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The kitchen is very busy.
The chef has finished killing the fish.
The chef is a middle-aged man with an open-minded temperament, and he talked more after smoking a few cigarettes.
Said that he has worked here for more than ten years and is very familiar with everyone here.
Jiang Shuo probably knew the identity of the old man.
Qiu Ruizhong, the mayor of Zhonghai stepped down.
After retiring, some diseases left over from the wartime on my body recurred.
In addition, his children have all gone to work in Kyoto, so he has no choice but to live in Laogan Community for the elderly.
The position is not very high, but his status is very special!
Every year, people with a national name on their heads come to see him, and they come to represent the country.
The chef was in high spirits, and after talking a lot, he suddenly regretted again.
Patted Jiang Shuo on the shoulder and said: "Young man, the old leader has been here for more than ten years, and he always talks about his hometown several times a year."
"It's a pity that I don't know how to make Hunan cuisine. If you can make it, I will also thank you on behalf of the people in our nursing home."
"It's really not easy for people in their era. As far as the old leader is concerned, he still has three or four bullets on his body. It's hard."
Jiang Shuo was silent.
Suddenly, the picture I saw on TV in my previous life came to my mind.
During the military parade, special cars drove past slowly, the audience was silent, and the neat team saluted.
Sitting in the car are some old people who can't get old anymore.
Although the years are mottled and they don't know how long they can live, they still tremblingly returned a military salute to the motherland.
Became the cutest and most respected person in the audience.
Smiled: "Actually, I don't know how to do it either. I also want to ask a friend of mine."
"Thank you brother."
The chef patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and went about his own business.
Jiang Shuo looked at the miscellaneous fish in the basin, took out his mobile phone and made a call with Qianqian.
As soon as it was connected, I opened my mouth: "I need to make a dish, fish offal hot pot."
"When I was at your house the year before last, you cooked that dish for me."
"you teach me."
A shallow voice came: "Okay."
"Yes, you want me to make it for you now, and send it over?"
"No, I'm in a nursing home now, not in school, you teach me the steps."
"Well, good." Qianqian's voice was gentle and pleasant: "You, wash the ingredients in cold water first."
"No, you can't use warm water, it will smell fishy."
"Ok."
"Then, cut the ginger and peel the garlic."
"Is the pot burning red?"
"Put on the oil, saut¨¦ the ginger and garlic until fragrant."
"Okay, it's time to turn on the water."
"Don't touch the ingredients before the water boils, or it will be fishy."
Time passed bit by bit.
The phone call with Qianqian was never hung up, and Jiang Shuo listened carefully to what Qianqian said.
An hour later, all the hot water rolling in the pot turned milky white.
Jiang Shuo was sweating profusely, knowing that the dish was done.
Many chefs gathered around.
A chef spooned a bowl of soup.
After tasting some, he gave Jiang Shuo a thumbs up and was full of praise: "There is no chef who does not dislike fish offal."
"It's full of fishy smell, but I didn't expect you to achieve such a simple method without any fishy smell at all."
"The fishy smell of the offal is removed, leaving the freshest fish."
"admire."
Several other people also used small spoons to scoop some of it into the bowl, tasted it carefully, and also praised Jiang Shuo full of praise.
Jiang Shuo looked for it: "Without my friend, I would not be able to make this dish. I have never been in the kitchen in my life."
"Thank you guys."
A chef brought over a small bowl of green onions from the side: "The soup has no soul without chopped green onions. Let's take the pot and send it to the old leader."
"I think he'll love it."
Jiang Shuo didn't dare to mess around, so he asked on the phone: "Do you want to put chopped green onions?"
Qian Qian said, "Yes, of course."
"If you want fine onions, the soup will be fragrant and sweet."
"Success, then I'll hang up the phone first."
"Well, good."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Shuo poured the fish hot pot soup into the hot pot basin.
Sprinkle chopped scallions on the soup surface, emerald green, the finishing touch.
The color, aroma, and taste are all in place.
As for whether it is the smell that the old leader was looking forward to, it is up to fate
On the side of the canteen, Qiu Ruizhong sat with several veterans from Hunan Province.
As for the subordinates of the original unit who surrounded him to flatter him, they were all driven away by him.
The veterans on the table are all from Hunan Province.
They were all people who came from the battlefield and asked Qiu Ruizhong with a smile.
Everyone was curious why Lao Qiu suddenly called us together.
When Jiang Shuo's fish offal hot pot was served, all the veterans on the table looked solemn.
Jiang Shuo was busy making bowls for everyone.
After I finished, I said: "A friend in Hunan Province taught me to see if it is the taste that the leaders have been thinking about."
A veteran picked up the bowl tremblingly.
Take a small sip.
The pupils of both eyes shrank obviously, and then he drank directly from the bowl.
The same situation happened to everyone on the table.
Jiang Shuo saw that the eye sockets of several old people began to turn red.
Qiu Ruizhong did not express his opinion, but ate quietly.
But Jiang Shuo understood that it was the smell of Zidong Lake.
Although Qianqian's family lives in a mountainous area, Jiang Shuo remembered hearing her talk about it once.
Her family's ancestors migrated from the lake area to the mountainous area because of the war.
There are many fish in the lake area, and they all make a living by fishing.
It can be said that the various methods of fish have been brought to the extreme.
Originally, no one would eat fish viscera.
But later some poor fishermen always felt a little wasteful.
So every day when selling fish in the market, these fish heads and fish viscera were left behind and brought back.
Through their hands, they have evolved into delicious dishes.
It's just that this thing has a strong fishy smell, and most people don't know how to deal with it. It takes more than five or six catties of grass carp viscera to get this smell.
So it's hard to get it elsewhere.
Jiang Shuo wiped his sweat with a tissue.
He knew that the rosy eye sockets of these old men were not due to the good taste of his own cooking.
It's just that the familiar smell hit their hearts.
Qiu Ruizhong put down the bowl and looked at Jiang Shuo with a very kind smile: "Xiao Jiang, if you don't dislike our old man."
"Just sit down and eat with us."
"Yes, you are from our Hunan province, right?"
"Sit down and eat together!"
Several old men expressed their opinions one after another.
Of course Jiang Prisoner did not dislike it.
Why did he run up and down to do so much?
Huan Xiba is not to get close to these old men.
Quickly sat down.
There is no need to talk about the next scene.
Jiang Prison's horses and cattle are invincible, and they are as flat as a river.
These defenseless old men were coaxed into laughter.
What he didn't know was that it was on the other side of the cafeteria.
Weiwei was looking at Jiang Shuo as if she had seen a ghost.
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