Once this batch of pork intestine segnts was fully fried, the black pot was switched to a wok. Lard was added to the wok, repeating the previous steps of cooking the pork intestines.
Granny Chen was inside enjoying her al, with a bowl of rice and a serving of Nine-Turned Pork Intestines, feeling very full and comfortably sipping hot water to relieve the greasiness.
"Granny! Granny! Co help taste this!"
Granny Chen was taken aback, thinking, "Your cooking skills are so good, Boss Xiao Chen, why don’t you taste it yourself?"
It seems that people who love cooking all have this habit.
What’s delicious to themselves isn’t enough—they need others to find it delicious too for it to feel like an achievent.
Granny Chen picked up the pork intestine segnt sent by Chen Mo. It looked slightly longer than the Nine-Turned Pork Intestines from before. She took a bite...
Oh?
Unlike before, this ti the pork intestine segnt didn’t fall apart upon biting but instead offered a springy texture against the teeth.
Granny increased the pressure ever so slightly.
"Bang!"
Crunch, crunch...
Pop, pop...
The more Granny Chen ate, the stranger her expression beca.
What kind of strange texture is this?
Strangely satisfying too?
The outer part of the intestine remained as soft and glutinous as before, but as soon as she bit into it, the flying fish roe exploded in every corner of her mouth. Continuing to chew, she experienced that odd "pop, pop" texture.
At the sa ti, besides the taste of the intestine itself, the unique seafood flavor from the flying fish roe spread in her mouth as well.
"Very strange," Granny Chen said earnestly after finishing, "but very tasty!"
Chen Mo clenched his fists, his muscles tensing with a sense of achievent.
"But a bit greasy. It’s not like the kind of greasiness from the first bite; rather, when you eat flying fish roe in large quantities, it has a distinct greasiness unlike other ingredients."
Seeing Chen Mo frown as if pondering sothing.
Granny Chen got up and took so bottles and jars from the kitchen, "Over here, we usually use these things to solve that problem."
Perilla plum sauce, chive flower paste!
Chen Mo looked at the ingredient labels, feeling a bit ignorant, as he’d only heard of these in songs before.
Your faint smile is like...
The ingredients are very simple—plums, Sichuan pepper powder, honey.
"Alright, I’ll give it another try."
Chen Mo took the two jars of condints back to the food cart and continued cooking the intestines, stuffing them.
But this ti, he changed his approach.
First, he mixed the flying fish roe with a small amount of chive flower paste, then stuffed it into the intestines.
Then he seared the openings and proceeded with the cooking.
Once each piece of intestine was evenly coated with the vibrant sauce, he intended to brush on the perilla plum sauce, but as he paused above the intestine with the brush, a thought struck him.
If he brushed it on like this, wouldn’t it wipe off the hard-earned sauce?
So?
Chen Mo contemplated and decided to dilute the perilla plum sauce with so water. Then, wearing gloves, he used his hand to lightly dab the diluted plum sauce over the intestines.
To the eye, the intestines didn’t show any change, but Chen Mo knew that the diluted perilla plum sauce perfectly covered each piece of intestine.
The final step...
"It’ll definitely be tasty, but if we’re to use it to fill in a bao, there’s still a missing ’bridge’ for connection."
Hmm, with the knowledge gained over this period, Chen Mo didn’t even need to think hard to decide what ingredient to use for the ’bridge’.
Crispy fried shallots!
Probably, nothing could be more suitable.
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