Next to the burning bonfire, bursts of burning smell came over.
The best red onions, the best local eggs with red hearts, and all kinds of good seasonings.
After they were presented, they turned out to be a messy black charcoal-like object that couldn’t bear to be looked at.
The weirdest thing was that it looked like scrambled eggs.
Inside the black charcoal-like object, there is something soft and translucent, which looks disgusting.
Su Ruotong has never eaten this kind of thing in her life.
She can safely say that she has never even looked at it.
Wu Ma's cooking is not very delicious, but it is also a home-cooked meal.
People who are not picky can eat three meals a day without any problems at all.
The level of the dish in front of her was even higher than that of Wu Ma.
Su Ruotong looked up and saw that after the dishes were served, she quickly left everyone and squatted next to the swamp like a smelly ditch.
With her back to everyone, Tao Xian was playing in the mud.
She finally understood why they had known each other for so long, but Tao Xian had never done this before.
Any meal.
Su Ruotong gave him negative marks for his cooking skills.
I don't give zero points because I'm afraid he will be proud.
Tao Yide did not feel ashamed at all because of the dish presented by his grandson.
Instead, he happily said to Wu Hexiang: "Old Wu, try a few bites.
The last time you ate the smooth onion egg made by Xianxian was When did it happen?”
"Twelve years ago."
Wu Hexiang sighed: "I didn't expect that after so many years, your Xianxian's cooking skills are still the same as before."
Su Ruotong calculated based on Tao Xian's age.
Twelve years ago, Tao Xian was only eighteen or nineteen years old, almost the same as when she and Tao Xian first met.
If she hadn't replaced the original person, the original person's cooking skills would probably be about the same as Tao Xian's.
Tao Xian, who was squatting by the river, could hear the sound here.
His body shrank and he wanted to jump into the swamp.
It was all his fault that these bad old men were disrespectful and used their power to suppress others without forcing them.
He was cooking, and now he was completely exposed in front of Tongtong, wuwuwuwu, I don't want to live anymore.
Su Ruotong looked at Tao Xian's back, but there was a little tenderness in her eyes.
It doesn't matter, she is enough for someone who can cook.
Tao Xian is responsible for being beautiful and beautiful, and she is responsible for cooking and supporting the family.
Su Ruotong thought of doing it, stood up and said, "I'll make some home-cooked dishes, and everyone will go home early after eating."
"Okay" several old men and old ladies responded loudly.
Especially Grandma Wu and Grandma Gu laughed happily: "I always hear the old man at home praising how delicious Miss Su's cooking is.
Now we will also be blessed."
It's summer now.
Su Ruotong wore short sleeves and didn't even need to roll up the sleeves.
She washed her hands with pure water, walked to the stove, and looked at the ingredients and seasonings first.
The old men and women were sincerely preparing for the picnic.
They brought a variety of ingredients and seasonings, and the tools included a small grill and even an alcohol spray gun.
Su Ruotong felt confident.
She picked up the kitchen knife and felt it, and nodded with satisfaction.
It was neither heavy nor light.
The blade was designed in a streamlined shape.
The blade was not particularly sharp, but it was surprisingly easy to use.
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Whether it was the feel or the contact with the chopping board when cutting vegetables, she was impressed.
Very satisfied.
There are a row of stew pots, woks, and small frying pans on the floor.
They are all made of pure iron and uncoated and imported from Germany.
They are different series of the same brand as the one Su Ruotong uses at home, so they look familiar.
Seeing Su Ruotong skillfully taking out various ingredients from the boxes where the dishes were placed and starting to work skillfully, Wu Hexiang's eyes became more eager.
One look at this girl's skills revealed how talented she is in cooking.
His Wu family is also a family of culinary experts.
To be able to marry such a granddaughter-in-law is simply a blessing to the ancestors.
His little grandson doesn't like cooking very much, and he has learned some hotel management.
Isn't this a good match for Miss Su, both inside and outside, so the work is not tiring.
The more he looked at Su Ruotong, the more satisfied Wu Hexiang became.
He was even fantasizing about the wedding between Su Ruotong and his little grandson.
Over there, Su Ruotong's first dish was served in just three to five minutes.
Or onions and eggs.
But the smooth onion egg dish made by Su Ruotong was completely different from what Tao Xian served just now.
Onions cut into circles are inlaid with a layer of golden-yellow tender eggs.
The layers are arranged in an orderly manner from large to small on the plate.
There is still a little bit of red exposed in the center of the egg.
That's the extra diced ham added to add freshness to the onions and eggs.
On the top layer, two green vanilla leaves adorn the top.
The fragrant onion smell with a bit of wild spiciness is the charming aroma of heated ham and smooth eggs.
Golden eggs, onions with purple outer skin and white inner flesh, shiny red diced ham, and green coriander leaves make this dish lively and fragrant.
Just seeing its shape and smelling its aroma, several old people couldn't help but shout "Hello". it's really good Even if you take it out to a five-star hotel, it won't be a shame.
Have you seen it?
The whole egg is a bright yellow color, and there is no other color at all.
Ask yourself, even the apprentices they have taught for half their lives, some of them are in their forties, when they are making egg slides , there are still some parts on the egg that are made into different shades of color.
Just the ability to control the heat with one hand requires a thumbs up.
Su Ruotong served this dish of smooth onions and eggs, but was not in a hurry to make the second dish.
Instead, she walked to Tao Xian and patted Tao Xian on the shoulder comfortingly: "Brother Tao Xian, you should go and have something to eat too. ” Tao Xian didn't eat much at noon.
She had prepared salty sandwich cookies for her family, but Su Changqing took them as a gift.
Tao Xian only tasted two bites of the snacks Liu Yehua sent.
Su Ruotong was afraid of him.
Hungry.
Tao Xian kept his head down, not daring to look at Su Ruotong, but his ears were red to the ground.
He never dared to expose his cooking skills in front of Su Ruotong.
Every time Su Ruotong asked him to cook, or similar topics, he would always interrupt.
At first, he thought about confessing, but he became increasingly afraid.
In Tongtong's eyes, he probably has no advantages at all.
Every time he exposes one of his shortcomings, it becomes more disadvantageous.
He doesn't know how to repair home appliances like other men.
He even needs to call a worker to change a light bulb at home.
He is not good at housework and hires housekeepers to do all the housework at home.
His family is not harmonious, and his parents are like strangers to him.
The only things that are relatively good in this aspect of life are dressing tastefully and looking good at food.
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Now, it seems that this aspect of being very knowledgeable about food has been exposed.
Could it be that from now on, the only way he can please Tongtong is to buy her beautiful clothes?
Because he has discovered that Su Ruotong doesn't like to dress up.
Su Ruotong looked at Tao Xian like this, and of course she knew what he was thinking, and said softly: "Brother Tao Xian, if not, you can help me cook.
I just heard from Grandpa Wu that you have collected a lot of recipes."
After hearing this, Tao Xian started drawing circles.
Couldn't this old guy Wu Hexiang say something nice?
When he was preparing to enter the cooking show industry, he also made up his mind and wanted to cook well.
He consulted many famous experts, and also vigorously collected all kinds of excellent recipes, and even other people's secrets.
As a result, The theoretical knowledge was quite accurate, but when it came to practice, it scared him.
It is obvious that one can taste all the delicious food in the world with this tongue, what is good and what is bad, but when it comes to making it by oneself, why is it so miserable?
Su Ruotong can understand it.
When it comes to cooking, talent is very important.
Different chefs vary in how high or low the fire is, the time and intensity between stir-fryings, and even the shaking of hands when adding seasonings.
Especially as you get to the top, talent becomes more important.
That subtle feeling is something that those without talent will never be able to feel.
"We can cooperate.
You tell me the recipe you think is good and I will make it, okay?"
Su Ruotong said encouragingly to Tao Xian, whose ears were getting redder and redder on the ground.
After a long time, Tao Xian raised his head and looked at Su Ruotong with watery eyes, like a little puppy: "Really?"
"real" "Well, I remember several great recipes."
Tao Xian glanced at Wu Hexiang.
Wu Hexiang was smiling so hard that he couldn't see his teeth and was talking to someone.
The recipes of the dishes that Tao Xian wanted Su Ruotong to cook were those that Wu Hexiang told him that the Wu family would not pass on secret recipes.
This old man was evil.
After knowing that his talent in cooking was a mess, he pretended to tell him these recipes.
Anyway, he didn't think he could make them.
He didn't believe it anymore.
If he, a little gangster, couldn't do it, could Su Ruotong still do it?
"Let me take a look at the ingredients."
Tao Xian rubbed his fiery face and counted the things with a straight face.
He found that he could make just a few of the dishes in the recipe Wu Hexiang gave him.
He couldn't help but feel very good: "Then let's make one first.
"Drunk" Tao Xian lifted a whole, perfectly cooked chicken from the food box, with a standard evil smile on his face.
Let’s see if this old guy Wu Hexiang is no longer proud today.
Su Ruotong listened to Tao Xian recite the recipe.
The name of this drunken cut chicken dish sounds very ordinary, but in fact there are many ways to do it.
There are more than 20 ingredients alone, and the production process is very complicated.
If you really follow all the steps Tao Xian said, plus The preliminary marinating is estimated to take more than a day.
But Su Ruotong nodded clearly after listening to all the steps.
She already knew what the final taste of this dish was.
She could completely find an alternative method and make it quickly in a short period of time.
The taste would not be the same at all.
Lost to the original method.
"Okay" Su Ruotong nodded to Tao Xian: "It will be ready soon, wait for me" "It doesn't matter, you can do it slowly."
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Tao Xian made up his mind and said to Su Ruotong.
Those old men weren't in a hurry anyway, so what was he anxious about?
Su Ruotong picked up the kitchen knife and started cooking the chicken.
She placed a steamer on the stove next to her and boiled hot water.
"I'm going to wash my hands and pick the garlic for you."
This dish requires minced garlic, and Tao Xian thinks he can still do it well for such a trivial matter.
Tao Xian grilled the garlic very carefully and slowly.
When he finished grilling one head of garlic, he raised his head and saw that Su Ruotong had already put the chicken on the steaming rack.
The boiling hot water emits strong white smoke, and the chicken is chopped into pieces.
At first glance, it still looks like a whole chicken, but if you look closely, you will find that the chicken has been cut into small pieces, only temporarily.
Put them together, and in the gap, you can vaguely see a line of seasoning color smeared on the partition surface.
Tao Xian was stunned, Su Ruotong was a bit fast.
Three minutes later, a strong aroma wafted out from the pot, carrying the aroma of wine, fruit, meat, and a hint of oil, and went straight into people's noses.
Wu Hexiang, who was happily arranging the dragon gate formation with others, suddenly turned his head and looked straight at the pot.
Damn it, this smell, could it be their family’s ancestral dish of Drunken Chopped Chicken: