"Chirp Chirp Chirp"
In the warm morning light, the sky showed a trace of white, mixed with a trace of gray.
"Ding Ling Ling, Ding Ling Ling"
The familiar ringing woke Yuan Zhou up from his deep sleep. He opened his eyes in a daze for a moment and then woke up. He got up quickly and washed up. After changing his clothes according to his usual pace, he planned to go out for a jog.
After greeting the rice as usual, he started to jog.
Even though it was already spring, the temperature in the morning was still quite cold. At least, the air exhaled by Yuan Zhou could turn into white mist. Occasionally, the cold wind blew, rustling.
He ran the same route every day, so he was very familiar with it. Besides, he knew all the neighbors he would meet. Yuan Zhou greeted everyone he met with familiarity. Usually, Yuan Zhou wouldn't stop during the jog, but he stopped today.
"Aren't they the old grandpa and grandma who came here before?" Yuan Zhou had quite a deep impression of them. The two old people had been traveling in Chengdu for more than half a year and had just returned a few days ago. The old grandpa was quite mean, but the old grandma was used to it and always smiled.
In fact, it was quite normal to meet the two old people in the morning. After all, the old people slept less and got up early.
But what attracted his attention was what the old grandpa and grandma were doing.
"Old man, come and see." The old grandma seemed to have found some treasure and shouted hurriedly.
"Why are you shouting? You're not young anymore. What is it? Let me see." The old grandpa walked over slowly.
Next to a tree, not knowing whether it was because of the plants or the environment, the cold wind would gather at the place where the old grandma was standing, making it seem windy.
The wind blew the gauze shawl on the old grandma's body up.
"Look, look." The old grandma loosened her tied hair. Instantly, her silver hair was blown by the wind and danced in the air.
The old grandpa pursed his lips. The expression on his face seemed to be saying that it was too childish. But his body was still very honest and he walked over.
"Huh? The wind is getting bigger. Interesting." The old grandpa first reached out his hand and felt it was really windy.
Then, he also stretched his head over. The old grandpa didn't have many hairs on his head, but now, he was standing alone in the wind.
The old man and the old woman stood next to the tree, their hair messy.
Yuan Zhou originally wanted to go forward and remind them not to catch a cold, but then he stopped and said, "The relationship between these two is really good."
Therefore, the person you choose to grow old with was very important. These two elders were a clear example.
He continued his journey and arrived at the Standby Noodle Restaurant. After eating the noodles, he returned to Master Chef Restaurant, intending to prepare breakfast.
"What should I prepare for breakfast today?" Yuan Zhou rubbed his chin, a little undecided.
Yuan Zhou glanced around the kitchen and suddenly saw the big casserole he took out when he made the fish head casserole yesterday standing quietly by the wall.
With a flash of inspiration, Yuan Zhou immediately said, "System, give me a few clay pots and matching stoves. I plan to make clay pot porridge today."
"Okay, Master Host." The system displayed the words neatly.
In the blink of an eye, a small stove appeared on the countertop in front of him and matched with the clay pot. The clay pot wasn't very big. Yuan Zhou estimated that it could at most scoop six to seven bowls of porridge from one pot.
"There are too few clay pots and stoves. I plan to prepare two kinds of porridge today. Please prepare four clay pots and stoves like this for me." Yuan Zhou calculated for a while. Four stoves for each person and two of the same size should be enough.
This time, the system didn't say anything and directly prepared the stoves and clay pots.
Yuan Zhou directly picked up the clay pot and started to wash it. Normally, if it was a new clay pot, it should be soaked in cold water for at least 24 hours. Only in this way could it last for a long time.
The clay pot provided by the system felt slightly moist the moment Yuan Zhou touched it. Then, he knew it must have been processed in advance and could be used after washing it.
Porridge played an important role in the long history of Chinese culinary culture. Almost every family would eat and cook porridge.
To the Chinese who liked to flatter others and think it was a good omen, the thick and dense porridge symbolized the family and made people feel comfortable. Naturally, the porridge itself also had nutritional value. Therefore, the status of porridge was unshakable.
It was the first time for Yuan Zhou to prepare porridge as breakfast in the morning. He didn't intend to make plain porridge and pickled vegetables. Although the food produced by The Kitchen God was definitely delicious, he intended to make something different this time.
Porridge was divided into sweet porridge and salty porridge. Therefore, Yuan Zhou intended to make the salty porridge.
"Let's make fish fillet porridge and sea shrimp porridge." Yuan Zhou thought for a while and decided.
Chaoshan Clay Pot Porridge was a kind of Cantonese cuisine. After washing the clay pot, he carefully let it dry.
"Hua La"
Yuan Zhou poured the porridge into the container carefully. After washing it with water, he soaked it in the clear water and waited to put it into the pot.
Then, Yuan Zhou neatly processed the other ingredients, such as the fish and prawns.
After thinking for a while, although it was a Cantonese cuisine porridge, Yuan Zhou didn't rigidly choose the ingredients of Guangdong Province when choosing the ingredients. For example, the fish, he chose the Elegant Fish, which was unique to Sichuan Province. Needless to say, the delicious taste of the Elegant Fish had attracted many scholars and poets to write poems to praise it. For example, the Poet Sage Du Fu once wrote a poem, "Fish knows the beauty of the Third Acupuncture Point, and wine does not need to be drunk."
The Elegant Fish was known as the Third Cave Fish in ancient times. Therefore, this poem not only talked about the delicious taste of the Elegant Fish, but also praised the taste of the Bamboo Wine.
Moreover, if the taste of the Elegant Fish was cooked in the clay pot, the taste would be better reflected. This was also the reason why Yuan Zhou chose the Elegant Fish.
Naturally, the fresh ingredients of Guangdong Province were chosen for the sea shrimp. However, because it was used to cook the Clay Pot Porridge, the size of the shrimp provided by the system wasn't particularly big. It was only the length of a woman's middle finger, which was neither too big nor too small. It was just the right size for the clay pot.
"Ka Cha, Ka Cha"
He first processed the whiskers of the shrimp and then picked out the shrimp thread. Yuan Zhou's movements were very fast. His five fingers moved agilely as if he was dancing.
As for the elegant fish, it naturally needed to be marinated first and then processed in other ways. When cooking the Casserole Porridge, the essential broth had already been boiling in the corner of the kitchen with a sound of "Gulu Gulu Gulu". It was always prepared by Yuan Zhou. No matter if he was cooking noodles, porridge or soup, a little broth could enhance the freshness.
It could be said that a pot of stock should be prepared at any time in a kitchen. This was the basic operation.
Just when Yuan Zhou was preparing to cook the porridge, a line had already started to form outside.
"Hey, Wu Hai, haven't you sobered up from yesterday's alcohol? Why are you drooling?" It was rare that Wang Hong, who hadn't slept for a whole night, directly came to snatch the position.
Unfortunately, he was still the second. Of course, if Zhou Xi was here, he would be the third. Otherwise, if Zheng Jiawei was here, he would be the fourth.
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