Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1841 - 1669: The Masters’ Calculations (Part 3)
In their area, they have the dish [Jingjie Fried Thousand-layer Tofu]; the thousand-layer tofu is actually tofu dried in sheets, also known as Baiye or simply called Qianzhang, essentially it’s just that.
The tofu chosen is a type of relatively tender dried tofu, slightly higher in water content and fresh; when fried with Jingjie, it brings out a unique fragrance that locals love.
If outsiders can’t get used to it, they won’t touch it at all, similar to stir-fried beef with cilantro.
But for lunch, what’s being made is Jingjie Tofu Soup, and Master Chai prefers using tender tofu, also called water tofu.
Sifang bought a small piece of it back, haphazardly diced it with a knife, and it’s ready to go into the soup with just a quick blanch!
Eating it plain now, there’s a distinct beany aroma and refreshing taste.
In the mouth, it’s cool and very tender.
He sighed:
"The tofu in this village is so well-made, why doesn’t Boss Lu just buy it all?"
Every time they bring back just a little, and the tender tofu tends to break easily, making the quantity especially low.
Anyway, this is good, that is good, wish we could fry 10 or 8 more dishes.
"With 4 of us, is 4 dishes and soup enough?"
Xiaozhou hesitated a bit.
Though it’s already 11 o’clock, once the rice is on, the two masters prepare and stir-fry the dishes very quickly, not delaying at all.
Master Chai shook his head: "Boss Lu instructed, his mom is dieting and only eats one bowl. In the middle of the day, after traveling, four dishes and a soup are enough; don’t make too much, save the bounty for the evening."
Looking at the surroundings and listening to his instructions, this boss is quite considerate.
No wonder at Changleju, our boss keeps emphasizing it is indeed a good place, totally worth it.
Thinking this way, it all depends on the strong competitiveness between master and apprentice!
The two exchanged a glance, unable to suppress their smiles.
...
Until lunchtime——
"So delicious!"
The dieting Lun Jing loudly praised the Bitter Melon Stir-fry Pork:
"I always said that Tantan’s Braised Pork is super tasty!"
The key is having always eaten Seventh Uncle’s cooking, now changing to a new chef is even more invigorating.
The large chunk of pork is scooped out and cut into smaller pieces; after blanching the bitter melon, it’s stir-fried, carrying a light bitterness that combines with the rich meaty aroma, pig fat’s fragrance explosively unleashed...
Clearly veers away from the conventional notion of "bland."
Lun Jing thus pressed a bowl of rice.
Master Xiao Zhou’s eyelid twitched.
The rice was cooked with some extra, but Master has already had an additional bowl, and as for himself, the second bowl is nearly finished, wanting another third...
Looking again at the table’s 4 dishes and a soup.
They’ve made a bit more than the hotel’s standard amount, which by reason should be enough for 4 people. But unexpectedly, before anyone places their bowl down, the dishes are nearly bottomed out.
Master Chai is still reflecting: "For the evening, we’ll make double portions; if there are leftovers, should we have them as a late-night meal?"
If eating, arrange for a midnight snack; if not, should the leftover dishes be collected to feed pigs or something?
Lun Chuan used to almost never eat leftovers, partly for health concerns, partly because of dislike.
But nowadays...
"You arrange it; if some dishes aren’t good reheated, keep them for the pigs. If some taste better reheated, just keep them."
Regarding double portions, there should be no problems whatsoever.
He just added:
"After lunch, I’ll take you to the village clinic; get familiar with the route. When shoulders and necks ache, go for free massages and moxa over there."
He makes the arrangements.
"Also prepare some hawthorn pills, digestion teas and thirst-quenching tea bags here."
Friends bringing their families, old and young, can’t afford to overeat and make themselves sick here.
Pausing for a moment, Lun Chuan supplemented:
"Tonight start with double portions, but if digestion is poor, tomorrow make less."
Eat small portions frequently, prepare more snacks, better than one meal making you too full.
The two masters nodded in agreement, memorizing it.
Upon hearing the village clinic has massages and moxa services, a delighted:
"The clinic has this enjoyment? With our muscle-bound shoulders, will the doctor manage?"
As chefs, standing there every day tossing and turning pans, not only a rural clinic’s doctor but even blind masseurs typically press people into chirping, pressing them there’s firm and dense muscles that could tire them out, leaving the masseur’s body drenched in sweat.
Without strength, they can’t manage!
Lun Chuan glanced at the two: "The two of you try and see."
