(The fourth child has a big three rivers, but I still want to continue running naked. Please collect, recommend, and be safe, woo hoo...)
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"Can't you?" The young man looked at Saburo again: "This little brother, come and have a taste?" []
Chen Ke then raised his chopsticks and looked at several dishes undecided.
"Let's try this 'red lotus root stuffed mutton' first," the young man seemed to have put all his confidence in him and said with an expectant look on his face: "This is one of our three signature dishes."
Chen Ke took a bite, then looked like he had eaten a fly, and said with a venomous tongue: "Red lotus root is not boiled lotus root to make it red, but red lotus flower. Its original intention is to use the fragrance of lotus to neutralize the taste of mutton.
Smell. But your family regards the flowers as lotus roots, and the dish is full of sheep smell..." After a pause, he picked up a small flower leaf from the plate and said: "You actually used safflower to dye the lotus roots. It's really imaginative.
What a force! If I eat one of your dishes and go out with a red mouth, others will think I have been poisoned. Who would dare to come to your house again!"
Chen Ke not only had a vicious tongue, but also made every sentence unreasonable, destroying the young man's self-confidence. While wiping sweat with the apron around his waist, he whispered: "Try this 'Secret Pheasant Soup' again. This is also our restaurant's
One of the top three…signature dishes.”
Chen Ke took a bite, shook his head and sighed: "What a fresh pheasant, you have ruined it like this. You don't need to boil water before cooking, but the result is all earthy smell. The cooking time is too short, and the chicken sticks to your teeth.
It's really bad! The most annoying thing is that there is chicken poop in the chicken offal. If you can't cook well, it's a matter of skill, and if you can't wash the ingredients, it's a matter of attitude. I suspect your chef has a grudge against the boss!"
"No, no..." The young man's face turned red and tears were about to fall: "Try this 'Ami Tofu' again. This is our third signature dish."
Chen Ke looked at the dish, which was yellow and mushy, and asked with wide eyes: "What is this?"
"This dish depicts the Buddha's spiritual mountain**. First, the whole square of tofu is carved into the spiritual mountain. The big man on the top of the mountain is the Buddha. The smaller ones on the side are the four bodhisattvas. The rice-sized ones below are eight hundred
Arhat." The young man pointed at this dish, maintaining his last bit of self-esteem.
"The chef is very bold. He actually cut the most difficult tofu to carve." Chen Ke asked: "Did it take a long time to carve such a complicated pattern?"
"It took me a whole day to carve..." the young man said in his heart, and now he was finally praised.
"It stinks all day long, can you smell it?" Chen Ke pinched his nose and said, "So you added cloves, star anise, tangerine peel, and bay leaves, trying to cover up the smell of spices, but the tofu turned brown.
Not to mention it, it makes people want to vomit after smelling it, brother!"
"The taste is a bit too strong. However, this dish is mainly to show the chef's carving skills." The young man said with a dying struggle.
"The chef can really kill himself with the leftover tofu. It's not his fault that he's not good at cutting, but it's wrong to use it to scare people." Chen Ke touched Liulang's head and said, "Liuluang, look at this big lump.
What?"
"..." Rokuro looked at it with wide eyes, and loudly said: "Niu's shit..."
"Ah..." The young man finally couldn't stand it any longer. He squatted down, held his head and cried loudly: "Ugh, it seems I'm really not a chef..."
"So you are a chef?" Erlang suddenly became uneasy, stood up and clasped his fists and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really don't know, brother..."
"It's because you don't know that you tell the truth..." The young man cried heartbrokenly, and said with snot and tears: "Everyone who says 'where there is a will, there is a way' is a lie. I have taught myself
I’ve been cooking for half a year and still haven’t made any progress, so I’m going to die, ugh…”
"This is not a matter of talent." Saburo said.
"Oh." The young man raised his teary eyes and looked at Saburo and said, "What's the problem?"
"There is a saying that 'the master leads you in, and learning is up to you.'" Sanlang looked like a child, but said in an old-fashioned way: "Without a master leading you in, if you fumble around on your own outside, you will never learn cooking skills in your life."
"Yes..." The young man's eyes lit up, and then he said with a gloomy expression: "It's all my fault. When my father was alive, I was idle all day long and never entered the kitchen. As a result, he died suddenly, and I had no place to study.
learned."
"Is your father the former owner of this Fulai Hotel?" Sanlang asked knowingly.
"Yes..." the young man wiped away his tears and said, "My father was still the manager of the store. At that time, Fulai was not ranked first among the three hotels in the county, but it was definitely not ranked first."
"Just tell me the second thing." Sanlang rolled his eyes and said, "Then how did he end up in such a situation?"
"My mother was the shopkeeper at that time, and there were two apprentices and three assistants in the shop. The business was quite prosperous." The young man sighed and said, "But last winter, my father suddenly died of a sudden illness, and my mother was also heartbroken.
Too much, and bedridden. The other two hotel owners had long thought that three hotels in Qingshen County were too many, and they wanted to take the opportunity to destroy us. They paid a high price and poached my father's two apprentices.
Without the boss, the business will naturally plummet."
"You have no choice but to go into battle yourself, but if you don't know anything about it, all your efforts will be in vain!" Chen Ke sighed and said, "Why not find a master to teach you?"
"Where can I find one?" the young man said with a wry smile: "Even if I want to be an apprentice, they won't want me!" In this era, craftsmanship is the bread and butter of the job, and craftsmen are very precious to themselves. Except for the children who pass on the mantle, outsiders think
To learn some crafts, you can only serve as an apprentice for five or eight years. In this way, people will not teach you by words and deeds, but will only give you a chance to steal your skills.
But as a young man, don't expect any restaurant in the county to teach him.
"Don't talk about the past." Sanlang waved his hand and said: "Let's talk about now. Do you want to learn cooking skills?"
"Of course I have, I have never dreamed of it."
"Why don't you serve tea and pay homage to your master?" Sanlang said.
"Who is my disciple?" The young man said with wide eyes, "You?"
"Yeah." Saburo nodded. Although he tried his best to act mature, he still looked very childish.
"You...I...that," the young man was a little confused and didn't know how to phrase his words like this.
"I think I'm too young to teach you, right?" Sanlang sneered: "I won't waste any time talking to you, just let me use the kitchen so that you can see what cooking is!"
"Although my brother is young, he is gifted with good cooking skills." At this time, Erlang also helped: "It is definitely a blessing for you to get his guidance."
"Ah, okay." The young man originally wanted to say, kid, don't be ridiculous. But when he thought about the child's insightful comments on the dishes, he obviously had a very high understanding of cooking skills. He had no choice but to
The doctor said, "I'm going to give you a hand."
"No need." Saburo refused.
The young man thought about it and wondered if he was not stealing from his master. So he took his four brothers downstairs to the kitchen.
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As soon as the young man left, Sanlang started to work. He didn't prepare the dishes first, but fiddled with his wooden box, and after a lot of effort, he connected it to the stove.
When he stood up, Erlang had already prepared the food as instructed... He had become a very competent cook these days as they worked together. Erlang asked curiously: "What is this wooden box?"
"The bellows of the blacksmith shop." Sanlang said without hiding anything from his brother: "It is used to increase the temperature of the furnace." He and Wulang worked together to remove the original pot on the stove and replace it with a newly bought thin pot and said: "Pot
It’s too thick and affects heat conduction.”
"Why is it so hot?" Korokuro asked with wide eyes.
"Stir-fried dishes need to be cooked at high temperatures and quickly." Saburo said calmly, "In this way, we can maintain the deliciousness of the ingredients as much as possible and create perfect dishes!"
There was a fire in the stove, and after adding good bamboo charcoal, Wulang started to blow the bellows, and the wind blew loudly. As expected, the fire was so high that the water vapor in the iron pot was quickly evaporated.
Sanlang shouted "Hello" and poured oil into the pot. When the oil temperature rose, he added onions, ginger and shredded pork and stir-fry quickly. When the meat turned white, he took it out with a spatula and shouted at the same time: "Want more heat!"
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Heiwulang used all his strength to pull the bellows until it whirred.
When the oil warmed up, Saburo put in the bean paste, noodle sauce and brown sugar and shouted: "Stop!"
Wulang let go of the bellows and breathed heavily.
As soon as the bellows stopped and the fire was low, Saburo used a spatula to stir-fry until the sauce was fragrant and small bubbles appeared. Then he shouted: "Fire!"
"Oh..." Wulang quickly pulled hard again.
After changing the heat to high, Saburo added the shredded pork and stir-fried until it was fragrant, then poured in sesame oil and took it out of the pan.
Erlang put the prepared shredded green onions and qianzhang...that is, tofu skin, and asked Liulang to take it out.
Korokuro carefully brought it to the door. The young boss and the waiter had been looking forward to it for a long time. When they saw this plate of dishes with fragrant sauce and unique shape, the two people who were still unconvinced were immediately swayed.
He quickly took it and put it on the table. The two of them stared at each other. They had never seen such a dish before: "What is this dish called?"
"Shredded pork with Kyojiang sauce." Rokuro thought about his brother's words and said, "Wrap it in a thousand sheets and eat it."
The two of them followed Rokuro's example, picked up a piece of tofu skin, sandwiched it with shredded pork and green onions, and carefully took a bite. Suddenly, the tenderness of the shredded meat, the spicy crispiness of the shredded green onions, and the chewy texture of the tofu skin all merged together.
, that’s a mouthful of flavor and endless aftertaste!
"It's delicious, it's so delicious. I've never eaten such delicious food..." The waiter stuffed it into his mouth and mumbled excitedly: "Ugh, what should I do if I can't eat it in the future?"
The young man even burst into tears. Compared with this dish, his own cooking was worse than shit. He suddenly thought of the legend his father had told, and he shuddered all over, and cried out: "Could it be that this is the legendary stir-fry?"
We are looking for a supporting cast, this guy who cooks, he has a great role. If you are interested, please leave a message in the book review area. Well, the name should not be too unconventional or too modern...
