Chapter 140 Sun Guanyun
"Ten judges? That's too many, five will be enough. And this guy has a bad reputation in the industry for a long time. He is paid to write good reviews. Have you contacted him?" Xu Cheng frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the judges Han Guishan selected. Very dissatisfied.
"Not yet. I have only invited Tong Deyan so far. By the way, Mr. Sun also came here some time ago. Do you want to invite him?" Han Guishan said.
"His grandson is participating in the competition and if you invite him to be a judge, you will inevitably get slandered. Tong Deyan... Forget it, let's not talk about it, lest you accuse me of being partial. I will go back to the hotel after dinner and take a look at it later, and I will give you an answer tomorrow." Xu Enlightenment, turn off the lights in the car and start the car.
"Okay, this is the competition system. I'm not as professional as you in this aspect. You can take a look when the time comes." Han Guishan handed the briefcase to Xu Cheng.
Xu Cheng took the briefcase.
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The next day, Jiang Weiguo invited Jiang Feng to have foreign aid.
Jiang Jiankang went to the utility room to look for something. Jiang Feng was chopping vegetables in the kitchen. Three old men walked in quietly, just like fighting in the tunnel. Jiang Feng, who was focused on chopping vegetables, didn't notice.
"Your grandson is very good at knife skills!"
An unfamiliar voice came from behind, and Jiang Feng was so frightened that he almost cut his left hand with a knife.
It only takes a few tenths of a second for all four fingers to be severed.
Jiang Feng turned his head and saw a very strange old man with gray hair and a thin build. He was energetic and looked to be around seventy years old.
Jiang Feng was certain that he had never seen this old man.
"Grandpa, this..." Jiang Feng cast a pleading look at Jiang Weiguo.
"He is my junior brother, Sun Guanyun." The old man said.
"Fart, Jiang Weiguo, you old guy, don't take advantage of me. My father only taught you two dishes, but he didn't take you as his disciple!" Sun Guanyun also had a bad temper and used his taunting skills, "Don't even look at you. What has become of these years? Back then, I kept saying that I wanted to go back to Peiping and buy your restaurant back. Now I am living in this university town and opening a small frying shop. You still have the nerve to say that you are my senior brother. Where is your face? "
Jiang Weiguo looked proud: "Taifeng Tower is still surnamed Jiang, my grandson's!"
Sun Guanyun was stunned: "Did you really buy it back?"
Jiang Weiguo was not exaggerating: "My sister-in-law bought it in the 37th year of the Republic of China. Her son was Xiaofeng's university teacher. They got married and donated Taifeng Building to Xiaofeng."
Sun Guanyun could only marvel at such a bizarre story: "You old guy, you hid it so well. You didn't tell it for so many days, but you got really bad luck. It rained red from the sky."
"It's not like I bought it outright based on my ability. There's nothing to say." Jiang Weiguo said.
"Pedantry." Sun Guanyun snorted coldly.
Jiang Feng was dumbfounded.
According to normal analysis, Sun Guanyun is the old friend the old man mentioned a few days ago. Their relationship is a bit complicated!
"Okay, let's not waste any more time. Didn't you ask me to teach your grandson about seasoning? Let's start now." Sun Guanyun was not only a bad-tempered, but also impatient.
"Xiao Feng, study hard. Although your Grandpa Sun has a bad temper, he can barely be called a master of Cantonese cuisine." Jiang Weiguo said.
Jiang Feng nodded, but he was also a little confused. Isn't the Sun Jikai of Jubao Tower the grandson of Sun Guanyun?
Otherwise, why would he come to City A instead of staying in Guangdong Province to coach Sun Jikai's cooking skills? There will be a competition soon.
Jiang Weiguo used the word "reluctant", but Sun Guanyun did not refute and started picking vegetables and spices.
Cantonese cuisine is different from Shandong cuisine. Shandong cuisine is multi-flavored, heavy on firework, stir-fried, and mainly salty and fresh. Cantonese cuisine pays attention to quality and taste, has many and clever ingredients, and has a relatively light taste. It strives to be fresh and fresh, light and beautiful.
And the most important thing is that Sun Guanyun is more religious than Jiang Weiguo.
Sun Guanyun has been a chef at Jubao House for decades. Although he failed to fulfill his father's wish to develop Jubao House and become famous throughout the country, he did not lose Jubao House's reputation during his years as a chef, and he also brought out a group of people. A large number of apprentices.
"Sun Guanyun, I'm not talking about you. You have brought out more than a dozen disciples. Why didn't you teach your two sons?" Jiang Weiguo said.
"Didn't you bring out your five sons?" Sun Guanyun retorted on the spot, "If the children don't want to, how can you put a knife to their necks? Being a cook depends on your talent. My father has six sons, not only I took over Jubao Tower alone, do you think everyone has seven brothers as talented as yours?”
While Sun Guanyun was talking, he kept moving his hands, crushing the spices, mixing them with various seasonings, and mixing them into a small pile of variegated particles for Jiang Feng to smell.
"Tell me what you smelled..."
Jiang Feng:...
This sense of déjà vu after the entrance exam.
Jiang Feng closed his eyes and concentrated on smelling carefully: "Nutmeg, cloves, cinnamon, fragrant leaves, um... um..."
"Taste it."
Jiang Feng dipped his finger into it and tasted it. The mixture of various spices and seasonings tasted sour and refreshing. After tasting a little more, he said: "Salt, pepper, MSG."
Sun Guanyun nodded: "It's okay, but not as good as my eldest grandson. I didn't taste the angelica root, fennel and licorice."
Sun Guanyun's teaching method is also very simple. Don't even think about unique techniques. Those are all passed down from family to disciples and don't teach them. The first thing he taught was the dipping sauce for plain-cut chicken.
The preparation of boiled chicken is very simple. The essence is all in the dipping sauce. Without adding any seasoning, it is boiled chicken without any flavor. There are many types of sauces. One hundred restaurants selling white-cut chicken in Guangdong Province have a hundred kinds of sauce ratios. There is no such thing as authentic or unauthentic. As long as it tastes good, it is authentic.
From the original four major cuisines to the current eight major cuisines, society is developing and dishes are also developing with each passing day. Which famous dish has not been improved over and over again? With the richness of ingredients and seasonings, many dishes have been prepared differently. Even the same dish has different preparations and tastes in different places. There is no such thing as authentic or not, only whether it is delicious or not. Some will be eliminated by the times, and the rest, a hundred years from now, will be the most authentic methods.
If you want to divide the dipping sauces for white-cut chicken, they are roughly divided into: ginger, garlic and scallion seasoning, sand ginger and garlic seasoning, scallion oil seasoning, garlic and coriander seasoning, and garlic juice seasoning. Such a variety of seasonings can satisfy the different tastes of different people.
"I'll prepare it for you first, and you can make a sauce with similar flavor according to what I prepared." Sun Guanyun said.
Jiang Feng nodded.
The five flavors of seasonings are just simple sauce ratios, no other processing is required, and the demonstration can be completed in one minute.
It wasn't difficult. After Jiang Feng tasted them one by one, he successfully prepared a sauce with a similar taste.
"Not bad." Sun Guanyun nodded approvingly, "Now, suppose there is a guest who doesn't eat coriander or ginger, has strong taste and doesn't like sour food. How do you prepare sauce for him?"
Jiang Feng: ...This kind of person can eat chicken for free with a hammer!
*Due to the needs of the later setting of this article, it is tentatively determined that the Michelin rating system has not entered the mainland. (Actually, I entered a few years ago)
Parallel World(`)
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