The Boss of the Yan Family in Siheyuan

After get off work in the evening, Yan Jiecheng went to the vegetable market and bought a chicken, a fish, two pieces of tofu and some vegetables.

That's about it. After all, there are only a few people in the electrician team, and they can't finish the work even if they do too much.

The next morning, before dawn, Yan Jie got up and got dressed to prepare the vegetables he bought last night.

I was thinking about what to cook for a long time last night. The key is that the seasonings are not very complete right now, so I can only pick and choose.

As for the chicken, it will be made into saliva chicken, and the tofu must be Mapo tofu. As for the six-pound snakeheaded fish, it is most suitable to make pickled fish. If you don’t have Sichuan pickles at home, you have to borrow them from others.

Let’s wait a moment. Let’s make the tofu and chicken first. The chicken is okay and doesn’t need to be processed. It was already processed when we bought it, otherwise it will take a lot of time.

Chop the whole chicken into pieces and cook it, then use sugar, sesame paste, ginger and garlic juice, sesame oil, chopped green onion, cooking wine, cooked white sesame seeds, soy sauce, cooked peanut mince, cooked oil chili, and vinegar to make a sauce, stir well and pour

Above, such an authentic saliva chicken is ready.

Then there is Mapo Tofu. To make Mapo Tofu, you don’t need bean paste. Instead, use home-made yellow soybean paste. There is also no minced beef, so use minced pork instead. In a few minutes, a not-so-authentic Mapo Tofu is ready.

, I have never tasted the authentic taste, but it still smells very fragrant.

When I finally made the pickled fish, I didn't have Sichuan pickles, so I took a few eggs and exchanged them with Uncle Li next door for a small can. Although theirs was Northeast pickled cabbage, I could only make do with it.

The last dish, the not-so-authentic pickled fish, was also served.

The aroma of the three dishes was everywhere in the front yard, causing the neighbors to complain.

"Who is this? The cooking is so delicious so early in the morning, and it doesn't let anyone sleep."

"Hey, it smells so good. Who made this?"

"Why does it smell like the third uncle's house?"

At this time, Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiedai were also greedy, leaving Halazi to stare at the three plates of food.

"Wei, you two, make sure your saliva doesn't drip onto the plate. Stop looking and get a plate over. I'll share some with you."

Yan Jiecheng was very wealthy. This fish alone weighed six kilograms, and there was also a chicken weighing more than three kilograms. The five people on the electrician team would definitely not be able to finish it.

After taking the plate handed over by Yan Jiekuang, he took out a little bit of each dish, and then heated up the leftover Erhe noodle steamed buns from last night, and then let the two little guys run back to the room with the plates and steamed buns to eat.

After looking at it, there was still one lunch box left, and Yan Jiefang couldn't hold three dishes in it. In the end, he couldn't help but steal Yan Bugui's lunch box, so he only packed three dishes.

I also imitated Silly Zhu and found a net bag to put the three lunch boxes in. It felt good to carry it. Sure enough, lunch boxes and net bags are standard equipment for chefs.

At this time, Yan Bugui walked out of the room. He was too excited by the smell of the food to sleep, so he got up. As soon as he got up, he was startled to see two children eating there. When he asked, he found out it was the elder.

My son gave it to me, so I felt relieved.

"Jie Cheng, when did you learn to cook?" Yan Bugui asked in confusion.

"Hey, didn't I buy a new recipe book and just learn to practice my skills? Why do you want to learn it too? If you want to learn it, I can teach you. Don't worry, I won't charge you any money."

"What are you talking about? Your mother is here and you still use me. I just want to ask, by the way, where is my lunch box? Why is it missing?"

"Hey, don't ask me to use it."

"You use my lunch box. If you want me to eat lunch, bring it back to me quickly." Yan Bugui said anxiously.

"Dad, how about you figure out how to eat when I give you three eggs?"

When Yan Bugui heard that there were eggs, he didn't care what kind of lunch box it was. He immediately agreed: "This will work, that's it."

Yan Jiecheng saw him standing there without moving, and knew that these were eggs waiting for him, so he immediately went back to the house and took three eggs and handed them to him. Yan Bugui then left with a smile.

With such a father, he must have committed so many sins in his previous life, well, it must be quite a lot.

The whole meal was filled with the smell of cooking fumes, so I quickly went into the house and took a towel to the sink to wash up.

At this time, Shazhu also got up. He also smelled the smell when he was cooking. After all, as an excellent cook, he must be very sensitive to smells.

When I came out to inquire about it, I found out that it was actually made by Yan Jiecheng. I was so shocked that I almost broke the faucet. This... I didn't hear anyone in their family knew how to cook.

So I planned to go to the front yard to ask, but I felt uncomfortable if I didn't ask clearly. When I arrived in the front yard, I saw Yan Jiecheng washing his face in the sink.

"Hey, Yan Jiecheng, was it you who cooked just now?"

"What's wrong? If it's not me, is it you?"

"The third aunt in your family doesn't know how to cook?" Silly Zhu asked puzzledly.

"Of course my mother can't. This is an ancestral inheritance of our old Yan family. It is passed down from male to female." Yan Jiecheng said nonsensically.

"Ah, this...these three uncles don't know how to cook?" Silly Zhu wondered. Usually the third aunt cooks, but these three uncles have never even cut vegetables. How come it has been passed down from ancestors? The Yan family is not a poet.

Heirloom writer, how come he has a cooking skill? Silly Zhu’s limited brain capacity is not enough.

"Hey, our family is passed down from generation to generation. My dad doesn't know how to teach. How can a teacher still hold a kitchen knife?"

"Which Sichuan cuisine is passed down in your family?" Silly Zhu wanted to know if it had any connection with his family. There was a spice in the fragrance he just smelled that must have been secretly made, similar to the one he had in his hand.

But it's different. Let's see if we can fool him. If it doesn't work, we can just exchange them. Sichuan cuisine is not passed down from his family anyway.

"Our family is from Lao Tzu's school." Yan Jiecheng continued to lie.

"I, I haven't heard of this sect either?" Silly Zhu muttered to himself.

"You haven't heard much. Okay, stop being in the way. I have to go to work."

After saying this, he asked Yan Jiefang to sit behind him with his net bag, and Yan Jiecheng rode towards the factory on his bicycle.

When I came to the office, I put my net bag on the table. I checked the circuits in each workshop with Yan Jiefang and fixed the problematic ones. Then I went back to the office to read.

………

At noon, Yan Jiefang bought steamed buns from the canteen. The five of them sat around the table and looked at the three hot dishes placed on the table.

"Okay, everyone, let's use chopsticks and try to see how it is done and whether it suits everyone's taste." Yan Jiecheng said with a smile.

"Hey, I feel good even after tasting it. It seems that you are a versatile person, Jie Cheng, and this dish is really good." Hu Dajun said, taking a mouthful of pickled fish and putting it in his mouth.

"It's really good, but this pickled cabbage is a bit bad. I heard that authentic pickled fish must be made with Sichuan kimchi to be delicious."