Reborn in 1977

Chapter 377: Honest and Reliable

For things like chickens, ducks, and geese, the common cooked food methods are nothing more than two: either braised or roasted.

Since the "roasting" technique requires a high level of skill from the chef and it's difficult to control the heat, Chen Fan decided to put it on hold for the time being and first teach them the relatively simpler "braising".

In later generations, there were many varieties of braised dishes, such as red braising, salt baking, spicy, pickled pepper, soy sauce flavor, five-spice, cold salad, etc… Chen Fan didn't plan to teach them all.

Good things should be taken out slowly. If you take them all out at once, how will you develop in the future?

Besides, what if someone copies them?

As long as the cooked food store in Lujiawan opens in the county, Chen Fan is sure that at least the surrounding production teams in the county will definitely get involved. At the latest, within 3 months, there will be competitors.

In market competition, the advantage doesn't need to be a big lead, just a little bit is enough, and the rest can be released slowly.

So, combined, it's very simple.

Chen Fan took out a braising spice packet wrapped in white cloth and said seriously, "Don't think that making cooked food is complicated. In fact, it's very simple, so simple that as long as you follow the requirements, process the chickens, ducks, and geese properly, and then just throw them into the braising liquid and cook them.

So everyone, relax and learn carefully. However, there are two key points here. One is the braising spice packet in my hand, and the other is the method of processing chickens, ducks, and geese. Don't think that you are all experts in the kitchen. Let me ask you, who among you can make chicken without any fishy smell?"

The 30 people present looked at each other, and there was silence.

They rarely slaughter chickens twice a year, so how would they know the correct way to slaughter a chicken?

Guangdong may be the place in the country that loves to eat chicken the most. There is a term called "劏 鸡" (tāng jī), which in Cantonese means the process of slaughtering a chicken and cleaning its internal organs.

Whether the chicken is delicious or not starts with 劏 鸡.

The chicken slaughtering technique that Chen Fan learned came from a personal demonstration by a Cantonese cuisine master in later generations, and it was the most particular white cut chicken that removes the fishy smell.

If this kind of chicken is not made well, it tastes ordinary, and some people may even find it unpalatable, but if the technique is in place and the heat is just right, Chen Fan can eat three plates in a row without panting.

He couldn't reproduce it before, but now, with his skills, it's not a problem at all. Not to mention that now it's braising, which is even easier.

In addition, that packet of braising spices also came from a personal demonstration by a braising master, and a video that completely analyzed the braising spice formula.

I have to say that there is a lot of dross in the short videos, but there are also many essences. You can find all kinds of tutorials. Look, isn't it being used now?

He looked at the silent female workers and smiled proudly, "They all have a fishy smell? Do you know why?"

He threw the braising spice packet on the table and said with a smile, "That's because your knife skills for slaughtering chickens are not right. But, as long as you do as I say, the braised chicken you make will only have fragrance and no fishy smell."

Clap clap clap…

The female workers immediately applauded enthusiastically.

Although they felt that the chickens they slaughtered were also very fragrant when cooked, and they didn't smell any fishy smell, and they didn't understand what Teacher Chen was talking about knife skills, what knife skills were there for slaughtering chickens?

But it doesn't prevent them from applauding!

When they went out, whether it was their ancestors, parents-in-law, husbands, relatives, seven aunts, eight aunts, or the team leader, accountant, storekeeper, militia squad leader, neighbors, they all repeatedly told them that they must listen to Teacher Chen after they came, especially pay attention not to be eliminated, otherwise,…

Terrible things might happen!

So the female comrades here are all particularly serious, for fear of missing half a sentence, and then they will be eliminated.

Chen Fan was watched by so many adoring eyes and couldn't help but feel a little elated. Thinking of Yang Xingxiu, who had just spoken for more than 20 minutes, he finally understood why she talked so much.

Being watched by this kind of eyes, it is indeed easy to talk a lot.

However, Teacher Chen is a person who has seen the world, so naturally he will not be lost in these adoring eyes.

He immediately coughed dryly and continued to explain the production process, "I will talk about the skills of slaughtering chickens later. In addition, ducks and geese also have different slaughtering skills, but you don't have to worry, let's do it one by one, as long as you can learn it before August 30.

By August 31, you will have to go to the county to produce large quantities of cooked food to prepare for the opening on September 1. Next, I will talk about how to cook it. Let's start with theory, then practice, and then combine theory and practice…"

…

In the front yard office, listening to the screams coming from the middle yard, Secretary Yang bit his pipe and dared not say anything.

Xiao Liewen next to him couldn't help it, leaned forward and looked at Ye Shubao and asked, "How many chickens did you prepare for them?"

Ye Shubao said blankly and stretched out his hand to make two gestures.

Xiao Liewen blinked, "35?"

Zhang Wenliang, sitting in the corner, was stunned, "So many?"

An Quan wiped the tears from the corners of his mouth, "These chickens are so pitiful. Killing so many chickens at once, what will happen later."

Ye Shubao sighed faintly, "Today there are 35 chickens and two pig bones, tomorrow there will be 35 ducks, the day after tomorrow 35 geese, and then 35 rabbits. If it's not enough, we may have to add more… It's a huge loss!"

Before the others could swallow their saliva, Yang Xingxiu ran back, clenched her fists, and said excitedly, "It's so exciting, killing more than 30 chickens at once, the blood splattered everywhere,…"

"Ah?"

Secretary Yang stood up suddenly, his eyes widened, "Blood splattered everywhere?"

Then he clenched his fists and scolded repeatedly, "Prodigal son, prodigal son, that's chicken blood, can't it be made into chicken blood tofu? They can't even catch the blood properly, is this the person they chose? I'll skin them…"

Yang Xingxiu quickly said, "Dad, Dad, it's not that exaggerated."

Secretary Yang glared at her, "Didn't you say that? Blood splattered everywhere, where is it exaggerated?"

Yang Xingxiu swallowed and said cautiously, "I just used a little rhetoric."

"Rhetoric?"

Secretary Yang glared at her, "I think you are the one who needs to be repaired."

As he said that, he was about to roll up his sleeves, and Zhang Wenliang was about to rush up to stop him.

You can't beat your daughter in public.

Seeing this, Yang Xingxiu quickly said, "Actually, what I said is true. When have you ever seen a chicken slaughtered without spilling a drop of blood? The chicken is alive and kicking, so it will always spill a little, right?

They killed chickens together with 30 people, plus Xiao Chen, and occupied the entire yard. If everyone spills a little, wouldn't the blood splatter everywhere."

As soon as these words came out, Secretary Yang was silent after hearing it, Zhang Wenliang retreated silently, and An Quan and Ye Shubao covered their eyes.

Finally, everyone looked at Zhang Wenliang.

Zhang Wenliang was a little confused, "Why are you looking at me?"

An Quan curled his lips slightly, "Because those who are near vermilion are red, and those who are near ink are black."

Yang Xingxiu glared her eyes, looking very much like her dad, and said to An Quan softly, "What did you say?"

An Quan immediately sat up straight and cleared his throat. "I mean, you only collaborated with Teacher Chen once, and you can describe it so accurately, which shows great progress. But some people are with Teacher Chen every day, but haven't made much progress, which is really worth pondering."

Yang Xingxiu glanced at him, then glanced at someone else, silently lamenting in her heart that there really wasn't much progress!

At this moment, a strong smell wafted from the backyard, somewhat unpleasant, yet very appealing.

Yang Xingxiu's eyes lit up instantly. "It's starting to scald the chicken to remove the feathers! I'm going to take a look."

With that, she ran out in a puff of smoke.

Zhang Wenliang immediately shook his head and sighed, "He's already 24 years old, and still not stable at all."

Secretary Yang immediately looked at someone, his teeth grinding.

The people next to him were so scared that they didn't dare to say a word, even Xiao Liewen, the boldest, silently lit a cigarette.

An Quan glanced at someone who was also 24 years old, silently stood up, and walked towards the middle courtyard in the back.

…

Killing the chicken and draining the blood, plucking the feathers and gutting the chicken, then putting the chicken into hot water that is steaming but not boiling, and adding ginger and scallion knots, stirring constantly until the blood is drained, then taking the chicken out and setting it aside, and then processing all kinds of chicken giblets.

Thirty people lined up in a six-column, five-row formation, squatting in front of basins to process the giblets. Chicken kidneys, chicken livers, chicken hearts, and chicken gizzards were relatively easy to handle, but the most difficult to handle was the chicken intestines.

The chicken intestines had to be cut open first, and then cleaned thoroughly.

Here, Chen Fan specially prepared wood ash, mixed into the water, which could help to clean quickly.

When Yang Xingxiu came over, she saw them processing the chicken giblets, first swallowed her saliva, slowly approached Chen Fan, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Chen, what are you going to do with so many chickens later?"

Chen Fan turned to look at her and smiled, "You have to ask your dad about this."

Yang Xingxiu was very speechless. "My dad has never dealt with so many chickens."

She looked at the female workers and said with a smile, "I only saw this kind of scene when I was a child. At that time, the production team ran a canteen, and everyone ate in the canteen. It was like this when chickens and pigs were slaughtered."

After speaking, she sighed softly, "Unfortunately, we only had half a year of good days, and then we suffered for several years."

Chen Fan's mouth twitched slightly, feeling that there was a gaze watching him in the dark, he quickly coughed and changed the subject, "Why don't you go and ask for his opinion? The weather is hot now, and the braised food won't last long, it's best to finish it within a day or two."

So Yang Xingxiu, who had just run over for less than two minutes, turned around and ran back again.

Then it was An Quan's turn.

He walked to Chen Fan's side, handed Chen Fan a cigarette, took out a second cigarette and prepared to put it in his mouth, but Zhang Wenliang, who had rushed over, snatched it away.

The three people stood in a row, three wisps of smoke curled up, their eyes all looking at the 30 large wooden basins.

After a while, An Quan said, "I want to eat it even when it's raw. If it's made into cooked food and sold, there will definitely be many people buying it."

Zhang Wenliang stared intently, "How much should this thing sell for?"

Chen Fan flicked the ash, "Raw chicken in the market sells for about 1.2 yuan. Our braised food is all cooked, and you can eat it when you buy it home, so it must be doubled, and the giblets will be 20% off."

In the future, chicken giblets at braised food stalls will be more expensive than chicken, but that's not possible now. Chicken giblets don't have any fat and can only be tasted. They are not as good as chicken, which, although it doesn't have much fat, can still fill your stomach.

The two looked at him together, "So expensive?"

Chen Fan shrugged and turned to smile, "Don't say it's expensive yet. When An-ge reports this price, see if the Bureau of Commerce approves it."

Seeing the puzzled expressions of the two, Chen Fan smiled and said, "Have you eaten in restaurants? A plate of braised chicken pieces only has half a chicken, but it sells for 2.6 yuan. They can make 3 plates from one chicken, selling for 7.8 yuan.

And the side dishes and seasonings add up to less than 40 cents. The chickens they buy are wholesale prices, which is 90 cents a pound, and at most, it goes through the vegetable market and they count it as one yuan. Then, according to a 3-jin chicken, the cost is only 2.7 yuan. In fact, 3-jin chickens are rare, and 2.5-jin chickens are normal.

So, a 2.7 yuan chicken, plus less than 40 cents for side dishes and seasonings, let's count it as 3 yuan in total, which is definitely more than enough. But how much do they sell it for? A full 7.8 yuan, how much did they earn?"

After listening to Chen Fan's analysis, An Quan, who had just thought it was expensive, couldn't help but nod repeatedly, "They earn one and a half times, and we only double it. Besides, the giblets are 20% off, this price is definitely appropriate!"

While speaking, everyone had cleaned up the chicken giblets and rewashed them twice, then piled them into a large dustpan.

Chen Fan turned and walked to an earthen stove in the corner, threw a large braised spice pack in, and in a short while, the entire courtyard was filled with the aroma of braised spices.

In the large pot, two leg bones were faintly visible in the boiling water, and the soup had also boiled into a milky white color. However, with the addition of the braised spice pack, the color of the soup became darker and darker, and it was quickly boiled into a pot of braising liquid by the fire.

While Chen Fan was throwing in the ingredients, he explained to them how to boil this soup base, how to put in the braised spices, what to put in first, and what to put in later. These are all important, emphasizing a rigorous process and striving for excellence.

At the entrance of the courtyard passage, Secretary Yang bit his cigarette holder, but couldn't help but frown, "Xiao Chen is teaching so meticulously, he's directly taking out the recipe, Old Ye, you have to tell these people to be careful, the skills learned from here must not be spread, otherwise, don't blame me for not saying the ugly things first."

Ye Shubao had just nodded when Yang Xingxiu next to him covered her mouth and said in a low voice, "Dad, don't worry, the key to this braised food is in the secret recipe for the ingredients. Only I know the secret recipe, and I prepare all the materials. I have already told Gui Xiang and Xiao Lan that all the waste material packs will be collected and burned together to ensure that they will not be leaked."

Hearing this, several people immediately nodded repeatedly, "This is a good way."

Team Leader Zhang, "So as long as we keep a tight grip on the braised spice recipe, others won't be able to steal this thing!"

Secretary Yang smiled and lit the tobacco in the tobacco pot, "With this method, we won't be afraid even if the cooked food workshop gets bigger in the future."

Xiao Liewen grinned and smiled, "Xiao Chen doesn't have any other advantages, he's just meticulous, honest and kind. You can rest assured when he does things."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at him together.

Everyone understands meticulousness, and honesty can also be understood. After all, he didn't go to the prefectural committee's unit and just settled down in Lujiawan, but… honest?

Where did you get this conclusion from?