Chapter 330 Customized Dishes
When Jiang Feng returned to Tai Feng Building, he was surprised to find that Ji Yue was in the lobby, leaning on the tablet to finish writing.
This scene was so familiar that Jiang Feng even doubted whether he was still in the Healthy Cooking Restaurant.
"Is your foot healed?" Jiang Feng asked.
"No, I can walk but I can't move much. I should be able to come to work in two days." Ji Yue said, staring at the digital tablet in front of him with a frown.
Jiang Feng noticed that a table and a bowl were drawn on the digital tablet in front of Ji Yue, which should be a close-up of wontons. The tables, bowls, and spoons have all been painted, and even the notch, pattern, and texture of the spoon have been changed, but the wontons in the bowl have not been painted.
"Why didn't you draw wontons?" 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've been drawing it for several days, and I've finished all the rest. But I can’t draw the wontons you made.”
"Can't you draw wontons?" Jiang Feng couldn't understand. The pure meat wontons he made had thick skin and less meat. Half of them fell apart after cooking. The skin and meat of the wontons in the bowl were separated, making them unpalatable at first sight.
"I just always feel that something is missing. The wontons I draw are different from the wontons you make. The wontons you make give people the same feeling every time. When the wontons I draw are not the ones you make, can you Do you understand what I mean?”
Jiang Feng shook his head.
"Stop talking about you. I don't understand what I mean. Anyway, it's just different. It's almost the same thing." Ji Yue was also helpless.
"How about I make you a bowl and you draw, or you take a bite and then continue drawing?" Jiang Feng suggested.
The expression on Ji Yue's face gradually became frightened, filled with the idea that there are always unscrupulous people who want to harm me.
Whoever eats the wontons made by Jiang Feng will know about them.
After weighing it again and again, Ji Yue nodded and agreed with Jiang Feng's proposal.
Jiang Feng was about to go to the dressing room to change clothes, but suddenly he remembered and asked one more question: "Why did you come to the store if you didn't want to stay at home because your feet are not feeling well?"
"Aunt Wang asked me to come over and help." Ji Yue lowered her voice, "You forgot, Tai Feng Building has been open for a month, and now it is about to conduct its first employee review."
Jiang Feng suddenly realized.
There are going to be layoffs.
Leaving Jiyue to continue fretting over the digital tablet in the lobby, Jiang Feng changed his clothes and went to the kitchen to make pure meat wontons with buff.
Ten minutes later, Ji Yue took a mouthful of pure meat wontons and lay on the table crying.
I cried so hard that my heart was broken, and I cried so much that I was devastated.
After crying, Ji Yue looked at the digital tablet, her head still empty and without any ideas, and she didn't know how to write.
"Would you like to take another bite?" Jiang Feng boldly suggested.
Ji Yue looked at Jiang Feng angrily, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Judging from Ji Yue's expression, she is clearly saying: Killing can only be done with a nod. We two had no grudges in the past and have no grudges in recent days. Where did I offend you? You actually want to harm me like this!
"Pretend I didn't tell you, I'll help you put the wontons away." Jiang Feng reached out to pick up the wontons.
"Wait a minute." Ji Yue stopped him with a look of despair on his face, "Let me take another bite!"
After the second mouthful of wontons, Ji Yue continued to lie on the table and howled heartbrokenly.
After crying, Ji Yuehan, who still had no inspiration, wanted to take the third bite without fear of death.
Jiang Feng watched from the side and couldn't help but sigh: Women are so cruel when they attack him!
Ji Yue was left alone in the lobby to eat a bite and cry for a while, then cry and eat a bite. Jiang Feng went back to the kitchen to continue practicing the Yun Chicken.
I finally succeeded once. Although I don’t know why I succeeded, I still succeeded after all. Jiang Feng was ready to take advantage of the victory and repeat the Yunji method he made for Jiang Shoucheng at noon a few times to see if he could find out the pattern of success.
20 minutes later, Jiang Feng overturned gloriously again.
[Yunji (Failed) Level B]
Jiang Feng looked at the Yunji in front of him and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
Except that I made it more carefully this time, there is basically no difference between the Yunji in front of me and the one I made at noon. He just took a bite and couldn't taste the difference in taste. Why did it fail?
"What's wrong? It didn't taste the way you wanted?" Wu Minqi was carving the watermelon carefully, but she couldn't help but ask when she saw Jiang Feng staring at the freshly cooked Yun chicken in deep thought.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with the taste, but there's still something wrong with this dish." Jiang Feng said.
Wu Minqi:? ? ?
She found that what her boyfriend said recently was becoming increasingly difficult to understand.
Maybe it’s because I’m stupid at cooking.
Wu Minqi put down the half-carved watermelon in her hands, washed her hands, picked up a new pair of chopsticks, and picked up a chopstick to taste the chicken.
"Better than what you made before." Wu Minqi commented, "The ones you made before were too sweet, this one is a little more 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 still doesn't understand why the Yunji chicken served at noon was a success by accident, but the Yunji chicken that is obviously the same now is still a B-level failure.
Just when Jiang Feng was struggling, Jiang Weili walked into the kitchen happily.
"Xiao Feng, is my master here?" Jiang Weili asked, his expression was like that of a thief.
"No, Third Grandpa should still be resting in the teahouse. Come back in an hour." Jiang Feng said, "If you, Uncle Jiang, want to find Third Grandpa, just go to the teahouse to find him."
"No, no, no, I'm just asking." Jiang Sheng said, starting to look for ingredients to make the strange soup he was good at.
Ever since Jiang Wengshi's strange soup was put on the menu, he was no longer like before, watching and learning from everyone who was practicing the dishes in the kitchen.
In fact, he himself knows very well that no matter how many new dishes he learns with his talent, he will only bite off more than he can chew. It's just that he never knew what to study before, so he just studied here and there, and wanted to learn everything he saw.
Ever since his strange-flavored soup was put on the menu, Jiang Wengshi had a direction to strive for. He is not at Jiang Weiming's level and has turned the ever-changing Baiwei soup into a weird soup with fixed ingredients and fixed flavors, but this does not prevent him from making this soup bigger and stronger and constantly innovating.
Recently, he discovered a new flavor, which he originally planned to make for Jiang Weiming after a while. But tomorrow is Jiang Weiming's birthday, so Jiang Weiming can only catch up and practice a lot while Jiang Weiming is away, in order to surprise Jiang Weiming tomorrow.
"Uncle Jiang, are you making strange soup?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Well, I thought of a good combination some time ago." Jiang Weng said, "I don't have the ability of my master to make Baiwei soup that suits the tastes of different customers. I use different ingredients to make different flavors. I can’t make a variety of soups, so I can only keep trying some fixed ingredients and seasonings to make them taste good.”
"But my master said that my strange-flavor soup is pretty good, no worse than his Baiwei soup!" Jiang Weiming was extremely proud. This was one of the few dishes in his life that Jiang Weiming recognized.
"Can Grandpa San still make soup according to the taste of the guests?"
"Of course. We used to have many regular diners in our state-owned hotel. As my master said, a dish like Baiwei Soup with a lot of changes in ingredients is best if it can be made according to the taste of the guests." Jiang Weng said. , thought for a while, "But in fact, there are only a few regular diners. Except for family members, normally we don't have so much free time to understand the tastes of our guests."
Jiang Feng was stunned.
He felt as if he knew how to make an A-level Yunji.
Jiang Feng looked at Wu Minqi.
He knows Wu Minqi's taste very well. He loves spicy food, but he also likes the sour and sweet snacks that most girls like to eat. He and Ji Yue go to a cake shop to eat desserts once a week. In most cases All they ate was Napoleon cake.
She likes things that are sour and sweet, not sour, slightly sweet, but not too sweet.
When Wu Minqi saw Jiang Feng suddenly staring at her, she showed a slightly confused expression.
Jiang Feng withdrew his gaze and began to prepare the next dish of Yunji.
Make a Yunji chicken dish for Wu Minqi that suits her taste.
After 20 minutes, the chicken is out of the pot.
【Yunji A Grade】
Sure enough!
Jiang Feng understood that until his cooking skills reached level A, Yunji chicken could only be a custom-made dish.
A custom-made dish just for loved ones.
Cao Guixiang's original purpose of making this dish was to cater to Zhang Zhiyun's taste and fool him. This dish exists because of Zhang Zhiyun and only for Zhang Zhiyun.
"Qiqi, how about you try this?" Jiang Feng said.
Wu Minqi put down the watermelon in her hand again, washed her hands, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of chicken.
"It's delicious." Wu Minqi never hesitated to praise Jiang Feng and smiled.
“As long as it’s delicious.”
This Level 6 experience was very good, I will come again next time.
(End of chapter)