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Chapter 392-Come out, copper pot hot pot
The big trident is located above the hind leg of the lamb. The meat is tender, with more lean meat and less fat.

The small trident is located above the front leg of the sheep, alternating between fat and lean.

The cucumber strips are located below the big fork, in strip shape and close to the femur. They are crispy and tender with a perfect balance of fat and lean, and taste excellent.

The crotch is connected to the cucumber strips, with more lean meat, soft texture, two parts fat and eight parts lean, as soft as cloud.

After that comes the ribs, lamb legs, lamb belly and so on.

Generally, the mutton slices for hot pot need to be made into mutton rolls, which are then frozen for 24 hours before being taken out and cut into ingredients for hot pot.

But high-end chefs are naturally different from ordinary people.

With top-notch knife skills combined with butterfly knife techniques and a top-notch kitchen knife, Wang Fan cut all the remaining meat into thin slices.

The haggis didn’t get involved, but he kept the tripe.

In just half an hour, Wang Fan had cut the whole lamb into shapes suitable for hot pot.

Zhuo Qianqian had already washed the vegetables. After serving the vegetables and meat, the two of them got out of the car and went into the house.

Looking at the plates of neatly arranged and tender mutton on the tray that Wang Fan was holding, Zhuo's father's eyes almost popped out.

Even with his more than 30 years of experience with sheep, he had no idea how Wang Fan did it.

The top of the head is a bit easier to explain, but how did they cut up the rest of the mutton rolls?!
This unscientific!

As soon as Wang Fan saw Zhuo's father's reaction, he knew that he was definitely doing it on purpose, and he immediately laughed in his heart.

If I don’t show some real skills, my future father-in-law will really look down on me!

How's that? Your brain's running out, right? Hahahaha...

Mother Zhuo keenly sensed that there must be something going on between the two of them, and she immediately guessed that it must be the man's omnipresent desire to win.

But she didn't intend to care about these things. She could feel that the relationship between the two was actually getting better and better.

As long as the result is moving in a good direction, you don’t have to worry too much about what happens in the process.

There was a copper hot pot in Wang Fan’s RV, the kind that the old emperor used to use for hot pot, and he took that down as well.

Charcoal has been placed in the copper pot, and with good ventilation, there is no need to worry about poisoning.

The moment the broth is poured into the copper pot, the rich aroma begins to be released.

The fragrance is mellow and rich, but it does not feel overpowering. Instead, it gives people a warm feeling.

The flavors of spices and herbs have been perfectly combined with the soup, and it doesn't feel abrupt at all.

Wang Fan set the table and took the spoon and said with a smile: "Uncle and aunt, try this soup. You can drink it directly."

Mother Zhuo said, "Please give me a bowl first."

After Wang Fan stirred the pot with a spoon, he scooped a spoonful of milky white soup from the pot that had already started to boil into a bowl. The bowl was not big, and one spoonful made up more than half a bowl, which was a very suitable amount. Any more and it would easily burn his hands.

Mother Zhuo took the bowl and held it under her nose and sniffed it.

After a long stew of beef bones and old hens, the essence of the bone marrow and the delicious flavor of the chicken are integrated into the broth. Add in over 30 kinds of precious Chinese medicinal herbs, and this broth exudes a unique aroma.

This fragrance is rich but not greasy, and it makes people feel the freshness and tranquility of nature.

She couldn't help but take a sip, and felt a warm feeling sliding down her throat, then slowly spreading, making her feel physically and mentally happy.

The soup has a mellow taste, with the marrow of the beef bones and the umami of the old hen intertwined to form a rich and unique flavor.

Although the addition of Chinese medicinal materials brings a hint of bitterness to the broth, this bitterness is not abrupt, but rather adds a sense of layering to the broth.

Originally, neither the bone broth nor the old hen soup had much nutritional value, but the addition of those herbs made the soup incredibly nutritious.

Exhaling a breath of hot air, Zhuo's mother smiled and praised: "I think just drinking this soup for dinner tonight is completely enough, it's really delicious."

Wang Fan said confidently: "Mutton tastes better. Uncle Zhuo must have good taste."

"Yeah?"

Zhuo Qianqian looked at Wang Fan in shock. He could even say such shameless compliments. Is this still the boss she knew?
Wang Fan's face turned red when she looked at him, but he didn't say anything. It's not shameful to say something good about his father-in-law!
Although Mr. Zhuo was secretly happy, his handsome face turned red with embarrassment. Fortunately, the temperature of the hot pot was quite high, so it looked like the redness was due to the heat.

“Eat meat, eat meat…”

Mr. Zhuo coughed lightly to ease the embarrassment, then stood up and was about to serve the meat.

Wang Fan quickly stood up and stopped him: "Uncle Zhuo, please wait, I'll do it."

After saying that, he picked up the plate of mutton tripe and poured it into the pot.

"Put the lamb tripe in first and stew it. It's just right to eat it when the other ingredients are almost finished."

"Thick-cut lamb topsides should also be put in and cooked first. Cook for seven minutes before eating for the best flavor."

"Eat the meat first. Just pick it up with chopsticks and blanch it for 15 seconds. It's just right."

As Wang Fan spoke, he used a serving chopstick to push the lamb tripe and top of the head into the hot pot, then picked up a thin slice of meat with chopsticks and put it into the pot.

As the serving chopsticks moved, the mutton slowly changed from pink to light pink, and then became completely cooked and turned into a light grayish white.

After the thin slices of meat are cooked, each piece is naturally curled, the texture is clearly visible, and white mist lingers on it, exuding an enticing aroma.

"Half the battle is won if you can get the key person right, so you have to get your mother-in-law right."

Thinking of the strategy provided by his second uncle, Wang Fan put a piece of meat into Zhuo's mother's bowl without hesitation.

"Auntie, please try it."

Zhuo's mother immediately smiled brightly: "Then I'll try it first."

"Don't dip it in the sauce yet, just taste it directly."

"Can you eat it like this?"

Although she was confused, Zhuo's mother did not hesitate and directly picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into her mouth.

The rich aroma of meat suddenly rushed into my mouth, mixed with the mellow aroma of herbs.

With a slight chew, the tender lamb melts in your mouth, and the deliciousness and tenderness of the lamb are fully displayed at this moment.

"I feel like you, Xiaofan, are a native of DJI. You even eat mutton better than us DJI people."

After swallowing the meat in her mouth, Zhuo's mother gave the highest praise.

This is really the highest standard. It is basically equivalent to Guan Yu saying that his sword cannot beat others.

Zhuo's father didn't believe it: "Is it as exaggerated as you say? Let me try it."

After saying that, he also picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, and imitated Wang Fan's nervousness. After the meat completely changed color, he blew on it and put it in his mouth.

Fresh, tender, delicate, rich and full of meaty aroma, as he savored the mutton in his mouth, Zhuo's father felt that all the mutton he had eaten for so many years seemed to be in vain.

Zhuo's father had to admit that Wang Fan's mutton hotpot was so delicious that people couldn't help but applaud.

Holy shit? Is this guy really from DJI? Otherwise, how could he cook mutton more authentically than the ones from DJI?
(End of this chapter)