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"Heh, I was in the small hall last night!"

The middle-aged man handed the steamed bun wrapped in his hand to Yu Zheng, and said with a smile: "Take it, don't burn it, the steamed bun has just come out of the cage...... Hey, your pre-game prediction last night is really godly, just like what Mr. Yuan Kuocheng said about Zhuge Liang in "Three Kingdoms", it is simply a clever calculation, and you can know three points in the world without a good job! What happened to you last night is now spread all over the factory, and many people call you Xiao Zhuge ......" said the middle-aged man sighed again.

"It's also to blame the national football team for not being angry, and it can't even win Hong Kong!"

Yu Zheng said this, and he was ashamed.

He just read it according to the original history last night, and it was nothing great at all, but he didn't expect to be considered Xiao Zhuge ......

Really.

When leaving the cafeteria, when many familiar people greeted them, they would call themselves 'Xiao Zhuge 'in a joking tone', which made Yu Zheng extremely embarrassed, he didn't agree, he didn't agree.

"You must keep a low profile in the future......"

Yu Zheng thought so.

The plate of roasted eggplant fried by his mother was indeed as he expected, and it was a little greasy.

This is when burning eggplant, I am afraid that it will not be fragrant, and because of the addition of too much oil, in fact, a really good part of burning eggplant, but when it really starts to burn, it does not use too much oil, and the oil is used when processing eggplant. Yu Zheng watched his sister and mother eat with relish, he couldn't eat it anymore, people in this era lack fat intake.

But he's not purely from this era.

However, there are still some leftovers left over from last night, and the fragrant and thick braised broth is also very refreshing to eat as a dip in steamed buns.

"Why don't you eat eggplant, you used to like it."

Seeing that her son had hardly touched the plate of roasted eggplant, Qin Xiulian was a little strange, she took another piece and tasted it, feeling that the taste was no different from what she had made before, so she asked suspiciously.

"It's a little greasy......"

Yu Zheng said casually.

"I'm a little tired, you still eat the soup of braised pork?" Qin Xiulian heard her son say this, and her expression was even more strange.

"These two are not the same......"

Yu Zheng didn't know how to explain to his mother, different ingredients could not be judged by the same standards, after thinking about it for a while, he decided to tell his mother how to make a plate of high-quality roasted eggplant, although his mother was unlikely to listen to it.

"Mom, what about your roasted eggplant, you shouldn't cook the raw eggplant directly in the pot, you need to fry it twice before you cook it in the pot......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qin Xiulian.

"What? Do you want to fry it first? Also twice? Saying that, Qin Xiulian was a little puzzled, "If you fry it, you will fry it in oil, why do you fry it twice?" How much oil does that have to be wasted? Do you know how much soybean oil costs a pound now......

Hearing his mother say this, Yu Zheng hesitated, he decided not to talk about soybean oil for frying, peanut oil for stir-frying, and cooking common sense that almost every housewife will know in the future.

However, frying twice still has to be explained.

"In fact, it is a small means of re-frying, basically all fried dishes must be re-fried."

Qin Xiulian is also a housewife, although she has not received professional cooking training, she is still quite curious about some cooking skills.

"Re-bombing? What is that? She couldn't help but ask.

"It's very simple, that is, fry it twice, fry it at a medium oil temperature of about 70%, and then wait for a while to cool it down, and then add the oil temperature to 90% high oil temperature, and then fry the thing quickly, and fry it through the crispy ......"

Yu Zheng and his sister grabbed each other's little remaining braised meat soup, and explained casually.

However, Qin Xiulian was even more puzzled when she said this.

"It's all fried, and if you fry it again, won't it be blown up?"

"It's not that easy to get pasted up." Yu Zheng shook his head and continued, "So it is said to be quick frying, that is, to go through the boiling oil, and to fry the crispy through is a secondary purpose, and the main role is actually to force the oil through the fire!" ”

"The fire is forcing oil?"

Hearing Yu Zheng say such an unfamiliar word, Qin Xiulian frowned, she had never heard such a word, it sounded a bit high-end.

"That's right, when frying this thing, when frying at low oil temperature and medium oil temperature, the fried thing is easy to absorb oil, and it is easy to get tired when there is too much oil, so you have to find a way to force the oil in it out, so you need to use a high fire! Because when the oil temperature is burned to a high oil temperature, the fried things will not absorb the oil, but will spit out the oil that is sucked in, which is called the fire forcing the oil, so that the fried things are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fragrant but not greasy. ”

Hearing her son's detailed explanation, Qin Xiulian, who seemed to have remembered something, nodded a little as such.

"It's no wonder that eating their fried tenderloin in a restaurant is better than that fried at home for the New Year, so that's the case...... But it's too troublesome, and frying wastes oil...... "Sure enough, as Yu Zheng thought before, his mother really had to talk about wasting oil in the end.

But what my mother said was good.

Frying is indeed a waste of oil, and this era is not ten or twenty years later, and oil can be eaten casually.

In these years, there are still many people who want to buy meat with more fat to refine oil.

"Hmph."

Unexpectedly, at this time, Yu Yao snorted disdainfully.

"I'm afraid that the oil will be too much, so I can't fry it directly at high oil temperature, anyway, according to what you said about the fire! I think you're just saying that our mother's cooking is not delicious, you can say that, you can do it after you have the ability! After speaking, he made a grimace at Yu Zheng.

Just now, I was begging myself to ask for White Rabbit toffee, but I didn't expect to choke with myself again in a blink of an eye.

This is my sister.

"Huh."

Yu Zheng glanced at his sister.

"The high oil temperature is almost more than 200 degrees, such a high temperature, the frying time is long, it is easy to fry paste, the frying time is short, it is easy to get trapped, so you can't always use high oil temperature to fry."

As he spoke, Yu Zheng paused slightly, and then as if he had thought of something, he looked at his mother and said seriously.

"Mom, why don't I cook the food at home in the future?"

After finishing speaking, Yu Zheng also glanced at his sister a little provocatively, and Yu Yao also looked at his brother with a surprised expression.

It was completely unexpected.

She just wanted to deliberately fight with her second brother to have fun, because she knew that her two brothers loved her very much, and no matter what she said, they wouldn't be angry with her at all. And her second brother has never cooked, so she said this just to deliberately anger him, but who would have thought that when she said this, the second brother really agreed.

"You cook?"

Even Qin Xiulian looked at her son with a puzzled expression, in her impression, she didn't remember that her second son could cook.

"That's right."

Yu Zheng still smiled faintly and naturally agreed.

It's as if it's a commonplace, a matter of course.