Chapter 72 The Great Shift of the Universe: Homemade Goosegras Next
"Ah? Don't you know how to get it?" Qi Bosong suddenly grabbed the front of Zhen Xing and said.
Xiao Fuzi couldn't help blushing. Does the master blame him for his inability? Xiao Fuzi was very embarrassed, "hey hey" and smiled. But I was very nervous.
Zhen Xing heard what Qi Boxong meant, turned her eyes, and hurriedly followed Qi Boxong's words and said, "Xiao Fuzi, it turns out that you have been lazy these days!"
Xiao Fuzi was honest. When Zhenxing said this, he couldn't get off the stage, and he felt that he was not good at learning. He blushed like a big apple.
"Do you always know how to kill chickens? According to the method of killing chicken, take out the internal organs and leave only foie gras! Be careful when you put the knife, don't break the foie gras!" Zhen Xing said.
Xiao Fuzi hesitated for a moment. He has experience in killing chicken, but he is not good at taking foie gras! The chicken's internal organs can be withdrawn directly. Now the boss's wife wants him to take out foie gras. Isn't this killing chickens to get eggs? It's a joke.
It's a pity that the rookie of the monarch is the worry of loyalty. Since Xiao Fuzi took his money, he had to work for him. This difficult and glorious task fell on his head.
Xiao Fuzi was trembling. First, he cut the belly of the wild goose with a knife. Zhen Xing glanced at Qi Boxong and saw Qi Boxong staring seriously at the movements of Xiao Fuzi's hand, as if he were a commander.
As soon as the belly of the wild goose was cut, countless blood immediately came out. Zhen Xing hurriedly found a basin to follow, so as not to get the goose's blood everywhere.
After almost bleeding, Xiao Fuzi took out the bloody internal organs. Among them, a huge foie gras is amazing. Zhen Xing looked at the bloody goose liver and almost vomited. Qi Bo breathed a sigh of relief. Xiao Fuzi really didn't let him down.
"Madam, this should be foie gras!" Xiao Fuzi's bloody hands, one hand holding the goose's neck and the other hand holding the foie gras.
"Oc's it. Put the foie gras on that plate!" Zhen Xing pointed to a plate not far away and said.
Xiao Fuzi nodded and obediently put the bloody foie gras on the plate. He broke out the basin of goose blood again. Xiao Fuzi was really considerate and helped the Zhenxing couple clean up the kitchen. Zhenxing was very satisfied with this.
As soon as Xiao Fuzi left, Qi Bosong immediately asked, "If you have something, how can you toss around?"
Zhenxing is also in trouble. She has eaten this thing. However, it was bloody and made her have no desire to do it at all.
Zhen Xing looked at the thing from afar and couldn't figure it out. What should I do to make delicious and beautiful foie gras? Whatever, what's the matter?
For this foie gras, it can be said that it took a lot of effort. Seeing that Zhen Xing hesitated, Qi Bosong walked over and washed off the foie gras and other blood vessels and other debris, leaving only a fat liver. Cut the foie gras into a few slices. In case Zhenxing is successful, at least there is a spare one.
Zhen Xing thought about it, just make red wine foie gras.
How to put it, she still has grapes and wine. After thinking about how to do it, Zhen Xing began to take action.
Qi Bosong went to the battle in person. According to Zhen Xing's instructions, he fried the goose liver into golden yellow over high heat. After taking it out, wait for Zhen Xing to make juice.
Zhenxing wanted to pour the wine juice directly, but I didn't think it was that taste. So, after pouring half a bowl of wine into the pot, white vinegar was sprinkled.
"Can this work?" When Qi Boxong saw the sweet wine sprinkled with white vinegar, he couldn't help asking.
"No problem, don't worry! De Ling, the foreign woman in the palace, also told me how to do this in person!" Zhen Xing said excitedly.
As soon as he heard about the palace, Qi Bosong put away his words. Zhen Xing didn't feel lost her words and still boiled her soup. When the red wine was very thick, Zhen Xing suddenly thought of a particularly important thing!
There is no seasoning.
It is said that Baiwei salt comes first. Zhen Xing actually forgot to put salt, and more importantly, black pepper! Black pepper is a must-have in Western food! Where can I find black pepper these days? It's a little white pepper. Let's do it.
Zhenxing put a little salt and white pepper, and a pot of thick soup came out of the pot. Zhenxing poured the soup on foie gras. Qi Boxong had long been scared by the strange dishes of Zhenxing. How dare he be the first to do it?
Fortunately, there was a little Fuzi who came in from the outside with a clean goose. Qi Bosong seemed to see a savior and hurriedly shouted, "Xiao Fuzi, come and try it!"
Xiao Fuzi didn't reflect what was going on. Seeing that there was delicious food, he didn't think much about it, let alone modesty. He raised his chopsticks, picked up a large piece and put it in his mouth.
"How does it taste?" Zhen Xing hurriedly asked.
Xiao Fuzi only took two bites and immediately rushed to the door and spit it out.
Zhen Xing suddenly showed a disappointed look. The apple ring is not good, and this foie gras is not good. What's going on? Really! Xiao Fuzi wiped the corners of his mouth and saw Zhen Xing's eyes as soon as he came back.
"Master, it's not cooked inside. It's a fishy smell!" Xiao Fuzi said.
Zhen Xing looked back at Qi Bosong. Qi Bosong hurriedly said, "I'm not right, I'm not right!"
So, Xiao Fuzi was left to try the dishes. Of course, while tasting the dishes, under the leadership of Qi Boxong, Xiao Fuzi raised a fire in the backyard. Qi Boxong put the goose in a basin and stuffed his stomach with all kinds of spices. He put a layer of oil on the goose's body and sprinkled with salt. Xiao Fuzi passed through the goose's body with a stick and burned the goose in the yard.
The little tiger smelled the fragrance, strained his waist and ran out of the room. As soon as he saw the goose, the little tiger couldn't help drooling. Unfortunately, Xiao Fuzi, a bad guy, has a too high shelf. If he wants to jump on it, he may fall into the fire.
Although Xiaohu is greedy, he is not a fool. What's more, the goose won't kill him, so he had to do it and ran to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Zhenxing reuses the remaining two pieces of foie gras. There was pepper and salt in a small basin. Zhenxing put goose liver in a small basin and wanted to remove the fishy smell with cooking wine. However, she thought about it. Do foreigners know what cooking wine is?
Foie gras was marinated for about half an hour, and Qi Boxong caught fire. This time, Qi Bosong paid special attention to it. First, it should be cooked, and second, it should not be burnt. For this difficult goal, Qi Bosong paid attention to his whole body, and his whole body's attention was focused on his eyes. He stared straight at the foie gras.
When the foie gras frying until golden brown, Qi Bosong took the foie gras out of the oil pan. Zhen Xing picked up the foie gras. Sure enough, it was cooked inside, and there was no bloody smell.
The apricot remakes the sauce and pours the sauce on the foie gras. Xiao Fuzi took a bite and gave a thumbs up. Zhen Xing hurriedly tasted it herself, and it tasted really good. Objectively speaking, only the sauce tastes a little light.
Zhen Xing is very happy. This dish is not something that ordinary people can learn. It's far away, just this wine, only you have this technology, right? When it comes to selling, only the Liu family sells it, right?
As he was talking, the roast goose in the yard was cooked. Xiao Fuzi took the roast goose off the fire. It tasted really good. Xiaohu was so anxious that he circled around Zhen Xing back and forth.
It tastes really good. It will be better if it's hot. Unfortunately, the key is that it's too hot. If you want to separate the goose from the goose, you have to scald a big blister.
Zhen Xing put the piece of foie gras that Xiao Fuzi didn't eat into the little tiger's cat bowl. The little tiger was very happy to see something to eat. He jumped and followed Zhen Xing. As a result, the taste in its plate was different from that outside. Xiao Hu turned around dissatisfiedly and shouted at Zhen Xing.
Xiaofuzi brought the vegetable board. When the goose meat was not so hot, Xiaofuzi cut it down hard. After a while, the goose was removed into eight pieces, and Zhenxing tasted a bite while it was hot. Uh-huh, it tasted really good. I have nothing to say!
"In the past, when I was in my hometown, I often stole chicken. Unexpectedly, the taste of roast goose is more delicious than that of roast chicken!" Xiao Fuzi said.
Zhen Xing nodded and didn't want to talk nonsense with Fuzi. This goose meat is really delicious, especially, it doesn't need to be fed with feed. It's pure natural goose meat. It's really delicious!
This is another dish. Mother, I'm really smart! Zhen Xing is secretly happy.
An apple ring, a goose liver, and a roast goose. These three dishes are typical signature dishes, but Zhenxing is not satisfied. She tried to be perfect, and her eyes fell on the potatoes in the kitchen again.
At this moment, Qi Bosong put down the goose meat, walked to the yard, and kicked over the fire. Three or four baked potatoes were picked out from the bottom of the fire, which was really a creation. As soon as Zhen Xing thought of potatoes, Qi Bosong tricked out a test potato. Zhen Xing is overjoyed.
Qi Bosong served the roasted hot potatoes in a small basin.
In the past, we often baked potatoes in winter. This taste is really unusual!" Qi Boxong said excitedly.
The potato was so hot that Zhen Xing took out one and put it on the chopping board. Just as he was about to cut it, Qi Boxong suddenly waved his hand and said, "This doesn't work. The skin outside still needs to be peeled off!"
With that, Qi Bosong started it in person. After a while, his left hand and his right hand rotated to peel off the skin of the potato.
Zhenxing cut the hot potato into pieces, and sprinkled salt, cumin and minced chili on it. Qi Bosong picked up a piece. The potatoes were not crispy and soft. This plate of potatoes can be sold for ten large pieces.
Zhen Xing is not satisfied with Qi Bosong's statement, but it is an indisputable fact. Who can't cook this kind of food? Oh, it's really disappointing.
When Zhen Xing saw potatoes, she thought of KFC's mashed potatoes, which was liked by many people, especially women. Well, if only I could make mashed potatoes.
Zhen Xing hugged her heart and peeled a few potatoes and washed them clean. Throw it in the steamer, take it out when it's about time, and press the potatoes into mud with a spoon. I took a small bowl and put the mashed potatoes into it, like playing with a clay figurine when I was a child, carving a mold in the shape of a small bowl.