Jiang Feng went straight to Li Mansion to find Chen Suhua to borrow a chicken and rushed back, from the time he stepped into Li Mansion to Chen Suhua's reaction to catch a big and fat hen for him to leave no more than 5 minutes.

He completely confused Chen Suhua back and forth, causing Chen Suhua to walk slowly to the study to find Professor Li, and he didn't have time to say a sentence:

"Lao Li, I think Lao Zhao is right, Xiao Feng, this kid looks like he's provoked something unclean, why don't we find a way to ask someone to give him a little evil?"

Professor Li was originally looking at the email sent to him by the doctoral student he was carrying, and when he heard Chen Shuhua say this, he couldn't help but shake his head: "What are you talking nonsense? ”

Chen Suhua saw that Professor Li didn't know about this matter at all, so he hurriedly told him what Grandma Jiang told him about this time.

The more Professor Li listened, the more solemn his face became, and he didn't say a word, as if he remembered something.

"I remember that tomorrow is Kaede's birthday. Professor Li said.

"Yes, tomorrow Xiaofeng and they seem to be going to climb the Great Wall, and they will get that forced thing at night. Chen Suhua said.

"Then let's go too. ”

"that?" asked Chen Suhua.

Professor Li shook his head: "Let's go climb the Great Wall." ”

Chen Suhua: ?

Chen Suhua looked at Professor Li from beginning to end with a suspicious gaze, and felt that he, with his old arms and legs, did not look like a person who could climb the Great Wall.

You just retired from illness last year, and now you are climbing the Great Wall vigorously, isn't it good to post a circle of friends and be seen by the leaders?

"Let's take the cable car up. Professor Li got up, moved his neck, and glanced out the window.

Spring is bright and sunny.

Of course, Jiang Feng didn't know that his behavior of borrowing a chicken to return the soup had caused such a change, he carried the old hen who was lively and strong, and from time to time wanted to find an opportunity to peck at him, returned to the kitchen, threw the chicken into the corner, and told everyone that no one was allowed to move the chicken and then began to work seriously.

It's just that his serious work tonight is a little watery compared to the past, and Jiang Feng has been reviewing in his mind all night how Jiang Weiming hangs the clear soup in his memory.

Jiang Weiming's pot of clear soup was hung from morning to evening, which took more than 9 hours. Jiang Feng roughly calculated, if he returned home at 10 o'clock in the evening according to the previous off-duty time, even if he cut corners and only hung for 8 hours, he would have to wait until 6 o'clock in the morning on the second day before the soup could come out of the pot.

The soup came out of the pot at 6 o'clock, breakfast at 7 o'clock, and the gathering at 8 o'clock to climb the Great Wall.

The difference is nothing more than sudden death in the morning and sudden death in the afternoon.

The more Jiang Feng thought about it, the more frightened he became, the more scared he became, if he put his life into it in order to give his girlfriend a gift for the first anniversary of his relationship, then he might be the best boyfriend in ancient and modern times.

Forget it, who loves this good boyfriend?

After thinking for two minutes, Jiang Feng chose to leave the work to his father.

At 18:03 on April 15, Jiang Feng finished thickening the last eight-treasure chestnut pigeon and made sure that all the buff dishes that had been ordered were completed.

The hen grabbed it and shouted at her father.

"Dad, I suddenly remembered that there was something else at home, I went back first, you can help me cook the rest of the dishes!" Then Jiang Feng grabbed the chicken and ran away with lightning speed, and he didn't even have time to change his clothes, for fear that Jiang Jiankang would react and arrest him back.

Jiang Jiankang, who reacted after half a minute: ......

He smashed this disease...... Is it better or worse?

Others in the back kitchen: ???

It's over, the little boss is really crazy this time.

Jiang Feng grabbed the chicken to the house in his work clothes, and without saying a word, he stabbed the fat hen to death, bleeding and plucking the feathers in one go, racing against time.

There are three steps to prepare a high-grade consommé, one boiling, two sweeping, and three hanging. As the name suggests, boiling is to put the ingredients in a pot to boil, remove the blood and skim off the blood foam, so that the ingredients can be used to cook the soup.

This step is very easy, basically as long as the meat soup is cooked.

Jiang Feng didn't see this step in his memory at the beginning, and it was only later through the video tutorial that he saw the whole process of cooking clear soup.

The whole hen is bled to remove the head, claws and internal organs, first soaked in water to remove the remaining blood, and then blanched again to remove the impurities, even if the simplest step of removing impurities has been completed, the chicken pieces can be stewed together with other ingredients.

After the first step of cooking, it is a notoriously difficult and energy-consuming sweep.

Jiang Feng didn't sweep the soup much, Taifeng Lou would always prepare the broth, but the usual stock was just ordinary broth, and it only needed to be swept once or twice with red and white fur to remove most of the impurities, and the kind of high-grade clear soup was not an order of magnitude at all.

Not to mention the high-grade clear soup that is as clear as white water, even if it is a high-grade clear soup that is light yellow in color and can be seen to be a soup, Taifeng Lou can't find a second person other than Jiang Weiming to make it.

The old man might be able to do it, but Jiang Feng hadn't seen him do it.

The soup was boiling in the pot, and Jiang Feng was making red and white mushrooms on the side. Pork and beef are made into red mushrooms, and chicken breast is made into white mushrooms, and it is almost time to sweep the soup when the two types of meat are ready.

The temperature of the chicken broth should not be too high, and the soup should be cooled slightly before turning on the low heat. Put the minced meat in the pot and stir it clockwise, as the broth in the pot slowly heats up, the minced meat will slowly mature, and finally condensed into a clump and float on the surface of the soup before it can be removed.

The minced meat can not be thrown away, rinse it with water and wrap it in a cloth to flatten it for later use.

Jiang Feng originally felt that this step was difficult when he was looking for an opportunity to help the old man sweep the soup, mainly because it was difficult to control the heat.

Before sweeping the soup, the soup should be cooled, but the soup should not be too cold to leave a trace of residual warmth. When sweeping the soup, the soup is put on the stove and simmered slowly to let it heat up slowly, how to control the heat at this time, how to control the speed of slowly heating up, and what is the most appropriate temperature to make full use of the minced meat, these are all knowledge.

It just so happened that Jiang Feng basically didn't understand much of these knowledge.

Not only Jiang Feng didn't understand, but Wu Minqi didn't understand it either, and Jiang Jiankang didn't understand it either. Suffice it to say, more than 90% of the chefs in Tai Fung House don't understand.

If you don't understand, you have to learn.

Chefs are trained, and they will not get worse and worse with practice, but only get better and better. The first sweep of the soup is not good, the second sweep of the soup is not good, even the 99th and 100th sweeps of the soup are not good, the 1000th sweep of the soup is not good, as long as you don't give up, there will always be a day.

Of course, if it doesn't work 10,000 times, it probably doesn't work.

Sometimes you have to give up, and if the clear soup doesn't work, you can change it to something else, maybe the clear soup doesn't have the talent for the stock.

Jiang Feng felt that as a hanger, he should not be so miserable.

After several hours of intermittent sweeping of the soup, Jiang Feng clearly realized that his third grandfather might really be an immortal.

How did you sweep out that clear soup that was as clear as white water?

Is that really something that humans can make?

He understands the reason, sweeping the soup is actually to use the coagulation of collagen in animals to adsorb the impurities in the soup, theoretically as long as the number of times the soup is swept enough, and the soup will be fine enough.

But anyone who has taken a lab class knows that every experiment has a theoretical value, but few people have the opportunity to see others or calculate the theoretical value themselves.

Even if you measure the gravitational acceleration with a single pendulum, you can't measure 9.8.

Anyway, Jiang Feng swept until Wu Minqi came back, and the soup didn't become clear and translucent at all.

"Feng Feng, are you cooking chicken soup?" Wu Minqi asked as soon as he entered the house and smelled the rich smell of chicken soup in the air, and asked while standing in the hallway and taking off his shoes.

Jiang Feng didn't hear it, so he didn't respond.

Wu Minqi put down the bag and walked to the kitchen door, and saw that Jiang Feng was still wearing the staff uniform of Taifeng Building and was carefully adjusting the fire, while using a colander to remove the meat foam on the surface of the soup, and instantly understood that Jiang Feng was sweeping the soup.

"Feng Feng, are you cooking broth?" Wu Minqi asked.

This time Jiang Feng heard it and nodded: "Almost, I want to see if I can hang out a high-grade clear soup." ”

Wu Minqi has eaten a lot of dishes made with high-grade consommé since she was a child, but if she really talks about making high-grade consommé, she has never done it once. After all, in her cognitive scope, this top-notch clear soup is not something she can learn at this stage.

Wu Minqi knew that the high-end clear soup was time-consuming and laborious, and she also knew that it was most taboo to be disturbed by someone talking next to her when making this kind of delicate dish, so she nodded and prepared to leave.

Before his feet stepped out of the kitchen door, Wu Minqi turned his head again and admonished: "I have to get up early tomorrow morning to climb the Great Wall, Feng Feng, you remember to go to bed early." ”

Wu Minqi glanced at the soup in the pot: "You can't force it to make high-grade clear soup, my dad also followed my grandfather for many years before he started to do it, and it took several years to make the first pot of finished products." ”

After Wu Minqi left, Jiang Feng realized that Wu Minqi's words just now were actually comforting him, even if he couldn't do it, don't be sad.

Jiang Feng: ?

Does my pot of consommé really look that unlike consommé?

Jiang Feng carefully looked at the clear soup in the pot.

It's not like that.