Su Zi sat at the table blankly, Ren Jiahua's comments still echoing in his mind.

Suggestions for different dishes resurfaced one by one, giving Su Zifang an instant sense of transparency.

Why use winter melon?

In addition to not affecting the taste, it also looks good!

So if it’s to taste better, can we use other ingredients to make the container?

After seeing Fengqi Wutong, Su Zifang always felt that the platter dishes should be like that, but in front of Tianxia Datong, they were all scum!

My own thinking suddenly became clear.

Since tofu can be used, other ingredients can also be used!

In his impression, the protagonist of a certain gourmet show made a beef donburi using all parts of the cow, and named it the ultimate beef donburi.

And another protagonist even made a whole pig into Shaomai, and the name was particularly domineering, called Big Universe Shaomai.

Thinking about it this way, it seems to be somewhat different.

Su Zifang felt that another path had been opened for him, and his whole body was filled with eager thoughts.

Gu Pingping's three crabs made him want to stop eating.

He never thought that Huaiyang cuisine could be opened in this way.

This presentation method completely overwhelms the so-called plating and decoration abroad in terms of exquisiteness and creativity.

Su Zifang felt that his previous presentation and decoration were inferior.

What's more important is Yam Jiahua's tips.

For a good dish, in addition to the color, flavor, utensils, and image, you also need to consider the feelings of the diners.

This is different from the chef's point of view, we have to stand from the diner's point of view.

Remove the bones and remove the thorns to avoid leaving any residue. You will never tire of fine food, and you will never tire of fine meat. This is what we are talking about.

Su Zifang's eyes suddenly lit up, and his whole temperament changed a bit.

"I see!"

Ma Jiang was beside him, looking at Su Zifang who had just fallen into deep thought, then fell into chaos, and then suddenly shouted loudly, a bit of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He naturally understood what happened to Su Zifang.

It is a deeper understanding of cooking and the chef industry.

If Su Zifang was only comparable to technicians in terms of strength before, then after gaining this insight, he has also met the requirements of technicians psychologically.

It’s just that I lack experience in handling high-end ingredients.

Ma Jiang looked at Su Zifang's figure and sighed slightly.

After all, this is not something that can be understood simply through comprehension, but a unique skill that is passed down secretly by various chefs, or in other words, by several major chef factions.

Each province has its own special ingredients and its own unique cooking techniques.

And some of them are things that are integrated into the blood of chefs in this cuisine. For example, the processing of high-end seafood is the experience passed down by Cantonese chefs through word of mouth. A Yunnan chef would not be as sophisticated as a Cantonese chef anyway.

The roast duck and hot-boiled mutton made by Beijing-style chefs are also excellent. If you don't practice kung fu in a down-to-earth manner, chefs in other places will only be able to learn the superficial knowledge and not understand the deeper connotations.

Compared to Ma Jiang’s emotion.

Su Zifang's feelings became even stronger.

After seeing so many dishes that showcased the chef's abilities, he suddenly thought of how to innovate his own dishes.

I used to be too stuck on form and taste, which really delayed my talent of being fed by my ancestor.

"Shall we go to the kitchen to cook later?" Su Zifang looked at Ma Jiang with an uncontrollable impulse in his eyes.

Ma Jiang frowned and poured a basin of cold water on her face: "The competition will start tomorrow morning, are you sure you don't want to have a good rest?"

"Need not!"

Su Zifang said that he was very motivated to fight right now, so how could he possibly sleep.

"It's up to you. I'm going to bed after dinner. You ask Mu Fei to accompany you." Ma Jiang said that she didn't want to stay up late and pulled Mu Fei out smoothly.

So, before Mu Fei could react, Su Zifang pulled Mu Fei into the practice room prepared for the players.

"Brother Fang, have you thought of a new dish?"

Mu Fei has a family background in cooking, so he didn't feel much when listening to Ren Jiahua's explanation.

After all, with his current results, his father will definitely not interfere with his learning to cook again, and he will be able to learn the dishes Mu Xiangjun cooks by then.

I came here purely because Su Zifang dragged me here.

"Have some ideas."

Su Zifang opened the door and suddenly found that the room was a little lively.

The practice room was actually packed...

It's the same after changing a few.

Dozens of stoves were in use, the food refrigerators nearby had been emptied, and the powerful range hood was rumbling, but it still couldn't stop the mixed smell in the house.

"So crazy?"

Mu Fei looked at the people practicing and exclaimed in surprise.

But what Su Zifang was thinking about was another thing - the school pigs had to get extra meals.

"I wonder how Dabai is doing now?"

An inexplicable thought flashed through Su Zi's mind. He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Jia Xibei.

After a while, I got an answer: "I'm fatter than you."

Su Zifang:......

As a young man with a standard weight of over 60 kilograms, Jasibe actually compared his weight with that of a pig.

I really don’t know whether to say whether this state is good or bad.

After thinking for a while, he replied: "That's good."

Putting down his mobile phone, he found two empty stoves in the crowd and glanced at Mu Fei: "Hurry up and practice some. What Master Ren taught today was very good. If you understand it thoroughly, you can definitely improve a lot."

strength."

After saying that, he saw that Mu Fei's face looked a little unnatural, so he asked casually: "What's wrong?"

Mu Fei looked at the dishes next to him and thought for a while, frowned and shook his head: "I can't think of what to make."

"How could that be?" Su Zifang stopped and looked at Mu Fei.

"Why can't you think of what to do?"

Mu Fei's eyes were confused in many places.

"I originally thought that as long as the Mu family cooked well, there would be no problem, but after seeing the dishes they cooked today, I suddenly felt that there was no point in persisting like this."

"Everything I cook has been cooked by previous chefs, I just make them again."

"As Chef Ren said, no matter how good it is, it is just a classic dish in this cuisine, and it is difficult to make a breakthrough."

"If this is the case, if others say that I will probably just change from the grandson of Yunnan cuisine master Mu Yun to ordering master Mu Fei."

"Essentially, it's not me who made Yunnan cuisine famous, but because of Yunnan cuisine, everything about me is possible."

"If that's the case...then I'd rather do something creative."

Su Zifang was suddenly stunned when he heard Mu Fei's words.

What's going on?

You took Mu Fei to cook and made him depressed?

After thinking for a while, he asked tentatively: "Have you been reading too many comments sections of music software recently?"

"They say you should just listen to the songs and don't read the comments. It's too sad..."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Fei shook his head: "It has nothing to do with that, it's just that I doubt myself a bit."

"You have been silent for such a long time. Brother Fang, we can all see your progress. From not being a good cook to being like this now, your progress is almost the same every day."

"So are others, Xie Guang, Kong Yan, Sister Dan, Sister Xiaoman..."

"Everyone is making progress and has new dishes."

"Only I am still stuck in the past, stuck in the recipes passed down from my family and haven't jumped out."

"I really, really don't want to do this."
Chapter completed!