Chapter 198 One sentence makes people feel guilty
Teacher Zhang has no fixed steps for cooking, it all depends on her inspiration.
Kitchen novices are most taboo about this!
Often when this flash of inspiration occurs, it is the moment when things turn upside down.
Seeing that the temperature of the iron pot had not yet risen, Teacher Zhang threw the pork belly into small pieces and fiddled with it twice with a shovel. The pork did not change color. Teacher Zhang was already panicking. I poured potatoes into it...
Nanzhi stopped her in time.
Teacher Zhang turned back in confusion:
“What’s wrong?”
Nan Zhi rubbed his temples feebly:
“Teacher Zhang... Have you always cooked like this? ”
"Of course not!"
Teacher Zhang answered quickly, before Nan Zhisong could take a breath.
Then she continued to answer honestly:
“A few times I poured the potatoes first and then the meat.”
“Does it taste good? ?”
Nanzhi expressed doubts.
Teacher Zhang thought for a while:
"Not bad, at least the children enjoyed eating."
"..."
Nan Zhi's silent expression made the audience happy.
[I was originally very depressed because of Teacher Zhang’s operation, but ended up making Nanzhi laugh again, hahaha! 】
【Teacher Zhang is really good at playing me! When I cook, I just cook whatever comes to my mind! 】
【I'm really curious, don't you guys read recipes? 】
【Why do you need to read the recipe? I'm very good at cooking! 】
[The barrage strength interprets Teacher Zhang’s inner os. 】
[Do children really think it tastes good? I was very skeptical. 】
[A child who once graduated from Cuishui Village Primary School will answer you, it’s not delicious, but these are Teacher Zhang’s wishes. 】
【Wow! Someone actually showed up! So amazing! 】
【Well, I saw the news in the classmate group that Teacher Zhang was on a variety show, so I came over quickly to take a look. 】
……
The case was solved.
Teacher Zhang’s students personally told everyone the answer.
At the same time, it also aroused everyone’s curiosity:
Why is Teacher Zhang so confident?
In a short while.
Teacher Zhang probably figured something out from Nanzhi's expression. She said hesitantly:
"Actually, I don't know if it tastes good or not, because I can't taste it."
“Huh?”
The truth surprised Nanzhi.
She wanted to ask the reason, but felt that it was private and it was inconvenient to ask more.
It was Teacher Zhang who took the initiative to mention it, because she thought it was no big deal:
“The school environment was not good before. I was hit on the head by a tile falling from the roof. After that, I lost my sense of smell and almost lost my sense of smell. I can’t taste it. So, I always feel like this when my children praise my cooking... Are they trying to trick me?”
The answer is obvious.
It is the kindness of the children that protects Teacher Zhang’s confidence in cooking.
When Nanzhi thought of this, his chest felt so tight that he could not speak.
She regretted it.
After much thought, I could only say:
"Sorry."
Teacher Zhang roughly understood what he was talking about, waved his hand indifferently, and said with a smile :
"It's okay! Thank you for telling me today! Otherwise, I really thought my cooking was delicious, and I don't know how long I would have continued to harm the children!"
The more relaxed Teacher Zhang's tone was, the more uncomfortable Nanzhi felt.
The same is true for the audience in the live broadcast room:
[My eyes peed, woo woo woo. 】
【Nanzhi regrets so much, and so do I. I shouldn’t have laughed at Teacher Zhang for being so confident just now. 】
【For the hundredth time, I want to go back in time and scold all those who maliciously speculate about Teacher Zhang! 】
[The children should also know that Teacher Zhang cannot taste, so they deliberately concealed it. 】
[Other teachers must have helped hide it. Everyone is doing well and feels warm in their hearts. ]...
Nanzhi didn’t know how to make up for it.
Teacher Zhang noticed her guilt and uneasiness, so he took the initiative to mention:
"Why don't you teach me how to cook?"
Nanzhi agreed without thinking.
Since I’m teaching cooking, it’s a good time to start with the roasted pork with potatoes.
Nanzhi did not take the spatula directly, but stood next to Teacher Zhang and directed her.
Teacher Zhang wants to retreat:
"You better do it, I'll just watch from the side."
Nanzhi held her shoulders firmly:
"It doesn't matter, believe me. Let's start by changing the knife and cutting the potato. Take it out and cut it again.”
She made the request, and Teacher Zhang followed it subconsciously.
Unknowingly, Teacher Zhang had forgotten that he wanted to give up the iron pot, but continued to stand nervously in front of the stove, chopping vegetables awkwardly:
"Is this okay?"
Nanzhi nodded and said yes.
Then, she continued to explain in a gentle voice:
“You can’t cut potatoes into such large sizes. It’s better to have the same size so that they taste evenly...”
“ The meat should be stir-fried in advance to bring out the aroma of its fat..."
"The temperature of the iron pot must be high enough so that it won't stick..."
"Yes, that's it..."
Nanzhi did not use those complicated methods, all the steps were the simplest and easiest Easy to use.
Coupled with her patience and timely encouragement, Teacher Zhang slowly relaxed and was no longer as tense as before.
Soon, the roasted pork with potatoes in the pot became oily and red in color, and a mellow aroma filled the air from the iron pot.
Teacher Zhang can't smell it.
But just looking at the roasted pork with potatoes made under Nanzhi's command in the pot, and comparing it with the bland roasted pork with potatoes that I had made before, it was clear which one was higher and which was lower.
Teacher Zhang couldn’t help but smile and feel satisfied.
Then he thought of the children who had been "poisoned" by his poor cooking skills, and his satisfaction turned into disappointment, and even his eyebrows became depressed.
She took out the potatoes and roasted meat and said:
"Lunch time is coming, I'll go prepare it first."
Before Nanzhi could say anything, he watched Teacher Zhang's back disappear from the kitchen door.
She sighed and fried the remaining Chinese cabbage.
Just as the radish and pork ribs soup was almost simmering, as soon as the lid of the pot was opened, the delicious smell of the soup continued to spread step by step around the kitchen.
The students who had just stepped into the cafeteria smelled it and looked around curiously:
"Huh? What does it smell like? It smells so good!"
"Is it the smell of our school?"
"I'm so hungry!"
"No, Teacher Zhang is also the one cooking today.”
“Ah.”
"Everyone remember it! You can't say it's not delicious!"
"Remember it! I won't let Teacher Zhang know!"
"..."
Zhang The teacher walked out of the cafeteria and happened to hear this sentence.
Her eyes were a little sore, feeling guilty and moved at the same time.
In the end, he still pretended to know nothing:
"Children, come to eat! Today we have potatoes and roast meat!"
When the children heard this, they were immediately happy. The ground came around.
These children are not completely unable to afford meat at home, but the elders live in poverty and are frugal. They only eat meat once or twice a week at most.
So, being able to eat extra meat at school is something they look forward to every day.
Even though they all knew that the meat cooked by Teacher Zhang was not delicious, they were still happy.