It's getting dark.

Su Zifang poured the unknown number of pieces of chopped tofu back into the basin.

After studying so many videos and being trained in knife skills by Xue Yi, I still couldn't be satisfied with Wensi Tofu.

He lowered his head and began to think about whether he should change his dish for the competition.

Let alone second place, such a Wensi Tofu would probably be disqualified on the spot, right?

"Here, let's have something to eat."

Su Zifang raised his head: "An Yan? Why are you here?"

"The buffet has been closed. Only a piece of bread has been brought out. You can eat it first. If it is not enough, I will buy it later." Shen Anyan handed over a piece of bread and said softly.

"I heard from Xiaoman that you didn't go to dinner. I just happened to come over after finishing my work here. I didn't expect that you haven't gone back yet."

"I can't think of what to cook, it feels a bit lacking." Su Zifang took the bread and took a big bite. The aroma of wheat melted between his lips and teeth, and it was a little sweet.

"Is this Wensi Tofu?" Shen Anyan saw the shredded tofu in the basin: "Aren't many chefs already making it?"

"Yeah." Su Zifang nodded and shook his head: "I haven't yet."

After saying that, he didn't care that Shen Anyan was not a chef and continued to speak: "The tofu is the same, the knife skills are the same, and the cutting is the same, but it always feels a little worse."

"Grandpa Xue taught you how to do it?"

"no."

"Is that Teacher Jia? Or did Master Zhao teach you to do this?" Shen Anyan was a little confused.

She had seen the shredded tofu that Su Zifang had cut before. The waste in the basin was now much better than before. Even the Wensi tofu made by some contestants two days ago was not as good as Su Zifang, but she didn't know why Su Zifang Zi Fang still felt not satisfied enough.

"Learned by watching videos."

Su Zi answered smoothly

"Whose video is better than Mr. Xue's?" Shen Anyan knew that there were only three famous chefs close to Su Zifang, but Wen Wensi Tofu, Jia Xibei and Zhao Xi couldn't keep up with Xue Yi, but this Under such circumstances, Su Zifang still chose to watch the video. There was only one result. He felt that this person did better than Xue Yi.

"Wen... Wensi Tofu's video."

Su Zifang uttered a syllable and then quickly changed his words and did not say the name of Monk Wensi. Otherwise, even if Shen Anyan was next to him, she would think that he was crazy about cooking. How could he learn to cook from a person who lived hundreds of years ago.

Although he really learned it by watching Monk Wensi’s videos, he still felt uncomfortable knowing that only he knew and no one was communicating with him!

"Does it have to be this way?" Shen Anyan asked.

"Uh-huh!"

Su Zifang pondered for a few seconds and nodded heavily.

Although he had been struggling with whether to change another dish, when Shen Anyan asked, he realized that he still wanted to use Wensi Tofu as the last dish.

"Does it have any special significance?"

Many images flashed through Su Zifang's mind.

The system’s astonishment, surprise, excitement, the reward of completing the task for the first time, the excitement of opening the recipe for the first time, and the shock of seeing the Wensi Tofu video for the first time...

It seems that I have really begun to accept myself as a chef. This all started with Wensi Tofu, right?

I began to feel the shock and depth of cooking, and began to think about what my original intention was?

Is it Lu Renjie’s tomato scrambled eggs, Zhao Xiaoman’s sweet and sour pork, Xue Yi’s Longjing shrimp? Or is it my own Wensi tofu?

It seems that he has always felt that making delicious food for others to eat will make him happy. This is his original intention.

Now it seems that when I made Wensi Tofu, I had no such thoughts at all. I only thought about how to cut the tofu well and how to make the broth. I didn't think about how to make others happy to eat.

"Maybe when making a dish, you should always think about making it perfect?" Su Zifang tapped his head and thought about something.

"If this is the reason..."

"Tell me, when Monk Wensi made Wensi Tofu, was it to make delicious tofu dishes to improve the food?" Su Zifang suddenly asked.

Shen Anyan was a little stunned when she heard this question. She didn't understand why the conversation turned to the monk while they were talking about tofu, but she still thought carefully for a few seconds and answered.

"Probably not."

"Why?"

"Monks pay attention to the purity of the six sense organs. If you insist on the quality of the taste, it should be considered a breach of the precept, right? Appetite and appetite?" Shen Anyan tried to supplement her thoughts with her only knowledge.

"Well, that makes sense."

Seeing that Su Zifang was about to get into trouble again, Shen Anyan coughed twice: "Why did you think of asking this question?"

"I was just wondering why Monk Wensi cooked this dish back then."

"I think you are thinking too complicatedly? There is no reason for the food itself, just the way it is presented. Maybe Monk Wensi just ate tofu slices and too many tofu cubes. One day, he suddenly had a whim and wanted to try shredded tofu. No matter how fine you cut it, you will finally have this dish." Shen Anyan said with relief.

"And you're not a monk. You can do whatever you want him to do. Just think about what you want to do."

"Bang!"

Shen Anyan's words were a wake-up call for Su Zifang.

"That's right, I'm not Monk Wensi...if I blindly imitate and learn from him, but don't have his feelings, I naturally won't be able to make something like this."

"The system is not asking me to make Wensi Tofu like Monk Wensi. It is just giving me a reference. Why is it that with the system, my IQ is gradually lowering!"

Su Zifang sighed and stood up suddenly to look at Shen Anyan: "Thank you!"

Shen Anyan:??

"What did I do? Why did I just say thank you?"

"Hey, what are you doing?"

While Shen Anyan was stunned, Su Zifang had already trotted to the food storage area and came back with a bag of soybeans.

"I've thought about it clearly. I was probably too obsessed with being like others before, so I imitated too much in some places. As a result, I didn't even think about what to do with this dish. I want to change my thinking..." Su Zifang He talked a lot, his eyes shining with confidence.

"Oh...Okay, come on!" Although Shen Anyan didn't understand why Su Zifang was suddenly as full of fighting spirit as if he had been given a shot of blood.

But she also knew that there was no need to say anything at this time, just stand by and cheer.

"Is it better to retreat to the side and wait? It seems that the chef doesn't like others to stand around and watch when he is cooking, right?" Shen Anyan quietly moved her steps and planned to walk out of the cooking table.

"Get me a basin of water." Su Zifang suddenly stopped her and handed over an iron basin without any surprise: "Then wash these soybeans again and select the ones without insect holes for me."

"Huh?" Shen Anyan was a little confused. Wasn't she making Wensi tofu? Why did she suddenly have to soak soybeans?

"I decided to start over and make Wensi Tofu exactly in my own way!"

Su Zifang nodded, showing eight teeth, and smiled so much that Shen Anyan felt warm in her heart.
Chapter completed!