No matter who it is, they know that the porridge must be made of rice. Although there may be eight treasures of fruits, meat, vegetables, etc., the rice must be produced in water and boiled.

But now the people in Huifeng Tower are busy packing fresh fish. Although it is the mid-nine winter, you can also catch fresh fish by digging ice in the Yongding River around the capital. Although it is not as delicious as other seasons, it has a unique flavor.

Mr. Fang was watching there, but he was still so good at looking at his age. He was cooking porridge outside but cleaning up fish. This abnormal behavior made him very interested.

To be honest, Bao Wen's craftsmanship is still quite different from the chefs in the other restaurants present, but his basic skills are extremely solid.

In the top-grade kitchens in Europe, although everything is made of bloody things, there are all kinds of knives and stoves, which is not an exaggeration at this time. Now, in the kitchens in Europe and the United States, even tweezers that pull out the fibrous roots for strawberries are specially prepared.

China is different. No matter how beautiful the product is, the chef usually has a black iron kitchen knife in his hand. He relies on this knife to cut. Bao Wen’s basic skills are also good at the knife. The helper next to him has already peeled the fish off, and the treatment is probably about the same.

Bao Wen used a knife to remove the scales of the fish that had already been removed from the head and tail. He turned the knife in his hand and removed the big thorn. Then the guy next to him had soaked the treated fish with the juice from ginger, and then some people began to cut the scallion and garlic slices.

This behavior was not only the old diners inside, but also the chefs who were busy there were also looking at each other frequently. Mr. Fang, who was sitting in the wooden house, could not bear the curiosity, lifted the curtain and walked out. The servant next to him was startled and quickly took a thick cloak and slapped the old man to avoid causing a cold wind.

Although Master Liu Zhili did not go out there, he also asked Chen Gou'er curiously and said:

"Eunuch Chen, do you know what Huifenglou is doing? Could it be that it is made of the fish for porridge, and that is fish soup? Isn't it a violation?"

In the palace of the Ming Dynasty, although Shangshenjian was responsible for the diet of the emperor and the concubines in the harem, the eunuchs often arranged food for the emperor and bought it well. Therefore, at this time, the imperial kitchen was not only a place in the capital, but also learned from the strengths of many families.

Chen Gou'er's knowledge is naturally very broad. After hearing Count Liu's question, he shook his head and said:

"This is really novel. If you say you are making fish, it is not new. If you are making porridge, you really don't know how to do it. If you are saying you remember it wrong, it is even more impossible."

Fang Zitai had already walked over there. The chopped green onion, ginger and garlic in the air was extremely refreshing, and the fishy smell of cleaning up the fish was very light. Huifenglou specially followed a few guys to deal with the garbage. After watching the other restaurants for a while, he also learned it.

So now, although dozens of stoves and cutting boards are busy, the smell and scene are quite clean. After Mr. Fang walked over, he was about to ask why you didn’t use rice to make porridge here. Suddenly, a scent of cooked rice was smelled from his nose. Following the source, a casserole was stewed on a small round stove.

It turned out that he was also making porridge, so the fish was either cheap or expensive. Old Mr. Fang didn't ask much, and walked back straight back and sat in a depressed position. The two people next to him had already been mobilized. Although they were both around sixty years old, they all came over and asked, just like children at this time, they all came over and asked:

"Lao Fang, what did you see just now?"

Mr. Fang shook his head and said there:

"This fish should be used for a while. I don't know if it's a cheap or expensive dish. The rice in the porridge is made of fragrant rice from Liaodong. It is clearly a pot of white porridge stewed there. Do you think we will eat a vegetarian food?"

Chen Gou'er next to him thought for a while and said hesitantly:

"We guys from Huifenglou have also gone to eat. The food in that place is really delicious in other places. The others are just a new word, and there are many varieties."

Count Liu laughed over there and said jokingly:

"Is it because I want to return to the essence and let us clear our mouths."

Everyone around them laughed, but they felt a little disappointed. In their hearts, Huifenglou should have many tricks. Could it be that Jiang Lang had finished his talents?

The time left for everyone is similar, and the porridge of each family has been prepared. Among them, the fruit porridge of a restaurant in Xicheng and the meat porridge of Chunhelou are very outstanding. The fruit porridge of a restaurant in Xicheng is made of red beans and black rice. When the heat reaches about three-quarters, add peach and apricot jerky. By the time of founding, the peeled peach and apricot jerky fruits have completely melted into the porridge.

The black rice fruit porridge that was almost completely melted into one, before it could be eaten, it smelled the rich fruit fragrance. After drinking it in one sip, it seemed like a melted frozen jelly, without feeling sweet at all.

After a group of people rinsed their mouths, they tried one by one. Chunhelou's meat porridge was made of lamb, which was finely chopped, and there were some Western spices inside, which was a strange fragrance, but for those who could eat it, this was only considered a normal one.

But everyone knew in their hearts that this was Chen Gouer's property. He was on the other party's field. There were some things that were well known. Although it was just a normal rule, it was not bad. It was natural to be the first one in a while. However, it was still a little while before the announcement was announced, and Huifeng Tower had not yet been done.

Seeing that the other people's porridge had already been served, Jiang Feng stood up next to him and patted him a few times. Two strong men carried a case and arrived in front of the wooden house. The servants and guards wanted to stop him, but the three people in the house knew that they wanted them to see clearly and started to drink their subordinates.

However, I didn't have much expectation in my heart. I saw what kind of tricks you could do with a bowl of white porridge. The people here are either experts in cooking or experts in eating. I just knew that the white porridge that had been taken to the case was only white rice, and the rest were already drinking the porridge from various restaurants. Although they were not evaluating, the results of the discussion below were very similar.

Now everyone's curious eyes were all fixed on Huifeng Tower. Bao Wen looked a little nervous, but his hands were quite stable. A friend had already brought a cabinet next to him. The cabinet was quite interesting. The bottom was iron. And watching the guys keep adding red charcoal to the inside, it was obviously to ensure the temperature.

The onlookers became even more curious. Bowen took the raw fish from the ginger juice soaked in the fish, placed it on the chopping board to start carrying the knife. When he heard the sound of Dangdang, countless snow-white fish shreds appeared in front of him.

The guy over there opened the hot cabinet, took out porcelain bowls from it, quickly placed them on the table, and there was a kitchen helper on the side, putting each chopped scallion and garlic slices into the bowl in a regular quantity. Another guy had already lifted the lid of the porridge pot.

The white porridge inside was already boiling, and it was bubbling. Old Minister Fang, who was watching there, seemed to understand. He hit each other with excitement, and Chen Gou'er and Count Liu were still wondering.

After Bowen cut the fish shreds, the guy next to him sprinkled the fish shreds in a bowl like onions and garlic. The other person took a large wooden spoon and carefully scooped out the boiling white porridge and poured it into the porridge bowl quickly.

The people around him were all "buzzing", and the air was immediately filled with the strong aroma of porridge and the fragrance of fish that was almost together. The so-called fresh fragrance and fresh fragrance probably mean this, and everyone felt this way.

Immediately someone sent it to the three big men in the wooden house. The fish shredded quilt was boiled like this and it immediately cooked. The umami flavor of the fish was already integrated with the almost rotten rice. The fishy smell of the fish disappeared in the soaking of ginger juice. Onion and garlic were just supporting characters, but the setting was just right.

The temperature outside the wooden house was not warm. After pouring all the porridge into the bowl, the three bowls at the front were delivered to the house. At this time, it was almost warm and it was just enough to enter the house.

Old Mr. Fang used to knock on the table, took a small spoon and put it in the entrance. After savoring it a few times, he swallowed it. This look was clearly like tasting dishes.

"It's wonderful, the rice is smooth and the fish is full of the mouth. What's even better is that there is no fishy smell. I don't know if it's rice or fish that has the fragrance left in the mouth. The rice is sweet and the fish is fragrant. This is the so-called sweetness. I also appreciate the details, the bowl in the iron cabinet. I was afraid that the weather would make the bowl and the rolled porridge together, and it would be cold and it wouldn't be able to cook the fish. The ginger should have salt in it, and it's then that it tastes!"

Not to mention the evaluation inside the house, the diners outside didn't care that their restaurant was still competing and praised them after drinking this small bowl of porridge.

The old minister Fang in the room has reached the state where human nature is all about writing. Zhang Yong’s junior and Chen Gouer naturally know how to distinguish between the slightest and the heavier, and said there:

"But it's really late. If you are in the restaurant, wouldn't the guests be so hungry? You're ranked second. What do you two think about that?"

The two of them were naturally sensible, and they were not fools outside. Even Huifenglou and Jiang Feng accepted the result with a smile. Jiang Feng slowly drank the small bowl of porridge in his hand, feeling quite excited. Sure enough, he was still hundreds of years ahead of the times.
Chapter completed!