Jingling University, cafeteria.

Because the canteen was clean, Su Zifang and Mu Lu could only wait outside the door for Zhao Xiaoman to pick them up.

"Thank you, Boss Su, for being so open!" Mu Lu smiled and put his arm on Su Zifang's shoulder.

Su Zifang turned around and looked at Mu Lu with a playful smile. He regretted telling Mu Lu that morning that he was going to come to Jingling University to eat pot-wrapped pork.

This way, Mu Lu would not force him into a taxi on the grounds that he needed to eat an authentic meal of Guobao Pork to make up for the hurt he suffered after eating his own unauthentic Guobao Pork.

"Come over here!" Zhao Xiaoman poked his head out of the side door of the canteen and called the two of them over, "My dad just bought the ingredients, you have to wait a while before you can eat them."

"I can wait as long as I want." Mu Lu approached Zhao Xiaoman and said, "Uncle, please slow down and don't get tired."

Su Zifang watched Mu Lu's performance and sighed secretly, finally understanding why he felt that Zhao Ji Xiao Chao's Guobao Pork was the best in the competition.

This has nothing to do with Guobaorou, this is clearly an attempt to traffic people.

Then Su Zifang took the initiative to distance himself from Mu Lu.

God knows how resentful a father who loves his daughter will burst out when he sees the pig serving cabbage.

He even imagined that he loved her, but was blocked by her father. He resolutely took out a bank card with five million in it to express his sincerity, but his mother came forward and said that he and she were long-lost siblings.

A bloody urban drama at eight o'clock.

Ah! What a beautiful and bloody love!

"Dad!" Zhao Xiaoman's voice interrupted Su Zifang's thoughts.

Turning my eyes, I saw a red sign with white letters hanging on a stall in the middle of the second floor: Zhao Ji Xiao Chao.

The densely packed small print was all about the menu. After a quick glance, it was really home-style stir-fry: stir-fried shredded pork with various vegetables, stir-fried pork slices, stir-fried vegetables with vegetables. The price is also very affordable, 15 yuan a serving, and rice is free.

A well-built man was washing vegetables at the stall. When he heard Zhao Xiaoman's voice, he just raised his head and glanced: "You sit down first, I'll remember that."

"Don't worry, Boss Su. My dad is just like this. He doesn't care about anything when cooking."

"Well, all good chefs are like this." Su Zifang understood this situation very well. He didn't like to be disturbed by other things when preparing ingredients.

The man in the stall twitched his ears, stopped what he was doing and looked at Su Zifang: "Are you Boss Su?"

"Yes. Zhao..." Su Zifang didn't know what to call the man in the stall better.

It's too weird to call me uncle, and it's wrong to call me brother.

"Zhao Xi, the bosses around here call me Master Zhao." Seeing Su Zifang's distress, the man at the stall took the initiative to speak.

"Hello, Master Zhao."

"Yes." Zhao Xi responded and motioned for Su Zi to come closer, "Is something wrong?"

"I heard from Xiaoman that the Guobao Pork you made is delicious, and I wanted to ask for advice." Su Zifang didn't know Zhao Xi's character and had no intention of hiding it.

"Okay." Zhao Xi looked in the direction of Zhao Xiaoman, the corners of his mouth raised, and his eyes full of doting.

After looking at Su Zifang carefully for a few times, Zhao Xi said, "I heard Xiaoman say that your cooking skills are not bad?"

"I can barely make a few dishes for the table."

"It's okay." Zhao Xi smiled and nodded: "I heard from Xiaoman that you only have five dishes in your store. Not many young people are as humble as you nowadays."

"Hehe." When he praised himself, Su Zifang smiled stupidly and pretended to be stunned. Fortunately, Zhao Xi didn't ask further.

"I'll make it again and you watch. If there's anything you don't understand, I'll talk about it later." After saying that, Su Zifang continued to concentrate on the cooking in front of him without waiting for a response.

Clean large pieces of pork tenderloin, wipe off the water, cut into two to three millimeter thick slices with a knife, add salt, cooking wine, and starch, spread evenly and start marinating.

It took less than a minute for Zhao Xi to complete this set of operations. Based on his intuition, Su Zifang guessed that Zhao Xi's cooking expertise was at an advanced level or even higher.

"When will the system update a function to check the attributes of the target person?" Su Zifang complained and continued to stare at Zhao Xi's methods.

The gravy prepared by Zhao Xi is also very different from his. Stir raw tomatoes into tomato paste, squeeze the juice from half an orange, then add sugar, rice vinegar, salt and water to make it thick. It smells of lemon and tomato.

Refreshing and just right.

After mixing the gravy, Zhao Xi mixed another bowl of starch paste for wrapping the meat, added half a spoonful of salt and a few drops of oil, then poured in the marinated meat slices and stirred evenly.

Seeing that most of the oil in the pot was 60% hot, Zhao Xi grabbed a handful of onions into the pot, fried them until there were bubbles around them and immediately took them out, and put the battered meat slices into the pot one by one.

Zhao Xi patiently turned the meat slices over with chopsticks, and waited until the starch paste turned golden brown before taking it out with a whisk.

Then he turned on the high heat, and when smoke began to come out of the pot, he put the fried meat slices into the pot again. The fence was pressed down from the middle of the pot, and the meat slices were all close to the outside of the fence.

Fifteen seconds? Eighteen seconds? Su Zifang is not sure about the specific time. In short, the time for re-explosion is extremely short.

Zhao Xi's eyes never left the fence, and he fished out all the pieces of meat in just one movement.

Seeing this operation, Su Zifang was filled with envy. He asked himself, he was still far from this level of quality.

Put the griddle on a small frying pan to filter the oil. Zhao Xi took another green onion, cut it into a length of green onion, sliced ​​it with a flat knife, folded it in half, and cut it into shreds with an upright knife. In just a few seconds, he cut out a plate of five-star shredded green onions.

White, thin, long!

Put a small wok on the stove and turn on high heat, add the meat slices and gravy together and stir-fry. After a few seconds, each piece of meat will be coated in the gravy, golden and translucent, and the sweet and sour flavors are faintly dispersed.

Zhao Xi decisively turned off the heat, sprinkled with shredded green onions, and took it out of the pot.

"Please use it slowly." Zhao Xi pushed the plate out and continued busy with the work at hand.

"Thank you." Su Zi thanked her and returned to the table with the plate.

"That's the taste!" As soon as Su Zifang approached, Mu Lu picked up the chopsticks and was eager to start.

"Wait a minute, let Boss Su take a look first." Zhao Xiaoman scolded Mu Lu, who was about to make a move, "This is the teaching dish my dad gave to Boss Su. You are not allowed to eat it!"

"The potted pork won't taste good when it's cold!" Mu Lu's facial features were tangled together, as if not eating the freshly cooked potted pork was a great harm to him.

"Crack." Su Zi put it in his mouth and heard a crisp chewing sound.

The base note of tomatoes explodes in the mouth, and the moderately sweet and sour gravy is embellished with the fragrance of lemon. It is more refreshing than pure sweet and sour and can relieve greasiness. The meat slices inside are smooth, tender, fresh and fragrant, paired with gravy and

The fried to crispy dough has a more mellow flavor.

Su Zifang silently compared the pot roast pork he made.

Two seconds later, he silently stretched out his chopsticks to pick up another piece. At this time, what do you think of what you made? Doesn’t the food in front of you taste delicious?!

Seeing that the main character was using his chopsticks, Mu Lu was not to be outdone and joined in the fight for the hotpot meat, with only two words left in his mouth: "delicious!"

Su Zifang was just about to tease Mu Lu for his lack of education, but he suddenly ran out of words and couldn't think of any other description other than delicious, so he lowered his head obediently and continued to fight hard for the hotpot meat.
Chapter completed!