Food: The super chef just wants to set up a stall leisurely

Chapter 402: The Oil Pan Spirit

The instructor in the learning module poured oil on the duck like a waterfall, spoonful after spoonful. Finally, the whole duck was fried in the oil pan. When the duck was taken out of the pan, it still had its own sugar color, and it had only turned slightly brown.

And she, with only six spoonfuls of oil, the duck had turned into a deep caramel color, and you could even smell the fragrance.

At this point, it's already been overblown.

If the duck is over-fried and then steamed according to the original steps, it would be a waste of ingredients. Not only will the skin be too hard, the meat will also become dry and it will have a burnt and bitter taste.

Although it hasn't reached that point yet, based on Zhao Xiaojing's experience of many failures, it's already possible to redo it.

"System, restore the scene step by step to the step where the duck is coated with sugar color and the oil is just poured on." Zhao Xiaojing put down the spoon and directly activated the step-by-step scene restoration function of the virtual space.

【OK. 】

The moment the system responded, the surrounding scene seemed to quickly reverse, constantly flashing back and undoing. Except for Zhao Xiaojing who was standing still, everything that Zhao Xiaojing had moved began to move, and all returned to their original positions after one second.

Zhao Xiaojing looked at the oil that had just been poured into the pot and turned on the fire again.

This time, as soon as I felt the heat, I turned down the heat to medium and put the chopsticks into the oil.

A tiny bubble came out of the chopsticks.

Zhao Xiaojing turned around quickly, forked the duck, and poured oil on it.

One spoonful of oil, a faint crackling sound, the song of oil and water weakly chanting; two spoonfuls of oil, the song of oil and water continues to be sluggish, and the sugar color of the duck body remains unchanged; three spoonfuls of oil, the duck is loose and flabby, without the sudden tightening when the hot oil is poured on it; four spoonfuls of oil, five spoonfuls of oil, the duck body becomes greasy, and the oil-drenched duck looks like a duck soaked in oil; six spoonfuls, seven spoonfuls, eight spoonfuls, nine spoonfuls...

Zhao Xiaojing looked at the duck whose color was uneven, pale in some places and dull in others, and sighed.

Although the fairy duck is difficult to make, the difficulty lies in its complexity and trouble. It is not a dish that challenges the craftsmanship in every step. But there are a few details that are difficult to make, and the first one is the oil drizzling.

Drizzling with oil is the key to making the duck crispy, tender and tasty. It is also the key to why Zhao Xiaojing can sometimes capture the charm and practice it well and improve, but sometimes lose the feel and cannot perform stably.

Zhao Xiaojing looked carefully at the unevenly colored duck. This time it was obviously because the oil temperature was not high enough.

This won't work. If you only rely on your momentary touch to determine the success or failure of your cooking, what good will it do even if you cook a top-notch dish when you feel good? It's just luck, not your own ability.

Zhao Xiaojing made up her mind and carefully put her fingers into the oil.

When I stretched out my hand, I found that the oil was like hot water. It was slightly hot but not painful when I touched it.

"System, restore to the node just restored using step-by-step recovery."

The scene rewinds.

Zhao Xiaojing took a look at the duck that was drenched in oil and put her fingers into the oil again.

"Hiss!" The moment Zhao Xiaojing put her fingers into the oil, she quickly pulled them out of the pot and started shaking them wildly.

It’s so hot! Much hotter than boiling water!

Zhao Xiaojing quickly ran to the sink and turned on the cold water.

The moment the cold water hit the fingers, they seemed to heat up even more intensely. At the same time, the half finger that was inserted into the oil pan turned red. It took a while for the heat to ease slightly.

As soon as Zhao Xiaojing turned off the water, she saw a circle of blisters on her fingers, and the severe pain came again.

"System, exit the virtual space!" Zhao Xiaojing shouted in pain.

The intense burning sensation on my hands disappeared instantly.

Zhao Xiaojing looked at her bedroom, raised her intact left hand and looked at it again and again, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It is not easy to imitate Shennong and taste hundreds of herbs and personally feel the effects of too high and too low oil temperatures on the skin!

But think about it, as long as you exit the virtual space, all the feelings will disappear immediately. Apart from a little psychological fear, it seems nothing.

"System, restore the scene step by step to the step where the duck is coated with sugar color and the oil is poured on." Zhao Xiaojing stared at her fingers that had just been scalded but were intact upon returning to reality. She immediately regrouped, transformed herself into an invincible cockroach and plunged into the virtual space again.

"hiss!"

"System, restore in steps!"

"Hot, hot, hot!"

"System, restore!"

"Ahhhh!"

"System, return!"

……

After a while, the virtual space began to echo with Zhao Xiaojing's painful cries of trying to kill herself but not really dying. The system returned again and again to the stage where the oil was not hot yet. Then Zhao Xiaojing would heat the oil again - pour the duck - not satisfied with the result - test the oil temperature with her finger to feel it; heat the oil - pour the duck - satisfied with the result - test the oil temperature with her finger to feel it.

【ding~】

[The host is detected to be brave enough to go into the oil pan, and the more he fights, the braver he becomes. The system randomly starts a task. 】

[Random Task: Before 4pm, the host uses this method of testing the oil temperature with his hands and masters the skill of the step of drizzling the oil on the duck to win the mysterious grand prize.]

[Please choose whether to accept]

【whether】

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhao Xiaojing took a casual look and accepted it perfunctorily.

It didn't matter whether she won the grand prize or not, or what method she tried or whether she put her fingers into the frying pan or not. The key was that she had clearly found the feeling last time, but she couldn't find it this time. No matter how much she practiced for an entire afternoon, the feeling was just not right, and this made Zhao Xiaojing angry.

Zhao Xiaojing went back to the oil pan again, this time turning on the medium-high heat. At the same time, she inserted the chopsticks into the pan with her left hand, and immersed the fingers of her right hand in the pan every once in a while to feel the pain. Based on the degree of pain in her fingers, she observed the subtle changes in the chopsticks, and recalled the last time she felt so painful and how the duck looked like when it dripped out.

"Hiss!" Zhao Xiaojing couldn't tell how many times she had done this, but she had already developed a fear of putting her hand into the oil pan. However, this time the duck was the closest to the feeling she had found before, so Zhao Xiaojing gritted her teeth and stuck her fingers in to feel it a little more.

"System! Retreat, retreat, retreat!" Zhao Xiaojing was sweating on her forehead due to the pain, and she shouted while shaking her hands on the spot.

In a second, Zhao Xiaojing said goodbye to the stimulating burning sensation, regained her composure, turned on the medium-high heat again, put in the chopsticks, and turned down the heat as soon as the bubbles started to come out faster.

After that, when the bubbles start to increase but are not yet dense, turn down the heat again and pour oil over the duck repeatedly.

One spoonful, two spoonfuls, three spoonfuls... nine spoonfuls, ten spoonfuls... Zhao Xiaojing stared at the duck intently, as if she had entered another world, forgetting everything around her. The only thing in her eyes was the duck being drenched in oil. She quickly turned the bowl in her hand and poured oil on it spoonful after spoonful like a waterfall.

Here we are. Zhao Xiaojing's pupils shrank, she put down the spoon with her right hand, picked up the hook with her left hand, and dipped the whole duck into the oil.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, lift up, turn over.