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

Chapter 285 Mother Su and Father Su

"It's okay. If you can't finish it, leave it there. These dishes can be left." Su Yuchen took the bowl and chopsticks for Zhao Xiaojing, and turned his head to Su's mother, "You glutton can't finish these! It's New Year's Day, leave some for her to come visit me later!"

Mother Su glared at Su Yuchen, "Oh, how can you talk like that! You said you can't finish the food before they even started eating. How do you treat your classmates? Xiaojing, ignore her. Just eat. After that, there are fried hemp leaves and Jingguo! Eat as much as you can!"

"Okay, thank you, Auntie." Zhao Xiaojing held back her smile and reached out to take a big bun. When she bit into it, it turned out to be filled with dried radish and vermicelli. It tasted crispy, fragrant and spicy. The vermicelli was also chewy and bright. I don't know if they grew it in their own fields and made it. The taste of the ingredients was original and rich, very pure. After drinking a mouthful of warm porridge that was not hot, the morning chill was instantly dispelled.

“This braised meat was originally braised with our own braising broth, but when Chenzi came back and ate it, she said it didn’t taste good, and she insisted on using the braising broth she got from you to braise it again. I didn’t believe it at first, but when Chenzi finished braising it and we ate it, how could it taste good?

I said she was shameless, such a good thing must be the secret recipe of your store to make money, how can you bring a pot back? She said you have a lot of soup, don't make money from this, his father said to her, can't just eat good food to cut off the classmates' financial resources, this pot of brine has a way to taste, how can you not make money from this? The girl wants us to eat well and bluff us!

You can pack it back when you leave. You are still using the stewed soup to make money. His father and I are old and have eaten everything. How can we take advantage of you? " Su's mother saw Zhao Xiaojing pick up a piece of stewed meat and fry hemp leaves while turning back to chat with Zhao Xiaojing.

Aunt Zhao Xiao ate a piece of braised beef and after listening to Su's mother's explanation, she finally understood. No wonder she felt the braised beef tasted a bit stronger and slightly different from the one in the store. It turned out that the beef was cooked through two different marinades.

"Auntie, it's okay. I run a restaurant with over-the-top dishes. This marinade is only used for a small portion of the dishes in the restaurant. And I make a lot of marinade, two large steel barrels of marinade, and I only gave you a small pot. You can keep it for yourself. After the New Year is over, I'll braise a big meat dish. Boil the marinade at high temperature, then filter out the residue and store it directly in the freezer. You can use it again next time." Zhao Xiaojing said.

"Now you believe it, right? You say every day that I'm trying to scare you, but you really think I'm just idle." Su Yuchen said nothing, sat next to Zhao Xiaojing, poured himself a glass of water and warmed his hands.

"Oh, I saw that other people were selling it outside. They all said that their sauce was a century-old one and they would never tell anyone else, for fear that others would know the secret recipe. I'm afraid that if Xiaojing's secret recipe were leaked, others would learn how to steal her business." Su's mother laughed dryly.

"It's also because we're old and can't keep up with the times. Chenzi always said that you should open a restaurant to make money, but I thought you were just joking at such a young age. In any restaurant, a chef has to learn cooking for more than ten years and eat until he has a big belly and a big face before he can open a restaurant. But after tasting this pot of brine, Xiaojing, you are like a monkey climbing a cliff - you are so capable!

I haven’t eaten your other dishes, but just from this brine, you can earn hundreds of thousands a year in the village!"

"Don't just rely on the marinade, other dishes are more delicious! If you don't believe me when I tell you, I'll ask Jingzi to cook a meal for you to open your eyes when I have time!" Su Yuchen said unhappily.

"They are guests! It's fine if you are bossy at home, but it's New Year's Day and you want others to cook for you when they come to your room? Be careful or I'll beat you! Come on, don't sit there anymore, go to the field and call your father! It's so late and if you don't come back, the villagers will come to our house soon." Su's mother chased Su Yuchen up like chasing a chicken.

Su Yuchen looked at Zhao Xiaojing helplessly and stood up from the bench. Zhao Xiaojing curled her lips, blinked at Su Yuchen, and gave her a look that said "don't worry".

She knew what Su Yuchen meant. It wasn't that it was impolite to ask the guest to cook during the Chinese New Year. She was just impatient.

They were anxious to confess to their parents that they were also a partner in the restaurant, and they were anxious to give their parents money, but they didn't know how to start the conversation. They were afraid that their parents would not accept it, so they wanted to prove in a roundabout way that they had the ability to do so and reassure their parents.

"Auntie, I'm not here to visit you, I'm here to eat and drink. But I really need to borrow your stove. Cooking requires practice. It's best to lift the pot and stir the wok every day and practice often so that you won't get rusty when cooking." Zhao Xiaojing said half-seriously.

Just as Su's mother was about to speak, Su Yuchen, who had just walked to the door, walked back and sat down. Su's mother glanced at her and quickly turned her head to look at the door.

"Oh, you're willing to come back! Are you tripped by the spinach growing in the field?"

"I met Zhuzi's father and talked about his family for a long time." Father Su touched his nose and walked to the kitchen while unloading the backpack. He looked up and saw Zhao Xiaojing, "Oh, classmate Chenzi is here. Hello, hello, welcome to come often. When you come, just treat this place as your own home and don't be restrained."

"Hello uncle, you look like a cadre." Zhao Xiaojing had just finished eating a bun and greeted Su's father with a smile.

Su's father was dressed neatly in a military green short coat. He looked very similar to Su Yuchen, and the moment he spoke he sounded like a village party secretary.

"Haha, this girl is so sweet! Just sit down and eat. If there is not enough food, just tell your aunt!" Father Su smiled and waved his hand.

"Wipe your hands, put the table and benches in the main room, put the snacks and tea trays in place, and bring the water bottle over!" Su's mother rolled her eyes at him.

Su's father wiped his hands angrily and started to work quickly under Su's mother's gaze.

Zhao Xiaojing finished the porridge in her bowl, and the two of them quickly cleaned up the table and washed the dishes. Before Su's mother announced the next task, Su Yuchen grabbed Zhao Xiaojing's hand and rushed out the door, "Mom, I'll take her for a walk! You and my dad should entertain the guests at home!"

"We're making dumplings for lunch, so come back early!" Su's mother looked up and instructed hurriedly.

Su Yuchen, who had already run out of the house, responded casually and pulled Zhao Xiaojing towards the row of houses that had just been renovated and built in a pseudo-Hui style in the direction of the village.

"I'll take you to my third grandmother's house to pay New Year's greetings. My third grandmother is a great cook. Her hand was crushed by a machine in the factory in her early years, and now she only has two fingers left on her left hand. But she is very good at working and cooking. The maltose and sesame candies she makes are so delicious that you can tell she made them with her heart as soon as you taste them. Let me tell you..."

As soon as Su Yuchen left the house, his interest instantly became high, and he introduced the whole way vividly. Before reaching the third grandmother's house, Zhao Xiaojing already knew that the third grandmother was over 80 years old and used to be an excellent female worker in the textile factory. Although her fingers were broken later, it still did not affect her ability to knit scarves, sweaters, and slippers, and she was even better at making snacks.