Chapter 1450: Master Gao: After Years in the Martial World, Finally Outmaneuvered—What a Sin!

Chapter 1450 -564: Master Gao: After Years in the Martial World, Finally Outmaneuvered—What a Sin!

In many instructional materials, adding or missing just one sentence can lead to different results.

For example, in dishes like Braised Pork Belly and stewed meats cooked with Rice Wine, if the chef doesn’t mention not to cover the pot immediately after adding the wine, or if it’s mentioned but then edited out, viewers can miss the essence.

The resulting meat can have an off taste or become sour, completely lacking the deliciousness shown in the video.

Of course, this doesn’t happen in Lin Xu’s videos because either he edits them himself or reviews them if someone else does.

Even for the Joyful Media’s culinary videos, they make sure to let Qiu Zhenhua, Guo Weidong, Xie Baomin, and Dai Jianli review them after editing.

They upload the updates only after confirming everything is correct.

Old Gao washed the peeled garlic clean, removed the roots individually, then crushed them slightly and finely chopped them into garlic paste.

He then placed it into a large bowl, added three tablespoons of thin yellow sauce, and a tablespoon of Sesame Oil.

Stirred until well-mixed, covered with plastic wrap, and placed it in the refrigerator to marinate.

After completing these, he roasted some Sichuan peppercorns, crushed and sifted them, added an equal amount of salt, and a bit of Flavoring, completing a simple pepper salt dipping sauce.

With the dipping sauce ready, he grabbed a piece of the foreleg meat:

“To make Fried Meatballs, whether it’s foreleg or hind leg meat, it must be firm. This kind of meat will taste good; if it’s soft, it will turn out chewy with a less desirable texture.”

He sliced off the Pork Skin, roughly cut the meat, then chopped it into rice-grain-sized meat particles.

“Fried Meatballs are different from Meatballs; Meatballs require pomegranate seed-sized particles while Fried Meatballs can have rice-grain size, too big or too small will affect the final mouthfeel.”

Lin Xu nodded, indicating he got it.

Later, once the meatballs are cooked, he will use the Cooking Learning Card to master the dish.

Later on, along with Salt Water Duck and other dishes, it’ll be added to the menu at the restaurant.

Opening a restaurant in Beijing requires serving dishes that locals love.

Not just Fried Meatballs, even roasted duck has to be on the menu this year, and it should be Perfect Level to elevate Lin Ji’s roasted duck to the top tier.

Making customers feel their money is well spent and avoiding the fate of some restaurants where customers never return after one visit.

After finely chopping the meat, Old Gao poured in some scallion and ginger water and Sichuan peppercorn water, added a small teaspoon of salt, a small teaspoon of Five-Spice Powder, and a tablespoon of thin yellow sauce.

Is this okay?

Lin Xu curiously asked:

“Adding so much seasoning at once, doesn’t it need to be beaten to gain strength?”

Xie Baomin chuckled:

“Junior brother, you really don’t understand Fried Meatballs. They are different from Meatballs and Four Happiness Meatballs; they shouldn’t gain strength, even the mixing should be gentle, to make the meatballs crispy outside and tender inside, melting in the mouth.”

Really?

Lin Xu was genuinely unaware of these nuances.

He always thought that for fried meatballs and fish balls, they needed strength.

He assumed Fried Meatballs were the same, only to realize his misunderstanding.

Luckily, they weren’t added to the menu yet; otherwise, it might have gone badly.

Old Gao also cracked an Egg into the meat mixture and gently stirred it in the bowl, opening up the spices and meat.

While stirring, he alternated directions – a few stirs forward followed by a few stirs backward, to minimize the possibility of the meat mixture becoming chewy.

With the meat mixture prepared, Old Gao set it aside to marinate, allowing the flavors to blend more deeply.

Then he began preparing other dishes.

Xie Baomin washed his hands, not continuing with dumpling-making but instead started preparing other dishes. ℴ

The master was old, and today’s dinner was his wedding feast, so it had to be as sumptuous as possible.

While Lin Xu folded dumplings, outside the living room, Su Peipei was chatting with Lucy about teaching matters; evidently, this foreign auntie really intended to venture into education.

Meanwhile, Luo Shan sat on another sofa, earnestly asking Shen Jiayue about the situation at Longqi Mountain.

“Is funding still needed there? Traditional car rentals have been ruined by those small leasing companies, I plan to try investing in other industries.”

Since Yinzhou’s scenic area has mountains, waters, and a Horse Farm and is a tourist city by itself, Luo Shan thinks it’s a good idea to invest some funds.

Shen Jiayue wasn’t very clear about it:

“I’m not involved in business matters; I just tag along for fun… Shall I call my mother-in-law and ask?”

Luo Shan waved her hand, saying:

“No need, in a couple of days when I’ll go to Spring City with the young one, I’ll stop by Yinzhou, visit the scenic area, and family.”

They’ll be relatives soon, so it’s important to visit more often.

Shen Jiayue was somewhat curious:

“Are you and master planning to drive to Spring City?”

She remembers their RV is parked in Spring City, and driving there would mean several thousand kilometers, quite a challenge for both driver and passengers.

“No driving, we’re chartering a plane… Doesn’t Yinzhou also have an airport? We’ll stop there for a while.”

Chartering a plane…

Although Shen Jiayue’s family is quite wealthy, they haven’t chartered a plane before.

She didn’t expect the master’s wife to be so extravagant.

Nevertheless, if Yinzhou has an airport, then the next time they visit, they might also charter a plane, right?

With this thought, she said:

“Whenever you’re going, let me know in advance, I’ll have my father-in-law and mother-in-law pick you and master up from the airport… By the way, master’s wife, Lucy Auntie… She’s not coming, right?”

It’s crucial to ask if it’s two people or three; if it’s three, her mother-in-law will need to arrange accommodation for them.

Luo Shan glanced at the foreign lady chatting in English with Su Peipei not far away:

“She’s soon going to Beijing University as an English teacher, even if she wanted, she couldn’t go.”

While saying this, the master’s wife’s voice held a bit of pride.

Clearly, she’s purposely adding a bit of rivalry here.

Lucy, who was chatting, slowly raised a middle finger towards them and continued inquiring about pure English teaching considerations.

At four in the afternoon.

Old Gao held a small basin of prepared potato starch, ready to make Fried Meatballs.

And Lin Xu was also prepared to use the Cooking Learning Card…

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This chapter is 5000 words long, asking for monthly tickets, brothers! It’s the twenty-eighth of the lunar month, time to stick Spring Festival scrolls, right?