I'm the Culinary God-Chapter 710 - 320: Isn’t this soup a perfect match for fried noodles? Are there any sports that are not tiring but can strengthen the body? [Subscribe please]_2

Chapter 710: Chapter 320: Isn’t this soup a perfect match for fried noodles? Are there any sports that are not tiring but can strengthen the body? [Subscribe please]_2

"Damn it, you dog, even you have your day?"

After Xie Baomin finished speaking, he and Su Peipei headed towards the staircase, while Lin Xu arranged for a kitchen helper to get some Shengjian Buns from Ziqiang Shengjian.

Since Dachun liked them so much, Lin Xu decided to let him eat his fill.

Once everything was arranged, Lin Xu went downstairs to check on the Pot Roast Chicken. When it was almost done braising, he turned off the heat and let the chicken soak in the double-layered pot.

By eleven o’clock, the Pot Roast Chicken was officially ready.

In addition to the Pot Roast Chicken, other braised dishes were also being prepared intensively, aiming to set a new sales record for braised products today.

Just yesterday, the small window of the braised products section had increased its revenue by tens of thousands of yuan. Shu Yun, representing the store, gave each person in the braised products department a five-hundred-yuan bonus. This made the already enthusiastic members even more motivated.

The customers were also very supportive. It was still a while before the Pot Roast Chicken would be out of the pot, but neighbors in twos and threes had already gathered at the window, watching the braising process with great interest.

Old Man Sun, who had bought Pot Roast Chicken twice in a row, was outside chatting with the neighbors, "Other places’ roast chicken is either bland or too salty. Only Boss Lin’s Pot Roast Chicken is perfectly seasoned, the meat satisfyingly chewy and flavorful. His skill is truly impressive."

The other neighbors also chimed in with constant praise.

Lin Xu smiled from inside the window and said, "You all flatter me. The main reason is that the chickens we select are better. We use free-range chickens, which have firm meat that doesn’t easily absorb seasoning. If you were to use Three-yellow Chicken in the same brine, it would also end up too salty."

The firmer the meat of any ingredient, the harder it is for flavors to penetrate. That’s why it needs to be braised for two hours and then soaked for three more; this allows the flavor to fully permeate the chicken.

If you were to use meat with a looser texture, like the commonly found Three-yellow Chicken or the White Feather Chicken used for frying—whose meat is as porous as a sponge—the brine’s flavors would soak in too easily, making the chicken overly salty.

Typical braised meat shops, in pursuit of profit, prefer cheaper chickens. These chickens often have looser meat, which takes less time to braise, thus saving on costs.

With Lin Ji’s process of braising and then soaking, which took over five hours, those other braised meat shops could have made two batches of Pot Roast Chicken.

Of course, because Lin Ji’s Pot Roast Chicken takes longer to make and uses better ingredients, the price is naturally much higher. A single Pot Roast Chicken from Lin Ji was priced slightly higher than two ordinary roast chickens combined.

If it weren’t for Lin Ji’s established reputation and the local residents’ fondness for it, the sales of the Pot Roast Chicken might not have taken off.

After chatting with everyone for a while, Lin Xu went upstairs to prepare the ingredients for the morning.

"Lin Xu, your breakfast is really tasty. It’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed breakfast this much."

Dachun finished the last spoonful of Eight Treasure Porridge on his plate, scraping the bowl clean with his spoon. The potstickers on the plate had already been polished off, and even most of the Shengjian Buns that had been brought over were eaten.

Though there were still a few left in the bag, given the rate he was eating, it was only a matter of time before they were all gone.

Such a hearty appetite is truly enviable.

Lin Xu said with a smile, "Brother Chun, feel free to come to the shop more often when you’re not busy. You don’t have to come only with my Senior Brother. He’s so busy he sometimes can’t be bothered with these things."

Dachun picked up a Shengjian Bun. He first bit a small hole in it to suck out the savory broth, then took a bite that consumed half the bun. "My brother-in-law, busy? All he does is think about food therapy and dietary supplements all day. I told him long ago that studying that stuff is completely useless. Running ten kilometers a day is more effective than any special diet."

His words were indeed true. Statistics show that people who religiously follow food therapies and dietary supplements don’t tend to live exceptionally long lives. Conversely, those who are passionate about fitness and exercise often live well into their eighties or nineties. The saying "life lies in movement" wasn’t just empty words. Everyone understood the principle, but who could actually stick to it? Weren’t young people nowadays keen on collecting all sorts of workout videos, only to let them gather dust in their favorites folder?

Thinking about this, Lin Xu gave Dachun a surprised look.

That pack of Moringa Seed my Senior Brother had... this guy must have taken it deliberately, right?

"I bought a deluxe treadmill online a few days ago," Dachun continued. "I plan to place it on the balcony of my brother-in-law’s house so he can exercise even after work."

On the balcony? Lin Xu thought. That treadmill would most likely end up as a clothes drying rack. Especially in winter, drying quilts and such on a treadmill is especially convenient. Those deluxe models are particularly good because their frames are sturdy enough not to tip over.

Lin Xu knew all too well how these things ended up. The reason was simple: before developing the scenic area, his father, Lin Hongqi, had impulsively bought a treadmill. After that, everything in the Lin Family home, from quilts and bedsheets to insoles and socks, found a new place to air out. You could even place a piece of cardboard across the treadmill to dry some preserved vegetables or whatnot; it was exceptionally handy.

I hope Senior Brother’s treadmill doesn’t meet the same fate.

As he was thinking this, Dachun said, "To make sure he doesn’t skip his workouts, I’ll connect the treadmill to my phone. If he hasn’t run his target distance by ten P.M., I’ll call and harass him. I bet his physical fitness will improve."

Tsk, tsk. With this training regimen, Senior Brother could probably run a half-marathon next year without any problem. It’s great to have a brother-in-law like that. And yet, Senior Brother always seems to find fault with him.

Around ten in the morning, Lin Xu took out the several Pork Stomachs he had cooked that morning from the cold storage, ready to make Hot and Sour Shredded Pork Stomach Soup.

The ingredients for this soup are very simple and flexible. Basically, any ingredient that doesn’t clash with sour and peppery flavors can be used.

However, besides shredded Pork Stomach, the most common additions are usually shredded Scallion and Ginger, shredded carrots, and shredded wood ear mushrooms. Occasionally, shredded Bamboo Shoots, glass noodles, or shredded daylily flowers might also be added.