The chicken shape has finished contemplating, and it also announces that the life of the rooster at home is coming to an end.
Guan Lang took the rooster to the market stall to find someone to help kill the chicken.
He wasn't so kind that he couldn't bear to kill the chickens after they stayed at home for a few more days. It was just that it would be more convenient to let others handle them at the chicken stall.
He had no experience in killing chickens and was worried that chicken feathers and blood would be all over the floor.
Professional matters should still be left to professionals.
The rooster was made into ginseng chicken soup, paired with half a roast goose bought at the market, boiled cabbage, and lunch was ready.
Guan Lang is like a divine assistant in cooking.
As he controls his physical fitness, his error in controlling the ingredients will basically not exceed 0.3 grams.
Of course, precise control of ingredients does not mean that his cooking skills have reached the top level in the world.
Especially for Chinese chefs, it is neither realistic nor reasonable to cook strictly according to the dosage in the recipe.
Standards are just a means for new cooks to quickly master a dish, but for more advanced cooking, many things are difficult to measure with standards.
The freshness of the raw materials and the heat of the pot are different, and the suitable ingredients are naturally different. How can it be controlled simply by a series of fixed numbers in a book?
Therefore, it still requires the accumulation of experience, and when and how much materials are needed. In most cases, it is based on subconscious feeling and experience.
What Guan Lang needs is to accumulate experience in cooking again and again.
The quality of cooking can basically be judged by three aspects: knife skills, seasoning, and heat.
Needless to say, his knife skills are natural. He also has great technical advantages in terms of heat and seasoning, which is why his cooking skills have improved so rapidly.
The simmering chicken soup he is currently simmering over low heat is a great test of his cooking skills.
"Cousin, your cooking skills are so good, you will definitely make a lot of money by opening a restaurant." As time went by, Wu Yazhen had completely given up the idea of ​​surpassing Guan Lang in cooking.
The cooking skills themselves are pretty good, but the key is that they improve very quickly.
She remembered that in the first few days after arriving in Tiannan, she was just surprised that her cousin, a boy, could have good cooking skills. But to say how amazing the cooking skills really were, she couldn't really talk about it.
But now she is completely convinced, the progress is too fast.
In her opinion, this cooking skill is the best she has ever tasted.
The simplest home-cooked dishes are actually the ones that require the most effort.
There are too many basic skills in cooking. It is impossible to tell the level of a chef from just one dish, but if you try a few more dishes, you can basically judge the level of a chef's cooking skills.
It's the same home-cooked dish, the same ingredients and seasonings, an ordinary dish that any housewife can make, but it makes her unable to stop eating. Isn't this a reflection of superb cooking skills?
She used to only eat one bowl of rice at home, but now she eats at least three bowls every day when she comes to Tiannan.
Of course, she didn't know that in order to achieve this level of feasting for her, Guan Lang had also secretly considered her favorite taste, and it was not simply due to his improvement in cooking skills.
People in different regions may have different taste preferences due to differences in customs and humanities, not to mention individuals?
Although he didn't say what she liked to eat, what she hated, what her taste was like, which day she ate more shredded green peppers and pork and less macaroni, he could figure out her taste through observation.
The same dish may be 10 points to others, but to her it is 15 points, or even 20 points.
And the longer we get along, the more thorough this understanding and familiarity becomes.
"Forget it, catering is too hard." Guan Lang thought for a moment and shook his head.
Normally, cooking home-cooked meals at home is quite relaxing, but if a chef is his main job, he will have to sweat profusely in a kitchen that is like a stove in hot summer weather. Although he has strong heat tolerance, it does not mean that he likes to stay there.
in a hot environment.
"Hehe." Wu Yazhen scooped up a bowl of chicken soup and smiled.
She just mentioned it casually. If her aunt really knew that she was instigating her cousin to open a restaurant, she would definitely be scolded.
The two of them were still eating lunch when suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door outside.
Guan Lang stood up and opened the door.
Seeing the person coming, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.
She is the neighbor in the apartment next door, an older single white-collar lady of unknown age. She is wearing a delicate little suit. Shouldn't she be working at this time?
Although they live next to each other, Guan Lang's unsociable temperament means that he rarely has any contact with his neighbors.
We will say hello when we meet each other when we go out, but we are the kind of people who can't even call each other by name.
Why did she come to him? Guan Lang was a little curious.
Wu Yazhen held a bowl of rice and walked to the hall to look outside the door while eating.
Chewing the rice and swallowing it, there was also a pair of curious eyes.
When Guan Lang was about to invite the other party to sit in the room, she had already sorted out her words and broke the silence.
"I'm sorry, I want to ask if you have seen my Gugu? Is it the silver-gray chinchilla?" the white-collar lady asked with a slight frown, gesturing with her hands in the air.
Guan Lang shook his head: "Not today."
He was somewhat impressed by the silver-gray chinchilla the other party mentioned. Several times when he was drying clothes, he could see the active cat jumping up and down on the balcony next door.
And he is also a member of Qianqiu's licking cat family. Every time he takes Qianqiu out, the Jinjila will always follow Qianqiu, even its owner doesn't bother to pay attention.
Perhaps it was this that made the other party think that the lost cat might come to Guan Lang's house.
"Okay, thank you. If you see my Gugu, please tell me and I will thank you very much." Hearing Guan Lang's answer, the other party obviously looked a little lost.
The two exchanged phone numbers.
Seeing the other party's distracted look, Guan Lang hesitated and asked again: "When did your cat get lost? Did it sneak out at home?"
He has a cat at home, and he understands the other person's feelings very well, even though he thinks the other person is a bit careless.
"Well, I ran out at seven o'clock this morning. I was changing my shoes at the door. Suddenly I thought I had left my wallet in the room, so I went back to get it. Unexpectedly, it ran out at this time." The white-collar worker looked regretful. "
I just looked at my home camera at work and realized it was not at home."
"I should close the door easily. It usually likes to play hide-and-seek with me. What should I do?"
"It shouldn't go very far. Look for it in the nearby stairwells, or ask the property management company to adjust the surveillance cameras in the corridors." Guan Lang gave suggestions.
The white-collar worker was so anxious that he forgot that surveillance equipment was installed in the corridor. After hearing Guan Lang's opinion, he suddenly became enlightened and hurriedly contacted the property management company.