Chapter 807 Radish and Pork Ribs Soup
Choosing dishes for your opponent is a very particular thing.
If he wanted to do charity, Jiang Feng could choose a home-cooked, easy, popular and easy-to-sell dish, such as braised pork, sweet and sour pork loin, Kung Pao chicken, etc. If I want to kill someone, chicken bean curd, eight-treasure chestnut pigeon and crab-stuffed orange are all good choices.
If you are more serious, you can even choose pure meat wontons. No matter whether they are delicious or terrible, they all have the same right to receive negative reviews.
If it tastes good, give it a bad review, and if it tastes bad, give it a bad review.
The program team made the announcement at 10 o'clock on Tuesday morning. Ji Yue happened to have Tuesday off, so she made an appointment with Wu Minqi early in the morning to go shopping, eat and get a beauty treatment. After reading the announcement, Jiang Feng sent a message to Wu Minqi asking what she thought. She didn't get a reply for a long time. Wu Minqi was probably so happy shopping that she didn't even look at her phone.
Then Jiang Feng asked again in the WeChat group. Only Sun Maocai responded, and there was no news from Sun Jikai, who was probably sleeping.
What Sun Maocai meant was that after both Wu Minqi and Sun Jikai responded, we could discuss it again.
The rules given by the program team are that each of the four people must produce a recipe. The cumulative sales of these four dishes within a week must reach 100, and the praise must be more than 50. Sun Maocai felt that Tai Feng Lou was now ranked first in total points, so there was no need to resort to deadly tricks and serve four dishes that were so tragic that one could tell at a glance that his opponent would lose two thousand points. But it can’t be too charitable. If the top restaurant is drawn to Tai Fung House, wouldn’t they give points to the top restaurant if they serve four charity dishes?
These four dishes must be paired together.
Two roads are absolutely impossible, but two roads can be challenged, leaving a way for the opponent to survive while paving the road with sharp stones.
After talking to Sun Maocai, Jiang Feng stuffed his cell phone into the corner of the sofa, turned over, took out the TV remote control that had been pressed under his buttocks for a long time, and turned on the TV.
He had been lying on the sofa like this all morning, without even ordering takeout.
I really don’t want to move, salted fish makes me decadent.
Jiang Feng watched TV all day yesterday. Not only did he finish watching the new issue of Chinese and American variety shows, he also watched some of the TV series that have become popular recently, but he felt that there was nothing particularly attractive to him.
After holding up his hand and pressing the remote control for several minutes, Jiang Feng couldn't find anything worth watching.
He wanted to see something interesting.
Wait, that’s interesting.
Jiang Feng suddenly stood up from the sofa.
There are still several memories lying in his toolbar that he hasn't looked at yet.
It seems that the game is about to enter the second stage now, and it will be too late if we don't watch.
There are actually many memories in the item bar, including [a memory of Jiang Weiguo], [a memory of Zhao Lanhua], [a memory fragment of Sun Maocai], and [a memory of Ouyang Yang] that Jiang Feng had forgotten when he completed the side mission. memory】. Except for Ouyang Yang, the rest are all old acquaintances, grandparents and the most capable chef of Tai Feng House.
Jiang Feng plans to take advantage of these few days of rest to read all four memories. If something good comes out, it will be a help for future games.
Jiang Feng thought for a while, selected [a memory fragment of Sun Maocai], and clicked Yes.
A fog.
Still a fog full of bad words.
Jiang Feng had access to so many memories, and had long been accustomed to listening to the sound to determine where he was, and then waiting for the fog to clear to determine where he was. But this memory was full of sounds, the kind that was very clear and harsh even though it was quiet, and it was the voice talking about people behind their backs. It was the first time Jiang Feng experienced the sound when he was in the mist.
"What did Master Sun think? He actually accepted a thief as his apprentice."
"That's right, if this matter spreads out, how can any customer dare to come to our Jubao Building to eat in the future? It will ruin the reputation of our restaurant."
"You have to be careful in the future. He is now Master Sun's apprentice. If you lose something and have no evidence, you will still be confused."
"I have long seen that he is not a good person. I must say that he must have deliberately stolen things before being discovered by Senior Brother Jiang, and just wanted to use this method to stay in the store. At such a young age, he is more scheming than anyone else. This It’s so thoughtful to be a wild child living outside without a parent.”
As the words of discussion became more and more unpleasant, and the fog became lighter and lighter, Jiang Feng was gradually able to see the things around him clearly, as well as the children beside him.
Ten-year-old Sun Maocai.
At this time, although Sun Maocai had been accepted as a closed disciple by Sun Zheran, he was still very thin, with a thin body, thin arms and legs, and he did not look like a ten-year-old child at all. Some people believed him even if he said he was seven or eight years old.
Sun Maocai was wearing a cheap and old long-sleeved gray clothes stained with water stains and green vegetable leaves. He was standing by the door. The door was ajar, and he was only a few people in the room who were eating and chatting disgusting gossip. There is a wall between them.
Sun Maocai didn't go in, didn't move, didn't make a sound, and didn't even have an expression. He just stood quietly outside the door, listening to others talking about him.
Jiang Feng walked in through the wall and took a look. There were only five people in the room, three of whom were gossiping. The other two obviously disagreed with the three people's views but did not make a sound. They frowned and ate in silence.
Five people were gathered around a table. There were several pots of vegetables on the table. The dishes were pretty good, including one meat and three vegetables. It's just that there is almost no meat in the dark pot. You can only judge the meat that was originally contained in the pot from the layer of oil on the bottom of the pot. The other three pots of vegetarian dishes looked very ordinary, with no oil or water. The dishes were quite fresh, but the cooking was a bit old, and they looked unappetizing.
The three people who couldn't stop their mouths continued to discuss.
"I heard that he had been stealing lessons when he was washing the dishes some time ago. He was dishonest even in washing the dishes. His eyes kept looking away, and he was very thief. You can tell at a glance..."
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"Okay." A middle-aged man who had been eating silently next to him finally couldn't bear to listen anymore. "Even a ten-year-old child is not afraid of spoiling his tongue by talking like this behind your back."
Someone spoke to stop them, and the three men, who had been unscrupulously gossiping and thinking that everyone agreed with their ideas, finally stopped, their faces looking a little ugly.
"Senior Brother Liu..." The one who just said the most joyful words said weakly.
"I don't dare to be your senior brother. I don't want to be lucky enough to be accepted as a formal disciple by Master Sun, and then be judged by several good junior brothers behind my back." Senior Brother Liu put the bowl on the table and put it away. , when I went out, I saw Sun Maocai, who had been standing by the wall. He was stunned, did not speak, and just shook his head helplessly.
Sun Maocai stood by the wall for a while. No one in the room dared to continue the discussion, and he did not go in, so he left silently.
The room just now was obviously the room where the employees of Jubaolou had their meals. Jiang Feng didn't know whether Sun Maocai had eaten or not, so Sun Maocai went back to the kitchen and started washing vegetables.
Wash the radishes.
Wash and cut the radishes.
At this time, Sun Maocai obviously did not have any systematic study and training, and his knife skills were very amateurish. The radish slices he cut were of varying thicknesses, which were only slightly better than those of ordinary housewives.
It was obviously rest time. Only Sun Maocai was chopping radishes in the back kitchen silently. No one probably knew that Sun Maocai was chopping radishes in the back kitchen at this time.
Jiang Feng just watched Sun Maocai cutting radishes in the kitchen for half an hour.
In half an hour, half the box of white radish was gone.
"What are you cutting? You can cut radishes like this. If you want to cut thin slices at your current level, you should cut thick slices first, and then cut thin slices after cutting the thick slices." Sun Maocai was concentrating on it. While cutting radishes, Sun Guanyun suddenly appeared behind him.
It is strange to say that Sun Guanyun, as a native southerner, actually speaks with a northern accent at this time, and the old man obviously contributed a lot.
After Sun Guanyun said this, Sun Maocai was a little afraid to continue cutting with the knife.
"Keep cutting. If you want to practice knife skills now, you have to start by cutting radishes. Then keep practicing. If your radish is cut like this, are you embarrassed not to practice?" Sun Guanyun said.
"Oh." Sun Maocai continued to cut radishes.
Just after two cuts, Sun Guanyun shouted to stop again.
"No, no, didn't my father teach you? Didn't he tell you yesterday that your posture when holding a knife is wrong?" Sun Guanyun started directly and guided Sun Maocai step by step on how to hold the kitchen knife correctly, "Look at me cutting, I'm now Cut it into thick slices for you.”
Sun Maocai concentrated on the movements of Sun Guanyun's hands.
"Have you watched it?"
"No."
"Why are you so stupid? Why did my father fall in love with you and accept you as my junior disciple? My father hasn't had an apprentice for many years." Sun Guanyun's words were full of disgust.
"Senior brother, you just demonstrated it once." Sun Maocai said weakly.
Sun Guanyun:......
Sun Guanyun had to demonstrate it to Sun Maocai again.
"Practice by yourself, I'll come to check in two hours." Sun Guanyun left after saying this, and did not come back to check after two hours. However, Sun Maocai practiced solidly for two hours.
It was not until mid-afternoon when Sun Guanyun was preparing for the evening business that he returned to the kitchen. By this time, Sun Maocai had already cut three baskets of radishes. The cut radish slices were piled into a hill, still varying in thickness, but obviously improved compared to noon. For a beginner, he can make visible progress in his knife skills in just one afternoon. This is definitely an almost demonic cooking talent.
Anyway, Jiang Feng was dumbfounded.
With such talent, it's no wonder that Sun Zheran would be tempted to accept him as a closed disciple.
Sun Guanyun was also dumbfounded. It was as if he was meeting Sun Maocai, his junior brother, for the first time. But when he was young, Sun Guanyun was a person who was obsessed with saving face and suffered hardships, although he was a little bit older when he was older.
Sun Guanyun pretended to have an expression of "I think you're okay, but that's just soso": "It's okay, I still need more practice."
"Senior brother, is the way I'm cutting carrots right now?" Sun Maocai asked.
"Of course it's right, how could I be wrong in what I taught you?" Sun Guanyun looked proud, picked up one of the baskets of white radishes that Sun Maocai had cut, and left.
Sun Maocai & Jiang Feng:?
Sun Maocai spent the whole afternoon chopping radishes, but basically all of them were unused. He didn't have to do anything during the evening business hours, he just had to follow Sun Zheran and listen to his explanations.
Sun Zheran was obviously very patient with his new apprentice. No matter what he was talking about, Sun Maocai could not use it at this time or not, he explained it very carefully. Everything about a dish, from the selection of ingredients, the attention to knife skills, the details of seasoning to the heat, was broken down one by one and explained thoroughly to Sun Maocai, so that he could foresee the whole picture and learn from the beginning.
Sun Zheran is undoubtedly a good master.
After the teaching was completed, Sun Zheran did not forget to care about Sun Maocai's carrot cutting progress.
"Did Guan Yun give you any instruction on your sword skills this afternoon?" Sun Zheran asked with a smile.
"Senior Brother Sun taught me how to cut white radish all afternoon."
"Does he have the good temperament to teach you all afternoon? I'm afraid he just taught you casually and then left to do his own thing. He is your senior brother. If you don't understand anything, ask him. This is what I have to say. He must complete the mission he assigned.”
"Don't be afraid that he may not speak nicely sometimes, but he is still very kind-hearted and enthusiastic. Don't be afraid. Ask what you should."
Sun Maocai nodded.
"Are you hungry? I'll use the radish you cut this afternoon to stew radish and pork ribs soup for you. In the small kitchen in the compartment, go get some soup and drink it yourself first."
"I'm not hungry." Sun Maocai said.
"How can you not be hungry if you haven't eaten at noon?" Sun Zheran exposed Sun Maocai's lie.
Sun Maocai was stunned.
"I asked Guan Yun to look for you at noon today. He searched for you in the dining area but couldn't find you. Then he ran to your house to look for you but couldn't find anyone. Finally he found you in the kitchen. He I guess you may have gone back to the kitchen to practice your knife skills without eating at noon. Don’t do this next time. How can you not eat when you are growing up? The most important thing for a chef is to have a good physique. If you don’t have good physical strength and strength, You can't be a good chef because of your strength." Sun Zheran began to explain.
"These clothes of yours are too old, and they are a little small and inconvenient to wear. I asked Guan Yun to find the clothes he had when he was a child. Although they are all old clothes, they are durable and strong. They were all made by your wife. , so I couldn’t bear to keep it. I didn’t expect that it would come in handy now. Originally, I wanted him to give it to you personally, which was also a good opportunity to enhance the relationship between you brothers. But in the end, he didn’t find you, so he just found it troublesome. Throw it into your house.”
At this point, Sun Zheran couldn't help but smile: "He just has this temper, he has no patience and is impatient."
Sun Maocai didn't know what to say, so he could only lower his head slightly and look at the ground, not daring to look at Sun Zheran: "Thank you, Master."
"Study hard and wait until the Chinese New Year. I will ask your wife to make you a new suit. Go and drink pork rib soup."
Sun Maocai obeyed and went to the small kitchen in the next room. The radish and pork ribs soup was still simmering on the stove. It was very fragrant, very soft and rotten, and the most important thing was a lot of meat.
There was so much meat that it didn't feel like radish rib soup but radish broth, and the ribs shouldn't have so much meat at all.
A qualified portion of radish and pork ribs soup should not have so much meat, but in this era when meat is relatively precious, this unqualified portion of radish and pork ribs soup is more exciting and tempting than most qualified radish and pork ribs soup. .
Who doesn’t like a big piece of tempting and fragrant meat?
The soup has obviously been simmering for a long time, and the enticing aroma of radish and pork ribs soup wafts through the entire compartment. The radish slices of varying thicknesses cut by Sun Maocai floated up and down on the soup, with a faint tendency to be stewed.
Obviously, although Sun Zheran stewed this pot of soup, he did not watch it.
Sun Maocai found a small bowl and scooped a full bowl of meat for himself.
Very attentive, not even a piece of carrot.
At this time, Sun Maocai obviously didn't have many opportunities to eat meat. Faced with such bowls of fragrant and tempting meat, he didn't hesitate at all. He ate, chewed and swallowed without caring about the heat.
Gobbling down one bowl after another without stopping, even looking a bit ferocious, like a hungry wolf that has been hungry for several days.
The picture just freezes on Sun Maocai's open mouth.
It's getting foggy.
Jiang Feng left his memory.
After leaving his memory, Jiang Feng’s only thought was——
This is too short!
It is indeed a fragment of memory, it is really just a fragment!
That's it? (End of chapter)