Chapter 34 Meat Floss (2)

There were several pieces of meat hanging next to the wooden barrel where the glutinous rice was placed. They were all lean pork meat with no fat at all. At first glance, it was the best quality in the market.

"Master Wen, take it for your own use!" Ji Caimai pointed to the pieces of meat and said to Wen Mingtang, and then said, "The vegetables from Zhuangzi haven't been delivered yet. You can come back to the warehouse later to pick out the food ingredients. By then, the vegetables will be attached." Let’s get it together!”

After saying this, Ji Caimai slashed his eyes at Master Wang who was looking around. Obviously, he hadn't scolded Master Wang enough yet and wanted to continue beating him.

When Wen Mingtang heard this, he responded and did not stay to watch Master Wang being trained. Instead, he took the lean meat and returned to the public kitchen with Ah Bing and Tangyuan.

When they returned to the public kitchen, Ah Bing couldn't wait to speak out. He said excitedly: "Sure enough, there is some use in buying some pumpkin cakes for Ji Cai. Today, I actually asked Master Wang to spit out the meat!"

Although this morning meal can be served with or without meat, it is better than nothing! What's more, Master Wen's ordinary breakfast dishes are so delicious. Now that this meat is in Master Wen's hands, there will be more tricks!

Wen Mingtang only smiled when he heard this and said: "This meat is a coincidence, I can use it for tomorrow's breakfast."

When it came to tomorrow's breakfast, Ah Bingtong's glutinous rice balls almost started to drool, and he quickly asked Wen Mingtang what tomorrow's breakfast would be.

Wen Mingtang, however, gave it up and said he had to process the meat first.

After that, wash the meat, cut it into cubes, put it in the pot and cook it.

This method of cooking meat is so ordinary. After looking at the glutinous rice balls for a while, Ah Bing couldn't stand it anymore.

Just as Tang Yuan's father's carriage entered the gate of Dali Temple, its axle got stuck in the door frame, so the two went to help.

They helped pull a carriage, but when they came back, the two of them were dumbfounded. However, they saw that the meat that had been cooked in the pot was now put into a white cloth bag, and Wen Mingtang was holding a rolling pin in his hand and beating it through the cloth bag.

I have never seen this done before.

The two people immediately gathered around and watched Wen Mingtang pounding the meat curiously. After watching for a moment, A Bing couldn't help but ask: "Master Wen, what are you doing?"

Wen Mingtang said: "Pork floss."

Making meat floss is not difficult at all, but it does take some effort and effort. After breaking the cooked meat along the texture through the bag, put it into the pot and add salt, sugar, sauce, etc. Sauce, stir-fry back and forth.

This is a job that extremely tests your patience and strength. Wen Mingtang handed the shovel to Ah Bing's hand, and watched as the moisture in the shredded pork in the pot was gradually fried out, gradually shrinking into a golden color, and its shape became more like cotton. Then he took the pot off the stove. Remove it, sprinkle cooked sesame seeds and golden flocculent pork floss, stir-fry briefly, and serve.

Ah Bing and Tang Yuan, who had been waiting for a long time, looked at Wen Mingtang eagerly, but Wen Mingtang said, "We'll talk about it later. Let's send some to Ji Cai to buy."

After saying that, he took the oil paper, wrapped a pack of meat floss, and took Ah Bing and glutinous rice balls to Ji Cai to buy them.

While they were making meat floss, Master Wang had disappeared. He had probably left after being scolded. Ji Caimai was sitting at the door of the warehouse, looking at the rice in the barrel next to him, with a sad look on his face.

"Ji Caimai." Wen Mingtang walked over, called him, handed the oil paper bag over, and said, "I made some meat floss from the meat just now, give it to Ji Caimai to try."

Ji Caimai had no intention of eating snacks at first, but he just heard her say "pork floss". He had never eaten anything called "pork floss", so he couldn't help but take a second look out of curiosity.

Even though this thing called "pork floss" is wrapped in an oil paper bag, you can already smell the aroma of "pork floss" through the oil paper bag. The fresh aroma of pork meat seems to be mixed with a strong aroma of sesame seeds.

The name of this thing is "meat", but he has never seen meat that is so light in weight and feels so strange in the tentacles.

After all, Ji Caimai couldn't help but open it and take a look. When he saw it, he was even more stunned: This golden and bright cotton-like thing is called meat floss?

Without the oil paper to cover it, the fragrance hit his nostrils even more. Looking at the flossy "pork floss" mixed with sesame seeds, Ji Caimai couldn't help it. He twisted a handful with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

The moment he entered the mouth, the expression on Ji Caimai's face suddenly lit up: Although it didn't look like meat on the outside, it was definitely pork meat after entering the mouth. It seems that all the essence of a large piece of meat has been condensed. The salty, sweet and spicy aroma of pork mixed with the aroma of sesame rushes into the tip of the tongue. The taste is even more different from ordinary large pieces of pork, with a slight hint of crispiness. Ji Caimai can guarantee that he has never seen such a strong taste even in the royal dining room of the palace.

Meat is supposed to be used as a staple food, but the one called "meat floss" is obviously also excellent as a snack.

Even though he was concerned about his face and still had the consciousness to "carry water", Ji Caimai couldn't help but twist a handful more and stuff it into his mouth. Then, while savoring the salty and sweet flavor on his tongue, he coughed dryly and said, "Zhuangzili." I brought some vegetables and eggs, and the eggs are very good, with big yellow cores, which may be useful for making breakfast."

Wen Mingtang naturally saw the eggs placed in the small dustpan. They were indeed very good as Ji Caimai said. After finishing the eggs, her eyes fell on the small jar of pickled vegetables. She paused and asked Ji Caimai: "What are the pickled vegetables sent by Zhuangzi today? Is it the same one from last time?"

Wen Mingtang was very satisfied with the taste of the pickled cabbage heads used to make salty soy milk. When he saw another jar this time, he couldn't help but ask about it.

Ji Caimai said: "It's different from the salty one last time. This time it's sour. It's sour and spicy cowpea."

Wen Mingtang said "Oh", and under Ji Caimai's gaze, he pointed to the jar of eggs and pickled vegetables and said to Ji Caimai: "Then I will take this jar of cowpeas and eggs for tomorrow's breakfast."

Ji Caimai said "hmm", but saw Wen Mingtang looking at the bucket of glutinous rice next to him again, and asked, "What's wrong? Are we going to use glutinous rice? Are we going to make glutinous rice porridge for breakfast tomorrow?"

He has tasted Master Wen's porridge-making skills today, and he does a good job. But there are many people who can make good porridge, and his mother is very good at it!

Originally, he was thinking about Master Wen's morning meal as a novelty, but now he guessed that Wen Mingtang was going to make the common glutinous rice porridge. Ji Cai's interest in buying it suddenly dropped, and he couldn't help but murmur in his heart: In this way, there is no need to get up early and come over for the morning meal tomorrow.

Just as he was thinking this, he heard Wen Mingtang's voice: "It's not that I want to make glutinous rice porridge."

The girl said: "It would be a pity if this glutinous rice is dumped. Why don't Ji Cai buy it and give it to me? I'll eat it tomorrow to make rice balls."

Ji Caimai, who had lost interest in what he said, suddenly became interested: "I know rice balls, but what is this rice ball?"

Wen Mingtang smiled and said: "It's hard to tell for a while. Ji Caimai would not be as good as coming to eat the morning meal tomorrow. Like today, I will save a portion for Ji Caimai, okay?"

The salty, sweet and crispy taste of meat floss has not yet dissipated in his mouth. Ji Caimai thought of the pumpkin cake dripping with brown sugar juice in the morning, resisted the urge to nod, and said a slightly reserved "hmm".