Here Comes The Lady Chef

"What is delicious? Far away, it smells fragrant!" Between the words, Wen Ting appeared at the door of the kitchen with the book in his hands. He was trying to lift his foot into the door, and saw Wen Shouzheng at a glance. Turn your head and run.

"Stop! Mixed things, what to run!" Wen Shouzheng glanced at Wen Ting's sneaky look, and suddenly he was out of breath, and then stopped drinking.

Wen Ting was immediately at the door, and she did not dare to run anymore, but her eyes were timid, and she slowly turned around and looked at the braised pork on the eye table, and could not help but swallow her mouth.

"Why are you still doing this? Get an apron!" Wen Shou's front color was not too bad, he got up and walked to the stove.

"This is ..." There was a moment of confusion in Gentle's heart, and he had never heard of eating apron before eating.

While gentle and imaginative, when he saw that Wen Ting had already stepped into the door, Ma Li put down his book, put on an apron, and went to the stovetop with a look of shame.

"Smelly boy, it's not my dad who says you! Our little family in this small house should be able to read for you! If you really are that piece of material, your father and I have nothing to say! But you ... even took the exam Childhood three times, hey! It ’s better to follow me early, like your stone brother, to learn craftsmanship, and to have a living in the future! ”Wen Shouzheng sighed, the old thing was mentioned again, and then reached out and touched an egg from the food basket. .

"Dad, you believe me, give me another year, I must ..." Wen Ting hit a blue-gray clean cotton shirt, her white face was stubbornly stubborn, her eyes were sharp and angular.

Unfortunately, he has n’t waited for him to finish. Wen Shouzheng has already started cooking. “The last time I taught you about scrambled eggs, before I ate dinner at this time, let me see it first and talk about reading later!”

"His father, Tinger's Shuxiu is enough for a master to teach for a few days. Why not read and cook with you at home while studying? How can I do?" Zhou said, but he couldn't get away from him. He was a woman, although he was a distressed son. , Can only barely discuss it.

"Well, let's start!" Wen Shouzheng nodded, even if he agreed, with a big finger, his mind had already reached the stove.

I saw Wen Ting clumsily took the eggs, and found another white porcelain bowl. The wooden clamshell beat it a few times, but it didn't open.

Wen Shouzheng frowned, "um".

Wen Ting was panicked, slammed hard, and only heard the pop, the egg broke apart. The egg liquid flows down the broken egg shell, and some stick to the hands and some stick to the bowl. What's even more outrageous is that in the egg liquid in the bowl, there are even a few nail-sized broken egg shells floating around!

Wen Ting hurriedly looked up and saw that Wen Shouzheng's eyes were blazing.

Wen Ting evasively watched Wen Shouzheng's eyes, and clumsily reached out to get the egg shells out of the bowl.

Helpless egg liquid is too slippery, several times, and actually spilled a lot.

"Enough!" Wen Shouzheng shouted, grabbed the egg bowl in Wen Ting's hand, and replayed it by the stove!

The egg liquid in the scooping bowl was shaken and spattered again.

Wen Ting's heart immediately mentioned his throat, and his hands were confused, he didn't know where to put it, and bowed his head, afraid to look at Wen Shouzheng again.

"Master, don't be angry, Tinger may be nervous, then ..." Fang Dashi quickly hurried to the sidelines.

"Incompetent things! The book is not easy to read! Don't talk about scrambled eggs, even an egg can't be beaten! Roll and look at it!" Chef Wen's eyes stared like marbles, and his white and fat face pulled old long.

"Look! Scrambled eggs are the most basic dish. I have told you how many times. The eggs should be washed with water first to avoid the contamination of the egg liquid by the pickled things. Then simmer for three times along the bowl and gently separate the eggs along the crack. The shell and the egg liquid naturally fall into the bowl! "Wen Shouzheng said, and he took three eggs out of the food basket, washed them one by one, and cracked a few times. The bright yellow raw eggs fell into the bowl like the setting sun, Up and down, left and right, actually spelled a character in the bowl, it is really beautiful.

Gentle thought it was fun, stood up and looked aside.

"Listen well, the pot should be clean. Eggs are extremely pure food. Any taste in the pot can lead to changes in egg color and egg taste!" Wen Shouzheng said, holding the iron pan with one hand. , The other hand began to carefully brush the pot cleaning.

"After the pan is hot, start with half a spoonful of oil to roll the pan! Get up!" During the talk, when the fire broke out, Wen Shouzheng held the pot in one hand, brushed half a spoonful of oil with an understatement, and turned the pan with one hand. . Instantly, the bright vegetable oil was evenly attached to the wall of the pot. As the temperature increased, a little bit of it penetrated the inner wall.

"Breaking eggs is the basic skill to test the strength and balance of the wrist." Wen Shouzheng didn't say much. He just held the chopsticks steadily, opened it at an angle, inserted it into the egg liquid, followed one direction, and used a uniform The egg liquid in the bowl is agitated at a fast speed. No, precisely, the bowl of egg liquid is pulled with chopsticks and rotated vigorously.

He gently looked at Wen Shouzheng's egg-beating technique, smiled and nodded, and unknowingly took a step forward.

"Papapapapang!" The chopsticks pulled the egg liquid and hit the bowl, making a rhythmic and rhythmic sound.

Gentle obviously felt that this bowl of egg liquid had life, and it was no longer the sparse liquid just now, but it had gelatinous stickiness.

"Stone, pour oil!" Wen Shouzheng kept beating eggs in his hands, sipping his apprentice Fang Dashi's pouring oil.

"Stop! Increase the fire!" A stream of bright vegetable oil slowly poured into the pot. When the oil and half of the time came, Wen Shouzheng suddenly stopped, and again he opened Fang Dashi plus firewood, fierce fire!

"The temperature of the oil is very important. It's early, and the eggs are fishy; after that, the eggs are old and mushy!" Wen Shouzheng said, Yu Guang glanced at the pan, and the oil was starting to make fine little bubbles. "

Wen Shou Zheng shouted loudly, while using the chopsticks to continue stirring the egg liquid in the bowl, while drawing a circle-like rotation to pour the egg liquid in the bowl.

碗 This bowl of golden egg liquid instantly swam from the bowl into the pot, like a golden plump dragon, tumbling and cheerfully roaming.

得 Seeing that Fang Dashi next to her eyes are almost out of the pot, Master always shook the scrambled eggs!

At the same time, Wen Shouzheng smoothed a handful of chopped green onions and shook his hands chicly: the green onions, like the flowers of a heavenly girl, were evenly and finely stuck to the golden egg dragon.

在 At the same time, Wen Shouzheng pinched a pinch of fine salt again, wafting like snow, shaking into the pot, and disappeared instantly.

"Plate!" Wen Shouzheng sighed!

The obsessive fascination of Fang Dashi watching from the side, has not yet reacted, when returning to God, a smooth white porcelain plate has been handed to Wen Shouzheng.

When I looked up again, I saw a gentle pair of hands ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ holding the plate.

what! Girlfriend made a second cook for his father!

In the previous life, the father and daughter did not cooperate very much, and that tacit understanding is naturally self-evident.

Gently smiled, and watched the scrambled eggs out of the pan again!

Wen Shouzheng's scrambled egg, although it is called "scrambled egg", it is useless to shovel.

Until the scrambled eggs come out of the pan, pour into the plate like a panlong, and rely on the heat of the oil temperature, it will magically condense into an egg cake!

For a while, the aroma overflowed, and Jin Chancan's scrambled eggs bobbed with tiny oil bubbles, shaking slightly.

Gentle claps and praise, "Dad! You are so god!"

"Hahahaha! Try it while it's hot!" Wen Shou was being slapped by a gentle buttock.

I just rebuked those words of Wen Ting, and now I have forgotten it!

柔 Gentle and can't wait to squeeze a piece of scrambled egg into her mouth with her little hand.

It's gone, it's gone, it's completely flowing into the throat without teeth, and it's just hot eggs.

"Tasting Dad's craftsmanship, a scrambled egg is enough!" Gentle intoxicated.

"Dad." Wen Ting called timidly from the side, but did not dare to eat.

"Roll over the table and wait for dinner!" Wen Shouzheng was still in a good mood, and now seeing Wen Ting's wandering snarled again.

"Dad, my brother and I went to call the uncle and the second uncle." As soon as Wen Ru saw the situation was not good, he pulled over the overwhelmed Wen Ting and ran away.