When Su Qingfeng saw his uncle's expression, he knew what he was thinking.

Relying on his height one line higher than his uncle, he stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "Didn't you say to look at the sea fish?" Let's go, I'm going to buy a few more today. Uncle, what do you want to eat? ”

Bai Haoran is also a big heart, when he heard this, he immediately put aside the sorrow just now, and began to ponder about it instead, as if he had thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "I want to eat grilled dried shrimp!" ”

Bai Haoyu followed behind them, unhurried, hanging behind them not far or close, and when he saw Bai Haoran like this, he shook his head a little funny.

The boss is like this, and I don't know if it's really stupid or fake......

But......

When Bai Haoyu thought of the golden color, crispy shell, and crunchy dried grilled shrimp in his mouth, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

It seems that after a little aftertaste, you can think of the slightly salty taste of the shrimp and the crispy smell that surrounds the tip of the nose.

Thinking like this, Bai Haoyu couldn't help but speed up the pace of progress.

Along the way, I also met many people on the farm.

Su Qingfeng was a little surprised, "Uncle, do we have so much seafood here?" So many people on the farm go to buy it, and they can all buy it? ”

Bai Haoyu rarely saw Su Qingfeng show such a look, and couldn't help laughing, "You don't know this, right?" Our farm goes east, there is a sea, and many people in the small fishing village rely on the sea to eat the sea, and the seafood that cannot be sold usually will sometimes be pulled here. Don't look at our farm, but ......"

Bai Haoyu said "hehe" twice, and winked at Su Qingfeng, "There are a lot of people on our farm." Even if everyone buys half a catty of shrimp, every household can digest a lot of seafood. ”

Su Qingfeng nodded understandingly, at this time, many later generations sold high-priced seafood, not much before, especially at the seaside, there is no shortage of some small seafood to eat, and people with conditions, in the case of seafood and meat, will also choose to spend some money to eat meat, instead of eating seafood.

But when Su Qingfeng came to the stall selling seafood in private, and saw the big yellow croaker weighing three cents and five pounds, he couldn't help but be a little shocked.

This is put in the coastal zone of the previous life, the three-pound large yellow croaker, a pound can be sold for a high price of 2900, the large yellow croaker is because of the small number, as a migratory fish, the growth rate is slow, known as a luxury in the ocean.

As a result, it is now lying in front of Su Qingfeng with such a loud horn, and its value is - three cents and five pounds.

Su Qingfeng fell into an eerie silence.

it!

What's the difference between this and picking it up for nothing!

As a chef, he couldn't control himself from brushing and brushing the ground to wrap these big yellow croaker, and quickly paid for it with the speed of his hand that could almost see the afterimage.

After paying the money, he felt the eyes of the people around him in hindsight.

Not to mention someone else, even Bai Haoyu's eyebrows were slightly raised, as if he was a little funny, "Big nephew, do you like big yellow croaker?" ”

It's one thing to like it or not.

Whether to buy or not is another matter.

Thinking of its high price in his previous life, Su Qingfeng always felt that if he didn't wrap up these pure natural and pollution-free big yellow croakers today, he would simply be blind with the money.

The flowers, the province of the province!

For example, the big yellow croaker at the moment should be flowered.

But Su Qingfeng thought about it and didn't explain so much, but instead showed a bright smile and said in a good mood, "Hmm! Uncle, second uncle, let's pick up some more things, and when we go back, I will let you see my craft. ”

Su Qingfeng's craftsmanship has been seen by many people on the farm.

Among them, such as Uncle Xiang, who helped repair the roof, and those who had tasted Su Qingfeng's craftsmanship, none of them came out to refute it.

Subsequently, under the warm greeting of a group of uncles and aunts, Su Qingfeng picked out some dried scallops, white shrimp and abalone, and walked slowly.

When he was halfway there, Uncle Xiang didn't know where to come from, and he smiled in front of Su Qingfeng and his party, as if he was showing off, and shook the string of pork belly in his hand that was one and a half pounds and a half.

If it had been placed before, Bai Haoran would definitely swallow his saliva silently.

But that's no longer the case.

Although his nephew didn't come before, he sent so many packages, and he could occasionally get a little meat at home, but he was used to living a hard life, and he always wanted to save.

After Su Qingfeng came, he had a few more meals of big fish and meat, and even dumplings and white bread were eaten.

Now when I see this piece of pork belly at first glance, although I am a little surprised, it is not so much that it will not be a.

Bai Haoyu seemed to think of something, and Su Qingfeng glanced at each other, and they both saw a smile in each other's eyes, and then, Bai Haoyu coughed and pretended to speak, "Uncle Xiang, what do you mean by this?" ”

Uncle Xiang smiled, "What's that...... Qingfeng, you are good at craft, or ...... Let's pair up? I'll take out this pound and a half of pork belly, plus the fine grain of three people, and bring me and two apprentices over for dinner, okay? ”

A pound and a half of pork belly...... That's a lot of money.

But Uncle Xiang is not a complete loss.

Su Qingfeng derives not only seasonings and spices, but also various ingredients.

Moreover, Uncle Xiang and his two apprentices are also three big men, and if they really want to eat with an open stomach, one and a half catties of pork belly are nothing at all.

Su Qingfeng looked at the pork belly, and basically thought about it, when the time comes, this pork belly will be used to make braised pork.

In the braised pork, plus the newly bought abalone, and a few tiger skin eggs, this raw material is put down, and the belly is round that the whole family can eat.

He thought about it, looked at Uncle Xiang, nodded, and responded happily, "Nacheng, the dish will be ready in a while, I'll ask my uncle to call you." ”

Bai Haoran muttered, "Why just call me, not the second child." ”

Bai Haoyu narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything.

When Uncle Xiang left, he dragged the boss forward, and Su Qingfeng vaguely heard Bai Haoran's plea.

……

The stove room of the Bai family.

Lao Bai's family is a family that loves cleanliness.

Even in a place with a strong smell of oil smoke such as the stove, it is clean every day, and there is no ash and oil smoke on the stove.

When Su Qingfeng used it, he felt comfortable and anxious.

At the moment, he is preparing a deluxe version of abalone and tiger skin egg braised pork.

The process of making tiger eggs is actually very simple.

Su Qingfeng thought about it, took five eggs, then put them in a pot under cold water, cooked them normally, then peeled them in cold water, and when they were peeled, they put in soy sauce, and then added them to the oil pot, and after frying, the surface of the eggs would appear in the shape of a tiger skin.

This is probably the process of making tiger skin eggs.

The next step is the old step of making braised pork, which is nothing more than the process of processing abalone, and Su Qingfeng can be said to be handy for this piece of braised pork.

For him, braised pork is not only a signature dish, but also a career advancement point, and a memory of his past life.

Bai Yue didn't know when he came over.

In the past, when he was cooking at home, he didn't mix it up.

Because he knows that he doesn't have the right to interfere, sometimes he wants to help, but more often than not, he is doing the wrong thing, and every time his wife looks back, he will be half angry with him, and finally have to help him continue to clean up the mess.

Over time, Bai Yue discovered the secret of his kitchen killer, and he stopped thinking about entering the kitchen.

There are some things that I really don't have talent for, and I really can't touch them.

But when Su Qingfeng was making braised pork today, maybe the eldest grandson's movements were too smooth, and when he was cooking, it was as if he had a furrow in his chest, adding salt and water, and adding all kinds of ingredients, it was all at his fingertips.

For Bai Yue, who is a kitchen killer but has a strong interest in the kitchen, it is simply not too attractive.

He stood by and watched for a while, frowning and thinking for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "Qingfeng, is this what is it...... The big mess in the Northeast! ”

When Su Qingfeng heard this messy stew, he knew that grandpa was a real outsider.

He immediately explained with a smile, "Grandpa, let me tell you, don't look at so many people who say that the Northeast is stewed or something, in fact, this stew is not a real stew at all!" ”

This bunch of words that went around and around successfully made Bai Yue confused.

What is this?

"If you go out and see if there's a dish on the little blackboard, you won't see at all. Besides, this stew also has to be particular, if it is really stewed indiscriminately, when the time comes, the ingredients will be wasted. ”

Bai Yue became curious, "What should be the name of that messy stew?" ”

Grandpa is really a perfect compliment.

Such a thought flashed through Su Qingfeng's mind, and then he replied with a smile, "It's like 'iron pot stew', 'big harvest', and 'one pot out', these are all messy stews." ”

"There are also the classic Eight Great Stews, chicken stewed mushrooms, pork stewed vermicelli, catfish stewed eggplant, and potato stewed beef, which are all in the Eight Great Stews."

This frame, this small mouth, and this noun made Bai Yue stunned, and he wanted to drool just by listening to the name.

Especially the chicken stew with mushrooms, which is the first of the eight stews, is rumored to have the title of "Uncle enters the door, and the chicken breaks the soul".

Bai Yue was interested, squeezed Hu Ping away, and didn't care that the latter was so angry that he frowned, pulled a small bench, held a small fan, and fanned the wind in front of the stove.

As soon as the wind was blowing, the sparks in the stove occasionally burst out, and Bai Yue didn't care, but was full of interest, discussing things with Su Qingfeng that were stewed.

Just as he spoke, Bai Yue sensed that something was wrong.

What smells so good?!

He looked up suddenly, and saw Su Qingfeng opening the cauldron, and the soup inside was bubbling, which looked beautiful.

Su Qingfeng saw that it was getting dark outside, counted the dried scallops and large yellow croaker in the bag, and prepared to steam one later, one scallion oil, and two quick dishes, which were basically the same.

When the braised pork came out of the pot, this time there was no need for Su Qingfeng to call, Uncle Xiang and his two apprentices had already appeared at home.

When he saw Bai Yue and Su Qingfeng looking over, Uncle Xiang was still a little embarrassed.

said that when it was time to eat, Su Qingfeng would come to call someone, but now that he was running over, it seemed that he couldn't wait.

But......

Uncle Xiang stood in the earthen house and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale the salty and sweet aroma in the air, and the cheeks on his cheeks subconsciously began to pantothenic, and the salivary glands began to secrete saliva.

Face is worth a few dollars!

Eat what you put in your mouth, that's the real thing!

When the braised pork in the kitchen was served, Uncle Xiang suddenly felt that his choice was wrong!

Su Qingfeng hadn't finished cooking yet, and out of the courtesy of being guests, they couldn't just serve one dish and start eating.

What's more, Su Qingfeng, a junior like him, is still busy in the kitchen.

But just looking at it and not eating it, just smelling it like this, for Uncle Xiang and his two apprentices, it was simply a sweet torture.

Fortunately, Su Qingfeng was quick with his hands and feet, and after bringing all the dishes to the table, a group of people sat down lively, ready to eat.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Xiang was quite polite this time and brought a bottle of sorghum wine brewed by himself.

Bai Yue didn't like to drink this stuff before, and felt that heartburn was easy to have accidents, but after staying in this place for a long time, some habits have changed.

Occasionally, when I feel depressed, it becomes something I dare not think about when I come to such a cup.

After opening the wine, Bai Yue asked Su Qingfeng, "Qingfeng, have a drink?" ”

Su Qingfeng hesitated for a moment, but still handed over the bowl.

There is a physique bonus horizontally and vertically, and it is not drunk.

This time, in addition to tiger skin eggs, there are also abalone.

Traditional Chinese medicine believes that it can nourish the blood and soften the liver, nourish the yin and benefit the essence, clear the heat and brighten the eyes, and the paralysis and circulation, and it is particularly delicious and delicious when it is used in the soup, rich in protein, fat and many other nutrients.

Hu Ping didn't like to eat this stuff before.

I just think that although this texture is chewy and similar to meat, I always feel strange when I think that this is not meat.

But I didn't expect that when the abalone was put into the braised pork and the sauce was poured on the surface, it would become so delicious.

She only felt that so many opportunities had been wasted before.

But after thinking about it, the abalone can be made so delicious, and the flower knife is also neatly changed, in addition to the fact that the person who cooks the food is Su Qingfeng, but also because Su Qingfeng also put a lot of seasonings.

These seasonings add up over time, which is also a lot of money.

And the oil, the meat, is not something that ordinary people can get at all.

Thinking of this, Hu Ping glanced at Su Qingfeng.

This eldest grandson usually smiles, but now that he has drunk, it looks a little more real.

Hu Ping didn't believe this kid, he didn't suffer a little.

But he never said that. (End of chapter)