Picking up the tomato scrambled eggs in front of her with chopsticks, Dongfang Qing looked at it carefully. This dish is ruddy in color and pleasant in taste. It can be said to be the highest level that the tomato and egg dish can achieve.
It can also be regarded as an appetizer at ordinary people’s family banquets. But...
Dongfang Qing sighed slightly, how should I put it, if it were placed in a cooking competition, it would be really average.
Especially after they had just tasted the delicious meal of the Evil Chef God, Dongfang Qing and Chairman Wang were really a little uncomfortable looking at this extremely ordinary home-cooked meal.
Stretching out his chopsticks and taking a bite of the preserved egg tofu mixed by Commissioner Huang, Chairman Wang nodded, it was okay, the amount of various condiments was well controlled, and the tofu was extremely fresh and tender, but that was about it.
Not to mention comparing with Zi Ming, even the dishes made by Fatty Li, the chef who had spent thousands of dollars, can be said to be both delicious and delicious. Looking at Huang Xiaobei, the presentation of various dishes is very unscrupulous.
The preserved egg tofu is basically mixed and poured directly onto the plate, without paying any attention to the aesthetics of the dish. And his egg fried rice is actually a little mushy. Although it is just a little mushy, it can't escape the judges of the cooking competition.
Their discernment.
"Bang." At this time, a soft sound suddenly came from beside Dongfang Qing, and she and Chairman Wang looked towards her side.
I saw the young man with withered white hair first pick up the chopsticks and taste the tomatoes and eggs in front of him, and then ate it in one bite. The young man's eyes lit up, and he tasted Huang Xiaobei's egg fried rice again. The young man
The smile on the corner of the man's mouth became even bigger. Finally, he simply put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up a spoon and scooped the tomatoes and eggs onto the egg fried rice. After carefully mixing it for a few times, he picked up the plate and ate it.
He got up, and while eating egg fried rice mixed with tomatoes, he scooped a few spoons of preserved egg tofu into his mouth.
Looking at him with a huge appetite at this moment, holding the plate and plucking it directly into his mouth, he seemed not to be a judge of a cooking competition, but more like a manual worker who had been hungry for a long time.
Looking at her husband's devouring food, Dongfang Qing was stunned for a long time, and then slowly put a piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes into her mouth.
Carefully tasting the fragrant and comfortable taste in her mouth, Dongfang Qing's mouth gradually curved, and she finally understood why her husband ate so deliciously. Maybe the food cooked by Huang Xiaobei was not so glamorous.
, it doesn’t look like the best delicacy in the world at first glance, but it is very appetizing and can arouse the greed in people’s hearts to the greatest extent.
Yes, what he did was not that good, nor was it perfect, but it made people feel comfortable eating it, and also wanted people to eat more to fill their stomachs.
Dongfang Qing smiled softly. This kind of food may not be suitable for high-end cooking competitions, but it is the best field for home-cooked meals.
There is also the egg fried rice he made. The rice grains are crystal clear and the taste is attractive. Although he didn't control the heat a little and it became a little mushy, he still managed to make every ball of rice grains have a piece of egg on it. It was very even and it can be called
A master in the field of egg fried rice.
Seeing the young man eating so deliciously, Huang Xiaobei felt relieved and said with a smile, "Brother, the way you eat looks so much like my dad. He behaves like you every time he comes home...
..Well, it’s you like this. Brother, is it delicious? I’ll give you another bowl?”
The young man smiled at him, with approval in his eyes, "It's delicious."
Huang Xiaobei scratched his head and said, "Really or not? You don't have to praise me specially. I really don't think it's that good. However, the eldest lady also praised me for my delicious cooking. She even pestered me a few days ago.
I asked me to give it to her a few more times, but I thought it was troublesome and ignored her." Huang Xiaobei smiled inwardly, but he actually felt that his poor skills were not worthy of others.
After Chairman Wang carefully tasted every dish of Huang Xiaobei's, he was holding the bowl of rock sugar stewed pears and sipping it, "Little M, if your ability is put into competition like this, it will be really impressive."
It's average, but for ordinary people, you can do really well, mainly because you have so much experience and your talent seems to be quite good, eh, very good."
Hearing this, Huang Xiaobei scratched his face in embarrassment, "Little M... you are following the Taoist call..."
But talent... Huang Xiaobei curled up his lips, well, maybe I really have some talent in cooking. Oh, what a pity, why didn't I go to New Oriental back then?
After tasting Huang Xiaobei's dishes one by one, Dongfang Qing looked at him with bright eyes and said, "Just like Chairman Wang said, your dishes are indeed not very good in terms of color and aroma, but the taste is very attractive.
It said that your cooking is perfect, but that you have a very special skill and know how to arouse people's appetite. You must know that this can only be achieved by a very experienced chef. Can you tell me how you do it?
?" Dongfang Qing said with a smile.
Huang Xiaobei, on the other hand, was stunned. To be honest, he didn't quite understand. It's not perfect, but it still has special skills that can arouse people's appetite. Do I have such a thing?
"That second aunt... no, no, that Dongfang Chairman, I, I don't know what you are talking about. Anyway, I used to cook for me and my father every day. After cooking for a long time, it became natural
I got it... Actually, my dad didn't really like eating what I cooked at first. Then I slowly thought about it. After thinking about it, my dad really likes to eat it. Well, it's probably like that anyway.
Like this." Huang Xiaobei scratched his head and giggled.
Dongfang Qing nodded and thought to herself that it was all based on the accumulation of experience. Well, it's pretty good.
"What's your father's name?" Dongfang Qing tasted the rock sugar stewed pear in her hand and asked with a smile.
"Huang Xiaozhi." Huang Xiaobei replied.
Hearing this, Dongfang Qing's expression froze for a moment, because her father-in-law was not a filial person.
Holding hope, Dongfang Qing asked again, "Is it Huang Xiaozhi?"
Huang Xiaobei shook his head, "No, filial Shun."
Dongfang Qing was silent, and then looked with some disappointment at her husband who was holding the plate and had stopped eating. Seeing a trace of disappointment in her husband's eyes, Dongfang Qing sighed slightly, and then smiled, "Okay, I know.
Yes, you are a good child and you will definitely have a good life in the future."
At this moment, Huang Xiaobei looked strangely at Dongfang Qing and the young man who looked unnatural and a little disappointed. He actually wanted to say just now that my father used to be a junior, but I was unlucky to be a senior. Later I
Dad changed my name to Xiao in order to prevent my name from being too unpleasant, and he himself became a filial son. However, Huang Xiaobei felt that there was no need to say it so clearly. People just chatted with him about daily life, and there was nothing wrong with it.
Is it necessary to move out all the family trees?
And Huang Xiaobei really doesn't want people to know that his real name is Huang Dabei.
"Okay, you can go down and have a rest. The food is good." Dongfang Qing smiled at Huang Xiaobei, but her attitude toward Huang Xiaobei did not change just because it was not what she expected.
Just now, except for the young man who swept away all the dishes in front of him, Dongfang Qing and Chairman Wang only took a few symbolic bites and put down their chopsticks. Only the best egg fried rice was eaten by each of them.
Bowl. After all, for them, although Huang Xiaobei's home-cooked food is quite comfortable, it is still far behind in the cooking competition.
Huang Xiaobei didn't think anything of it. Instead, he was very grateful to the young and white-headed elder brother. He felt that this elder brother was really giving him face and even ate it all for him. Oh my, there are so many good people in this family.
"Master Zhao, please... serve the dishes." Seeing that Master Zhao only prepared three dishes, Dongfang Qing didn't say much and just nodded to him.
Master Zhao also looked away, but before serving the food, he turned his head and glanced at Huang Xiaobei who was passing by him. He saw Huang Xiaobei waving to him with a silly smile, and told him to come on, Master Zhao.
Then he silently looked at the dishes on his dining car, then at his bandaged right hand, and finally, Master Zhao smiled dumbly.
Forget it, it’s not easy for children either, so don’t let me, an old guy, make trouble.
After placing his three dishes in front of the judges, Master Zhao raised his head and said, "I give up the privilege of the last top four."
Dongfang Qing and Chairman Wang looked up at him at the same time, with a hint of astonishment in their eyes. Huang Xiaobei stood in front of his workbench, picked up a small portion of Dongjiang salt-baked chicken that Master Zhao left for him, and served it with
I ate the leftover egg fried rice and made myself groan.
Although he vaguely heard what Master Zhao said about the privileges of the top four in the previous competition, he didn't know what the privileges of the top four were in the previous competition, so he didn't take it to heart. On the contrary, the special correspondent was still holding his own eggs.
Fried Rice happily ran to Zi Ming who was also eating the rest of his dishes and said.
"Brother, why don't we eat instead?"
Zi Ming, who was holding a fish tail in his mouth, turned to look at Huang Xiaobei beside him, and then looked down at the egg fried rice in his hand. Zi Ming, out of habit, wanted to mock this shameless person, but in the
After thinking about it carefully, Zi Ming unexpectedly nodded and said, "Okay, let's eat something else. I don't like sweets very much anyway."
Huang Xiaobei was overjoyed, "Oh, I can change it. To be honest, brother, I really like sweet things. Hey, you don't like sweet things, why did you make so many sweet things today?" Huang Xiaobei
He gave Ziming a large bowl of egg fried rice, and he shamelessly took the plate of braised prawns and ate them and asked.
Ziming took the egg fried rice from him and looked at him with disdain, saying, "Do people who make sweets have to like to eat sweets? Even if you like them at first, you will naturally get bored after cooking too much.
Besides, this chef is not cooking, but creating art."
Huang Xiaobei was full of admiration when he heard this. He held Zi Ming's bean paste bun in his mouth and kept applauding, "I know you are not an ordinary person. Then ordinary people can't be as powerful as you. Hey, you are very popular with the devil party."
Reuse it? How much is the salary? Is there insurance?"
West Lake vinegar fish, braised prawns and Huang Xiaobei's signature egg fried rice. Not to mention, Zi Ming was quite happy eating it. It's really not a joke, Huang Xiaobei's egg fried rice is really good, it can even be eaten by him.
It tastes good, not to mention a little bit mushy, which highlights Huang Xiaobei's expertise in egg fried rice.
Of course, it can't compare with his cooking skills, but it can still be eaten.
At this moment, Zi Ming was very happy to listen to Huang Xiaobei's praise, and he was not a very narrow-minded person, not to mention that Huang Xiaobei was still praising him. Zi Ming was very happy, so he happily went back to
He handed Huang Xiaobei a small plate of shredded sweet potatoes and said, "It's just so so. Isn't it just a coincidence that I happened to catch up with my home court? Besides, we don't have wages there, so we can spend as much as we want. As for insurance...
....If we are killed by someone from the Secret Party, our young master will help us avenge him. Come on, help me eat some of this sweet potato."
Eating the extremely sweet carrot sweet potato in his mouth, Huang Xiaobei couldn't bear to eat all of his tongue. He gave a thumbs up and said, "Brother, I really admire you for being able to cook so well."
When it comes to eating, I probably won’t be able to do it at this level in my life.”
Zi Ming took the egg fried rice into his mouth, waved his hand and said, "Don't be discouraged, your other dishes are rubbish, but this egg fried rice is okay. It just so happens that the food I made is too sweet to be eaten."
Huang Xiaobei ate the shrimp head, "As long as it tastes good."
At the moment, Zi Ming and Huang Xiaobei were standing together, as if they were having a dinner together. The two of them were chatting and laughing while eating. Of course, the main reason was that Commissioner Huang was trying his best to flatter Zi Ming for the delicious food, and it happened to be good.
The Evil Chef only eats this, so the two of them can be so harmonious.
But there is another reason, that is, Zi Ming just heard the content of the chat between Huang Xiaobei and Master Zhao. How can I put it, the Good and Evil Chef God feels that this shameless person is quite miserable, and he sympathizes with him.
"I said, your secret party's treatment is pretty good, right? How is the food standard?"
Huang Xiaobei shook his head repeatedly, "Don't mention it. Our place is not much better than the black coal mine. People who go out to perform tasks are all relying on deception. And we also have Karl there, you know, right? Oh, it's even more stingy, not just stingy.
She's such a thief, she wants to teach you a lesson every now and then, and she looks great and upright all day long, not to mention how annoying she is."
Zi Ming patted Huang Xiaobei's shoulder and said sadly, "We are not much better than you. Have you seen our young master before? He has a bad temper and is beaten or scolded every three days. But he is a good person, so I can
The family's survival today depends entirely on our young master."
"Stop telling me it's not easy, come and try my rock sugar stewed pear."
"Yeah, it's rubbish. I'll make it for you next time. Our young master likes sweets, so I'm very good at desserts."