Seeing that Zhang Jun finally admitted that there was a mistake with what he had done before, Chinese medicine doctor Mao smiled proudly, and only heard him say: "Since I was nine years old, I have been learning to do Chinese medicine with my grandfather, and I have a very thorough understanding of the taste of various Chinese medicinal materials. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Jun immediately admired Mao TCM from the bottom of his heart.

No wonder Mao Chinese medicine can taste it at once, the knotted beans he makes are different from the previous ones, it seems that his sense of taste and smell is really not comparable to ordinary young people.

It is said that traditional Chinese medicine is a treasure, and Zhang Jun was quite disdainful of this statement before.

In front of Mao TCM, Zhang Jun really felt that his previous thoughts should be changed, as the saying goes, "medicine is not as good as food", pay attention to the body's recuperation all his life, and at the age of ninety, he can not only chew hard beans, but also accurately distinguish the slight difference between food, which is really not comparable to ordinary people.

Spices, in fact, are also a kind of Chinese herbal medicine.

Most of the Chinese medicinal materials have a strange taste, some are bitter, and some are fragrant.

When chefs choose to mix with food, they often use some fragrant Chinese herbs, such as white cardamom, which can be used as a traditional Chinese medicine to treat diarrhea, and when added to food, it will make the food produce a slightly sour aroma.

This spice is used in salty foods such as pickled raw fish.

The old Chinese medicine doctors have been dealing with spices for so many years, and naturally they know the important medicinal properties and tastes of each flavor well.

Therefore, these old Chinese medicine practitioners are also very demanding in terms of taste.

After Dr. Mao left that day, he didn't come back for several days.

Zhang Jun didn't cut corners when cooking, it was all just a misunderstanding, although all this was clarified, but Zhang Jun was not very happy, he was silent every day.

At first, everyone thought that he was still worried about the suspicion of Mao TCM that day.

But only Zhang Jun himself knows what he is thinking.

Zhang Jun knew that in his life, he would regard chefs as his life's work, so in cooking, he tried his best to pursue excellence.

However, after striving for perfection, after encountering such a hard-core old Chinese medicine doctor, Zhang Jun still knew his gap.

Such a gap made Zhang Jun feel that he should go next.

So on a not-so-busy afternoon, Zhang Jun personally went to find a Mao Chinese medicine doctor.

At that time, Mao had just eaten lunch and was taking a nap on a recliner in the store.

On a small stove at the door, in an earthen casserole, some soup was being stewed, and a strong fragrance was constantly bubbling out of the pot.

Zhang Jun stood in front of the stove and took a deep breath.

He didn't know exactly what was stewed in this pot, but he could smell it through his nose, and it was definitely an excellent delicacy.

Moreover, the combination of this fragrance is very wonderful.

All kinds of spices, in the ingredients, in fact, play more of a complementary role, although some spices are very fragrant, but the taste is carefully tasted, maybe slightly bitter.

Other spices, which may not be very strong, but play a key role in suppressing the bitterness above.

A chef who can match spices in this way must be someone who knows a lot about the ingredients and taste of spices.

An old Chinese medicine practitioner with eighty or ninety years of medical experience soaks in various Chinese medicinal materials every day. Therefore, using these herbs to make a spice that tastes good for the year is not easy to catch.

At this moment, the fragrance in the clay casserole still surrounded Zhang Jun and did not disperse.

Zhang Jun swallowed his saliva and glanced back at Mao Zhongyi, only to see that he was still lying on the recliner, his body was slightly undulating, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

So, Zhang Jun gently picked up the lid of the casserole.

Suddenly, a strong fragrance accompanied by smoke rushed towards him.

I saw that in the pot, there was a pot of white soup tumbling, and the chicken continued to rise from the bottom to the top with the tumbling soup, in addition to the rich spice flavor, a faint coconut fragrance seemed to be spreading.

Scooping the soup with a spoon, Zhang Jun immediately understood.

This pot of soup is stewed with coconut milk and leaf shells, which is the famous coconut chicken in the south.

Coconut chicken, Zhang Jun also tasted it a long time ago, but the taste seems to be too light, only suitable for the taste of southerners, coconut water is cold under the fire, and the chicken will get hot when eaten.

The combination of the two is not a problem at all from a nutritional point of view.

However, the taste is not very edible for the northerners who have a slightly heavier taste.

Therefore, the coconut chicken, which can be seen everywhere on the streets of the south, is not very popular with diners in the north, so the coconut chicken shop was open for a while and then disappeared.

However, the coconut chicken in front of Zhang Jun at this moment tastes extremely fragrant.

Zhang Jun stirred the spoon a few more times, wanting to see what ingredients were inside, but he didn't want to hear the voice of Mao Chinese Medicine behind him:

"You have to taste it to know whether it's good or bad."

As he spoke, Chinese medicine doctor Mao walked over.

I saw him take the spoon from Zhang Jun's hand, and then directly scooped a bowl of soup and handed it to Zhang Jun:

"I have stewed this chicken since the morning, and I guess I can drink it, but the chicken is an old hen, and the meat is estimated to be a little old, so you can drink some soup and eat some coconut meat to make do with it first."

Zhang Jun hurriedly thanked him, and then took the dishes and chopsticks.

It was around two o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was strong outside.

Zhang Jun carefully looked at the bowl of soup, the color was very light, there was no chicken in the soup, but there were pieces of coconut meat. Coconut meat is snow-white, with a thick layer.

Gently pick up a piece of coconut meat, and in the sun, the coconut meat is glowing like jade.

After eating it in one bite, Zhang Jun suddenly felt that the taste was very familiar.

After tasting it carefully, this is the taste of fresh walnuts, with a faint fat aroma, the taste is crisp, slightly sweet, and very chewy.

Zhang Jun had eaten coconut meat before, but it was all processed.

Like this kind of all-natural, Zhang Jun really ate it for the first time, so he ate several pieces in a row, and then took a sip of soup with a bowl.

The soup is boiled in coconut water, which not only contains the aroma of chicken, but also the sweetness of coconut milk.

What's more, there is also a very strong fragrance inside.

Zhang Jun held the bowl and poured it into his mouth, and soon, a large bowl of coconut chicken soup was drunk by him......