Chapter 407: There’s something wrong with your sense of taste
The audience in the live broadcast room initially regarded this as a game and found it quite interesting.
They all joked and agreed, saying that cooking should start from a young age. This is to cultivate useful talents for the country.
In the audience’s mind, the classes Nanzhi took were probably the same as when he was in the village primary school -
Educational and entertaining, aiming to let children experience traditional culture through cooking charm.
In terms of difficulty, it's almost non-existent.
Most of the most easily injured processes, such as cutting vegetables, are done by teachers.
So they didn’t take it too seriously, they just laughed and joked.
But soon, they discovered that they were wrong.
Nanzhi is countless times harsher than imagined!
Nan Yi did not take this as a joke, but took it seriously than anyone else!
The audience gradually did not dare to joke:
[Okay, so fierce...]
[It was the first time I saw Sister Zhi being so strict with Yiyi, and I was a little emotional. ah. 】
【Vision The scene when I teach my children to do homework is much more serious than teaching children in school! 】
[I also want to experience Sister Zhi’s previous experience of learning to cook. From this point of view, it is not easy for Sister Zhi to learn to cook. 】
【It’s not easy in the first place. Cutting with knives and burning is the easiest place to get injured in the kitchen! 】
【Why are you so touched? Sister Zhi and Yiyi are both so serious! 】
【And you learn one by one very quickly. Basically, Sister Zhi can do anything! 】
【This is called genes, this is inheritance! 】
...
Occasionally, a few people complained about Nanzhi, or simply felt that Nanyi was so smart that he shouldn't be a chef, but others retorted and told them to mind their own business.
In such a "pleasant" barrage atmosphere, Nanzhi and Nanyi are also continuing their "pleasant" learning.
After Nan Yi cut vegetables for half an hour without stopping, Nan Zhi finally stopped.
Nanyi frowned in disapproval:
"Why stop? I can continue!"
Nanzhi pinched his arm:
"I'm shaking, are you sure you want to continue?"
< br>Nanyi pursed her lips and stopped talking.
Nanzhi switches from severe to gentle state:
"If you force it, you will get hurt. Besides, you always have to finish a complete dish, right?"
Nan Yi reluctantly nodded with a face full of displeasure.
Nanzhi picked through the shredded potatoes that Nanyi had just cut, choosing ones that could barely be put into the pot for frying.
Then he commanded Nan Yi and stood in front of the stove.
Of course, Nanyi was on a stool the whole time.
Otherwise, he can't even reach the countertop, so why would he want to chop and stir-fry vegetables?
At this time, Nan Yi was not afraid at all when faced with a wok big enough to hold him.
According to Nanzhi's instructions, he turned on the heat first and waited until the pot was almost hot before pouring oil into the pot.
The oil pot was a bit big, so Nan Yi reluctantly lifted it with her left hand, trembling uncontrollably.
But his right hand was holding a spatula that was almost as long as his arm, and there was no room for it.
Seeing Nan Yi in a hurry, Nan Zhi resisted the urge to remind him.
Nanyi did not ask Nanzhi for help, but gritted his teeth and continued to pour the oil quickly with one hand.
The whole process was frightening to watch, as if You Gu and Nan Yi were about to fall down at any moment.
Fortunately, Nanyi persisted in the end.
After he put the oil can, Nanzhi asked:
"Why don't you put the spatula next to it?"
Nanyi quickly replied:
"I'm afraid the countertop will be dirty."
Nanzhi smiled and then nodded. Praise:
“Well done. As a chef, you must always keep hygiene in mind. However, you must also remember to learn from your experience. Next time you cook, leave an empty bowl handy and put a spatula next to it. , don’t be in a hurry when the end comes.”
"Yeah!"
Nanyi nodded vigorously, staring at the oil in the pot, using the method Nanzhi taught him to judge the oil temperature.
Nanzhi: "Is it almost there?"
Nanyi: "It seems to be a little bit worse."
After a while.
Nanzhi asked again: "What now?" Nanyi replied: "It seems okay."
Then pour in the shredded potatoes.
Fortunately, Nanzhi reminded Nanyi in advance to drain the water from the potato shreds, so there was not much oil splashing out when putting it in the pot.
But a few drops of oil are inevitable.
Nanzhi is close and has sharp eyes.
I saw several drops of oil flying up and landing on the back of Nan Yi's hand.
Nanyi's hands trembled, but she didn't cry out in pain and continued to stir-fry in the pot.
Nanzhi felt distressed but couldn't help but feel relieved.
After a few minutes, the shredded potatoes are finally ready.
A plate of stir-fried shredded potatoes with just a little salt is not considered good by its appearance.
Because Nan Yi was not strong enough to turn the pot, and he did not swing the spatula in time enough, the potato shreds were heated unevenly, and some of them were raw and some were burnt.
Nanyi couldn't hold it back anymore and showed a frustrated expression.
Nanzhi smiled and touched his head, picked up the chopsticks:
"It doesn't matter, it's just a small failure."
Nan Yi clenched his fists, his eyes full of fighting spirit:
"I will continue to work hard...wait! Mom, do you want to eat?"
He looked at Nan Zhi stupidly as he picked up shredded potatoes and gave them to to the mouth.
Nanzhi: "Of course, this is the first time you have fried shredded potatoes."
Nanyi is a little awkward, fearing that the shredded potatoes will be unpalatable to her mother.
But in a small corner of my heart, I hope my mother can try his cooking.
While hesitating, he had already watched Nanzhi take the shredded potatoes into his mouth and chew them twice.
Nanyi inevitably has expectations:
“How is it?”
Nanyi’s expression does not change and she nods:
"Yeah, it's quite delicious."
Nanyi showed a rare expression of doubt and confusion.
He looked at Nanzhi’s face, and then at the half-baked and half-cooked shredded potatoes on the plate.
That’s it? tasty? Are you sure?
“Can I have a taste?”
Suddenly a voice sounded.
It turned out that Song Lin came over at some point.
Nanzhi did not refuse and generously gave up his position:
“Here.”
Song Lin picked up the chopsticks with a smile and took a bite.
Then, he actually nodded:
“He’s a pretty good, talented kid.”
The chefs listening secretly:? ? ?
Master/Master, you have never treated us like this before!
Actually, Nan Yi is the one who is most puzzled.
He tilted his head, and a big question mark almost appeared on the top of his head.
Delicious? Is there no problem with your sense of taste?
【Hahaha, the homemade fried food is delicious no matter what. 】
【Yes! The porridge my daughter cooked for me was not cooked yet, but I could still say it was delicious without batting an eye! 】
【The puzzled expressions on Yiyi’s face are so interesting! He probably doesn’t even believe it himself! 】
[We are all very humble children with clear self-awareness! 】
【Yiyi also tasted it, and then vomited because it tasted bad! 】
【I want to eat it too, I guarantee I can perform a show on the spot and swallow it as if nothing happened! 】
......
Nanyi resisted the urge to spit out the potato shreds in her mouth, chewed them bit by bit, and swallowed them.
Well, there is indeed something wrong with my mother’s sense of taste!