Free Web NovelChapter 719: Chapter 627: Tender and Rich, Northeast Soybean Paste Bones
Nightmare!
Wang Fan finally understood why these Northeast chefs were reluctant to make this dish when busy. It was truly exhausting!
He also didn’t want to use machine-made bean paste, which added even more steps than usual for him.
Fortunately, the result was satisfying enough to bring him some comfort.
"Wuwuwu... Brother Wang is so nice to our Northeast big frozen pears, so sweet, so soft, so delicious."
"Exactly, back home my kid hesitates to turn on the heater on the subway, has broken legs several times but never thought of adding a carpet to the stairs. Only Brother Wang treats us well. This Snowy Flowing Sand is absolutely delicious, it’s sweet to the heart!"
"From today, Northeast men may yield, but Brother Wang’s delicacies are our bottom line, this can never be given up!"
"That’s right, although I’m from Erbin, Brother Wang only returns a few days a year. If this is given up, once the tourists leave, Brother Wang follows, where will we find such good food? Even our Northeast kids need good food for nourishment!"
"The big frozen pears are really letting us down. Last year you had the chance, but none of you grabbed it. How did the landlady overtake then? Is it that Brother Wang’s cooking isn’t good, or maybe Brother Wang’s legs aren’t long enough?"
"If Brother Wang really gets taken away, the big frozen pears won’t let him go, would Brother Wang just roam around? Then wouldn’t we have delicious food every day?"
Wang Fan sold his Snowy Flowing Sand for a week, feeling like his arms grew thicker. Luckily, today he finally had a chance to make something simpler like salted fish.
Northeast sauce-braised bones, a top-tier dish in Northeast households, enjoyed on a warm kang bed-stove, with goose feather snowflakes dancing outside. Holding a club-sized bone in hand, mouth full of rich flavors, a bite of spring onion dipped in sauce, ah, that’s the ultimate enjoyment.
This dish might have a thousand flavors in a thousand restaurants, no one can claim authenticity, it’s just whose tastes better, but no one submits to another.
Wang Fan studied Northeast cuisine for a while. He found that even though Northeast dishes looked oily and rich, they didn’t use much seasoning. Dishes might be salty, but they didn’t have an overwhelming taste of spices, preferring the natural flavors of ingredients. So he developed his own sauce-braised bone method.
Watching the big frozen pears and smirking blossoms gathering around once again, Wang Fan said helplessly, "Why are you all here just past 8 o’clock? Today’s braised bones won’t be ready until two hours later. Come back then. Don’t just wait here, it’s freezing."
Wang Fan spoke sincerely, but it was of no use; no one moved at all.
"Brother Wang, don’t resist. Just prepare to work under our watch. I dragged myself out of bed at 6 o’clock; do you think I’m backing down just because of this cold?"
"Cold is impossible, two layers of autumn pants, one layer of cotton pants, one layer of fleece pants. Warm vest, cashmere sweater, and down jacket. My buffs are stacked to the max."
"With heating pads and hand warmers, I refuse to believe I’ll get cold."
"We won’t fight the little potatoes for the warming pavilion, we brought our own warming tools. Brought our home’s husky out for warmth."
The guy speaking held a defiant, triple-burn husky in his arms. This little thing, well accustomed to the cold, felt like using magic to beat magic when held close.
"If only we had Erbin’s dog, who would be afraid of the cold then?"
Wang Fan shook his head helplessly, "Ask the landlady for a heating pad if you feel cold, don’t catch a cold for a mouthful of food."
After saying that, Wang Fan didn’t speak again but earnestly began working.
After all, these people wouldn’t leave without buying something. Better to make a few more pots quickly so they could return home sooner.
Zhuo Qianqian was on the side calling out, "Free hot water, heating pads available, anyone in need can come and get some."
Uncle Er’s shop had plenty of kettles, and Zhuo Qianqian set up many disposable cups there. Anyone who couldn’t stand the cold could grab a heating pad to stick to themselves, or hold a steaming cup of hot water, bringing warmth to their body and heart.
Basically, everyone gathered around was watching Wang Fan prepare with great interest. First, they were curious about his preparation process, and second, the outdoor temperature in Northeast was too cold to hold a phone, as it would drain the battery in minutes.
Most people couldn’t cook, but some could. As they watched Wang Fan, they compared his methods to their own. Some differences started to become apparent.
"Hm? Brother Wang’s blanching technique seems a bit different, doesn’t it? The water’s barely boiling and he turned off the heat already?"
"And he blanches with low heat during the whole process. I usually use medium heat. Is there any advantage to this?"
"You’ll have to ask Brother Wang for that. I also use medium heat."
People from the Northeast are generally outgoing. They asked immediately upon having questions, "Brother Wang, I see you blanch with low heat the whole time and turn off the heat shortly after the water starts boiling. Is there a reason for this technique?"
Hearing this, Wang Fan explained, "This method retains the meat’s aroma and prevents excessive fat loss from the marrow. The stewed bones will taste better, and the marrow will be better preserved."
While speaking, Wang Fan, with bare hands, used a pair of long chopsticks to turn the big bones over. With the stoves all around, he certainly didn’t feel any cold.
