Chapter 8 The Deliciousness of Hu Spicy Soup
Before he finished speaking, Zhong Tianzheng had already raised his knife to slash first, and Qian Sanzi drew his knife to resist, the bigger he was, the more frightened he became.
"Although the knife technique is single, the person in front of him is skilled in the knife, and it seems that he may really have misjudged. β
The black-clothed people around took advantage of the fight between the two and left first.
Qian Sanzi's eyes sparkled: "Damn! β
With a flick of his right arm, a burst of lime powder was sprinkled, Zhong Tianzheng hurriedly dodged, and Qian Sanzi took the opportunity to roll and jumped out of the inn and ran away.
"Who? The big cow rushed over with a stool.
"It's okay, I'm gone, go back to sleep, big cow, tighten the door. Zhong Tianzheng said.
Da Niu touched his head.
"Oh. β
The big cow closed the door and went back to sleep.
Zhong Tianzheng sat on the bench with his ass, although he had the upper hand in the fight just now, but his physical strength would definitely not be able to bear it after a long time, fortunately, Qian Sanzi thought that he was a master, and he left directly without a fight, if he found it, he would have it.
Zhong Tianzheng checked that the cooling time of the marrow soup was four days.
It seems that the only way to improve yourself is to wait for the marrow washing soup to be good.
Zhong Tianzheng saw that it was not early, took a hot bath, and went back to the house to sleep.
On the 3rd day, Zhong Tianzheng and Da Niu got up early in the morning, Da Niu cleaned the inn, Zhong Tianzheng cut the ingredients in advance, after all, he still had to work hard to make a profit of 100 gold coins in a week, after all this.
Zhong Tianzheng asked Da Niu to open his doors early.
If you want to earn so much gold, you can't just sell lunch and dinner, breakfast is also a big lucrative point.
Zhong Tianzheng prepared spicy soup and fried dough sticks today.
After the small sign sold early was placed at the door, the laborers who got up early to rush to work passed by, and their stomachs were empty, and they saw that it was a newly opened store.
"Let's go, brother, let's go in and have some food?" asked a Liba.
"Well, eat enough and have the strength to work. β
The three laborers took their seats at the beckoning of the big bull.
"Guest officer, the shop's special Hu spicy soup and fried dough sticks today, can you have some?" said Da Niu enthusiastically.
"What are these two? Have you eaten them?" said Liba, looking at the other two Liba suspiciously.
Both shook their heads.
"Then taste that... Xiao Er, bring us a bowl, what kind of soup is that. β
"Okay, three bowls of spicy soup, you rest first. β
"Three bowls of spicy soup!"
Zhong Tian was at the counter and motioned for Da Niu to go to the back kitchen to serve Hu spicy soup.
Zhong Tianzheng's Hu spicy soup is based on his own innovative approach, and its production is divided into three processes: food processing, gluten cleaning, and soup making.
Wash the pork bones first, chop them into large pieces, add some water to boil, simmer over low heat until the soup is fragrant and the meat is rotten, then remove it. Then remove the large bones, cut the meat into cubes, cut the green onion and ginger, and wash the spinach and cut into sections.
Then it is to wash the gluten, put the flour into the basin, mix the dough with light salt water, dip the dough with your hands to make the dough strong, put it for a few minutes, continue to knead the dough, and then put water to continue to press and knead the dough, and when the color of the water is white, change the water to continue washing, and finally put it into the basin of clean water.
Finally, knead the washed gluten into dices, put it into a hot oil pan and fry it into oil gluten, add bone broth to boil in the pot, add green onions, diced ginger, and then put in the boneless meat, kelp shreds, fried bean skin, peeled peanuts, fried gluten noodles after boiling over high heat, scoop up the remaining gluten, shake it into large flakes with both hands, and measure it into gluten flakes in the pot. Beat the wet starch evenly, slowly put it in the pot, add salt, five-spice powder, and spicy powder to roll evenly, then add spinach and egg skin shreds, and boil to complete.
Da Niu put three bowls of Hu spicy soup in front of the three laborers.
The three of them picked up the soup spoon, spooned each spoon, put it in their mouths and drank it, the entrance felt slightly spicy, and then it was refreshing, and slowly entered the stomach, feeling very comfortable.
"Suck and suck".
The three of them thought it was delicious, and they didn't care about talking, although it was a little hot and hot, but they sucked their mouths and drank directly from the bowl.
"It's so delicious!"
"Yes. β
"I didn't know this before, it's so delicious, I'll drink it next time." β
"Little two, check out. β
"Here, you're done. β
After the three of them were full, they happily came to the counter to pay, and when they went out, they drank and publicized the labor they met at the door.
After hearing the words of the three people, the other laborers were also moved, and after a while, the inn began to come up one after another, Zhong Tianzheng saw that Da Niu was too busy to be busy, so he went to the back kitchen to heat up the spicy soup, and then served the meal together and got busy.
Looking at the fritters again, many guests tried to eat them and found that they were very fragrant.
The two were busy until it was close to noon, and a large pot of spicy soup was all sold, making a lot of money.
"Da Niu, close the door, come back to my hometown with me, you go to the counter to get some money, go hire a car, and then I will take you to load the flour, rice, and oil in the back kitchen. β
"Hey, shopkeeper, listen to you. β
Da Niu went to work, and after everything was done for a short time, the two of them took their things in a carriage and rushed to Zhong Tianzheng's hometown in this world.
The road is rugged and the road is very difficult to walk, Zhong Tianzheng relied on the memory of his body to find his hometown, walked for a few hours, and came to a typical farm yard, Zhong Tianzheng and Da Niu got out of the car, and after Da Niu unloaded and got out of the carriage, let the coachman find a post house nearby to rest, because he had to use his carriage to go back.
Along the way, Zhong Tianzheng saw many food farmers who came out to work, which was different from the image of farmers in Zhong Tianzheng's cognition, these food farmers were well dressed and their bodies looked very strong, and it seemed that the spirit of cooking in this country was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
The entire village is in a hilly and low-lying area, with a population of about 1,000 people, and Zhong Tianzheng found that only his own house was particularly conspicuous.
The family hasn't seen him for a while, especially when he was drugged by the Qian family some time ago, and finally the body was gone, I don't know whether I live or die, and I don't know what I worry about and miss.
"Big brother, come in?" said Da Niu.
Zhong Tianzheng moved his muscles and bones, and the two of them carried rice bags, flour bags, and oil with Da Niu into the small courtyard of the farmhouse.
"Hurry up and look for it again, take Zheng'er home, take it homeγγγγγγ Mother said in a hoarse voice.
While talking and shouting pain, this is a leg injury that has not healed for a long time, and listening to the wheezing so heavy, the leg wound must have been inflamed.
"Father, mother, I'm here to find the eldest brother and take him home. The younger brother said.
The father was uncomfortable and said: "Old woman, don't move, you can't get out of bed until now with your leg injury, and your leg wound is so big, what should I do if I can't cure it!
"My son, so honest and kind, in a wolf-hearted family like the Qian family, he must have been bullied by others, my sonγγγγγγ The mother cried as she spoke.
The younger brother was also very uncomfortable when he heard his mother's crying.
Hearing these words, Zhong Tianzheng's heart was sour and uncomfortable.
He rushed directly to the door and knelt in front of his parents: "Father, mother, the son is not filial, and the son is late." β
The parents and younger brother were shocked, then ecstatic.
Immediately afterwards, his father hugged Zhong Tianzheng and cried loudly: "Son, you are my son!