutinous rice?
Jian Xinglan hesitated for a moment, then silently picked up the tableware and food, and sat down at the original position - Li Xiao's right hand with a shy face.
Then he stared at the amber jar without blinking, and then looked disappointed.
It's not maltose...
The author has something to say:
After he cut the potatoes into thick strips, he poured water into the pot.After the boiled water cools to about 60 degrees, add an appropriate amount of salt.
Keeping this temperature, put the potato strips in and blanch until half-cooked, then quickly remove the potatoes, absorb excess water with kitchen paper, and set aside.
Blanching the potatoes can keep the taste, and it is not easy to disperse during the frying process.
This is the little point that the senior sister taught him.Jian Xinglan's eyes were soft and full of nostalgia.
When I was young, my uncles would not let my brothers and sisters eat junk food, but who can resist the temptation of fried food.
So they taught themselves online, then did it secretly, and dragged him into the boat of thieves.
In the end, several people were confiscated with the tools to commit crimes, and punished to memorize medical books with tears in their eyes.
Endorsing is especially simple for Jian Xinglan.Because I can recite it quickly, I go home first every time.
His parents passed away early, and there was only one grandfather in the family who was extremely poor in craftsmanship.Jian Xinglan had to cook by herself in order to eat a little more normally.
Since he has all the tools at home and can use them freely, he was begged by his brothers and sisters to help him make some snacks.
Instigated by their "whip", he learned a lot of gourmet recipes.
The electric stove beeps.Jian Xinglan suddenly recovered.
Memories are like a recycled chain, and all of them are retracted into the depths of my mind at once, leaving only a little aftertaste of emotional fluctuations, but they are quickly broken up by the things in front of me.
Seeing that the steamed custard was almost ready, Jian Xinglan quickly switched the steaming mode to keep warm.I have to say that the size of the kitchen is quite good, and the cooking efficiency has been significantly improved.
He poured out the water in which the potatoes were boiled just now, and poured a certain amount of oil into the pot.Don't stop until you can visually submerge the fries completely, and then heat the oil.
I don't know what kind of animal oil is used, the quality is not bad, but Jian Xinglan prefers to eat vegetable oil.
I hope that the Chinese cabbage can grow healthily, and after confirming that the earth's native plants can adapt to the interstellar soil, he must plant everything he wants to grow!
When the oil temperature was almost up, Jian Xinglan put the French fries into the pan and fried them.
When the French fries touch the hot oil, the sound of sizzling is accompanied by the unique aroma of fried food.
When the fries are golden brown, take them out with a large slotted spoon.Increase the heat and continue to heat the oil.
When the oil temperature on the electronic version reached around 170, Jian Xinglan put the French fries in the large colander into the oil and fried them for a few more breaths to make them more crispy and delicious.
Then quickly lift the colander, pour the fries into the prepared plate, and sprinkle with finely crushed salt.
The freshly baked french fries look golden and crisp, and the tiny and crystal-clear fine salt is evenly scattered on the golden skin, which can easily arouse greedy gnats with just one glance.
The tip of Jian Xinglan's upturned nose moved slightly, carrying strong aroma molecules mixed into the air, rushing into his nasal cavity, making people's index fingers twitch.
Jian Xinglan's Adam's apple slid up and down, and silently looked away.
He stood there for a while, called out the panel, and mixed a piece of ginger from the app.Cut a few pieces and put them in a small pot to cook.
Jian Xinglan stared at the bubbling ginger soup in front of her eyes, and said silently in her heart: When the illness is cured, make a big plate!Have a good time!
After eating a bowl of ginger soup, a warm current flowed down the esophagus into the abdomen.
Jian Xinglan stuck out her tongue from the heat, her handsome facial features wrinkled into a ball.A faint pink glow appeared on her fair face.
Lunch is almost ready, just fry a steak.
Jian Xinglan poured out most of the remaining oil from the French fries, leaving enough to fry the meat.
Then take the steak out and slide it over the edge of the pan into the pan.The fat smeared on the tender meat, and it sizzled.The sesame powder is boiled, and its overbearing aroma is mixed with the salty aroma of fried oil.
Jian Xinglan turned it over with chopsticks after frying it for a while.
These chopsticks were made by picking up branches before him.Due to the lack of ingredients, there are very few places where chopsticks are used in interstellar people's meals.As of now, no one is using it anymore.
Jian Xinglan kept turning the steak every half a minute, repeated several times, and the two sides of the steak had turned brown.So he pan-fried the steak on one side, locked the side, then clamped it out, and repeated the previous action with another steak.
After putting some food on the table, Jian Xinglan took a few steps back, with one hand on his hip, glanced at the table, nodded with satisfaction, and the hair on his head was slightly twitching with his movements.
This time, Jian Xinglan deliberately put her tableware away from Li Xiao.
He wanted to keep a distance from Li Xiao.
Only maintaining the relationship between creditors and debtors and landlords and tenants will help you get out of the plot smoothly in the future.
Jian Xinglan glanced at the time, and it has been more than an hour since he came back.Before Li Xiao came back, he had to dig a hole to forge the origin of potatoes and sweet potatoes.
Jian Xinglan clicked on the fresh-keeping mode on the dining table, and once again lamented the advanced technology.
He went out with a small shovel, found a remote place and dug several holes. After thinking about it, he buried some sweet potatoes in it.
If Li Xiao doesn't believe it, let him dig it himself!
When going back, Jian Xinglan picked up a small pile of dead branches and fallen leaves along the road and put them on the small shovel, holding a pile in his hand.
He found the strange bamboo in the morning based on his memory.Then he piled up the dead branches and leaves, took out the igniter that came from the kitchen, and burned the plant ash.
There are many plants in the house, and sprinklers for watering can be seen at intervals.
It can be seen that Li Xiao likes flowers and plants very much.But he watered flowers like murder, planted flowers like murder, and knew nothing about growing plants.
If you have a chance, teach him secretly, so that the poor plants will not be killed.
Jian Xinglan sprinkled plant ash on the strange bamboos first, and then poured some water on them.He glanced at the time, ten minutes had passed.
Jian Xinglan got up and clapped her hands, then walked back with a small shovel.
Back in the house, Li Xiao was still missing.Jian Xinglan hurried back to the bedroom to take a shower and destroy the criminal evidence.
When he finished packing and went downstairs, Li Xiao had just returned.Jian Xinglan turned off the preservation mode, and sat obediently at the other end of the table.
After washing his hands, Li Xiao sat in the dining room. Seeing Jian Xinglan sitting far away like avoiding the plague god, he twitched his brows slightly, and slowly took out a small jar of amber thick liquid.
Something like maltose!
Seeing it from a distance, Jian Xinglan felt itchy and wanted to go over to see if it was right.
Does Interstellar still have usable wheat and glutinous rice?
Jian Xinglan hesitated for a moment, then silently picked up the tableware and food, and sat down at the original position - Li Xiao's right hand with a shy face.
Then he stared at the amber jar without blinking, and then looked disappointed.
It's not maltose...
The author has something to say:
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