129. Chapter 129 Nana: Xie Zhiyao is really good (seeking Yue)
129. Chapter 129 Nana: Xie Zhiyao is really good (please vote for me and recommend me)
Author: Lao Tuo
Chapter 129 Nana: Xie Zhiyao is really good (please vote for me and recommend me)
There was a sound of water as Zhang Wentao washed the plump duck legs.
Xie Liang was painting gourds and ladles beside him, and while washing them, he asked: "Chef, why are these duck legs different from what we usually see?"
"This is a mule duck, which is a mixture of BJ duck and Muscovy duck. The meat of this duck is very large and fat." Zhang Wentao explained expressionlessly while holding the duck leg.
Seeing that the duck meat was almost done, he said: "This confit duck needs to be divided into two parts. The first is pickling, and the second is cooking in duck fat."
As he spoke, he had dried the duck meat with kitchen paper, brought a special iron basin for the kitchen, and added the salt, black peppercorns, Xie Liang's cut thyme leaves, and crushed bay leaves.
Put it inside and mix well.
Find an iron tray, put the meaty part of the duck leg upward, sprinkle salt evenly on one duck leg, and use gloved hands to keep applying the salt to the duck leg.
"Did you see it?" Zhang Wentao lowered his head and asked after finishing painting.
"I see, chef. Every piece of duck meat must be filled with salt, right?" Xie Liang nodded.
"Then why are you standing there in a daze? I'll leave the remaining three to you and I'll check them later." After saying that, Zhang Wentao turned around and left the processing table, leaving the rest of the work to Xie Liang, the handyman.
When he came to the stove where Shi Tiandong was, he saw that the other party was preparing to cut duck gizzards, duck liver, and duck intestines, and then looked at the stewed duck soup and asked: "Are you sure, the duck blood made from this thing?"
Is the vermicelli soup delicious?”
"Here, let's try it. We usually use duck soup from Cherry Valley duck and saltwater duck. Your duck is a bit fishy, but don't worry about the duck blood. Just eat it without worry."
Shi Tiandong sliced the ingredients carefully and said without raising his head.
"Oh, that's okay." Zhang Wentao heard this and nodded.
"What, you want to learn?" Shi Tiandong stopped and looked at Zhang Wentao, with a little bit of mischief in his eyes.
Zhang Wentao ignored him, nodded and said, "Well, I'm thinking about making breakfast. It should taste good."
"Then just wait. This soup won't be used until tomorrow at least. It's just a sip today." Shi Tiandong waved his hand and sent Zhang Wentao away. After simmering this pot of soup for 4 hours, it will continue to simmer tomorrow and more will be added.
A little bit of duck rack…
Zhang Wentao, who returned to Xie Liang, looked at Xie Liang's concentration and nodded. After he had finished processing the duck legs, he said: "Bring another iron plate over and pour half of the remaining salt into it."
Spread evenly, meat side down, and then pour the remaining salt on top."
"When you're done, wrap it in plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator. The rest will have to wait until tomorrow."
"Well, okay, chef." Xie Liang nodded, and the movements of his hands sped up a lot.
After he finished everything, Zhang Wentao checked that everything was correct and asked: "Who did you buy your potatoes from?"
During lunch, the purchase list that Sun Xiaowei brought contained very little potatoes. And observing the inventory is the most common thing for kitchen managers.
After looking at the list, he estimated the goods in the warehouse, and combined with the amount of cutting that Xie Liang did when he practiced knife skills today, he could tell that the potatoes that this young man used to practice were bought with his own money.
"I got it from Uncle Achang's house." Xie Liang lowered his head and said.
"Have you given money?"
"Give it."
Zhang Wentao really looked at Xie Liang, and after realizing that the other party was not lying, he said: "From now on, you can go directly to the warehouse to get this kind of stuff, and you don't have to spend money yourself. It's just a small salary for a month, so you can save some money."
Xie Dianming nodded, feeling warm in his heart.
However, thinking about the situation at Uncle Achang's house, he thought for a while and said: "Chef, please ask, can our potatoes be bought separately?"
After he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Wentao's face drooping again, and his head that had just been raised lowered again.
Seeing his appearance, Zhang Wentao sighed and said, "I have seen the Uncle Achang you mentioned. He has white hair. What is his lover's name? Aunt Feng, right?"
Seeing Xie Liangming nodding, he continued: "Then have you ever thought about how many potatoes our restaurant uses every day and how many potatoes your Uncle Achang's family collects?"
"How far is the ancient town from the village? Have you ever thought about whether the amount you ordered from the restaurant is enough to pay for the gas for a trip?"
After hearing this, Xie Liang looked up at Zhang Wentao and shook his head.
"So, you may have good intentions and want to help him, yes. But do you think it's appropriate for him to come all the way here just for those potatoes that he may not even be able to earn back the gas money?"
"Okay, you can continue working."
"I know, chef."
…
Damai came to the tavern to pick Nana home every day, which had a great influence on Nana. Counting Xu Hongdou, the three of them faced the sunset together and walked on the country road surrounded by yellow rapeseed fields.
The three of them were talking and laughing, as if they had endless things to say.
Either we talk about interesting things in the restaurant, or we talk about various gossips we just saw on the Internet, and then we talk about things that interest us.
Speaking of Xie Zhiyao's father, Nana thought for a moment, then turned to Xu Hongdou and said: "Hongdou, based on what I know about Mr. Xie's father, he will definitely come to you and ask questions. You'd better be early
prepare for."
Xu Hongdou said "hmm", fixed her hair that was messed up by the breeze, looked at Cangshan Mountain in the distance, and said with a smile:
"It's not as scary as you said. Besides, I am a volunteer here with Xie Zhiyao."
"Hey, it would be easy if you were really a volunteer."
Nana looked at Xu Hongdou.
Damai frowned and said, "Isn't Sister Hongdou a volunteer? It was agreed upon at the beginning."
Nana looked at Damai, then at Xu Hongdou, gritted her teeth, and said seriously: "Mr.
But when you two came over and he saw Hongdou, he immediately laughed."
"Hongdou, can you understand what I mean?"
Xu Hongdou nodded: "Well, if I were him and had a volunteer like this to help me, without any salary and only three meals, I would be able to wake up from my dream with a smile."
Nana was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect Xu Hongdou to use such words to avoid the questions she asked, and said bluntly: "Hongdou, actually I still think Xie Zhiyao is a better person. Although Zhang Wentao can't be considered bad, but
Do you really not want to consider it?"
Damai's heart was in his throat when he heard Nana being so frank.
In the small courtyard, Nana, Ma Ye, and Hu Youyu have lived in the small courtyard for the longest time. And Nana, because she works in the small courtyard, has a very good relationship with Xie Zhiyao, Xie Xiaochun, and Xie Xiaoxia
.
And precisely because of work, I actually haven’t had much contact with Zhang Wentao in the past month or so.
She goes to bed very early every day and has no idea what happened last night.
Now that she stood up to speak for Xie Zhiyao, Damai suddenly felt a little embarrassed, because both Nana and Zhang Wentao were friends to her.
If there is a conflict between friends, she really doesn't know what to do.
During the short thinking process, Damai suddenly thought of Hu Youyu. If he were here, he would definitely be able to resolve the crisis at hand.
But this damn guy, who usually haunts me, has gone somewhere now.
…
Xizhou.
Hu Youyu, who was riding a scooter to take Zhang Mingyu back to the B&B in the ancient town, faced the wind, grinned and asked loudly: "Mr. Zhang, am I right? Xizhou daddy tastes quite delicious."
Zhang Mingyu: "Well, indeed. I think I prefer the sweet one. By the way, what did Zhang Wentao taste last time?"
"He, he eats the same thing, he doesn't understand."
After Hu Youyu shouted loudly, he suddenly sneezed...