In Chinese restaurants in the America, this dish is often made into a mushy version of sweet and sour pork.
Although he had eaten it countless times in his previous life, he had never tried it himself.
This is a complete blind spot in terms of skills.
In addition, this dish has a sweet and sour flavor, which is quite in line with America tastes.
If this all succeeds, the system's judgment mechanism will be completely understood.
Su Wei turned and went to the condiment section, intently searching for the condiments she needed.
Potato starch, granulated sugar, Heinz white vinegar, old ginger, fresh cilantro, and carrots.
Everything was carefully selected.
Just to be on the safe side, he even stood in front of the shelf, took out his phone, and managed to buffer a 10-minute instructional video despite the intermittent 3G signal, watching it and comparing every detail.
He put his phone back in his pocket, then grabbed a handful of tender spinach still covered in dirt and a few eggs.
Three dishes and a soup, a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, are the best comfort after these few days of wilderness survival.
Downstairs at Emily's apartment building.
The doorway, which was originally blocked by heavy snow, has been cleared by the neighbors to create a narrow path that is only wide enough for one person to pass through.
Su Wei, carrying two large, heavy bags of groceries, knocked three times on the slightly chipped wooden door.
Click.
The lock turned, and the door opened.
Before anyone could see clearly, a white figure darted out.
Cotton Candy excitedly circled around Su Wei's trouser leg, its fluffy tail tickling Su Wei's calves, and it made eager "whimpering" sounds.
It clearly recognized the long-term meal ticket and smelled the raw meat in the bag.
Emily stood behind the door, leaning against the wall.
She changed into a loose-fitting gray cotton loungewear set, her blonde hair casually tied back, and her injured ankle wrapped in a cast.
The paleness on his face caused by pain and anxiety had faded considerably, replaced by a noticeably relaxed look.
"My God, I thought you'd been eaten as a snack by examiner Black."
Emily sniffed, her gaze instantly locking onto the shopping bag in Su Wei's hand, and her throat bobbed noticeably.
"The examiner didn't eat me, but I'm really starving."
Su Wei slipped into the room and skillfully closed the door gently with his heel.
The heating in the room was on full blast, and a wave of heat instantly enveloped my entire body.
The pungent smell of medical disinfectant had faded considerably, replaced by a unique, dull odor.
The smell wasn't unpleasant; instead, it added a touch of life to the lonely little house.
" Black is indeed a tough character, but he passed the written test."
"I'll be taking the final assessment tomorrow."
Su Wei placed the bag on the narrow countertop.
This apartment is only 40 square meters, and the kitchen is basically part of the hallway. It's difficult for two people to even turn around when they stand together.
I knew you wouldn't be able to handle it.
Emily hopped back onto the old sofa on one foot, clutching a cushion tightly in her arms, resting her chin on it, watching Su Wei's busy figure.
"Wait, what's this?"
She pointed to the huge piece of pork tenderloin that Su Wei had taken out.
"Didn't you say braised pork?"
"Braised pork is a must, but today I want to challenge myself with something a little more difficult."
As Su Wei rolled up his sleeves to wash his hands, he spoke without turning his head, his tone carrying a hint of expectation that only he himself understood.
"You can think of it as me conducting a scientific experiment about taste, or, to put it another way, a system vulnerability test."
Emily blinked, completely failing to understand the somewhat childish speech, but that didn't stop her from having high expectations.
Su Wei tapped her phone screen, replayed the video she had already watched twice, and propped the phone up on the windowsill.
Take a deep breath and begin.
Success or failure, it all depends on this.
Chapter 68: Successfully unlocked Cooking skill! A delicious plate of sweet and sour pork!
The first step is to modify the knife.
The pork tenderloin should be cut into large slices three millimeters thick, about the thickness of a coin.
If it's too thin, it will become dry and tough after frying; if it's too thick, the inside will be undercooked.
Su Wei gripped Emily's slightly dull Western-style kitchen knife, holding his breath and concentrating.
Although he lacked special skills, the muscle memory he developed from cooking over a long period of time gave him extremely stable hand control.
The resistance of the blade cutting into the flesh was clearly transmitted back through his fingertips; he could even feel the muscle fibers breaking.
Swish, swish, swish.
Each piece is of uniform thickness, as if machine-cut.
Next comes applying the batter.
This is the key to the success or failure of this dish.
Soak potato starch in water beforehand until it settles into hard lumps, then pour off the clear water on top.
Su Wei forcefully scooped the non-Newtonian fluid-like white starch into the meat slices.
Add a little cooking oil and mix well.
A sticky, strenuous feeling came through his hands, Su Wei that he hadn't gone astray. The meat slices had their moisture firmly locked in.
Emily couldn't help but laugh as she watched Su Wei struggling with a bowl of white paste with a serious expression.
"Su, the way you're looking right now makes it look like you're defusing a time bomb."
"It's much more complicated than defusing a bomb."
Without looking up, Su Wei began preparing the sweet and sour sauce.
Sugar, white vinegar, salt, and a little soy sauce for color.
Without any measuring cups, I relied entirely on intuition and the proportions described in the video.
Heat oil in a wok.
The cheap vegetable oil simmered in the pan, and as the heat increased, fine ripples began to appear on the surface.
Su Wei dipped the wooden chopsticks into the oil pan, and dense foam instantly surged up from the tips of the chopsticks.
It's reached 60% heat.
With a ripping sound.
The first slice of meat was carefully placed into the pot.
The intense frying sound rang out instantly, the white starch expanded rapidly, and the meat slices floated up like clouds.
Su Wei's hands moved incredibly fast, precisely shaking the meat slices into the pot one after another to prevent them from sticking together.
The small kitchen was instantly filled with the unique aroma of fried food.
Emily couldn't help but swallow loudly, tightening her grip on the cushion in her arms.
Cotton Candy, who had been lying under the sofa, couldn't wait any longer. It darted to the kitchen doorway, its ears standing straight up, its dark eyes following Su Wei's movements as he turned the strainer. It even stomped its little feet in frustration.
Fry until cooked through and set, then remove from the oil.
The oil temperature continued to rise until blue smoke rose from the pot.
Double-bomb.
This time, the meat slices dehydrated rapidly under high temperature, turning the outer shell crisp and golden brown, and making a crisp and pleasant "crackling" sound when they collided with each other.
Remove from the pan and drain off excess oil, leaving a little oil at the bottom.
Su Wei deliberately set aside a small portion and placed it in a separate small bowl.
then.
Sauté ginger and garlic slices until fragrant, then add finely shredded carrots and chopped cilantro.
Finally, pour in the prepared sweet and sour sauce.
With a loud bang.
The sweet and sour aroma bursts forth under the intense heat, carrying a slightly pungent and stimulating sensation, yet it is incredibly fragrant.
Su Wei poured in the fried meat slices, then quickly flipped the pan with a sudden flick of her wrist.