Chapter 7 Mei's hard-working cooking skills have been practiced on dogs)
A group of kitchen boys nodded, apparently agreeing with what these two people said.
"You can insult eggs, but please don't insult the dish of scrambled eggs." Cheng Chubi's face darkened and he said decisively.
He seemed to see a thin and somewhat stooped figure busy in the kitchen. As the oil smoke spread, the fragrant aroma of chopped green onions and eggs seemed to hit his face...
"???"
Chef Mei's face turned dark, and he looked at Mr. Cheng San with sorrow and anger. These words were so heart-breaking, thinking that I am a well-known chef in Chang'an gourmet circles.
If my cooking skills were not good, would Duke Lu's government pay me a huge salary to hire me as a chef? Scrambled eggs, I have been frying them for nearly ten years, and I have fried at least three to five thousand plates, if not ten thousand.
You, you actually said that I insulted the dish of scrambled eggs?
"Brother Mei, now that you know what my third son is doing, you must hold on tight..."
The long-necked Cheng Ji on the side saw the short-necked Chef Mei looking like he was about to explode with anger. He pointed at his head and winked in a wild hint.
Chef Mei took out a breath, forced a smile and was about to speak, when his face suddenly changed. "Third, why is Third Young Master crying?"
Everyone noticed that Cheng Chubi, who was feeling depressed just now, had red eyes and sparkling crystals in his eye sockets.
"Third brother, let's stop insulting the eggs. Can we go back to the house?" Cheng Laosi came forward fearfully.
Seeing Cheng Laosi's distorted expression and the frightened appearance of others, Cheng Chubi was unhappy.
"I'm fine. Go and get four more eggs. I remember there is vegetable oil in the kitchen. Bring me a can and the copper basin I used to wash my face in."
"Third brother, what do you want to do?" Cheng Laosi and the others were all confused. They could still understand the eggs and vegetable oil, but what did they mean by taking the copper basin for washing?
"I know very well what I want to do, so I won't hurry up." Cheng Chubi said impatiently.
"Okay, okay, Third Young Master, please don't be fooled. You are all doing nothing in a daze, and you still don't follow Third Young Master's instructions." Cheng Ji turned his head and blinked crazily.
The kitchen staff understood this and hurriedly followed the instructions of the third young master who was about to fall ill to fetch various utensils.
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Cheng Chubi first placed the cleaned copper basin on the stove. Fortunately, the stove mouth was also round, so it was a suitable size, but the bottom of the pot was a little flat. Then he beat the egg yolks in an orderly manner.
It was seen that Cheng Chubi poured the oil into the copper basin after it had been burned and changed color slightly, and then poured the egg liquid into the copper basin along the edge of the copper basin.
Then he carefully rotated the copper basin until the egg liquid rolled in the hot oil and bubbled up. Then he started to push gently with the spoon to let the egg liquid mature completely, and then used the edge of the copper spoon to cut the solidified egg liquid into pieces.
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After that, sprinkle the tender scallions into the copper basin, stir-fry a few times quickly, and put them into the plate that had been prepared aside.
Everyone saw a plate of bright yellow color mixed with emerald green and white, exuding an alluring fragrance.
"It smells so good... what kind of delicious food is this, and it's so beautiful." Cheng Laosi, who had already approached the stove at some point, almost drooled.
Chef Mei, who was feeling very unhappy, looked at the plate of delicious, delicious and delicious scrambled eggs in front of him and his eyes widened in disbelief.
This completely refreshed his perspective and subverted his understanding of culinary arts for more than 30 years.
"No, how can scrambled eggs be fried like this?"
"This is called scrambled eggs..." Seeing the shocked eyes of the people around him, Cheng Chubi smiled proudly. He stretched out his hand to the chopsticks next to him, hey? Hey? Hey?...
Cheng Laosi had already taken the initiative, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth.
"Hot, wow...so hot...wow, so fragrant and delicious...hot, hot..." Everyone looked at Cheng Laosi with a black look on his face, who was leading the way with a grin on his face. They always felt that this was
It's the crazy one.
Uncle Ji also took a bite, and his eyes suddenly lit up. "It's so fragrant and so fresh."
"Third brother, how did you do it?" Cheng Laosi stuck out his tongue and asked curiously.
The originally lively scene suddenly became silent again, and pairs of eyes fell on Cheng Chubi.
Yes, Third Young Master Cheng is like the other young gentlemen. If they say they are good at drinking and playing with an axe, they admit that they don't know how to cook at all.
Seeing the pair of Shangqings who were full of doubts, Cheng Chubi was not happy. I am a person with a headache. If you ask such a question, don't you treat me as a normal person?
"Have you forgotten that there are three old men with white beards in my head?"
Cheng Laosi was completely confused. "Third brother, if the old man with white beard didn't teach you medical skills, how can he teach you cooking skills?"
Cheng Chubi chuckled. "You asked a good question. This time, the person who taught me the third brother is the old man with a white beard in yellow clothes."
"What about last time?"
"The last person who taught Third Brother was the old man with a white beard in red clothes."
Cheng Chubi patted Cheng Laosi on the head. Sometimes naughty children are very useful. He gave him several steps and successfully solved the reason why he knew how to cook.
Seeing this ambitious third son, the kitchen staff instantly became trembling with fear.
Thinking of the old man with three white beards wearing red, yellow and blue Taoist robes squatting in the mind of the Third Young Master, I asked you if you are afraid?
At this moment, a servant came to summon him, saying that Yuan Tiangang and Sun Simiao came to visit him.
Cheng Chubi glanced helplessly at his scrambled eggs, swallowed his saliva and left.
At this moment, there was only a large piece of scrambled eggs with chopped green onions left on the plate. Next to it, a few kitchen boys who had brought chopsticks were about to start.
Chef Mei, who finally came to his senses, immediately became anxious and blocked it with both hands. "Don't move."
"Chef Mei, you should try it too, it tastes really good." Cheng Ji could only put down his chopsticks with hesitation. After all, Chef Mei was invited by himself, so he couldn't offend him just for a bite of eggs.
Chef Mei hummed and picked up a piece of scrambled egg with a very serious expression.
First, he carefully examined its fluffy shape, and then smelled its aroma. The moment it was put into his mouth, Chef Mei's eyes suddenly widened.
Then he slowly closed his eyes and relaxed his frown.
The third young master added a few drops of rice wine when beating the egg yolks, which completely eliminated the slight fishy smell of the eggs themselves.
The fragrance of vegetarian oil is light and elegant, and it does not make people feel too greasy like animal fat.
The fluffy and tender taste is so pleasant. Without the saltiness of tempeh, the fresh fragrance of eggs and chopped green onion are fully stimulated.
"Steward, Chef Mei seems to be crying." The waiter on the side tugged at the corner of Cheng Ji's clothes and whispered.
Only then did Cheng Ji notice that a turbid tear was dripping down the corner of Chef Mei's closed eyes.
Everyone heard Chef Mei murmuring to himself. "How did he do it? Could it be that all the cooking skills that Mei has practiced hard for decades have been trained on dogs."