C94 French Foie Gras
C94 French Foie Gras
"Don't bet with them, this is the French Goose Liver. I've eaten it who knows how many times. "If you want to gamble, you're asking to be humiliated …"
Liu Qiyu advised with good intentions.
Although her voice wasn't loud, everyone was at the same table. Her words were clearly heard by Xue Chengyuan and Lin Xudong.
Xue Chengyuan rolled his eyes at her and said sinisterly:
"Little girl from the Liu Clan, you better learn your medical skills from your grandfather. Stop messing around here …"
Elder Liu's financial resources could not compare to the large families with River City.
But his medical skills were brilliant, and he had examined all the members of the various families before.
Therefore, Xue Chengyuan was quite polite when he spoke to Liu Qiyu.
With that, Liu Qiyu immediately rolled her eyes at Xue Chengyuan. He said unhappily:
"Why can't I speak? "You all are just looking at how he hasn't eaten before, teaming up together to bully others..."
Before he could finish, Su Ming suddenly said:
"Alright, I'll bet with you. "But I want you to add another one …"
Hearing that Su Ming agreed, Xue Chengyuan immediately squinted his eyes and said proudly:
"Alright, tell me, what do you want to add?"
Looking at Xue Chengyuan, Su Ming said slowly:
"I have a friend who owns a small bar on a street in a bar. But recently, your people broke the wine. If I win, you have to immediately restore their liquor supply! "
When Xue Chengyuan heard this, he laughed and said:
"No problem, even if you lose, I will still help you recover!" "How about it, am I serious?"
The incident on the bar street, in Xue Chengyuan's eyes, was as small as a sesame seed.
He didn't care.
What he wanted now was Su Ming to make a fool of himself in front of everyone.
After all, he heard that Qi Yunjie had once suffered at the hands of Su Ming.
If he did something to Su Ming, it would be enough to prove that he was stronger than Qi Yunjie!
The disciples of large clans like them were also competing against each other.
Seeing that Su Ming had agreed, Lin Xudong immediately waved at the waiter and shouted:
"Waiter, please invite the chef for this dish. The sooner, the better!"
Lin Xudong couldn't wait any longer. He really wanted to see Su Ming crawling on the ground and barking like a dog.
Just thinking about this scene made him happy!
Not long later, the waiter brought the chef over.
As for the guests at the surrounding tables, when they saw this bet, they all gathered around to watch the show.
As soon as they arrived, Lin Xudong asked the chef in a hurry without waiting for him to speak:
"Master, what dishes are these?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes were focused on the chef.
Because his words were related to the outcome of the gamble.
Looking at the dish, the chef asked doubtfully,
"The French foie gras, is there a problem with that?"
The chef's words caused the surrounding people to burst into laughter.
Everyone mocked Su Ming. He doesn't even know the French Goose Liver, yet he dared to make a bet with someone!
Liu Qiyu complained to Su Ming in a low voice,
"I already told you, I won't let you bet with them, yet you still dare to show off." "Why are you so arrogant!"
Lin Xudong was laughing so hard that his mouth couldn't even close.
He glared at Su Ming and purposely barked like a dog:
"Haha, come on, Su Ming. No, I should call you dog Su. Hurry up and get on the ground and bark like a dog!"
Xue Chengyuan also laughed.
His eyes were small to begin with, and this smile of his was even more so squinting to the point that it looked extremely disgusting.
Su Ming was neither angry nor anxious. He raised his head, looked at Xue Chengyuan and Lin Xudong, and slowly said:
"Don't be in such a hurry, the chef shouldn't be finished yet..."
As he spoke, he looked up at the chef.
However, the chef still had a stupefied expression on his face. He had no idea what had happened.
He stood motionless on the spot and didn't speak.
Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Su Ming looked at the chef and said slowly:
"Mr. Chef, the selection of ingredients for the French foie gras is quite meticulous. The goose they used was called the Rond Goose, also known as the Southwest Grey Goose. The geese are native to southwest Gaul, near the Bay of Biscay in the province of Lund. "Mr. Chef, your goose liver doesn't seem to be a Rand Goose, does it?"
As soon as Su Ming said this, the chef stretched out his thumb and praised Su Ming.
"Boss, are you an expert? We are indeed not the Rand Goose... "
Although Su Ming was wearing shabby clothes, the moment he said those words, he earned the respect of the chefs.
Before he could finish, Lin Xudong suddenly interrupted:
"Little beggar, stop f * cking forcing your words! "Even if it's not the goose-liver of that bastard, is it not called French Goose-liver after it was made with goose-liver from other places?"
Su Ming sneered as he turned his head to look at Lin Xudong and said:
"You are right, but you only know one thing and the other two! The goose liver in front of us, choose the lion head goose of Shantou, Guangdong. Although the goose is very large, its meat is tender and tender. "But it's smaller than Gaul's goose liver …"
Su Ming spoke frankly with assurance.
Liu Qiyu, who was listening at the side, was mesmerized. She could not help but ask:
"Then why are the lion-headed geese so big, but not as big as the French geese?"
Liu Qiyu, on the other hand, had asked about the crux of the matter.
Su Ming glanced at Liu Qiyu and explained:
"The reason is very simple, because they want the big foie gras. It is necessary to feed the goose, regardless of the meat quality, only the goose liver, fat can be. Gallic geese, that is to say, only goose liver, goose body discarded. But the lion geese were different, they were fed normally. In addition to taking out the goose liver, the goose also needs to be made into a cured goose. "The difference in breeding also caused the size of the goose's liver to change …"
Liu Qiyu was secretly surprised by Su Ming's words.
She didn't expect Su Ming to know so much other than his medical skills.
And Xue Chengyuan was already getting impatient.
He slapped the table and shouted in dissatisfaction:
"I don't care how big it is! It's sesame foie gras, burned in French. It's also French foie gras! "
Su Ming sneered as he looked at Xue Chengyuan and said:
"You're right!" However, the method of "Goosebumps" and the "French Style" were completely different! The method of French foie gras was to roast it in two ways. The foie gras passed through the fried dough first. Moreover, the temperature of the oil wasn't high, around 60 degrees Celsius. Fried time, no more than a few dozen seconds. This way, the outer layer of the foie gras can be guaranteed to be golden in color, while the inner layer is smooth and tender, without affecting the taste in the slightest. Then use olive oil, jam and other seasonings to make juice. Finally, pour the juice on top of the foie gras. Then with truffles. "Then this dish will become..."
Saying that, Su Ming turned around to look at the chef and said with a smile,
"The platter and color of this dish look like French foie gras. But in reality, these were two different dishes. Mr. Chef, I'm not wrong, am I? "