The three hundred and nineteenth chapter is very bitter.
Seeing Huang Xiaobei walking back to his workbench with a depressed look on his face, Master Zhao finally mixed the cold dishes three times and looked up at him. Seeing Huang Xiaobei's sulky look, Master Zhao was speechless.
A smile.
Pour the cold dishes into three plates respectively, but because of the injury to his right hand, even though he was very careful, he still poured a lot of the dishes outside. Looking at the time at the venue, there was less than 10 minutes until the end of the game.
It was the last twenty minutes, but his staple food was not ready yet... Thinking of this, Master Zhao dropped the kitchen knife in his hand resignedly and sighed deeply.
He knew that he had absolutely no hope in this competition.
Turning his head slightly, Master Zhao found that Huang Xiaobei was standing not far away, looking straight at him.
Seeing himself looking at him, Huang Xiaobei quickly turned his head back and walked back to his workbench in embarrassment. Seeing this, Master Zhao smiled kindly.
"Young man, you don't know what dessert to make, do you? Come on, let's see if you can make my stewed pears with rock sugar." After saying that, Master Zhao pushed forward a bright-colored stewed pears with rock sugar next to his workbench.
Pushed.
Huang Xiaobei shyly stretched out his neck to look at it, then scratched his head and said, "Uncle, how do you make this thing? Can you just put some sugar in it and boil the pears?"
"I can't tell you, if you search the Internet on your mobile phone, it's not difficult, you should be able to make it." Master Zhao, who had completely given up, did not want to continue struggling, and finished all the dishes he had prepared with his left hand.
After putting it on the dining car, he turned to look in the direction of Huang Xiaobei, obviously preparing to help his junior, or hoping to bring a certain junior who was like a gambler back to the right path.
But at this moment, just when Master Zhao was about to start cooking after Huang Xiaobei read the recipe, and then gave a little guidance, he saw Huang Xiaobei staring at him with an embarrassed look on his face and twitching the corner of his mouth.
He said, "Uncle, can, can we discuss something?"
Master Zhao looked at him strangely, "What's the matter?"
"Um, can you lend me your phone? It's me, my phone, it, it can't connect to the Internet..."
Master Zhao's eyes widened and he stared at the special correspondent with a look of astonishment. He thought to himself, these days, are there still telephones that cannot connect to the Internet? I wonder, these days, are there still young people who can leave the Internet?
The next second, when Huang Xiaobei took out his Nokia, Master Zhao's expression changed again...it became so complicated. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, "Who is this kid?"
What way is it? Why does it seem more and more outrageous the more I look at it?"
Sighing and handing his mobile phone to Huang Xiaobei, Master Zhao said with a very complicated expression, "Young man, what on earth do you do?"
The special correspondent scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Well, I should be a sweeper, but I also have the job of a special correspondent. Besides...forget it, uncle, I am in trouble myself.
"
Master Zhao shook his head and said nothing.
"Hey, uncle, can I ask you something?" Seeing that Master Zhao is a nice person, Huang Xiaobei became thick-skinned. In fact, he mainly wanted to chat with Master Zhao and resolve the awkward atmosphere.
.
Hearing this, Master Zhao looked at his bandaged right hand and sighed, "You want to ask me about this hand, right?"
Huang Xiaobei nodded apologetically and said, "Uncle, I don't mean anything else, I'm just a little curious. The main reason is that your hands are injured, so why are you competing? And I just saw that every dish of yours is at least heavy."
I made it twice, but I accidentally added too much salt or spilled the vinegar. Why are you bothering?"
In fact, at the cooking competition, contestants should not be able to communicate with each other. Of course, there is indeed no such thing in the rules of the competition, but people like Huang Xiaobei and Master Zhao stood together and chatted openly, and even Zhao
If the master still guides him, that is definitely against the rules.
But unexpectedly, the three judges present didn't say anything. They sat quietly on the judges' bench. The beautiful and gentle Chairman Dongfang even smiled and pulled the hair around his ears, saying that he listened to Huang Xiaobei.
I really miss the feeling of talking nonsense.
Hearing Huang Xiaobei's question, Master Zhao sighed deeply and said, "What else can I do? My results in the last competition were good, and I was very confident to participate in the competition this time. No matter what happens, at least
I could also make it to the semi-finals, but who would have thought that I accidentally injured my hand before the game. Originally I wanted to quit, but..."
Master Zhao shook his head bitterly, "But our boss doesn't agree... Haha, I know what he wants, buy opponents from the same group as me, and then win a lot of money, after all, I am the last one
I am one of the semi-finals of this year, many people will buy me, and I am just a part-time worker, what can I do..."
Master Zhao sighed and shook his head with his hands behind his back, "Forget it, I won't say it anymore, but I still have one thing to advise you, don't touch the word gambling. You may not know that the last champion had this problem.
, I heard that in the past few years, I have lost all my property, and I still owe a lot of foreign debt. Alas, gambling is really not a good word. Once you get involved, your life will be over."
Commissioner Huang followed the recipe on his mobile phone and carefully washed the pear, while nodding his head and saying, "You are right, gambling is not a good thing, and you will be unlucky if you do, so I have a lot of experience in this aspect.
"
Next, Huang Xiaobei chatted with Master Zhao while slowly peeling the outer skin of the snow pear with the kitchen knife in his hand. After peeling off all the outer skin, Huang Xiaobei carefully cut off the pear stem and handle, and then
Then the snow pear was cut into slices in an orderly manner.
Putting the snow pears into the bowl, Huang Xiaobei sprinkled on it the amount of rock sugar he felt was about the same. Then he hurriedly looked at Master Zhao standing next to him. When he saw Master Zhao smiling and nodding towards him, Huang Xiaobei
Bei then put the snow pears into the pot and started steaming them.
Seeing Huang Xiaobei grab just the right amount of rock sugar with a casual grab, Master Zhao could not help but nod secretly in his heart, feeling satisfied with Huang Xiaobei's outstanding performance. Okay, very good, no, it should be said to be very good.
Although Huang Xiaobei just grabbed a handful of rock candy, in fact, what he revealed was a real sense of experience! If nothing else, the first time he made this dish, he could measure the amount.
Such a good grasp is definitely due to the rich experience accumulated in the past.
Thinking back to the skillful knife skills that Huang Xiaobei inadvertently displayed when cutting pear, Master Zhao felt that if he saw it correctly, Huang Xiaobei was definitely a person who had been hanging around the stove for seven or eight years. Thinking of this,
Master Zhao couldn't help but frowned, but how could a young man in his twenties stay at the stove for seven or eight years?
Looking at the dishes prepared by Huang Xiaobei next to him, Master Zhao rolled his eyes after thinking for a moment, then he picked up a chopstick with his left hand and tasted a little.
After tasting it, Master Zhao's eyes lit up.
It's delicious. It doesn't mean that it's an outstanding or addictive taste. It's just a very ordinary and ordinary home-cooked meal. It just tastes really good and has a very comfortable feeling.
Not only that, Huang Xiaobei controlled the heat very well, and the ingredients used for various condiments were also perfect, no more and no less. Even the egg fried rice was unexpectedly not the kind that ordinary people can make.
The greasy feeling is very attractive.
In fact, what really satisfied Master Zhao was that the bland and comfortable taste that lingered in his mouth should appear in the hands of a housewife who had worked hard on the stove for more than ten years, but he did not start from Huang Xiao
Bei, a twenty-year-old young man, tasted that taste in his hands, a very simple and appetizing taste.
Seeing this, Master Zhao looked at Huang Xiaobei with bright eyes and asked, "Son, how many years have you been cooking? You won't be able to master this skill for less than ten years."
Huang Xiaobei stared at the big pot of steamed pears in front of him and said casually, "Oh, I started cooking by myself in the fourth grade of elementary school. In the fifth grade, my dad almost liked what I cooked, but these days
I haven’t done much in recent years, so I can’t believe that, hey, my craftsmanship hasn’t deteriorated.”
Hearing this, Master Zhao couldn't help but lowered his head and frowned, and murmured in a low voice, "You started cooking in fourth grade, oh, that's quite normal..." Master Zhao noticed that Huang Xiaobei only mentioned
His father did not mention his mother. When he thought about the circumstances that would cause a child in fourth grade to wander around the pot, Master Zhao had already guessed the situation.
Huang Xiaobei looked nonchalant and said with a smile, "It's okay. It was quite tiring at first, especially when I was cooking and my hands were always cutting, and the oily flowers also made me jump. It hurt, but actually
Once you get used to it, it will be easier, and once you get started it will be even easier.”
Huang Xiaobei scratched his face and said with a smile, "Actually, these are all fine. The most annoying thing is that the stove in my house is relatively high. When I was a child, I was quite short and had to step on a stool to cook. Sometimes the oil would fry me.
I was so frightened that I fell down, which hurt me, but fortunately I didn't cause any serious problems."
Master Zhao's eyes darkened, "Your dad is quite tired too, right?"
"Otherwise, I know how to make eggs. This stuff is nutritious. Both of us like to eat it." Seeing that the rock sugar was almost cooked, Huang Xiaobei opened the pot and smelled the smell. "Well, it's almost done. Let's sprinkle some more."
Add some wolfberry, hey, done."
After scattering the wolfberries, Huang Xiaobei put the lid on the pot and said cheerfully to Master Zhao, "Uncle, thank you. I'll treat you to dinner later."
"Okay." Master Zhao nodded and smiled. He stepped forward and patted Huang Xiaobei's shoulder. He said with relief in his eyes, "You are a good kid. Work hard. Although you have no hope in this competition, it depends.
You just know that you will be very successful in the future."
Faced with Master Zhao's encouragement, Huang Xiaobei scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Uncle, I don't have any big ambitions. Even if others are good to me, I will be good to them. I myself have a good reputation."
Just eat."
Master Zhao didn't reply. After a while, he smiled and nodded, "That's right. Just live a happy life. There's no need to be so tired."
"Hey, that's what I think."
Listening to the conversation between Master Zhao and Huang Xiaobei, the young man with dry white hair kept his eyes motionless on Huang Xiaobei. After staring for a long time, he withdrew his gaze in a low voice. And Dongfang
The smile has long since disappeared from Qing's face.
"I thought the reason he made all the eggs was because he was playing tricks, but it turns out... Do you want to ask his father's name?"
The young man said nothing, but reached out and patted the back of his wife's hand.
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When the time came to eleven o'clock, Dongfang Qing picked up the microphone at hand, looked at the four contestants in front of her with a smile and said, "Okay, the competition time is up. Now please stop what you are doing."
After finishing speaking, Dongfang Qing looked at Master Zhao of Yucheng Hotel with calm eyes in the front, and Master Fatty Li who was full of pride on his face. Dongfang Qing smiled softly and said, "Okay, now let's enter the tasting session, Li
Master, you will be the first to start."
"Ahem." He adjusted his chef's hat proudly, and in the next second, Master Fatty Li walked up majestically, carrying his own dishes from the dining car.