"How does it taste?" Zhao Xi came out at some point and stood by the table, holding a can of ice-cold Harbin beer in his hand.

"It's delicious! The pot dumplings made by my uncle are the most authentic!" Mu Lu activated his dog licking mode and launched his skills towards Zhao Xi.

"Oh, thank you, what do you think?" Zhao Xi politely responded to Mu Lu and looked at Su Zifang.

"tasty."

Zhao Xi:......

If the situation is embarrassing, you can play a children's song: "Big eyes, small eyes, don't be afraid of slipping when walking... la la~ la la~ la la la~ la!"

"Nothing else?" Zhao Xi looked a little disappointed. A chef of this level failed him in making this dish. He was no different from ordinary diners!

[It was detected that the host tasted the A-level cuisine Zhao Ji Guobao Pork, and the tasting function was turned on. Current level: Intermediate tasting.]*

[The salt we have eaten is more than the rice you have eaten. The road ahead is long and we will work hard in the future.]

[Actively triggered, it can be used to analyze the advantages and disadvantages of the host's tasting dishes. There is no cooling, no consumption, and it can be upgraded with the host's cooking expertise. 】

Su Zifang looked at the prompt in front of him happily.

Is this a gift from heaven? I feel that the system is too kind to me, and the tasting function comes just when I need it.

After turning on the tasting, you look at the Guobao Pork on the plate, and a whole panel of information is displayed.

"Shit!" Su Zi was worried about the turmoil, but tried to pretend to be calm, "Well, actually, there are still a few things I can say."

"Huh? Please speak." Zhao Xi saw the change in Su Zifang's expression and was a little curious about what he could say, so he immediately sat next to Zhao Xiaoman.

Mu Lu kicked Su Zifang under the table, with "???" written all over his face.

"Um……"

To outsiders, Su Zifang paused for a few seconds to think. In fact, he was trying hard to pick out the appropriate content from the intermediate tasting to avoid going too far.

"This plate of pot-wrapped pork is overall very good. The use of tomato juice and lemon for seasoning is a great innovation. The only drawback is that the tomato sauce with Northeastern characteristics is not used. It is not fragrant and mellow. The orange season is not suitable and the acidity is too obvious.

, you should switch to more mature oranges, which still have a fruity aroma."

After Su Zifang finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief when Zhao Xi didn't refute.

Mu Lu looked shocked and disbelieving: "Don't you know how to make Guobao Pork? Why are you so good at it? Are you a fast-talking chef?"

"Is there anything else?" Zhao Xi frowned slightly.

"Is this your own dish? The Guobao Pork in my impression is not like this, and the sauce is completely wrong. This recipe is a bit like sweet and sour pork, but not entirely. The authentic Guobao Pork should be vinegar.

The flavor is stronger, and the outer layer is a little soft and waxy, not completely crispy.”

"That's right. Because this dish itself was made for her." Zhao Xi picked up a piece of Guobao Pork and put it into Zhao Xiaoman's bowl.

"Xiaoman's mother passed away early. She didn't like eating meat before, but she had a special liking for ketchup. In order to let her eat more meat to supplement her nutrition, I modified the traditional pot-wrapped pork and added ketchup.

"

"I didn't expect that she likes it so much. She eats a big plate every time."

"Later, I cooked it a lot, and this dish became somewhat famous at home. Several of my apprentices also made it. I'm afraid you were the one who tasted it at that time, right?" Zhao Xi looked at Mu Lu.

"Yes!" Mu Lu nodded blankly.

"After Xiaoman went to college, I was worried that she would be a picky eater. Anyway, I could work anywhere, so I simply quit my job at the Harbin Hotel to open a restaurant here and cook for Xiaoman every day."

When Zhao Xi spoke, his eyes were always on Zhao Xiaoman, and his doting eyes turned into a substantial barrier of fatherly love.

"Boss Su, I have remembered the points you just mentioned. After there are improvements, I will invite you to taste them again." Zhao Xi stood up and nodded to Su Zifang.

"Okay, let's go back first without disturbing Master Zhao." Su Zifang pulled Mu Lu to say goodbye and left.

"It's fine, why did you leave so suddenly?" Mu Lu complained and followed Su Zifang.

"Didn't you see that Master Zhao has already seen off the guests? If you keep waiting, Master Zhao might make you into a pot of steamed pork." Su Zifang was a little funny and wanted to scare Mu Lu.

"Oh, I thought you were going to have a competition, where new chefs challenge veteran chefs and serve dishes that shine, and then I take the opportunity to be the judge."

Su Zifang:......

After the appraisal, he is another middle-school boy who has read too many food novels!

After returning to Xile Street with Mu Lu, Su Zi plunged into the kitchen.

Just before leaving, Zhao Xi suddenly said something to him: "Do you want to make authentic Guobao Pork? Or do you want to make the Guobao Pork you want?"

Su Zifang didn't react just now, but now when he returned to the store, he suddenly realized that Zhao Xi seemed to be giving him directions.

“But aren’t the authentic Guobaorou and the Guobaorou you want to make the same thing?”

Could it be that the delicious Guobao Pork made by Zhao Xi is not because of his good cooking skills? But because he wants to make Guobao Pork?

As he thought about it, Jia Xibei's voice floated into Su Zifang's ears again.

"I don't care why you came to the Old South, but in the future, you must figure out one question, why are you here? At least, when you graduate, you can't say why you became a chef after spending four years here.

Why don’t you know how to cook even one dish?”

It seems that what Zhao Xi said is similar to what he said?

Su Zifang fell into deep thought.

Both big guys said the same thing. If this sentence is not nonsense, then it must contain some very critical information.

Su Zifang still clearly remembers Zhao Xi's posture when making pot-roasted pork and his knife skills. There is nothing outstanding about it. For a senior chef who has been in the industry for many years, it can only be regarded as average.

Zhao Xi's Guobao Pork is made for Zhao Xiaoman, and his Guobao Pork is made for Catalog. They are all made for diners, and there seems to be no difference!

Su Zifang had a vague feeling, and he even felt that he had discovered the answer to the question, but he could not touch it, as if there was an invisible and intangible barrier.

Is the key to the question still why you want to be a chef?

Su Zifang closed his eyes and began to recall the reasons why he became a chef.

He is not as devoted to love as Lu Renjie, nor does he have the worry of inheriting the skills of a cooking family. It's just that his parents own a dry goods store, so when he was choosing a major, he asked: How about learning to be a chef?

"In the future, if one of your classmates becomes prosperous, you will not be starved to death if you inherit the property." Su Lianzheng's words were rough and unreasonable.

So during the college entrance examination, Su Zifang really chose the Old South and entered the most glorious culinary department.

When he was studying in school, his performance was mediocre, and even he was a little surprised to be awarded the title of Outstanding Graduate.

When I just left school, I could only cook four dishes, and two of them were at the side dish level.

If there is no system, the most likely possibility for him now is to work as a snack cook in S County in front of the school, with five insurances and one housing fund, and a monthly salary of 4,000.

I will never become a chef who eats and talks nothing like I do now.

Thinking about it this way, Su Zifang was really confused.
Chapter completed!