Early the next morning, when Ma Hua got up, it was still dark and he went out. Instead of going to work, he went to the market early, took his family's meat stamps and some money, and bought an old hen.

, asked someone to help with it, and then went to the steel rolling mill.

In this era, supply is limited and it is a planned economy. People all over the country are tightening their belts, so they need tickets to buy everything. To buy food, you need food stamps, to buy oil, you need oil stamps, to buy meat, you need meat stamps, and to buy bicycles, you need stamps.

Bicycle tickets, sometimes these tickets are more valuable than money, because in this era, you can't buy anything if you have money but no tickets.

Ma Hua carried the old hen and walked into the back kitchen. At this time, everyone in the back kitchen had already arrived. When they saw Ma Hua coming in, they all looked at him in surprise. You must know that for more than a year, Ma Hua has been very happy every time.

I have come a long time ago, and I have never come as late as today. Although I am not late, it is still rare and has attracted everyone's attention.

Ma Hua ignored everyone's surprised looks, carried the old hen to Silhou Zhu who was sitting on the chair, and shouted softly.

"Master!"

Everyone was stunned. Unexpectedly, in just one night, Ma Hua changed his mind to Silly Zhu. What happened?

The little fat man was even more stunned. He was trying to flatter Sha Zhu just to become his apprentice and learn a good cooking skill. How could he be so silent on weekdays?

Did MCA take the lead?

There was a trace of jealousy in the little fat man's eyes, but with a bright smile on his face, he quickly stood up and congratulated Ma Hua.

"MCA, congratulations!"

Liu Lan and others also nodded in agreement and expressed congratulations to Ma Hua. Only Silly Zhu sat there motionless, glanced at the old hen held by Ma Hua, and asked in surprise.

"What are you doing buying old hens so early in the morning?"

Ma Hua put the old hen in his hand on the table next to him, then he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Silly Zhu who didn't know why.

"Master, didn't you accept me yesterday? I remember there is a rule in the old age. To become a disciple, you need to give a bundle. As a gift, the disciple's home doesn't have anything good. So I went to the market to buy an old hen and give it to you.

, letting you go home and stew it for dinner can be regarded as my apprentice’s wish!”

Silly Zhu paused and took a deep look at Ma Hua. He did not expect that Ma Hua went to buy old hens so early in the morning and actually gave them to him. He originally thought that Ma Hua was slacking off because he became his teacher.

I was still a little dissatisfied for arriving so late, but now that the truth was revealed, I felt a little ashamed.

"You kid, you're not rich, so why are you spending so much money? There was such etiquette in old age, but it's no longer popular now!"

Although Shazhu had not attended school for a few days, he was from a well-known family after all. He was very clear about the rules of apprenticeship and apprenticeship in the past. When apprentices became apprentices, they were indeed required to send a few kinds of bouquets as a gift. But now this month,

No family is rich and life is very difficult, so these old rules are no longer adhered to.

Liu Lan looked at the satisfied smile on Sha Zhu's face and immediately joked.

"Silly Zhu, don't act like a good boy even if you get an advantage. This is MCA's way of honoring you, so just secretly enjoy it in your heart!"

Silly Zhu was not a scheming person to begin with. When he heard Liu Lan's joke, he grinned from ear to ear. Although he complained about MCA for spending money in vain, in fact, how could he not be happy about MCA's sensible and filial disciples?

Where to find it.

"Liu Lan, don't praise him. This kid will easily get his tail kicked up without praise!"

Silly Zhu stood up and patted Ma Hua on the shoulder, very hard. He was obviously very pleased with what Ma Hua had done. He accepted a disciple last night. It was one thing not to mention these rules. It was another thing for Ma Hua to be sensible. Master

The disciples suddenly became much closer to each other.

After a busy morning, everyone in the kitchen finally had some time to rest. They all left the kitchen and chatted with acquaintances to relieve their boredom. Only Sha Zhu and Ma Hua were left in the kitchen.

Silly Zhu looked at the empty kitchen, waved to Ma Hua, glanced at the stove and said.

"In the past year, you kid, every time you finish your work, you will stare at the stove and watch me and the chefs cooking. You have learned a lot from it. Today you will use the leftover potato shreds to make a hot and sour potato shreds. Let me see.

What exactly have you learned, so that I can understand your level and think about how to teach you something!"

Although Sha Zhu doesn't understand some profound principles, he also knows that teaching students in accordance with their aptitude is the key factor that determines the progress of teaching. Fortunately, MCA's knife skills are already proficient, so there is no need to waste time honing the knife skills. I think back then, Sha Zhu learned

Even though he was taught by his father, He Daqing, he spent three years cutting meat first, honing his knife skills bit by bit. The quality of his knife skills determines the processing of ingredients, and is crucial to the subsequent heat and seasoning.

function.

Ma Hua is also not afraid of the stage. Although he has not worked on the stove for more than a year in the kitchen, he now lives alone and practices the skills he has learned every day. His cooking skills have skyrocketed, to put it bluntly.

, his control over the heat and seasoning has become very good, and he can be regarded as a qualified chef.

MCA divides the level of chefs into six levels: apprentice, third-rate chef, second-rate chef, first-rate chef, master chef, and master chef.

Nowadays, Shazhu can be said to have just stepped into the realm of culinary masters, while Ma Hua has temporarily set his cooking skills at the level of a third-rate chef. It’s not that his skills are not good, but because he only knows some home-cooked dishes.

, knows that there are too few dishes, otherwise he will be at least as good as a second-rate chef, or even as strong as a first-rate chef.

Ma Hua looked calm as he raised the fire. The hot flames shone on his still slightly immature face, but he exuded a calm air. He was very steady. He heated up the pot methodically, poured in the oil, and waited.

The oil started to smoke, and when it was 60 to 70% hot, I poured the oil out and poured in the cold oil again. Then I began to stir-fry the various ingredients step by step. The flames rose and the fire shined. Silly Zhu stood aside.

Looking at it, I nodded frequently. This boy from Ma Hua is indeed very qualified. His ability to make spicy and sour potato shreds is no less than that of several other chefs.

Ma Hua finally cooked a little balsamic vinegar into the iron pot. It evaporated instantly, leaving only the aroma of vinegar. Ma Hua then picked up the pot, scooped out the shredded potatoes, put them on a plate, and threw the frying spoon into the pot.
Chapter completed!