After Du Yun made the snacks to be used in the next few days, the eldest brother would bring them with her next time he returned to the county, so she didn't have to worry about it, so she simply studied the dishes to be sold in Xia Yuan in the future. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Du Yun picked a lot of vegetables from her home, plus the meat left in the storage compartment, which was enough to make a hearty meal. But Du Yun is not ready to make it directly, if she makes a good meal at once, her grandmother will have to eat herself, just cook it slowly.

Braised pork, spicy fragrant pot, pan-fried beef cubes, squirrel osmanthus fish have all been made in the Emperor, and the taste is not difficult to make, there is no problem, but if you want to open a restaurant, you can't just have a few main dishes, and there are no other dishes, right?

Du Yun hadn't actually eaten much food, and she really couldn't figure out what to do just by thinking about it out of thin air, so she began to think back to the dishes in the table she ate yesterday...... Hey, chicken!

Chicken is a good thing, the aroma is fragrant and cheaper than pork, whether it is grilled and stewed or fried, it is very delicious.

"Well, what might you like to do? There seems to be nothing that can be done! "There is no ready-made raw chicken at home, only a roast chicken sent by Xiao Yi yesterday, a chicken that Du Yin likes very much, and twenty-five chicks that I just bought.

Chickens basically don't have to think about it, chickens are too cruel to kill, and if you roast chickens...... Thinking that the roast chicken only has a salty taste, Du Yun has no desire to reprocess, so she simply took out some pork and thought about the dish.

"When you go back, you must collect ten or eight chickens back, and kill them for later use." Du Yun gritted his teeth and said, although he is very good at killing zombies, he still doesn't want to kill chickens.

There is no chicken, Du Yun's enthusiasm for cooking has not diminished, so it's better to go back to the meat that you already have, pork!

Du Yun picked out a piece of pure lean tenderloin from the storage compartment, and saw that there was still oil left over from yesterday's croquettes on the side of the stove, so he wanted to make a fried dish.

"Soft-fried tenderloin!" This word first appeared in Du Yun's mind, and then he couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Du Yun once tasted this dish in a restaurant in 3016, which was the hotel she went to treat herself when she received the first manuscript fee for writing a novel.

Du Yun can't remember any other details, but she only remembers that she was holding a bowl of fragrant and soft white rice, facing the golden fried tenderloin in front of her, when she was satisfied, of course, there was the price she paid for it, and she could only eat nutritious steamed buns for a month.

The aroma of softly fried tenderloin seemed to linger in his nose, Du Yun exhaled lightly, and cut the tenderloin in his hand into small strips one inch long and the thickness of his fingers.

The pale pink strips of meat are cut out and placed neatly in one place, which looks pink and tender and slightly transparent, which is very beautiful. When Du Yun cut the pork into strips, she chose the direction of cutting off the texture of the meat, and the soft fried loin made in this way will be easier to taste and bite.

Put the tenderloin in a small basin, put the green onion and ginger slices, salt and other seasonings, then knock an egg, put half an egg white in it, and pour a little sesame oil. After grasping the flavored tenderloin with his hands, putting it aside to taste it, Du Yun began to make a soft fried paste.

Speaking of soft fried paste, Du Yun actually didn't specialize in learning, because of the deliciousness of the soft fried tenderloin before, the information that he had searched on the sky net became an important reference for Du Yun at the moment.

Beat the remaining half of the eggs into the bowl, pour in a small half bowl of flour, and then use chopsticks to stir carefully into a ball, and then add warm water to it and open it into a paste, which becomes Du Yun's exclusive soft fried paste.

Burn the fire, brush the pot, pour the oil...... Du Yun's movements were done in one go, and after a while the oil temperature rose, Du Yun began to pick up the tenderloin one by one and dip it in soft fried paste, and then throw it into the oil pan to fry.

As soon as the soft fried paste containing flour and eggs is put into the oil pan, it immediately expands and hardens, but in an instant, it has already solidified into the shape of small sticks, which are chubby and look very cute.

Just a certain type of soft fried tenderloin, with a faint milky white, before they could become golden, Du Yun quickly fished it out of the pot.

The aroma also slowly spread with Du Yun's movements, and Du Yin, who was originally hiding in the house to watch the chicks, was attracted by this fragrance.

"Sister, what are you doing to eat?" Du Yin looked at the slightly yellow finger-sized food next to the oil pot, and looked yearning.

"It's a soft-fried tenderloin, it's not cooked yet, you wait first." With the help of mental power, Du Yun has a very accurate grasp of oil temperature and food maturity. At this time, it is fished out first, and the choice is when the epidermis is set and the meat inside is not yet ripe.

Because of the continuous pouring of new tenderloin into the pot, the oil temperature in the whole pot cannot rise very high, if you keep putting the tenderloin in the pot, when the tenderloin is cooked, the skin has been fried and the taste is not good.

"Good!" Du Yin nodded obediently, stood behind Du Yun with her fingers, looked at her sister's busy figure, smelled the fragrance in the air, and inhaled deeply.

When Du Yun fried all the tenderloin and burned the oil again, he poured the tenderloin into the oil pan again and fried it.

Because of the high oil temperature, the skin of these soft-fried tenderloins quickly turns golden brown and the inner tenderloin quickly cooks through.

"What's this for? Fried oily fruit? Why is it so fragrant! Grandma Du Yun told a few old sisters about collecting vegetables, and when she returned home, she smelled the smell of incense, and when she entered the house, Du Yun was scooping out the oil fruit from the oil pot.

"Milk, the new dish I learned is called soft fried tenderloin, how about you taste it!" Du Yun smiled and brought a small plate of soft-fried tenderloin to her grandmother and let her taste it.

Du Yin naturally also had a small plate, and she was holding the soft fried tenderloin that had just come out of the pot, smiling so much that she couldn't see her teeth.

Du Yun also reached out and pinched a piece of soft fried tenderloin and put it in her mouth, the crispy skin on the outside and the soft meat on the inside, two different textures with just the right seasoning, this feeling is really wonderful.

"Well, it's delicious!" Du Yin loves this dish very much, loves to eat and is afraid of being hot, so she blows the plate with her small mouth vigorously, and when it is cold, she quickly takes one and stuffs it into her mouth.

"Well, it's just too much fuel." Grandma Du Yun was also conquered by this taste, but after many years of thrift, she developed a habit, which made her subconsciously feel that it was too wasteful to eat good things.

"It's delicious, the conditions of our family will be good in the future, and I'm not afraid of oil!" Du Yun looked at her grandmother who wanted to smile and put on a straight face, and she didn't say anything, and said happily.

A loin was fried into a large pot of soft-fried tenderloin, and the result was still very good, Du Yun smiled and decided to include this soft-fried tenderloin in Xia Yuan's recipe.

Naturally, this delicious dish was unanimously sought after by the Du family at night, and Rao was Du Yun made a large pot of soft fried tenderloin, and after a meal, there was not even one left. (To be continued.) )