Chapter 840: Hanging Honey Cherry

Chapter 840: Chapter 735: Hanging Honey Cherry

The medicinal dishes are steaming where needed, proofing where needed.

Fu Yu took advantage of the time to fetch hawthorn jelly from the fridge, quickly flipping through the recipe favored by his anorexic customers for the specifics of the dish he was about to prepare.

The ingredients for this medicinal dish are very simple, and the operation isn’t difficult, but the exquisite part lies in the presentation.

After all, to stimulate a desire to eat in an anorexic patient, the first thing to do is to provide a visual effect that arouses a sense of novelty and a willingness to try.

Fu Yu chose a method that was novel, with an innovative plate presentation for this honey cherry dish.

Don’t be fooled by the somewhat plain name of this medicinal dish; the finished product offers a visual appeal that is stunningly intricate and gorgeously splendid.

Fu Yu made this medicinal dish the finale.

Whether Xia Anni eats anything tonight depends entirely on this dish.

Standing in front of the refrigerator, Fu Yu opened the door and began to cool off in the cold air while quickly reviewing a recipe for anorexic customers.

When he first arrived, Fu Yu thought Liu Yiming’s home was warm due to good heating.

Only after a while did he realize that the high indoor temperature was all thanks to the central air conditioning!

Truly the privilege of the wealthy!

It’s just different!

Busy cooking for a while, Fu Yu was drenched in sweat.

After cooling off with the fridge’s cold air for a moment, he brought out the set hawthorn jelly.

The hawthorn jelly was a success. Fu Yu used a small knife to cut around the edge of the tray, then applied some pressure to invert the tray onto the countertop.

As he worked, his movements were casual, unconcerned by the slight deformation of the hawthorn jelly or the possibility of it falling apart.

Even Li Zongming, well-versed in medicinal dishes, couldn’t immediately identify which medicinal dish Fu Yu was preparing.

Ren Yuchang was even more clueless, thinking that while hawthorn could be medicinal, neither hawthorn jelly nor hawthorn jam should count as a complete medicinal dish.

Otherwise, it would be rather misleading.

Among them, only Yao Shi noticed Fu Yu’s casual handling, and his eyes brightened slightly.

He thought of a dish: hawthorn stuffed.

However, the specific method didn’t quite match Fu Yu’s current operation.

The authentic method for hawthorn stuffed requires cleaning the hawthorns and making cuts on the fruit for better flavor absorption.

The hawthorns are boiled in a syrup made from rock sugar and brown sugar.

Once it changes color, it can be removed from the pot.

However, this dish requires fermentation along with the syrup for two days before it’s ready to eat.

It’s very appetizing and soothing to the throat, with a moderate sweet and sour balance.

But Fu Yu’s current operation didn’t match this.

Even if it were an improved version, typically it would involve removing the hawthorn cores, boiling them in syrup, then filling them with hawthorn jam.

That would make sense too.

However, Fu Yu boiled a bowl of jam and also made a small basin of hawthorn jelly…

Could he be planning to mold the hawthorn jelly into the shape of hawthorns and then fill them with hawthorn jam?

If so, the texture might be slightly improved?

No matter how you think of it, it seems a bit redundant.

Yao Shi remained puzzled, focusing intently on Fu Yu’s process, trying to see what he was up to.

Fu Yu placed the frozen hawthorn jelly aside, not rushing, then fetched the leftover hawthorns from the brine and cut them into small pieces.

He added water and blended them into jam using a blender.

The blended jam was then strained.

He heated the strained jam in a pan.

Fu Yu used Liu Yiming’s ceramic skillet, as using a non-metallic pan to cook the jam helps preserve its original flavor and color.

He kept the flame low while cooking, continuously stirring and adding sugar to prevent it from burning.

During cooking, especially when preparing sauces or in this case, simmering jam, even Yao Shi would occasionally taste to adjust sweetness and saltiness.

However, Yao Shi noticed that Fu Yu kept calmly stirring in sugar without ever tasting the flavor throughout the process.

Considering this and earlier observations, Yao Shi grew increasingly convinced of his assumption that Fu Yu had an exceptional talent for flavor adjustment.

This time, Fu Yu cooked the jam until it was thick and wouldn’t drip, then turned off the heat.

He spread the jam on a baking tray lined with foil, smoothing it out.

Then he placed it in the oven for roasting.

Setting the timer, Fu Yu took the hawthorn jelly and a clean tray, scooped out a piece with a small spoon, and molded it in his hand.

The others watched as his fingers moved slightly, and within seconds, he placed the molded small ball onto a fruit tray.

Fu Yu repeated the action, crafting over twenty small red balls, then took a toothpick to shape the stem and pit indents on each one.

Finally, he added an arc along one side of each red ball.

Even Ren Yuchang, who isn’t skilled in cooking, could see Fu Yu’s creations resembled highly realistic red cherries despite lacking stems.

The crafted cherries filled the tray.

At a glance, each one was identical in size and shape as if produced from the same mold, looking vividly delicate and cute.

Fu Yu glanced at his work and felt quite satisfied.