MTL - Home Cook-v2 Chapter 760 Fried river prawns (ah, I'm hungry, I want to eat fried prawns too)

?Boiled river prawns in oil, a traditional Han nationality dish in Shanghai, Jiangsu and Zhejiang. It is a treasure on the feast and a home-cooked dish, which is very popular with locals. Pineapple

This is a dish that I have liked very much in my past life. After deep-frying the fresh shrimp, it is crisp and tender. There is no need to peel the shrimp shell like other shrimp dishes. Shrimp tastes good.

The scene of the golden-colored, shiny fried shrimp neatly placed on the dinner plate makes people drool just thinking about it, and when I think about that bite, there is a crisp "click" sound. The sound, the appetite that was aroused could not be suppressed completely.

It's a pity that although fried shrimp is delicious, delicious fried shrimp is not something that ordinary people can make.

Although the introduction said that fried river prawns can also be included in the ranks of home-cooked dishes, the ordinary fried prawns that are randomly fried at home and served on the table are not exquisite.

Fried food is generally a test of the chef's grasp of the heat, and this fried river shrimp is even more particular, and its test of the heat is as strict as a textbook.

A qualified fried river prawn requires that the shrimp meat is cooked but not old, and the shrimp shell is crisp but not burnt. This sounds simple, but it is not easy to make, not to mention that this dish requires the oil temperature to reach above 200 degrees. When the pot is placed, the excessively high temperature determines that the cooking time must not be constant, usually less than ten seconds.

The ten-second time class chooses the cooking time. The shrimp is undercooked one second earlier, and the shrimp shell is burnt a second later. The skills and attention to this are generally only mastered by master chefs.

Before the time of crossing, there was a food stall downstairs in Bai Ye's house. The owner's uncle's specialty was this fried river shrimp, which was also Bai Ye's favorite. It's a pity that the food stalls are doing so well, and this shrimp is often in short supply. With the extremely unstable work and rest time of Bai Ye's dead house, it is often found that the goods are sold out when they want to eat, which is really not enough fun.

He originally thought that he might have to say goodbye to the delicious food after this time-travel, but he never imagined that he would actually dress up as a chef. Now he can make his own favorite, and eat it whenever he wants.

But this dish is really difficult to make. Bai Ye tried to do it himself at the beginning of time-travel. As a result, the shrimp always tasted a little bit bad. When he was bragging, he said that even if you searched all over the city, you can't find any better shrimp in his house. This may be an exaggeration, but it is also a manifestation of the confidence of the uncle who has fried shrimp for a lifetime.

How could it be so easy for him to master the craftsmanship that people have practiced for decades.

For this, Bai Ye still looked a little open, and then...

And now, a few months later, his fried shrimps have probably beaten the uncle by dozens of them.

Well, the life that hangs up is so capricious.

Since he became a little dragon and got the talent for controlling fire, his grasp of the heat is like a rocket-like leap. He has naturally mastered and surpassed the skills that others have practiced for decades. Humans are indeed creatures with limits.

He closed his eyes and gave all his perception to his skin. The raging fire of the stove in front of him exuded light and heat. The distorted high temperature that burned the air had no effect on Bai Ye.

His skin seemed to be keratinized for a moment, and the layers of green scales disappeared in a flash, but it returned to normal in an instant, which made Xiao Zhengtai, who had been staring at him, rubbed his eyes in confusion.

"Hey, I'm dazzled, my cousin seems to have turned into a monster with scales just now."

During the day, I was a little confused and thought that since entering my cousin's kitchen, he had more and more hallucinations.

Of course, that's not actually an illusion, because in Bai Ye's mind, a colorful flame emerged from the sea of ​​​​knowledge. This is the reflection of the stove in front of you, and the various colors in the flame are It is the embodiment of the temperature of the flame everywhere, just like thermal induction.

The perception of flame and temperature is the racial talent of the fire dragon, which has been well inherited by Bai Ye.

When the temperature of every part of a fire is clearly perceived and fed back, then the so-called heat is naturally very simple.

Lifting the pot with a lot of oil, Bai Ye hung the pot in the air and placed it in the area with the highest flame temperature in the perception.

Soon, the oil pan began to emit blue smoke, and in Bai Ye's perception, the color of the color block representing the pot gradually deepened.

"190, 195, 200, ok, the shrimp is in the pot."

He accurately calculated the oil temperature in the pot, and when the temperature reached the standard, Bai Ye decisively put the shrimp that had been cleaned and prepared on the side into the pot.

"呲呲呲..."

The moment the shrimp was placed in the pan, the oil pan, which was still calm, suddenly boiled, and countless oil splashes splashed around.

Oil splashes are an inevitable problem when frying food, and it has troubled many people. If the high-temperature oil splashes on their hands, the sourness of the moment will undoubtedly be scalded on time.

The deliciousness of fried food and the pain of cooking are the inevitable choices for everyone who likes to eat fried snacks. You either have to be fully armed and start cooking, or you can simply order it. Take out or go out to eat, let professional chefs bear the pain, and only keep the delicious enjoyment for yourself.

However, for Bai Ye, this little oil flower can only be regarded as a drizzle. After all, the so-called fire dragon is generally the existence of a magma bath, and a 200-degree oil splash on him is no different from a water drop.

But Bai Tian, ​​who was watching this, grinned.

"Fry food without clothes on, cousin, I respect you as a man."

Seeing the splash of oil splashing on his cousin, Xiao Zhengtai felt pain when he saw it. For him who had experienced the taste of being scalded by oil, just seeing this scene was enough to cause phantom pain. .

Although his physical quality is not low, the food cell has also evolved to a very high level. Every chef in the dark cooking world who loses kitchen utensils is a martial arts master, which has also been inherited from him, but no matter how the food cell is. You are still a human being.

As the old saying goes, human beings have limits.

People will die when they are killed~www.novelbuddy.com~ People will hurt when they are scalded.

Anyway, Xiao Zhengtai asked himself that he couldn't face the boiling oil indifferently. Although the oil won't scald him, and even the scald will heal as quickly as being bitten by a mosquito, but let me ask you a question, if a mosquito bites you, you Whether it hurts or not, mosquitoes can't kill you, are you willing to be bitten all the time?

The scene of my cousin frying with the upper body on his body really shocked Xiao Zhengtai's three views. He has never seen a cook who frys things like this when he grows up.

Moreover, what the **** is this oil pan that is held up in the air, and it keeps changing positions. Cousin, is this an old TV search station, and you keep changing the position of the antenna to search for signals?

Xiao Zhengtai felt an old groove in her heart.

It's just that Xiao Zhengtai's doubts and puzzled Bai Ye have no time to take care of it. He is now listening intently...

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