Chapter: 508

"Heh." Zhao Feng smiled lightly and ignored it.

And Zhang Han, who was arranging the ingredients, also felt that Pearson was quite interesting, and he knew a lot of food knowledge.

"What breed is this pig?" Pearson was silent for less than a minute, and couldn't help asking out of curiosity.

"Taihu black pig." Zhang Han sorted out all the pork and replied after glancing at him.

"Taihu black pig? It's not bad. It's a relatively high-quality breed in Huaguo, and the meat quality is also very good. But if you have a chance, boss, you must try the Hungarian curly-haired pig. It is said to be the best in the world." One of pork, it is called Kobe beef in pork." Pearson laughed.

"Curly-haired pig?" Zhang Han glanced at him again, but Zhang Han had no impression of the curly-haired pig.

Seeing that the boss was interested, Pearson nodded with a smile, and said: "Ace Li, one of the top ten female chefs in New York, made a whole pig feast. She made not only pork ribs, but also frequently eaten pork feet , as well as fried pig ears, jelly pig heads, stewed pig tails, roasted pig noses and fried pork tongues, etc., which are not usually eaten by North Americans. That meal conquered all the people who ate at that time.”

"She used Hungarian curly-haired pigs. Now this kind of curly-haired pigs can be called the national treasure pork of Hungary. The scientific name is Mangalitsa pigs. It was once on the verge of extinction. Now there are only more than 10,000 pigs in Hungary. The boars have curly hair, and they look like sheep in the blink of an eye."

"Curly-haired pork is delicious, and it is also the highest-quality raw material for making salami and sausages. I remember that some chef kings in a certain place in Huaguo used curly-haired pigs to compete in a cooking competition. The dishes they made were evenly matched. , but also because of the inherent deliciousness of curly pork.”

Hearing this, Zhang Han's ears moved, he glanced at Pearson and smiled lightly, saying: "Then I will try it later."

Pork is delicious, and it is an excellent raw material for making sausages. Zhang Han is also a little tempted. Since it is delicious, let's cook for Mengmeng.

After Zhang Han finished speaking, tonight's whole pig feast began.

First, put the four trotters with various seasonings and put them in the oven to start baking.

The two stoves were working at the same time. Fortunately, the kitchen utensils Zhang Li bought were of the same size as before. Otherwise, those members would not be able to taste the dishes made by Zhang Han today.

In the outer pot, Zhang Han started to cook a special dish - pig-killing dish.

"Is this a pig-killing dish?" Pearson's eyes lit up, and he said, "I've never eaten a pig-killing dish. It is said that this dish was originally made by farmers in Northeast China when they approached the end of the year to kill pigs. A kind of stew with rich taste, almost all parts of the pig can be used in the dish, especially the pig blood sausage, which is smooth, tender and delicious, and the pigs raised by the boss probably don’t even have that kind of fishy smell.”

Sometimes, it is very interesting for such a food critic to comment on one side. Zhang Han cooks, and he watches carefully from the side. Every time he cooks a dish, he will say for a while:

"The color of this braised pork ribs is really well controlled, and it looks mouth-watering."

"The pot-packed meat made from this tenderloin must be very delicious."

"Huh? If I'm not mistaken, this should be Dongpo elbow?" Pearson swallowed quietly, and said, "This Dongpo elbow is a Sichuan dish in Huaguo. Milky white, pork knuckle is rotten and soft, it must taste tender, mellow, chewy, fat but not greasy, this is an excellent beauty food!"

"..."

When the dishes were half done, Li Anna and Luo Qing arrived.

"Brother Zhang Han good evening." Walking into the room, Li Anna bounced up and ran to Zhang Han to say hello.

"Brother Zhang Han." Luo Qing held two fruit bags in her hand and said with a smile, "I didn't know what to buy when I first came here, so I bought some fruit."

"Yeah." Zhang Han glanced at the two and nodded.

Zhao Feng, who was standing by the side, hurriedly took the fruit when he saw this, but Liang Mengqi, seeing Li Anna calling Brother Zhang Han so intimately, her eyes suddenly filled with hostility, she snorted softly, and said in a low voice:

"It's so tiring, can't you speak normally? It's really uncomfortable to have to talk through your throat!"

"Tsk tsk, why do I smell vinegar?" Yu Qingqing joked.

"Yeah, it's so sour!" Zhao Dahu echoed in a strange voice. Usually, he still likes to tease Liang Mengqi with Yu Qingqing.

"Women sing and husbands follow, hum." Liang Mengqi gave the two of them a hard look.