Chapter 353

The master patted his head fiercely and said, "yes, I just think this dish is not perfect enough. I can't find any problem after I've done it many times. After listening to what you said, I figured it out. Lianshan Xiang pig has always said that it's tender and chewy, but not tough. If you choose this kind of material, then the taste of spring pig's hands can make you eat I feel it layer by layer in my mouth. "

"Ha ha, I just want to talk about my own ideas. As for the details, elder brother Zhang, you have to think about them."

When she heard that her brother was so young, she said, "I don't think you're very happy with her."

Before he could speak, Yu Wujun suddenly stepped forward, opened his hand without any trace, and said with a smile, "don't patronize. You'd better sit down and have a good taste of Master Zhang and his disciples' masterpieces."

The master laughed and scratched his head like a child. "What masterpieces are all rough works. It's hard for my brother to swallow them!"

At this time, a cold hum came out from the mouth of a chef in a light green robe. The man's eyes were long and thin, his eyes were cold, and his eyes were a touch of ridicule. When he gave a cold hum, everyone turned their eyes to him.

"Hum, of course I'm good at speaking..."

"Don't be rude, Kunyu!" The master yelled.

"Master, I'm not wrong. He would say that he would make a dish for us to see. Otherwise, why would he pick on you?"

It's just that master Zhang and xiaokunfu are not so famous in the world of cooking.

As soon as he spoke out, although Zhang Manfu was scolding, he could see that he wanted to see her cooking skills in his heart. He knew everything clearly and was not angry. After looking at Yu Wujun, he already knew that all this was carefully arranged by him, so that she could stand out in mingyuexuan and compete on behalf of mingyuexuan.

She smiles and her eyes are full of light. "What's the difficulty? Can I borrow brother Zhang's kitchen?"

"Hahaha, brother is really a cheerful person. As long as he loves the kitchen, Zhang's kitchen can be used at any time!"

"Well, thank you, elder brother Zhang, for taking me..."

Everyone immediately followed Zhang Manfu out of Yajian, and only Yu Wujun was left. Instead of going out with him, he poured a glass of wine for himself idly and watched his back as he left. He laughed like fireworks, but the brilliance was fleeting

"Today and in the past, you are dedicated to cooking, and what you do is not for fame and profit. How long will it last for you to stand aloof from the world?"

He said to the wine cup alone, raised his head to drink a glass of wine, gently twisted the chopsticks, and sent a lotus to the mouth, "although the lotus is bitter, it has a heart, although the lotus is sweet, it has no heart. After suffering, it will be sweet, but after sweet, it will be tasteless..."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw a man about fifty years old coming in. When he saw Yu Wujun, he saluted respectfully: "Sir, are you satisfied with my arrangement?"

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, and recalled his self-confident comments. His eyes were full of tenderness, but his brows were more clear.

"Well, it's a good job. Did you pay attention to the person I asked you to pay attention to?"

At a glance, this situation made her familiar with the day in Yunshui villa. Looking at such a perfect kitchen, she felt a kind of uncontrollable excitement and itching. She was eager to make a dish immediately.

As she passed a row of rice pots, she stopped. "Did you make the pots on purpose?"

"Well, yes, some guests like to eat rice with a little pot. They say it's chewy and delicious, so we prepare a pot of rice with a pot every day," Zhang explained to her in detail.

Looking at the crispy and yellow bottom of the pot, he had a dish in his heart. He said to Zhang Manfu, "since you have guests who like this pot, I'll make a dish related to it today. How do you like it?"

"Ha ha, that's good. It won't waste the pot, but it can open up another dish. Why not do it?"

Now that he had decided to wash his hands, without half hesitation or stagnation, he shoveled out the bottom of the pot with a spoon. Zhang Manfu looked at the thickness of the pot and was surprised. Instead of speaking, he looked at it more attentively.

While doing it, he said, "if this pot wants to be more crispy, first of all, it needs to be fried. When frying, the oil temperature should not be too high, and the oil should be wide. When you see the color of the pot is golden, you should immediately take it out with a funnel and put it aside."

When she finished explaining, the Guoba was just ready to explode, creaking and making a sound. The golden color was bright and lovely, like a little dog waiting to be led away, staring at the innocent and watery eyes.

Then she said to Zhang man Fu, "please give me pork tenderloin!"

"Kunyu, get it for master quickly!" Zhang Manfu was busy giving orders.That Kun Yu is very reluctant to take the good pig ridge, some force on the chopping board, a glance back down.

Zhang Manfu yelled, "Kunyu, don't be rude!"

"Master Zhang, if it doesn't get in the way, just watch it!"

After that, he washed the tenderloin and put it on the chopping board. He held a kitchen knife in his hand and gazed at it with both eyes, but did not move it.

She seemed to be looking at a treasure, absorbed and selfless. Others didn't find it, but master Zhang was also a great master. Based on his own experience, he saw that although the hand holding the knife was standing in the air, it didn't move, which was enough to show that he was pouring all his strength into the hand holding the knife.

When other people were impatient, she gently picked the corner of her mouth and held the knife by hand. Only when she breathed, her first knife had been cut on the ridge. Surprisingly, she did not lift the knife, but began to stir the oars like a fishing boat sailing in the sea. The knife was not separated from the meat. When she cut across, she could not hear the sound of the chopper and chopper To that knife if oar rowing, and the size of uniform, suitable thickness of meat in that rowing orderly lying on the cutting board.

Pink sliced meat, glittering soft luster, poured with snow-white juice, dripped with some soy sauce, and even, other people thought she would put aside, but see her and even sliced meat on the chopping board, everyone felt strange.

"What is he going to do?"

"And smaller?"

Zhang Manfu nodded with a smile, but Kun Yu was surprised and said in his heart: "he is really good at using this method to increase the freshness of the meat.

The Dao is getting faster and faster. Some people who are going to watch it dare not blink, for fear that they will miss the wonderful and wonderful Dao technique. The sound of Dangdang is even and fast. Later, some people can't hear the sound of the interval between each Dao, but the sound of continuous crisp is constantly heard.

When the sound stopped, each piece of meat is still a whole piece, without any damage, but the beauty is that the experts can see at a glance. At this moment, the rice wine is sprinkled on the meat like water mist, and then the meat is put into the plate like wind.

She chose a flat copper pot. As for the prosperous fire, she wiped the pot in the way she liked. Her hands were like snakes walking through the flames, and she threw the rag open. A little master next to her picked it up. She thought it was a washed copper pot, but when she wiped it like this, the white rag was covered with black stains. The little master unconsciously used her hands Wipe sweat, "can't see his petite figure, unexpectedly have such strength and speed."

He looked at her with a smile and said, "ha ha, where is practice making perfect?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she scooped a spoonful of lard mixed with vegetable oil into the pot. After the creaking sound, she quickly sprinkled ginger, pepper, garlic slices and pickled peppers. The pot was full of exultation. The oil in the pot was frying these seasonings, rolling, holding the plate of pork fillet like a dragonfly skimming water.

But she left a plate of sliced meat, clattering and swallowing. When she saw that the meat was medium cooked, she put the tip of winter bamboo shoots and tender. This time, her technique was even faster. Before people could smell the fragrance of the pot, she took the sliced meat out of the pot.

"That's good?" Asked Kun Yu.

She just laughed, tightly locked the fried pot, scooped the vegetable oil in the pot, waiting for the oil to boil, she put the pot on the meat slices, the oil rolled like boiling water, sprinkled with a small amount of salt and pepper, because of the high temperature in the pot, coupled with these two flavors, the pot was like a fire, holding the pot in her hand like a ball of fire, I saw her Quickly sprinkle the oil with fire on the pot.

With the sound of Zidi, like the sound of thunder on the ground, the aroma of the kitchen is overflowing. First, the spicy smell of vegetable oil stimulates the taste buds, then the crisp smell of rice eases the intense intensity, and finally, the enhanced flavor of tenderloin touches the heart and soul, which stirs the primitive.

He said with a smile: "this is a thunder from the plain. Let's have a delicious dish. I hope you like it!"

There was silence all around, with a thunder on the ground in one hand. It was still a red flame, as intoxicating as the fireworks in Daqing, with a charming fragrance. However, the other hand scratched its head with some incomprehension, "what's the matter? My dish is not good? "

Zhang Manfu was the first to speak. He saw his throat move, and then he found his own voice. "My God, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I can't believe that you have such skills when you are so young. I don't know the taste of the food. It's just your knife technique and the unique way of cooking. It's really admirable!"

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