Su Zifang heard the shouting and went out to take a look.

Xie An drove a large gold cup and parked outside the side door, and the door opened, revealing more than a dozen foam boxes labeled Zhenjiang Thank You Patronizing Pig Breeding Co., Ltd.

"What is it, you actually want to drive a van to deliver it?" Su Zifang said curiously.

"Pig!"

Xie Anfei hugged a foam box with all his might, panting.

"Didn't you ask Yang Qiong to tell me in the morning that the whistleblower had been found?"

"It didn't take long for Director Zhang of the school to call me and say that our only bidder had been disqualified by the school because of non-compliance. ”

"We were the only bidders. ”

"Originally, this situation was not in accordance with the regulations, but we offered to contract before, and now that the bidding period has ended, the school has decided to contract the store directly to us. ”

"When my father found out about this, he asked me to send a pig over, saying that you are bothered, and you must take it. ”

"I just killed half an hour ago, and the blood is all (rè). ”

"And this is not an ordinary feed pig, it is a soil pig specially raised by my father, who grew up eating pig food, (ròu) is fragrant, and my family generally only kills it during the New Year's Festival. ”

Su Zifang unseals the foam box, revealing a pig (ròu) hidden under the ice pack.

White as jade, red as cinnabar, it is really the performance of a good pig (ròu).

Raising his eyes to look at Xie An, what a coincidence.

Xie An didn't know what was happening in the store (qíng) but he was able to deliver the pig that had just been slaughtered, and it seems that the customer in the store was really blessed to catch up!

Beckoned Su Lianzheng and Mu Fei to carry the cut pig into the kitchen.

Su Zifang stopped Xie An, who was leaving: "Do you want something exciting?"

"What?"

"Chilled red sheng, a special delicacy of ethnic minorities in Yunnan Province. Su Zifang omitted the ingredients and methods, and only kept the name that sounded very (yòu), and looked at Xie An with an innocent expression.

"You didn't do it, did you?" Xie An said vigilantly.

"No, Mu Fei did it, it is absolutely authentic. ”

"Hmmm......"

Xie An hesitated.

After coming so many times, he still knows Mu Fei's (shēn) share, the grandson of the famous Yunnan cuisine master Mu Yun, who claims to be the first fast knife in the southwest.

Although he also thinks that purple qi is a little funny, but the name of the shadow man of the tree, dare to brag about himself like this, the craftsmanship should be bad, right?

Seeing that Xie An was still a little hesitant, Su Zifang continued to add ingredients: "This is a dish that only has been used to entertain distinguished guests over there." ”

"The status is equal to the pig-killing dish in the Northeast, and most people can't eat it once a year, if it weren't for the fact that there happened to be a guest, Mu Fei was also here, even if you went on a trip, there might not be anything fresh for you to eat. ”

"Okay!" Xie An still couldn't resist the confusion of Mu Fei + Yunnan Province Specialties + Distinguished Dishes Triple (yòu), parked the car and went to the lobby to wait.

"Mu Fei, please!" Su Zi put it back in the back kitchen and put a whole piece of loin (ròu) on a plate in front of Mu Fei.

Mu Fei: ???

"What do you mean?"

"The guest ordered the cold salad, and only you know how to cook this dish here, so, come on!" Su Zifang said and just wanted to run, he was grabbed by Mu Fei.

"I just know about this dish, and I haven't eaten it, let alone made it. Either I'll ask my grandfather and you'll learn from it, or you'll tell the diners that you can't do it. Mu Fei said resolutely.

"Okay......" Su Zifang saw Mu Fei's resolute attitude, so he had to roll up his sleeves and get started by himself.

By the time Mu Fei came back from the call, a whole piece of loin (ròu) had been washed clean, and it was red after removing the fascia.

"My grandfather said that this dish looks simple, but it's actually not easy to make, so let me take it easy. ”

"Cut the loin (ròu) into puree and mix it with peppercorn powder, chili powder, ah Wa coriander, and salt. ”

"By the way, ah Wa coriander can be replaced with coriander. ”

Mu Fei was afraid that Su Zifang would not know, so he specially reminded him.

"What about pig blood?" Su Zifang listened to the steps, and after secretly writing them down, he found that Mu Yun's practice did not mention pig blood in the whole process, and asked no.

"Pour it on. Mu Fei smiled, left a look of self-begging, and began to go to the water platform to help with the work.

The back kitchen is not big, and Mu Fei let the entire back kitchen know that Su Zifang is going to make an authentic Yunnan ethnic minority food now, and they all came to check it out with curiosity.

"I heard Mu Fei say that it was a dish made with red ginger, how do you think Boss Su is dealing with the loin (ròu)?" Zhao Xiaoman and Zhang Zidan shared.

"I saw that he prepared a big handful of spices, and it felt like roasted (ròu). Maybe it's red ginger roast (ròu)? like red willow roast (ròu)?" Zhang Zidan retorted.

"But when I came over just now, I heard Boss Su and Mu Fei say that they want to use pig's blood, isn't it a hot dish?" Mo Xiaomi joined the discussion group, and didn't forget to smack her tongue: "Thin (ròu), pig's blood, marinade, Yunnan Province's special food, I don't know why I'm always looking forward to it." ”

Zhao Xiaoman and Zhang Zidan glanced at each other, remembered the fear of being dominated by Phnom Penh cabbage, shook their heads, and did not break Mo Xiaomi's illusion.

The (rè) discussed here is in full swing, and before the su zi is put (shēn), a piece of tenderloin has been chopped into (ròu) puree, and the bright red ball is spread on the bottom of the pot, with an inexplicable sweet umami taste.

Su Zifang resisted the urge to take a bite, sprinkled pepper powder, chili powder, coriander, and salty salt into the basin, then cut in a piece of roasted pork skin, poured in the pig's blood that had not yet coagulated, and stirred well.

A pot of seemingly authentic cold salad is ready.

In order to ensure the unity of flavor, Su Zifang also deliberately used the well salt purchased by Su Lianzheng from Yunnan Province.

The whole plate of blood-red (ròu) chyme is sprinkled with a piece of seasoning powder and dotted with green coriander in the middle, a bit like ròu (medium-rare cow) chopped and served in a pot to ooze juice.

However, Su Zifang knew that it was all fresh pig blood.

At this point, he finally understood why this dish is called cold salad.

Sure enough, it was red and raw.

Well...... If in the north, this dish is sure to be a pot of good pie filling!

"Mu Fei!"

Su Zifang was not sure whether his finished product was qualified, so he decided to let the authentic people of Yunnan Province take a look first.

"Done?"

Mu Fei heard the greeting and came over to look at the surprised watch (qíng).

"It looks pretty good!"

"Taste it?" Su Zi let go of the door and saw the mountain road.

Unexpectedly, Mu Fei was not fooled at all, and turning (shēn) was a counter-kill: "Have you eaten it?"

"Hmm...... I'm getting ready to ...... Ready to taste. Su Zi smiled very reluctantly.

"Then I'll wait until you've eaten it. Mu Fei picked up the chopsticks and lined them up behind Su Zifang (shēn), a watch (qíng) that sat and waited to watch the play.

Su Zifang stubbornly took out a portion and picked up a small piece from it and put it in his mouth.

At first, a sweet smell rushes into my throat, but in an instant, it is wrapped in a complex texture of spices and replaced by a different taste.

When chewed carefully, the (ròu) puree bursts out with a delicious (ròu) juice, with hints of chili, peppercorns, and coriander, which are mixed with pig's blood to form a special texture.

It's like a medium-rare pork chop, which gives Su Zifang the illusion that he is chasing a pig and eating a pig (ròu).

At this time, the rest of the kitchen also gathered around, looking at the red-colored (ròu) sauce-like dishes on the plate, and there were only three words between their eyebrows.

Who dares to eat?