v2 Chapter 326： Custom dishes

When Jiang Feng returned to Taifeng Building, she unexpectedly found that Ji Yue was in the lobby and was lying on the tablet to hurry up.

This scene is so familiar that Jiang Feng even wondered if he was still in a healthy cooking restaurant.

"How are your feet?" Jiang Feng asked.

"No, I can walk but I can't move more. I should be able to come to work in two days." Ji Yuedao said, staring anxiously at the tablet in front of her.

Jiang Feng noticed that a table and a bowl were drawn on the tablet in front of Ji Yue. All the bowls and spoons on the table have been painted, even the gaps in the bowl, the patterns, and the texture of the spoons have been changed, but there is no painting in the bowl.

"Why didn't you draw the cymbals?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I can't draw it." Ji Yue sighed and grabbed a handful of her hair, "I really can't draw it, I have been painting for several days, I have finished all the rest. I ca n’t draw anything you do alone. "

"I ca n’t paint it?" Jiang Feng couldn't understand it. The pure meat he made was not thick-skinned and had less meat. After cooking, it was half scattered, and the meat in the bowl was separated.

"It always feels almost like what I draw is not the same as the one you made. Every time you make an eel, it feels the same. When I draw something that is not what you make, you can Do you understand me?"

Jiang Feng shook his head.

"Don't say you, I don't understand what I mean, anyway, it's different, it's almost something." Ji Yue was helpless.

"Will I make a bowl for you, do you follow the picture, or you take a bite and then continue to paint?" Jiang Feng suggested.

The expression on Ji Yue's face was gradually frightened, and there was always something Diao Min wanted to assassinate.

Jiang Feng's ravioli, who knows who eats it.

After weighing again and again, Ji Yue nodded, expressing agreement with Jiang Feng's proposal.

Jiang Feng was about to go to the changing room to change clothes, and suddenly she remembered and asked a few more words: "Your feet are not at home, why do you come to the store?"

"Aunt Wang asked me to come and help." Ji Yue lowered her voice. "You forgot that Taifeng Building has been open for a month. Now it is time for the first employee review."

Jiang Feng suddenly realized.

It's time to lay off people.

Liu Jiyue continued to be distressed at the tablet in the lobby. After changing her clothes, Jiang Feng went to the back kitchen to make a pure meat dumpling with buff.

Ten minutes later, Ji Yue sipped her belly with a mouthful of pure meat, and the whole person was lying on the table and weeping.

Crying heartbreak, crying distraught.

After crying, Jiyue was facing the tablet, but she still had no thoughts in her head. I didn't know how to write.

"Do you want to stop eating?" Jiang Feng offered boldly.

Ji Yue's anger and acquaintance with Jiang Feng were incredible.

Judging by Ji Yue's expression, she was clearly saying: killing is nothing but the point, the two of us have no grudges in the past and have no revenge in the past. Where on earth did I offend you? You have to be so bad!

"When I didn't say it, I helped you take the puppets away." Jiang Feng reached out and tried to take the puppets.

"Wait." Ji Yue stopped him with a shot, and looked as if he were dead, "Let me have another bite!"

The second bite slumped, and Ji Yue continued to lie on the table and whine.

After crying, Ji Yuehan still had no inspiration and wanted to eat the third bite.

Jiang Feng watched beside her and sighed: Women are really **** themselves!

Let Ji Yue take a bite and cry for a while in the lobby, and cry for a bite. Jiang Feng went back to the kitchen to continue practicing chicken.

I managed to succeed once, although I do n’t know why, but after all. Jiang Feng was going to chase after victory, and re-engraved it several times in accordance with the method of making chicken to Jiang Shouyu at noon to see if he could find the law of success.

After 20 minutes, Jiang Feng rolled over again.

[Yunji (Failure) Level B]

Jiang Feng looked at the chicken in front of him and couldn't help falling into thought.

Except for doing it more carefully this time, the chicken in front of it is basically no different from what was done at noon. He just tasted a bite, but didn't taste the difference in taste. Why did he fail?

"What's wrong? Didn't make the taste you want?" Wu Minqi was carving the watermelon seriously, and saw Jiang Feng staring at the chicken just out of the pot and thinking, thinking.

"I don't think there is any problem with the taste, but this dish is still a bit problematic." Jiang Feng said.

Wu Minqi :? ? ?

She found that what her boyfriend said recently was becoming more and more difficult to understand.

It may be silly to cook.

Wu Minqi put down half of the watermelon carved in her hand, washed her hands, picked up a new pair of chopsticks, and clamped the chopsticks to taste the taste of chicken.

"It's better than you did before." Wu Minqi commented. "The ones you made before are too sweet. This one is a bit normal."

Wu Minqi put down her chopsticks and turned to look at Jiang Feng: "So what kind of flavor do you want to make, is it suitable for children or adults?"

Jiang Feng himself didn't know.

He didn't even want to understand why the chicken at noon had succeeded by accident, but now the chicken, which is obviously indistinguishable, is still a class B failure.

Just when Jiang Feng was tangled, Jiang Sanjie walked into the backyard cheerfully.

"Xiao Feng, is my master here?" Jiang Sanjian asked, his expression was like a thief.

"No, Grandpa Three should still be resting in the teahouse. Come in an hour later." Jiang Feng said, "If you want to see Grandpa Jiang, you can go to the teahouse directly to find him."

"No need, I just ask." Jiang Sanji said, began to look for ingredients to prepare the strange soup he was best at.

Since Jiang Sanjie's weird soup was on the menu, he has n’t watched and learned next to anyone who practiced dishes in the back kitchen like before.

In fact, he himself knew very well that no matter how many new dishes he learned with his talents, he would only chew more. It was just that he didn't know what to study before, so he learned a little east and west, and wanted to learn everything he saw.

Since his grotesque soup was on the menu, Jiang Sanitary has been struggling. He did not have the level of Jiang Weiming, and made the original ever-changing Baiwei soup into a strange soup with fixed materials and fixed taste, but this did not prevent him from making the soup bigger and stronger and constantly innovating.

Recently, he has explored a new taste, originally intended to give Jiang Weiming a drink later. But tomorrow is Jiang Weiming's birthday. Jiang Sanitary can only catch the ducks on the shelves while Jiang Weiming is not in the practice of holding the Buddha's feet, so that he can surprise Jiang Weiming tomorrow.

"Bo Jiang, are you making a weird soup?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Well, I thought of a good match some time ago." Jiang Sanjian said, "I don't have the master's ability to make different flavored soups according to the tastes of different guests. I even use different ingredients to make different flavors. You can't make Baiwei soup, so you can only try some fixed ingredients, fixed spices, and it tastes good. "

"But my master said that my strange soup is also very good, not worse than his Baiwei soup!" Jiang Sanjian is extremely proud, but this is one of the few dishes in his life that has been affirmed by Jiang Weiming.

"Three grandpas can make soup according to the taste of the guests?"

"Of course. There were many old diners in our state-run restaurant. My master said that the dish with a lot of ingredients such as Baiwei soup is most suitable if it can be prepared according to the taste of the guests." Jiang Sanjiu I thought about it, "But in fact there are only a few old diners. Except for family members, under normal circumstances, how can we spend so much time to understand the tastes of our guests."

Jiang Feng froze.

He felt like he knew how to make A-class chickens.

Jiang Feng looked at Wu Minqi.

Wu Minqi's taste is very clear, heavy taste, spicy, but also like the sweet and sour snacks that most girls like to eat, go to the cake shop with Jiyue once a week for dessert, in most cases I ate all Napoleon cakes.

She likes sweet and sour things, not sour, but a little sweeter, but not too sweet.

Wu Minqi saw Jiang Feng staring at herself suddenly, showing a slightly confused expression.

Jiang Feng looked back and started preparing for the next chicken.

Make Wu Yunqi a chicken that meets her taste ~ www.novelhall.com ~ After a few minutes, Yun chicken is out of the pot.

[Yunji Grade A]

Sure enough!

Jiang Feng understood that before his culinary skill level reached A, Yunji could only be a customized dish.

A customized dish for loved ones and loved ones.

Cao Guixiang's original purpose of making this dish was to fool him with the taste of Zhang Yunyun. This dish exists because of Zhang Yunyun and exists only for Zhang Zhiyun.

"Qiqi, how about this one?" Jiang Feng said.

Wu Minqi put down the watermelon in her hand again, washed her hands, picked up chopsticks and clamped a piece of chicken.

"It's delicious." Wu Minqi never praised Jiang Feng and smiled.

"It's delicious."