Gourmet: Re-Engraving Extinct Famous Dishes Starting From Dragon Scales

"Everyone, be careful.

"We must take the middle part when we take the thorns."

"The short part on the side cannot be made into a brush."

Jiang Feng split Hericium erinaceus from the middle,

Its snow-white and well-textured internal spines are exposed.

Jiang Feng squeezed the middlemost fungus spine, and carefully let it go.

this picture,

It's like a paper ball glued with layers of paper, being torn apart layer by layer.

soon,

A layer of fluffy fan-shaped fungus lay on Jiang Feng's palm.

"Everyone look at my technique."

"Roll up the fan shape little by little, and roll it into a brush tip."

While speaking, Jiang Feng had already rolled the fungus spines into a brush tip, pinched it with his fingertips, and then stuffed it into the pen holder.

suddenly,

A lifelike brush was born.

"It's really like that."

"It's not that hard to look at."

"It's not difficult to look at, but Mr. Jiang Xiao started from scratch, I don't know how much effort it took to find the recipe for this dish, right?"

"Yeah, we can't just look at the superficial ease."

"If it was that simple, your patriarch would have reappeared long ago."

The young disciples of the Confucian government were reprimanded by the disciples of the master's generation when they were a little disrespectful.

It is not difficult to drink water, but it is difficult to dig a well.

Everyone is an excellent cook,

How could you not understand this.

In the live broadcast room, the audience came alive again.

"Is this the end?"

"???"

"That's not right, the soup I just boiled is still useless."

"It's a fool who said it's over, don't you plan to eat bamboo shoots straight away?"

"They're all giant pandas, right?"

"Look well, study hard."

"Everyone can see that what we are making now is just an empty shell."

"If you use it directly, whether it's frying or cooking, it will easily disintegrate and break."

"So we need to fill it up with shrimp glue."

Jiang Feng took out some prawns, headed and shelled them, and pulled out the prawn lines.

A total of twenty prawns were peeled.

"Xiaofeng made shrimp paste once in the live broadcast room."

"Because the two times are different, this time we only need to beat for ten minutes.

Jiang Feng swung the back of the kitchen knife rhythmically and regularly.

Beat the shrimp with the impact frequency of twice a second.

soon,

Under the frequent beating, the shrimps rotted into a pool of mud and stuck together.

All the watching chefs in the Confucius Mansion were amazed by Jiang Feng's stamina.

"It's not easy to tap continuously for ten minutes."

"Yeah, I learned to cook at fourteen, but I can't do it now at twenty-four."

"Your pattern is small. Gourmet Xiaofeng not only taps continuously for ten minutes, but taps continuously for ten minutes in a regular and rhythmic manner."

"This is even more difficult. Continuous beating itself is a great test of arm strength and endurance. Although maintaining a regular rhythm for a long time can relieve physical exertion, it is a great test of concentration.

"It can only be said that Mr. Jiang Xiao is a genius."

Laymen watch the fun, but watch the doorway because they are doing it.

The chefs in the Confucian mansion compound are all accomplished in the food industry,

Even the youngest disciples in their teens are very talented in cooking.

They looked at Jiang Feng's rhythm and frequency, and immediately felt the gap between themselves and Jiang Feng.

ten minutes passed,

[Maple chopped the shrimp gelatin, then added cornstarch and beat it.

Finally, the shrimp gelatin was carefully filled into the barrel of the pen.

"In this way, after the subsequent cooking steps, the shrimp glue will stick to the pen body and nib, giving it the toughness that a brush should have.

"Now we can just wait for the pot of broth to be cooked."

this wait,

That's four hours.

eleven o'clock at night.

It was dark, but the courtyard was brightly lit.

None of the Confucian disciples left, they were all waiting for the birth of [Royal Brush Monkey Head].

"alright."

Jiang Feng lifted the lid of the pot, and the rich smell of meat in the pot diffused, making many disciples feel great.

"You can see now that all the meat in the pot has been boiled to slag."

"The soup also turned white, but there was also a lot of fat floating on the surface."

"Let's get the grease off first."

Jiang Feng brought a casserole and filter cloth from the side.

The soup is ladled out of the pot by the spoonful, and the clear broth is strained through a filter cloth and dropped into the casserole.

This step took fifteen minutes,

Jiang Feng only got half a pot of clean broth.

"Next, we add a little abalone, scallops, and cuttlefish.

"Continue cooking in the casserole for four hours."

As soon as the words came out,

The audience in the live broadcast room became restless for a moment.

"Another four hours?!"

"I'll go, up, let's boil the eagle here?"

"Four hours and four hours, just waiting for eight hours.

"Calm down, old viewers say they are used to it."

"It's over, it's not the first time."

The audience expressed that it doesn't matter and they will stay with them to the end.

Confucian mansion.

When the disciples heard that it would take another four hours, they were shocked at first, and then quickly regained their composure.

To witness the birth of such a famous dish,

Not to mention waiting for a few hours, even if waiting for a few days and nights, so what?

As for Mr. Qiao, he also sat firmly on the teacher's chair, standing still.

"Yunyun, do you want Master to go back to rest first? We just wait here.

Big Brother Beifeng asked.

Qiao Yunyun shook her head upon hearing this.

"Uncle, don't you know grandpa?"

"He's been waiting for a day for decades."

"How is it possible to leave because of the long cooking time?"

"Now he may be more energetic than all of us and look forward to it."

Qiao Yunyun said.

When Beifeng heard the words, he thought it was true and nodded.

"yes."

"Master, he has been waiting for a long time."

Looking at his master's upright back, Beifeng couldn't help but feel distressed.

The old man has been guilty and blamed himself for most of his life because of the damage to the recipe.

without any exaggeration,

To reproduce the famous dishes lost in the Confucian Mansion is the greatest hope of the old man in this half of his life.

Now that hope is in sight, how could he go back to his room to rest?

As for his physical condition, Beifeng also knew about it.

Although there is no serious illness, but after all, he is already old. He is eighty years old and has very high requirements for work and rest.

Once the work and rest are not regular one day, there may be some problems.

But he also knows,

At this time, in Master's eyes, there is no such thing as restlessness, health or unhealthiness.

Even if the sky falls, he won't be able to delay the moment when he witnesses the reappearance of the famous lost dish.

Qiao Luan did just as his granddaughter and apprentice thought,

He sat on the grand master's chair without even leaning on the back of the chair, just sitting upright and waiting.

It is impossible to say that you are not sleepy.

With his current physique, the exhaustion caused by staying up late for a long time cannot be offset by his excited mood.

His old eyes were even bloodshot.

But in order to witness the birth of Yubi Monkey Head with his own eyes, he insisted on it with his own will.

At fifty minutes to four hours,

Jiang Feng heated the broth, filtered out the clean soup, poured it into a plate, and soaked the four hairs in it.

"We soak the brushes in broth and steam them for forty minutes."

Jiang Feng sent the pen and disk into the steamer again.

Three o'clock in the morning.

The Confucian disciples are still waiting.

However, some young disciples, because they were too sleepy, fell asleep relying on their elders.

This is normal,

At their age, they haven't ventured out yet,

Naturally, he will not understand the value of Confucian famous dishes like his elders.

The older disciples of the Confucian Mansion waited patiently even though they were sleepy and their eyelids were fighting.

finally,

When the fragrance in the casserole faintly floats far away,

"alright."

Jiang Feng finally opened the casserole.

The meaty aromas of seafood and poultry in the casserole permeate the air.

He opened the steamer again.

There is only a faint fragrance (aebc) floating in the steamer.

After steaming for forty minutes, the essence of the soup in the plate has been absorbed by the pen.

The pen was also fully set and cooked.

"Everyone, this famous dish that has been lost in the Confucian Mansion —— [Royal Brush Monkey Head] has succeeded!"

The moment Jiang Feng's voice fell,

The disciples of the Confucian Mansion immediately became agitated.

Those disciples whose eyelids were battling were instantly rejuvenated and looked at Jiang Feng excitedly.

"Successful?!"

"It finally worked!"

"Very good!"

The cheers spread throughout the Confucian Mansion.

The children were also awakened, with surprise and joy in their eyes.

"Success...?!"

Hearing the sound, Mr. Qiao's eyes glowed brightly,

He leaned on the chair tremblingly and was about to get up.

Seeing this, Qiao Yunyun hurried up to help her.

at the same time,

Jiang Feng hung the four successful imperial brushes on the antique pen stand, and took the ink cartridge, and poured the boiled soup into the ink cartridge.

In the end both were placed on a plate.

"Mr. Joe."

"This [Yubi Monkey Head] is Xiaofeng's 80th birthday gift to you!"

Jiang Feng looked at Qiao Luan.

Qiao Luan had already walked into the camera excitedly.

Although he is eighty years old, and he waits in the yard for hours.

But he showed no sign of fatigue,

On the contrary, there is a smile hidden in the gully on the old face.

"Is this... the Royal Brush Monkey Head?"

"Okay........okay!"

Qiao Luan's voice trembled a little. He stretched out his hands to pick up the pen, and the shaking was worse than his voice.

decades!

For decades, he has been pursuing the restoration of the famous dishes lost in the Confucian Mansion.

But to no avail.

nowadays,

Finally saw one of the lost famous dishes!

His excitement at this moment cannot be expressed in words.

Jiang Feng quietly looked at this excited eighty-year-old man.

He held the imperial pen in both hands and placed it in front of his eyes.

The cloudy old eyes gradually blurred, and hot tears flowed out unstoppably.

The decades-long vision was here, and the intense excitement in his heart made him burst into tears.

"Master!"

"Did you see that?"

"The apprentice finally found a copy of the inheritance you left behind."

"This dish, I have learned it."

"Teacher will make it for you tomorrow."

Mr. Qiao couldn't make a sound.

How could he look like the head of the Confucian Mansion at this time,

It was clearly a teenager who was forced to separate from his master in the chaos of war, crying bitterly while looking at the tattered cookbook in his hand.

What he holds in his hand is not only the monkey head of the imperial pen,

It is his heart knot and wish for most of his life

scene.

This scene touched all the Confucian disciples.

"Master's lifelong wish has finally come true."

Beifeng also wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, these were tears of excitement and joy.

Qiao Yunyun's eyes were also red.

She looked at Jiang Feng gratefully.

If it weren't for Jiang Feng, my grandfather might not be able to wait until the end of the day.

"Woo woo woo...I was so touched, I cried."

"I'm sorry, I'm really worthless, I want to cry when this old man cries.

"I didn't expect Mr. Qiao, who is famous in the gourmet circle of Longguo, to have such a knot in his heart."

"Grandpa Qiao, don't cry, your master won't blame you."

"Grandpa Joe is a good man, and I grew up in the primary school he donated.

"Thank you, Lord Up, for helping Grandpa Qiao understand a wish."

"Who would have thought that the gourmet live broadcast room would become a tear-jerking live broadcast room, woo woo woo, up you return my tears.

In the live broadcast room, the audience was also very moved.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang Xiao, I lost my composure in front of you."

It took a long time for Mr. Qiao to stop his tears and thank Jiang Feng.

"Mr. Qiao has this kind of filial piety, and I believe that the spirit of honoring the master will understand you." Jiang Feng comforted.

"Um."

Mr. Qiao nodded emphatically, then returned to his seat with the monkey head of the imperial pen, and watched it carefully.

Jiang Feng sat down again.

"Everyone, this is the [Royal Brush Monkey Head] that everyone has been waiting for all night."

Jiang Feng took down a brush and showed it in front of the camera.

The steamed bamboo shoots become more emerald green, adding a strong artistic flavor to this brush.

It's like emerald green mountains and rivers printed on the body of the pen.

"The ancients created such an imperial brush."

"On the premise of being edible and usable, the body of the pen looks so majestic and royal.

"This is the wonderful wisdom of our ancient imperial chef of the Dragon Kingdom."

After Jiang Feng’s comments, he lightly dipped in the cooking ink, took a piece of rice paper from the side, and wrote four big characters

【Inheritance of Confucian Mansion】!

"Good words! Well written!"

"Up turns out he still has this hand."

"Based on this good handwriting, even if Up can't cook, he won't starve to death."

"Grass, why is Up cooking so good, and even writing so beautifully."

"Vigorous and powerful, the strength penetrates the back of the paper. The handwriting is good on the one hand, it seems that the quality of this pen is not to mention.

After Jiang Feng showed these four characters, the audience burst into applause.

Only then did Jiang Feng dip in the ink again, and lightly took a bite of the pen tip to taste it.

The fragrance of Hericium erinaceus and bamboo shoots envelops the meaty smell of many poultry meat and the fresh fragrance of shrimp gelatin, instantly filling Jiang Feng's entire mouth.

Jiang Feng's expression was full of admiration.

"Hand in hand with poems and rites, look forward to the country

"The already delicious Hericium erinaceus is dipped in the seafood ink that has been boiled for two days, and the moment you enter it, it is extremely shocking."

"The various meaty aromas of the ink itself, coupled with the unique meaty texture of Hericium erinaceus, give people a meaty taste when chewed."

"Fresh bamboo shoots and shrimp gelatin are like a different kind of ingredients. They are so delicious that they can't stop."

"Worthy of being a royal meal."