Ye Qingyun looked at the cook.
The cook also looked at Ye Qingyun.
The two stared at each other.
They can all feel each other's doubts.
The cook is wondering, what is blanching?
Ye Qingyun was wondering, does this cook not even know how to blanch water?
"You don't know how to blanch water?"
"Uh, sir, forgive me, I don't know what blanching is."
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All right!
Ye Qingyun didn't blame him either.
After all, the advanced cooking skills of blanching are too high-end for the cooks in this world.
It’s not surprising if I don’t understand.
"For blanching, you actually put the washed and cut meat into the pot, and then pour water into it."
"Not too much water, not too little, just enough to cover the meat."
"Then add some green onion and ginger, and pour some wine into it."
"Turn on high heat until the water boils and the meat is cooked."
Ye Qingyun patiently guided.
He did not hesitate to teach the cook his special skills of blanching water.
The cook was stunned for a moment after hearing this.
It turns out that this is blanching.
It's really profound.
Although I still don’t quite understand the secrets involved, since it’s the Tutor’s request, I can just do it myself.
Ever since.
The fat cook, according to Ye Qingyun, began to blanch the sliced ​​pork belly.
Put the meat into the pot, then pour in water, then add onions, ginger and wine.
"Master, do you think this is the case?"
"Yeah, let's light the fire."
"yes!"
The fat cook looked delighted, as if he felt that his performance satisfied Ye Qingyun.
Can be recognized by a big shot.
For a humble cook, this is quite an honor.
The other two cooks were envious.
They also wanted to say a few words to Ye Qingyun, and even more wanted to get Ye Qingyun's praise.
It's a pity that there is no such opportunity.
I didn't dare to come forward rashly and join in the conversation.
After blanching the pork belly.
The next step is Ye Qingyun's own business.
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There is no harm in teaching others something as trivial as blanching water.
But the real core secret of braised pork cannot be easily passed on to others.
Until now, only Guo Xiaoyun has obtained the true inheritance of Ye Qingyun's cooking skills.
What he made was 60 to 70% as good as Ye Qingyun.
"Peel the garlic for me, the more the better, and then mash it into a paste."
"Yes Yes Yes!"
The three cooks got busy together and started peeling and pounding garlic for Ye Qingyun.
Ye Qingyun worked on the stove for a while.
Then put the lid on the pot.
"Your Highness, we have to wait patiently for an hour."
Ye Qingyun said to Li Yuanxiu.
"It doesn't matter, the dishes prepared by the master are worth waiting for."
Li Yuanxiu smiled.
Ye Qingyun looked at the three cooks.
"Help me watch and light the fire. Remember that the fire must be small, never big."
"Call me again in an hour."
The three cooks nodded repeatedly.
"Little people remember."
Ye Qingyun and Li Yuanxiu left the kitchen first.
The wait for this hour also seemed quite long.
Especially for Li Yuanxiu.
He was actually very hungry.
But because Ye Qingyun cooked the food himself, it was not easy for him to eat other things.
All we can do is wait with Ye Qingyun.
Although Ye Qingyun was also a little hungry, he knew that the braised pork should not be rushed and must be simmered slowly.
The braised pork stewed in this way becomes even more delicious.
Don’t be afraid of being late for a good meal.
I'm afraid of impatient people.
As soon as the hour came, the fat cook came.
"His Royal Highness, Master Taifu, it has been an hour."
"good!"
Ye Qingyun stood up and left.
Li Yuanxiu also hurriedly followed.
Came to the kitchen again.
Li Yuanxiu smelled a faint aroma.
He couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Suddenly his eyes lit up.
"smell good!"
Li Yuanxiu suddenly felt like his mouth was drooling.
My stomach growled even more.
Ye Qingyun came to the stove and opened the lid of the pot.
To be continued...