The old dad over there was still thinking about how credible Chang Zhaowen's words were, but in fact, it wasn't that he didn't trust Chang Zhaowen, and he subconsciously hoped that what Chang Zhaowen said was true, but his words were too bizarre. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the end, the old father made a decision that seemed to him to be the safest, not in a hurry to beckon his son to come back with his family, he first made the thirty fish that Chang Zhaowen gave him into salted fish, and after the salted fish was salted, he would take samples and check them one by one, if these thirty fish were all fairies, then Chang Zhaowen said that all of them were true.

Chang Zhaowen saw that the old father didn't squeak or urge him, and after waiting quietly for a while, he stood up and said loudly: "Old daddy, I haven't eaten mullet egg soup yet, since I'm here today, I must see it!"

The old father smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "I still have dried mullet eggs here, it's just that I know my catties, don't embarrass me, let me make soup for you...... Doesn't that make me a layman make a fool of myself in front of an insider?"

It's all said and done, and the old dad doesn't want to toss anymore, it's right to say the normal text, everyone has their own strengths, and his strength is still making dry goods, so why compete with other professional chefs for any cooking skills?

The old dad didn't hide his secrets, he simply brought over the whole jar of dried mullet balls that he had treasured for many years: "Young man, if you really want to eat mullet egg soup, please do it yourself, old man, I don't have the ability to do this." ”

The corners of Chang Zhaowen's mouth twitched, forget it, he is also a hard worker, and he has to do it himself wherever he goes.

The jar of dried mullet eggs was placed in front of him, that is, a tin jar less than thirty centimeters high, and the dried mullet eggs in it were not much, only a quarter full. But Chang Zhaowen knew that this jar of things was not easy to come by, and the old father couldn't use fishing nets in the eyes of the fish, so he needed to catch how many squid fish in order to collect enough mullet eggs, and he had to wait until the drying was completed to sort out these "fairy fish" from the blue sea.

Not to mention anything else, just the labor cost, this jar of dried mullet eggs is worth a lot of money.

Chang Zhaowen reached out and grabbed a small handful of dried mullet eggs from the jar, about five or six, and the old father was a little surprised: "Just use this?"

Chang Zhaowen said with a smile: "Just use this point, you can collect the rest first, wait for me to give you an address, there is a courier on the island, I will pick a few salted fish and express it back together, as for the price...... You can open it, just like the style you set the price for the kelp soup before. ”

"That's not possible," the old daddy put his hand on the lid of the mullet eggs, "just order dried mullet eggs, I can't give them all to you, you have to leave some for me, my son and grandson will have to stew soup for them to drink when they come back!"

Chang Zhaowen was not angry, since the old father said so, it means that he accepted Chang Zhaowen's suggestion and was ready to let his son return to Sanshan Island with his family to develop, he quipped: "Ah, it seems that I can't buy your dried mullet eggs, your can of things is enough for you to stew 2 or 3 times of abalone mullet egg soup, right?"

"Hey, what kind of abalone mullet egg soup, I don't know what kind of wind my brain came up with to come up with this recipe, it's too bad!" The old daddy shook his head, and everyone was a little dizzy when he saw it.

Chang Zhaowen soaked a few mullet eggs he took out in the clear water and walked straight out of the house, when the old father asked him to cook his own soup just now, he already had inspiration.

Now the place where he is is backed by Whalebone Mountain, there is a whalebone stream in front of it, and it can be regarded as a mountain and water, and the environment is quiet.

The mountain is lined with green trees, and the deep shades of green are full of eyes, and there are also red, white, and yellow mountain flowers.

On the waterhole not far away, a group of quiet waterfowl plunged into the water in an orderly manner, stirring up white splashes from time to time.

If he is a poet or a painter, he will definitely be tempted to write the natural wilderness full of vitality in front of him into the poem or into the painting, and the worst of all, he will take out his mobile phone to take a photo and send it to the circle of friends to deceive a wave of likes.

But Chang Zhaowen is a chef, and he decided to incorporate the scenery of the mountains in front of him into his cuisine.

Grabbing a small bamboo basket, Chang Zhaowen squatted on the ground, brushed aside a bush of weeds on the ground, and smiled slightly, he was not mistaken, there was indeed the wild camellia he was looking for, and the old father also hurriedly ran to help, and it didn't take long to pick enough of what he needed.

"It's not complicated, but the details still need to be taken care of. Chang Zhaowen saw that the old father had been following him back to the kitchen, and he also guessed that he wanted to steal the teacher, he didn't plan to hide it, but he didn't know how much the old father could learn.

Put the mullet eggs that have just been soaked in cold water into the pot and re-inject the mountain spring water, quickly remove the mullet eggs after boiling, cool them with water, carefully peel off the mucous membrane on the surface, and peel off the mullet eggs piece by piece, and put them into the newly filled mountain spring water in the pot.

"You can use skimmed old hen soup for the official stew, but you don't need to re-stew the chicken soup today, you have abalone juice anyway. Chang Zhaowen said and took the jar of abalone juice from the old father.

"But the taste of abalone juice is too domineering, doesn't it clash with the umami of mullet eggs?"

"Look at my dosage. Chang Zhaowen took out a clean chopstick and dipped a little abalone juice in it, and put it on top of the pot of mountain spring water, "1, 2, 3!" After adding three drops of abalone juice, Chang Zhaowen immediately put away his chopsticks and turned the heat to the maximum.

The water in the pot began to boil, and Chang Zhaowen grabbed the freshly washed and chopped wild camellia and sprinkled it into the pot seemingly carelessly. Then he took a salt jar, added a little salt to the pot, and covered the pot.

Smack! Turn off the heat.

"Alright. ”

"What? that's it?" the old dad felt that he couldn't cry or laugh, stewed soup and stewed soup, which means that it took time to cook soup, Chang Zhaowen is too perfunctory, right?

Chang Zhaowen smiled and lifted the lid of the pot, and a wonderful aroma instantly filled the entire kitchen like a bomb.

That is, how could there be such a shocking effect with a few mullet eggs and wild camellia that can be seen everywhere in the mountains? The old father tugged at his thigh, and it hurt! This is all true.

Chang Zhaowen took a bowl of soup and handed it to the old daddy, who was already a little sluggish, and the latter came back to his senses, the soup in the soup bowl was as clear as water scattered with green leaves like jade, quite a bit of green tree shady artistic conception, and the white mullet eggs scattered in the green leaves were like pear blossoms, living out of a flowing mountain beauty!

It's just that the rich aroma flowing on this beautiful scenery reminds him all the time that this is definitely not just a visual enjoyment!