"What did you think of again?" Sun Jikai was stunned after saying this, how could he use the word again.

"With a little bit of inspiration, it's time to validate. Jiang Feng said, Sun Jikai got out of the way and left the pot to him.

Sun Jikai has made great progress in the pre-production of Babao chestnut pigeons in the past two days, and it can be seen that he has practiced a lot in private.

Jiang Feng walked to the pot and began to prepare to make the sauce.

The sauce of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon is not only to enrich the flavor of the filling, but also to enrich the taste of the pigeon itself, and at the same time, it also needs the right temperature to ensure that the pigeon is at the best eating temperature.

Taste, temperature.

Jiang Feng thought of Cao Guixiang's method of adjusting the sauce and pouring the sauce when making the big black ginseng.

A small spoonful of the sauce is poured from the center of the black cucumber, formed by dots into lines, and then into noodles, the sauce is thick, but it can pour down like water. A small two spoonfuls of the sauce can wrap the whole black cucumber, like a thin film, hanging firmly on the black cucumber.

He thought of the eight treasure chestnut pigeons made by Sun Guanyun that day, and the same was true, when the juice was drizzled, the small spoon wandered above the whole pigeon, and the little juice touched the pigeon and then quickly dispersed, like a drop of water into a pond, and ripples around the water droplets.

The pigeon soup of the original pigeon is used to prepare the sauce in order to highlight the original freshness of the eight treasure chestnut pigeons.

The sauce is thick for the sake of taste.

The waterfall is like water, so that it can be hung thinly on the pigeon to lock in the temperature.

This is the meaning of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon Sauce, not for show-off, nor for beauty, but for the food itself.

Jiang Feng moved, like the protagonist of sudden enlightenment in martial arts, a thousand-year-old myth, and an epiphany.

On high heat, cook the pigeon soup into a thick soup.

Starch thickening.

Add chicken fat.

Remove from heat.

Take out the eight-treasure chestnut fragrant pigeon in the steamer and wait.

What temperature is the most suitable for the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon, it depends on the chef's own experience and understanding, no one can say, it all depends on feelings.

Fortunately, Jiang Feng practiced enough Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeons, and I can't say that it is particularly good, but there is still a little bit of it.

Wu Minqi and Sun Jikai both looked at Jiang Feng quietly, silently, and watched him scoop up a small spoonful of sauce.

Drizzle.

The juice spreads out on the surface of the pigeon, enveloping the whole pigeon.

When the waterfall comes down, it is not very smooth, and there is a hint of stickiness, which is a gap in the technical level, which cannot be made up in a short time.

The dish is finished.

Sun Jikai looked at the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon in front of him, his heart was beating uncontrollably, and his breathing became short, his intuition told him that the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon made by Jiang Feng might really be successful.

"Taste?" Jiang Feng handed the spoon to Sun Jikai, confident.

Sun Jikai took a knife to cut the belly of the pigeon, scooped up a spoonful of vegetarian filling, and dipped it in some sauce.

Entrance.

Sun Jikai's eyes lit up.

It is this taste, it is this feeling, he has eaten the eight treasure chestnut pigeons made by Sun Guanyun since he was a child, and this taste has long been engraved on his tongue, and he will know it as soon as he tastes it.

"Jiang Feng, you... Can you tell me how you did it?" Sun Jikai looked at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng: ???

"This dish was taught to me by your grandfather, and now that I have learned it, of course I should teach it to you. Jiang Feng said.

"It's different, it's something you figured out yourself. Sun Jikai shook his head, "My grandfather's eight-treasure chestnut fragrant pigeon is not as good as you." ”

"Why don't you do it?" Wu Minqi said in surprise before the spoon in his hand was put down, "The eight-treasure chestnut fragrant pigeon made by Grandpa Sun that I tasted that day is better than Jiang Feng's." ”

Sun Jikai: ???

Am I really a fake Sun Jikai???

Sun Jikai began to doubt life.

"Kiki is right, the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon we tasted that day is much better than the one I made today. Jiang Feng also agreed.

Sun Jikai couldn't understand the world anymore, and the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon he remembered seemed to be different from the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon that Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi ate.

"If I'm not mistaken, Grandpa Sun has improved the Babao chestnut pigeons in more than a year. Jiang Feng said.

"Improvements?"

"Yes, it's improvement. When Grandpa Sun first taught you, he didn't realize that temperature is the key to making Babao chestnut pigeons, in fact, temperature is as important as the sauce, because temperature can ensure the taste of the pigeon itself. Jiang Feng explained.

"Pigeon, but this dish is filled with the belly of a pigeon!" Sun Jikai couldn't understand.

"That's what I understood at first, so I never understood why temperature was the key to this dish. But I suddenly remembered that my grandfather had told me that as long as the food is served to the guests, it is for the guests to eat, and the pigeons of the Babao chestnut pigeons are naturally served to the guests. Jiang Feng silently said sorry to Master Peng in his heart.

Sun Jikai was silent.

"The key to this dish is really the sauce, but not only the taste and method of the sauce, but also the timing of the sauce on the pigeons. But as for when to pour the sauce, it's up to you to judge. Jiang Feng explained.

Sun Jikai continued to remain silent for a long time before he sighed: "Grandpa Jiang is a true master. ”

Jiang Feng: ......

This one......

That one......

Forget it, that's right, my grandfather is a real master!

Jiang Feng smiled a little weakly.

The time is not early, it will be 12 o'clock soon, but there are still many pigeons in the back kitchen that have not been dealt with, Sun Jikai glanced at his mobile phone and realized that the time was not early, so he urged Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi to go back.

"You go back first, I'll go back when I'm done with these pigeons, I'll stay and clean the door." Sun Jikai said.

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi did not have the habit of staying in the back kitchen late at night to practice, after all, enough sleep was the guarantee of sufficient energy on the second day.

The two of them took the first step, leaving Sun Jikai alone to practice in the back kitchen.

On the way back, Jiang Feng kept thinking about whether he should take advantage of the victory and continue to practice the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon, or try to make grilled black ginseng.

Wu Minqi could see that Jiang Feng was thinking about things, and asked, "What do you think?"

"I originally wanted to try to see if I could learn to pick big black cucumber in the next few days, but I just felt very good about making Babao chestnut pigeons, and I was a little hesitant to continue practicing Babao chestnut pigeons. Jiang Feng said, a little entangled.

Learning cuisine, especially learning this famous dish, is the most taboo to use two minds.

"Eight treasure chestnut pigeons. Jiang Feng couldn't make a decision, Wu Minqi helped him make this decision, "The feeling of cooking is very important, and besides, you haven't made sea cucumber dishes, I advise you to familiarize yourself with sea cucumbers before trying to make sea cucumber dishes." And the difficulty of picking up big black cucumber is too high, the two Grandpas Jiang shouldn't be able to make this dish, why do you want to make this dish?"

When Wu Minqi said this, Jiang Feng also felt that he was a little whimsical. Sea cucumber dishes are difficult to make, and the big black cucumber is the sea cucumber dish at the top of the pyramid.

"Yes, I'm taking it for granted. Jiang Feng smiled and figured it out in an instant.

The two walked side by side, holding hands, towards home, and then stretched their shadows to the point that they were a little dazzling, and they were caught in the eyes of the single dog who had returned from overtime.

In the early hours of the morning, the deserted streets exude the smell of jovial couple dogs.

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