After obtaining the final answer, the three of them finally felt at ease.
Then, the three pairs of eyes simultaneously stared at the bag in the center of the enamel basin, which was divided into several types of spicy dishes.
The popular spicy mixed vegetables could be bought in any vegetable market or market that sold cooked food products. If diners were not sure about the quality of the open-air stalls, they could also be found in large supermarkets.
This kind of cold dish was made on the spot and mixed according to individual tastes. With its simple taste and price, once it became popular, it quickly occupied the cold dish plates of every household.
The spicy dishes in front of them were made by Mr. Zhang, who lived in the agricultural market not far from 798 Community. His spicy dishes always had their own characteristics, so they quickly occupied the market of the 798 community.
They were the pig ears and pork knuckles of his meat dishes, as well as the fried bean skins and green vegetables of his vegetable dishes.
If one wanted to make a spicy dish, what was the essence of it?
Some people said that it deserved its name because of the unique seasoning and sauce.
This spicy dish was made of vinegar, garlic sauce, chili oil, cooking wine, and sesame paste. In front of these common seasonings, the deliciousness of the soup alone couldn't show off Old Zhang's culinary skills.
The reason why Mr. Zhang's salad could dominate the market and unify the vegetable paste was because of the choice of ingredients for salad.
Grandpa Zhang's pig ears were made from the ears of the smaller pigs. The ears of such small pigs were soft, and their cartilage was crisp but not too tough. Even the elderly with bad teeth could order a whole piece of braised pig ear for themselves when they were craving it. They could slice it up carefully and still be able to eat it.
A palm-sized ear could be bought for only six to seven yuan. You could take a sip of Lao Bai Gan and brag to the old neighbor who was playing chess for the whole day with a smile that showed your teeth.
Mr. Zhang's pork knuckles were the best. His pork knuckles with soy sauce were different from the usual pork knuckles, which had been sold for a long time.
On the contrary, the sweetness and saltiness were just right, and the taste was just right. When he cut a piece and placed it in his mouth, he felt the overflowing fragrance of the meat. It was incomparably crispy, but there was nothing good about it.
However, after being stirred by the sauce of Mr. Zhang's Spicy Mixed Vegetable, it was like a tiger with wings and a dragon with eyes. The slightly bland and soft pork knuckle absorbed the rich sauce and instantly became another kind of delicacy.
It no longer had the salty taste of other pork knuckles after being stirred. After eating the mixed dish, he still had to deal with a jar of cold water.
However, this was just the meat dish in Grandpa Zhang's home. The red but not spicy chili oil, the rich garlic juice, and the most appetizing vinegar were the signature dishes of Grandpa Zhang's home.
Stewing vegetables depended on the temperature of the fire, and every ingredient had its best temperature to take it out of the pot.
Seeing this, some people would say, "Tsk! You're just a stall in the market pushing a tricycle covered with a square glass cover. Why do you need to care about the ultimate taste?
Qin Guan was furious though, so he shouted angrily at the indifferent attitude of the onlookers.
As the saying goes, love what you do. Everything that was cooked to the extreme was a delicacy in the human world. As a food, it was just a filling meal regardless of its quality.
To be able to make the most common vegetables taste different, that was the true essence of delicacy.
Compared to those chefs who used top-notch ingredients and had lost their traditions, they were many times better.
The taste of home could only be felt by one's mother or one's grandmother. How many men would cry their hearts out when they tasted the taste of home in a small restaurant after so many years?
It was not just a taste, but also a feeling. It was the highest expression of a delicacy.
That was why the chicken soup, which was made of fresh chicken thighs in the morning, was calculated precisely according to the cooking time of the vegetables.
Every processed vegetable that was scooped out of the pot was quickly spread out and left to cool so that the color and taste of the vegetables wouldn't change due to the stuffiness.
Finally, the vegetables were stacked neatly according to the grain of each vegetable. The layers of oil bean skin, the neat strips of oil lettuce, and the light circle of the red spinach made the entire vegetable grid look like the most beautiful work of art.
Several carts of vegetables would be enough to fill a white porcelain plate for a family of three. For the three of them, it would only cost a dozen yuan.
Something was missing with dried white vegetables and spicy vegetables.
Qin Guan, who had just tasted the Red Star Erguotou, looked around the warehouse regretfully.
"Looking for this?"
After Ning Hao finished speaking, he used his chopsticks to drag out a piece of steamed bun from a small gap in the iron circle surrounding the stove.
It was a steamed bread baked on the stove. It smelled like dirt, but it didn't have the smell of fried wheat.
It was a simple device, but it reflected the wisdom of northerners to make use of multiple factors to keep warm in winter.
The stove could be used for heating, boiling water and tea, as well as cooking food.
The dried sweet potatoes and roasted sweet potatoes he ate when he was young were the masterpiece of this kind of stovetop.
The steamed bread was golden and crispy, and it was so hot that it couldn't be held. A large piece of pork knuckle was placed on top of the steamed bread, along with some tofu skin and shredded green vegetables mixed with sesame sauce.
The multi-flavoured juice penetrated through the golden fiber of the roasted wheat and took a big bite of the meat and vegetables at the right time. It lived up to Mr. Zhang's reputation as a delicacy.
It was filled with the fragrance of wheat from the mantou and the spiciness of the meat dish. It was perfectly blended on the taste buds.
The stimulation of saliva was also enriched by the stimulation of these food ingredients. As the throat swallowed, the saliva slowly moved to the stomach. Immediately, everyone's brain released a kind of signal called happiness.
The breeze from the north could not penetrate the double barrier of the honeycomb briquette stove and the radiator. The dim yellow light bulb also made the small group feel a little warmer for some reason.
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