Jingling University, canteen.

Because of the cleanliness of the canteen, Su Zifang and Mu Lu could only wait outside the door for Zhao Xiaoman to pick them up.

"Thank you Boss Su, Chang Liang!" Mu Lu smiled and put his hand on Su Zifang's shoulder,

Su Zifang turned his head to look at Mu Lu with a hippie smile, and regretted telling Mu Lu in the morning that he was going to come to Jingling University to eat pot meat.

In this way, Mu Lu will not be forced into a taxi on the grounds that he needs to eat an authentic pot of meat to make up for the hurt soul he received after eating his own unauthentic pot meat.

"Come here, this way!" Zhao Xiaoman poked his head out of the side door of the cafeteria and called the two of them over, "My dad just bought the ingredients and came back, you have to wait a while to eat." ”

"I can wait as long as I want. Mu Lu leaned in front of Zhao Xiaoman, "Let Uncle slow down, don't be tired." ”

Su Zifang looked at Mu Lu's performance, sighed secretly, and finally understood why he thought that Zhao Jixiao's stir-fried pot wrapped meat was the best in the audience.

This has nothing to do with pot-wrapped meat, this is clearly trying to abduct and sell people.

Then Su Zifang took the initiative to distance himself from Mulu.

God knows what kind of resentment a father who loves his daughter will burst out after seeing the pig with the cabbage.

He even made up a picture that he loved her, but was stopped by her father, he resolutely took out a bank card with five million to save his heart, but his mother came forward to say that he and she were long-lost brothers and sisters.

What a beautiful and bloody love!

"Dad!" Zhao Xiaoman's voice interrupted Su Zifang's brain.

When I turned my eyes, there was a sign with white characters on a red background hanging on a stall in the middle of the second floor: Zhao Ji Xiao Fried.

The dense small characters are all menus, and after a cursory glance, it is really home-style stir-fry: all kinds of vegetables fried shredded pork, vegetables fried meat slices, vegetables fried vegetables. The price is also very affordable, 15 yuan a serving, and the rice is free.

A sturdy man in the stall was washing vegetables, and when he heard Zhao Xiaoman's voice, he just glanced up: "You sit down first, I'll remember it." ”

"Boss Su, don't care, my dad is like this, he doesn't care about anything when he cooks. ”

"Well, good chefs are like that. Su Zifang understands this state very well, and he doesn't like to be disturbed by other things when he is cooking the ingredients.

The man in the stall moved his ears, stopped his movements and looked at Su Zifang: "You are Boss Su, right?"

"Yes. Zhao ......: "Su Zifang doesn't know what to call the man in the stall.

It's too weird to call uncle, and it's not right to call big brother.

"Zhao Xi, the surrounding bosses call me Master Zhao. Seeing Su Zifang's predicament, the one in the stall took the initiative to speak.

"Hello Master Zhao. ”

"Hmm. Zhao Xi answered and motioned for Su Zifang to come closer, "Something?"

"I heard Xiaoman say that the pot wrapped meat you made is delicious, and I want to ask for advice. Su Zifang didn't know Zhao Xi's character, and he didn't have the idea of hiding it.

"Okay. Zhao Xi looked in the direction of Zhao Xiaoman, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his eyes were full of doting.

After carefully looking at Su Zifang a few times, Zhao Xi said, "I heard Xiaoman say that your cooking skills are not bad?"

"Barely able to make a few dishes on the table. ”

"It's done. Zhao Xi smiled and nodded: "I heard Xiaoman say, you only have five dishes in your store, and there are not many young people who are as modest as you now." ”

"Hey, hey. When he praised himself, Su Zifang smirked and pretended to be stunned, but fortunately, Zhao Xi didn't ask deeply.

"I'll do it again, you watch, if you don't understand something, I'll talk about it later. After speaking, he didn't wait for Su Zifang to respond, and continued to devote himself to the dishes in front of him.

Clean the large pork loin, wipe it dry, cut it into two or three millimeter-thick slices with a knife, pour salt, cooking wine, and starch and start marinating.

It took less than a minute for Zhao Xi to complete this set of operations, and with intuition, Su Zifang guessed that Zhao Xi's culinary expertise was at a high level or even higher.

"It would be nice when the system will update a function to view the attributes of the target person. Su Zifang complained and continued to stare at Zhao Xi's technique.

The juice prepared by Zhao Xi is also very different from him, the raw tomatoes are stirred into tomato paste, half an orange is juiced, and then sugar, rice vinegar, salt, and water are added to mix into a viscous state, which smells like the fragrance of oranges and the refreshing taste of tomatoes, which is just right.

After adjusting the sauce, Zhao Xi adjusted another bowl of starch paste wrapped in meat, added half a spoonful of salt and a few drops of oil, and poured the marinated meat slices into it and stirred well.

Seeing that most of the oil in the pot was boiling to sixty percent hot, Zhao Xi grabbed a handful of onions into the pot, fried them until the bubbles around the onions were immediately taken out, and put the slices of meat into the pot one by one.

Zhao Xi patiently flipped the meat slices with chopsticks, and waited until the starch paste became golden before taking them out with a fence.

Then he turned on the fire, and when the smoke began to rise, he put the fried slices of meat into the pot again, and pressed the fence down from the middle of the pot, and the pieces of meat were all close to the outside of the fence.

Fifteen seconds, eighteen seconds, Su Zifang is not sure about the specific time, in short, the time for re-explosion is extremely short.

Zhao Xi's eyes never left the fence, and he only used one movement to fish out all the slices of meat.

Su Zifang, who saw this one-handed operation, was envious, and asked himself, he was still far from this water product.

Zhao Xi took another green onion, cut the palm of the chin and a section of green onion white, sliced it with a flat knife, folded it in half, and cut it with a knife, but cut out a plate of five-star green onion shreds in a few seconds, white, thin and long!

Put the small wok on the stove and turn it into the stir-fry, pour the meat slices and the sauce together, and after a few seconds, each piece of meat is coated with the sauce, golden brown and translucent, and the sweet and sour flavor faintly escapes.

Zhao Xi decisively turned off the heat, sprinkled with shredded green onions, and removed from the pot.

"Please take your time. Zhao Xi pushed out the plate and continued to be busy with the work in his hands.

"Thank you. Su Zifang thanked him and returned to the table with his plate.

"That's the taste!" As soon as Su Zifang approached, Mu Lu picked up the chopsticks and couldn't wait to start.

"Wait, let Boss Su see first. Zhao Xiaoman scolded Mu Lu who was about to move, "This is my father's teaching dish for Boss Su, don't eat it!"

"The pot meat is not delicious if it is cold!" Mu Lu's facial features were tangled together, as if not eating the pot meat that had just come out of the pot was a great harm to him.

"Click. Suzi put it in his mouth and let out a crisp chewing sound.

The tomato base explodes in the mouth, and the sweet and sour sauce is dotted with the fragrance of orange, which is more refreshing and greasy than pure sweet and sour. The meat slices inside are smooth, tender, fresh and fragrant, and the flavor is more mellow when paired with the sauce and the dough that is fried until crispy.

Su Zifang silently compared the pot wrapped meat he made.

Two seconds later, he silently stretched out his chopsticks and clipped another piece. At this time, what do you want to do yourself, doesn't it taste delicious in front of you?!

Seeing that the main owner had moved his chopsticks, Mu Lu was not to be outdone, and joined the pot meat snatching battle, and there were only two words left in his mouth: "Delicious!"

Su Zifang just wanted to ridicule Mulu for being uneducated, and he went all over the world with a delicious sentence, but he suddenly ran out of words, and he couldn't think of any other description except for deliciousness, so he obediently lowered his head and continued to fight for pot meat.

Zhao Xiaoman shook his head, and also picked up a piece, his face was full of happiness and happiness, this taste has never changed for more than ten years, as long as you take a bite, you will know that it is the taste of home!