NOVEL NEXT Chapter 71 Claypot Rice
The eight casseroles ordered from Shopkeeper Tao have been delivered to the store. Ma Xi took two casseroles early in the morning and made two portions of bacon clay pot rice with bacon.
This bacon was a thank-you gift from Wu Yourao to Lu Da. Mao Xi used it to stir-fry bamboo shoots at home and liked the aroma of fruit wood after eating it once, so she bought three strips of bacon from Wu Yourao.
On the day when claypot rice was sold in the store for the first time, Ma Xi was worried that diners wouldn't be able to get used to the rice with the texture of crispy rice, so she cooked the rice moderately.
The first person to order claypot rice was Brother Dali, a regular customer during breakfast time. He had just finished delivering the goods in the morning and had not yet eaten breakfast. He followed the smell and came to the store.
The waiter Ah Xing brought the first portion of claypot rice to Brother Dali.
"Ah Xing, you still use a separate big bowl to hold rice?"
Ah Xing smiled and opened the lid of the casserole in front of Brother Dali, "Dali, this claypot rice puts the vegetables and rice in one casserole!"
Brother Dali was very hungry, so he took the chopsticks and was about to eat.
"Wait a minute!" Ah Xing stepped forward to stop him. Before serving the food, Mao Xi had already taught him how to show the customers how to eat the claypot rice.
He picked up a spoon and said to Brother Dali: "You need to use the spoon to stir the rice underneath in the casserole so that you can eat the rice underneath. This way it will taste delicious! Just take it out of the pot, be careful not to burn it!"
Brother Dali took the spoon and stirred the rice at the bottom of the casserole.
The crispy rice crust is mixed with fresh rice. The soft and fragrant rice is sandwiched with the crispy rice crust. It has a unique flavor in the mouth. It is also paired with a piece of bacon. The fruity aroma of the bacon reminds him of the days when he was eating wood-fired rice when he was a child.
Brother Dali abandoned his chopsticks and actually finished a whole bowl of claypot rice with a spoon.
"Ah Xing pays!" Brother Dali wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth and shouted.
"Brother Dali, our shopkeeper said that since you are the first customer of this dish, we will give you a 10% discount for only Wen."
Brother Dali had just finished paying the bill, and the diners at the next table who were drinking pot soup saw that his claypot rice tasted so delicious. They originally wanted to order hot dry noodles, but changed to claypot rice.
The two prepared portions of claypot rice were sold. Mao Xi immediately started the stove, placed four casseroles on the stove, and started making the "Bacon Claypot Rice" again:
Blanch the bacon and steam it into slices. Wash the rice that has been soaked in advance. Put the water in a casserole and boil it, then add the rice. When the rice is half cooked, add the bacon, cover the pot, and drizzle some oil on the side of the pot.
"Ah Shu, why are you pouring oil on me?" Grandma asked.
"This way the oil penetrates into the bottom of the rice and burns the rice at the bottom."
Add the vegetables, turn down the heat and bake slowly for about half a quarter of an hour. During this period, turn the casserole so that the fire touches each side of the casserole to create steam.
Mao Xi demonstrated, and the smell of burnt rice was already wafting out.
"Sister, what is pot gas?" Ajiao asked.
"Guo Qi, Guo Qi is the taste of eating firewood rice made by grandma at home!" Mao Xi replied.
Ajiao seemed to understand, and said: "Sister, I smell burnt rice!"
"Time's up!" Mao Xi opened the lid of the pot, sprinkled in chopped green onions, poured in soy sauce, then closed the lid, indicating to Xing that it was time to serve.
"Wow~ Sister, Ajiao will also eat this claypot rice at home from now on!"
Nalan Jue followed the scent into the store and came to the stove to watch Mao Xi cooking claypot rice.
"Miss Ah Miao, what's the name of this new casserole dish?"
Lou Lan'er pulled Nalan Jue aside: "Master Nalan, you are here to learn cooking secretly again! Are you here to eat?"
Nalan Jue covered her face with a fan and coughed lightly: "Miss Lan'er, you are making fun of me again. I came here to drink durian chicken soup today. I heard that this soup is good, I am very curious!"
When Ah Xing heard this, he immediately went to the steamer, took some soup and sent it to Nalan Jue.
Nalan Jue first took a spoonful of chicken soup, frowned slightly and drank it. The taste was within the acceptable range, and then took a bite of a piece of durian in the soup. The dense and fragrant breath filled the entire mouth and slid down the throat. When Nalan Jue reached his stomach, he felt that his whole body was surrounded by the aroma of bananas, pineapples and hundreds of other fruits.
He finally felt the beauty of durian, the king of fruits!
Even Nalan Jue himself couldn't explain that durian, a fruit he originally thought was "stinky", actually tasted so good in his mouth!
"Miss Ah Miao, thank you for letting me not miss the delicacy of durian..."
"Mr. Nalan, you are serious, you have taken the first step to try it!" Seeing that Nalan Jue, the city's gourmet food brand, could also accept the durian chicken stew, Ma Xi understood that her soup would not worry about sales in the future. .
Mabolo also came to the store after smelling the aroma. Today he ordered snail noodles. This dish had some sour bamboo shoots and the taste was sour and sour, but the gourmet traveler Mabolo was very happy with it.
Seeing Nalan Jue sitting next to him eating durian stewed chicken, Mabolo greeted him: "Hello, friend! Do you also like to eat this smelly and fragrant delicacy?"
Nalan Jue saw that his face and clothes were foreign, so he replied: "My dear Nalan Jue, you are the number one gourmet in Lihua Town. Who is your Excellency?"
"My name is Marlboro. You said you are the number one gourmet? Then we must be friends."
The two met late and started chatting about snacks and delicacies from various places.
After eating, Nalan Jue invited Ma Boluo to his house for a small gathering to continue chatting about food.
The claypot rice sells very well, and the bacon reserve can last for two days.
In the afternoon, Mao Xi went to Niujia Village alone. She planned to buy some sausages and bacon from Niu Sanhua.
Niu Sanhua hadn't seen Mao Xi for a long time and treated her warmly, insisting that she stay in Niujia Village for dinner.
"Sister Sanhua, how long does it usually take to make a batch of your sausages?"
"It only takes an hour and a half to marinate, and then it's dried for another half a month."
"Are you selling sausage casings? I also want to make some at home."
"Yes! Do you want lamb intestines or pig intestines?"
"Sheep intestines."
Niu Sanhua took Mao Xi to several butchers and bought some sheep intestine casings.
After dinner, Mao Xi drove the donkey cart home along the mountain road with the purchased sausages, bacon and casings.
After going over a hillside, I met a man with a sprained foot. He collapsed on the side of the road and asked for help.
Ma Xi stopped the car and asked, "Are you okay?"
This man was thin and yellow, with some dirt on his face, but his clothes were neatly dressed.
"I went to Lihua Town to find my friend. I accidentally sprained my foot on the way. Girl, can you give me a ride?"
"Just in time, I'm going back to Lihua Town too! Then I'll give you a ride."
Mao Xi was kind-hearted and hurriedly helped the man into the car, completely forgetting about the danger of meeting strangers when going out.
Sure enough, after Mao Xi drove the donkey cart less than 200 meters, he was hit on the back of the head with a stick, his vision went dark, and he fainted.