Chapter 37

It took him 20 minutes to finish six bean slices, and he was even more tired and sweating.

Finally, he even felt the thickness of honey on the bean slices with his own meager internal force, and refused to give up until he was satisfied.

Then he took a steamer, put the beans on the drawer, and began to add fire.

Whoo!

That's about it.

Zhang ambition in ponder, see fu MA and doubt looked at himself, had to explain again: "fu MA, on the steamer can let beans better absorb the sweet honey."

Fu MA suddenly realized that she couldn't help praising: "it's like this, Ono. You are so powerful that you can think of such a way."

Er!

He suddenly remembered the moment when he held Feng Yan excitedly in the kitchen of the hotel, which was a strange feeling.

Zhang Ye's face was smeared with a strange look, but his hand didn't stop. He cut the meat, pickled it with starch and other seasonings, and cut the green pepper.

Three minutes later, when all the accessories were ready, he turned off the fire of the steamer, took out the beans again to cool, and cut them into trapezoidal pieces with a knife.

Pour the clear oil into the pan, make the pepper and red pepper fragrant, then take them out, add the scallion and sliced meat

A series of actions are like flowing water, each action is extremely accurate, especially for the grasp of the heat in the pot is more powerful, really achieve the fragrance but not paste.

Soon, honey steamed beans also entered the pot, Shua Shua stir action next to the fu MA to see the gape.

The heavy frying pan was like a toy in his hand. The blazing flame burned and went out again and again.

Six or seven minutes later, a plate of spicy bean meat has been out of the pot, emitting a strong sweet smell, which is the unique soft and sweet honey.

The off white bean flakes on the plate look like the white sand in the desert. With the embellishment of green peppers, it's really like the oasis in the desert sea photographed by satellite.

"Zhenxiang, Ono, your skill is so good. The master will be very happy this time." Fu Ma said with a smile and went to the restaurant with a plate.

This is actually the last dish of today's family dinner, and the rest is only the last emperor fried rice.

Zhang Ye followed fu MA out of the kitchen, and said to Wang Sen, who was already sitting high, with a smile, "old man, you have fulfilled your mission. You have done it."

Wang Sen looked at the pepper bean slice meat in front of his eyes. He was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth: "OK, OK, Xiaoye worked hard, this dish..."

His face suddenly froze, and his eyes fixed on the spicy bean meat on the table.

"This, this fragrance."

He couldn't even believe it. His mind seemed to go back to the poor night decades ago.

Other people on the table also smelled the aroma of the dish, and their faces were intoxicated.

"It smells good. Is it really just spicy bean meat?"

"It's impossible. It must be some other dish. How could it be so delicious?"

"It's not just incense. Don't you smell it? There seems to be a faint sweetness in the taste. I can feel it in my throat. "

The atmosphere on the table suddenly warmed up, one by one like a wolf, eyes green staring at the plate of seemingly simple pepper bean meat.

Wang Sen looked a little excited. He took a spoon in his hand and put it into his mouth.

In a flash, hot old tears welled up from the corner of his eyes.

How many years!

He went from penniless to Tianpeng construction company, and finally to Tianpeng group, which his daughter took charge of.

After several decades of ups and downs, he had all kinds of ups and downs, and had all kinds of things, but the dish that saved his life was lost forever.

The soft and moist bean slices contain the sweetness that moistens his heart, like the warmth that the country girl brought him many years ago. This is not an ordinary dish of spicy bean slices, but the most precious and most wanted memory in his life.

Wang Sen slowly swallows the dish, staring at Zhang Ye, his lips trembling and spitting out two words: "thank you."

With a smile, Zhang Ye naturally knew what the master was thanking himself for: "master, as long as you have a good time, you are the greatest happiness of being a cook."

"Oh, why is that sentimental. Xiao Ye, come to the table and have dinner. We'll talk about the staple food later. "

Wang Guizhi quickly stubble the topic in the past, for fear that his father really a excited cry, it can be trouble, after all, is a happy day.

Zhang Ye quickly sat on the table and drank to the old man's birthday. The whole family was very happy.

However, the old man was old and had no big appetite. After a few mouthfuls of emperor's fried rice, he finally put down his chopsticks and went back to the house to have a rest.

Before leaving, he specially told Zhang Ye: "boy, stay here tonight and let your sister take you to work tomorrow.""Well, OK, OK." Zhang Ye is not good at refuting the old man's face, so he has to hum and ha ha, but he doesn't really want Wang Guizhi to send him.

It's less than two days since Zhang's nickname came out. If he is sent to work in a luxury car again, chef Bai won't be treated like this. By then, he will really be a rookie.

When the old man returned to the room, the atmosphere on the table began to warm up.

In particular, Wang Guizhi, a senior eater, was the quickest. He stabbed the sweet spicy bean meat with one chopstick and took a big bite.

Other people see this also let go of nature, crazy grab up.

In the blink of an eye, most of the pepper bean slices were swept away, even the soup was gone.

Zhang Ye wants to cry again. The last time the emperor fried rice was like this, and now it's like this again. Don't I have the life to eat my first dish?

Oh!

Wang Guizhi took a sip of the bean slices, and her eyes were shining.

This bean slice is soft and moist. It doesn't feel dry at all. On the contrary, it has a thick but not greasy sweetness. It instantly opens all its taste buds.

Then came a little spicy, mixed with sweet and soft bean slices, with a clear and strange unity.

"How can there be such delicious food in the world, Ono? How can I live without your craftsmanship in the future?" Wang Guizhi sighed. She didn't know whether it was joy or distress.

It was past ten o'clock when I came out of bihaiyuan villa.

Sitting in the luxury car Wang Guizhi specially sent the driver to see him off, Zhang Ye felt the coolness of the night with the window open. He was filled with emotion.

Just one night, with a dish and a dozen pieces of emperor's fried rice, he received a bank card with a total of 100000 yuan in it, which was twice the price Wang Guizhi had promised. No matter how he refused, he had no choice but to accept it.

Because Wang Guizhi finally came up with a trump card, saying that the extra money was a bit of the old man's heart and thanks.