Lin Miao raised his head and looked at Wumeng, only to see that he had chopped the pork belly into minced pieces.

Wumeng added starch, thin salt, a little peppercorn powder, and peanut flour to the minced meat, and then kneaded these ingredients vigorously by hand.

Next, Umeng sits water in a pot, puts a fire on the stove, and after the fire boils, puts the green peas in the pot.

Lin Miao was a little curious, what was this going to do? Adding peas doesn't look like making soup.

Sure enough, Umeng turned the heat down and let the peas simmer slowly in the pot. Next, he took out some flour and began to knead the dough.

Wumeng's method of kneading dough is particularly domineering, others are kneading and pounding in the basin, but he is volleying and smashing, and the dough constantly hits the cutting board with a snapping sound.

"If I'm not mistaken, Umeng is going to make meatball noodle soup." Lin Miao muttered, and now she finally understood why Wumeng stewed peas in the pot, it must have been to make the taste of bean noodle soup.

The noodles that Wumeng wants to make are fragrant and refreshing, and the chicken he made is just the opposite of his taste, hoping to avoid its edge.

Ignoring Wumeng's progress, Lin Miao hurriedly withdrew his mind and continued to be his own chicken.

Next, what Lin Miao has to do is to boil the broth.

Soup stock is generally divided into three categories: hair soup, milk soup, and clear soup.

As the name suggests, Mao soup is relatively rough and not too fine, and is generally used for ordinary cooking.

Milk soup is richer in taste and whitish in color than hair soup. Like milk. This soup is generally used to stew meat or vegetables and is very useful for coloring.

However, today Lin Miao wants to make the broth. But it's the third type of consommé.

Clear soup is divided into ordinary clear soup and refined clear soup. Both taste very delicious, the difference is that the essence soup is brighter than ordinary clear soup, there are no impurities, and the taste is more mellow.

Lin Miao took an old hen and a piece of lean meat.

First, cut the chicken into a large piece and set aside. Then blanch the two ingredients with boiling water. Then put cold water and bring to a boil. Remove the foam, add the green onion and ginger wine, then reduce the heat to low and keep the soup slightly open. A state in which small broken blisters are constantly tumbling.

When boiling the clear soup. Controlling the heat is crucial. After the heat is too large, it will be boiled into a white milk soup, and if the heat is too small, the fresh fragrance will not be strong.

It didn't take long for the fragrance of the clear soup to come out, attracting the onlookers around to swallow their saliva constantly.

"Lin Miao, is this girl boiling broth? Why is the flavor so strong? ”

"There is nothing special about the selection of ingredients, just the commonly used old hen and lean meat, and the key is that she has a very good grasp of the heat."

"Looks like this little girl still has two brushes."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to challenge the sect leader."

After the stock is fragrant. Lin Miao chopped the chicken that had just been cut and set aside for later use. Soak in green onion, ginger wine and water for a while.

Next, add the minced chicken to the broth and stir over high heat. When the soup is about to boil, switch to low heat and keep the soup boiling. After the turbid suspended matter in the soup is adsorbed by the minced chicken, the minced chicken is removed. This refining process is called 'hanging soup'. The clear soup that has been refined twice is called 'double hanging soup'.

After this treatment, the flavor of the soup stock is more rich and mellow, but it is also more clear.

Then, she boiled the water again, opened the three yellow chickens wrapped in white gauze, dipped them in a pot, and put a piece of crushed ginger and a bowl of rice wine in the water. Soak the chicken in it, bring to a boil over high heat, turn to the lowest heat and simmer for a cup of tea.

Then quickly scoop up the three yellow chickens and put them in cold water to cool through.

When the three yellow chickens are cold and not hot, take out the three yellow chickens from the water, and then tear them into small wisps by hand.

"Is this going to be shredded chicken?" The onlookers couldn't help but guess when they saw Lin Miao tearing the three yellow chickens into small wisps.

"Definitely not, the practice of shredded chicken is not like this, and besides, the shredded chicken is hot in the pan, and the oil is very strong, where is it like her to make this."

As soon as the doorman finished talking about heating the pot, he saw Lin Miao put the pot on the rack, first heat the pot, and then put in sesame oil. The strong scent of sesame oil spreads in an instant.

"It seems that she is also going to heat the pot."

"This practice is really strange, if you need to heat the pan, why do you have to cool the three yellow chickens in cold water just now."

The crowd of onlookers was confused for a while.

Lin Miao slapped a piece of ginger and threw it into the oil pot, only to hear a hissing sound, and the oil pot was jubilant. After frying the ginger cubes in hot oil, they quickly turn golden yellow, and the ginger fragrance is mixed with the taste of sesame oil, which is particularly strong.

As soon as the fragrance was brought out, Lin Miao extinguished the fire and let the hot oil sit for a while to cool down.

Then add Sichuan pepper and dried red pepper, because the oil temperature is already slightly cool, and it will not blanch the pepper and red pepper, but it can just burst the fragrance.

Then, Lin Miao added the boiled refined broth to the oil pot, re-ignited the fire, and simmered slightly over low heat, so that the flavor of all the seasonings and the broth were fully integrated.

"Wow! It smells so good. The onlookers couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Wumeng, who was busy with his work, smelled the fragrance wafting from Lin Miao's side, and couldn't help but be stunned, raised his head, and looked at Lin Miao's side, with a little surprise in his expression.

He didn't expect that Lin Miao, a little girl, could actually make such fragrant dishes.

On the other hand, there was no fragrance at this time, and Wumeng couldn't help but speed up the progress of making zuò.

Lin Miao slightly applied a thin salt to the broth, and then put the chicken that had just been torn by hand into the soup, and the fire was boiling, and after it was boiled, it turned off the heat and let it stand to let the chicken fully absorb the flavor.

"It smells so good!" Lan Yuejiao couldn't help but stretch her neck in the direction of Lin Miao.

When the chicken is added to the broth, the flavor of the meat meets the flavor of the seasoning, and the mouth-watering aroma bursts out.

"Hey, Lin Miao, what kind of chicken are you doing? Is there a name? Guan Yan, who was standing in the crowd, couldn't help but ask.

Lin Miao wiped the sweat from her forehead, smiled and said, "This dish of mine is called pepper chicken." Unlike regular chicken, this dish is not greasy and can be served as either hot or cold, except that the chicken is boiled over high heat after the stock is added to the stock. ”

"So you're a hot dish?"

"Hmm."

"Can we taste it, it's so fragrant." A doorman pleaded.

Lin Miao smiled, then stretched out his hand and pointed at Wumeng, who was still busy, "I have to ask your sect leader, he is the only judge of my dish today, if he is willing to let all of you taste it, I will not have any opinion." ”

The eyes of everyone's hope were cast on Wumeng, who was busy with his work, but no one dared to make such a request to him.

As if feeling everyone's eagerly anticipatory eyes, Umon raised his head from his dish, looked at everyone coldly, and said, "Don't even think about it!" ”

“”

Well, it's delicious, and everyone has to swallow their saliva.

On Umeng's side, the dough has already been kneaded, and at this time, the dough is being pulled into thin threads using the ramen technique.

Then, Umeng stirred and pressed the peas that had been simmering over the fire, stirring and pressing them to rustle. Then, with this bean paste soup, Wumeng kneaded the pork belly puree that had been mixed before into small balls.

As soon as the meatballs are put into the boiling water, they quickly float up, and the aroma of the meatballs is immediately released.

At this time, the water is boiled over the Wumeng fire, and then the noodles that have just been pulled are put into the meatball bean soup, after several boiling, the complexion is transparent, he puts the bowl out of the pot, adds various seasonings, and a good meatball bean soup is ready.

"That's it! My noodles are ready, too. ”

Lin Miao's pepper sesame chicken and Wumeng's meatball bean noodle soup were all placed on the table in the middle of the square.

The two of them also sat on opposite sides of the table.

"Please." Wumeng raised his hand and motioned for Lin Miao to taste the noodles he made.

"You please, too." Lin Miao also motioned for Wumeng to try the pepper chicken she made.

Lin Miao picked up a mouthful of noodles, and first looked at the color, which was transparent and bright, and the luster was translucent, which was very good. Lin Miao nodded, opened his mouth and put the noodles in his mouth.

As soon as he entered, the elastic and slippery tendons on the surface made Lin Miao's eyes widen unconsciously, "Wow!" It's so delicious, it's not only chewy, but also has a rich meaty aroma, which is really addictive. ”

Wumeng was not in a hurry to taste Lin Miao's pepper chicken, but kept smiling and watching Lin Miao eat the noodles he made. At this time, hearing Lin Miao's praise, he nodded contentedly.

However, then he frowned again, Lin Miao's evaluation made him not very satisfied, and the words of praise he wanted to hear did not come out of her mouth.

So, Wumeng picked up a small bowl and divided a small portion from Lin Miao's bowl, he wanted to taste it himself, and then taught Lin Miao how to evaluate a person's noodles appropriately.

Lin Miao's eyes widened and he watched Wumeng's movements incredulously. What's going on? He actually took a bite of noodles from the bowl he had eaten and put noodles outside? That's too little attention to his own identity, right?

Wumeng didn't care about this, he picked up a mouthful of noodles, put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and then nodded with satisfaction, "This chewiness is not something that ordinary noodles can have, smooth and elastic, soft and tendony, the meat flavor is thick but not greasy, the bean soup is thick but not heavy, the taste of the three is integrated, and each has clear layers, wonderful!" ”

Wumeng shook his head and complimented, which made Lin Miao's face twitch.

Do you boast about yourself like that? It's too shameful.

After Wumeng finished eating a bite of noodles, he pushed the bowl aside and carefully looked at Lin Miao's pepper chicken.

"What do you say you're calling this dish?" Umeng asked with a frown.

"Pepper chicken."

"Tut-tut." Umeng shook his head, but didn't say much.

He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a mouthful of shredded chicken, and leaned on the edge of the plate to drain the excess oil soup before putting it in his mouth.

As soon as he chewed on it, Umon was stunned. (To be continued......)