Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 345 Serving the Plate
Yan Yu suddenly realized that it was the young man's turn, and couldn't help looking at him. Among the group of older chefs, he really looked pleasing to the eye.

Gradually, he was attracted by his specialness, and the other chefs were sweating profusely.

But he was not in a hurry, and he was in his world safely, and he didn't crackle like other chefs. The faint smoke like incense rose from the stove, making the stove he was in look peaceful and leisurely.

There were all kinds of precious ingredients on the table next to the stove, but he didn't move at all. Yan Yu finally found out that he was making porridge.

With such fierce competition, he was cooking porridge instead of showing off his special skills. How could Shinansheng, who is used to delicacies from mountains and seas, fall in love with a bowl of porridge?

At this moment, Yan Yu felt that this young man was clearly here to join in the fun.

But after a while, Yan Yu was attracted by him again, and saw that he was turning a spoon in the casserole while boiling, his movements were even and gentle.

It seems that he is not cooking porridge, but painting, so hard and emotional, without the slightest smoke.

The wisps of heat coming from the surface of the casserole made Yan Yu seem to smell the sweetness of porridge...

It wasn't until he poured the clear porridge into a bowl that Yan Yu came back to his senses, and he actually watched him finish the bowl of porridge from beginning to end.

This is a bowl of clear porridge, without any ingredients, simple and clear bowl of clear porridge.

Yan Yu was inexplicably looking forward to it, could this bowl of porridge impress Shinansheng?
She didn't know how it tasted, but she was moved by the process of making the porridge, and she felt inexplicably happy and peaceful.

Xie Fu brought the porridge in front of Shinansheng and the two of them: "You two, please enjoy."

Huo Jianli and Shinansheng only focused on chatting.

Huo Jianli smiled and said, "Brother Shi, follow you, and you will take my mouth too."

Shinansheng sighed: "But I was spoiled by someone."

"how do I say this?"

"A year ago, I ate Huizhou cuisine once in Huizhou. I have traveled to many places in the past year, but I can't eat authentic Huizhou cuisine again. No! It should be the amazing Huizhou cuisine. As a gourmet, After having tasted the superb food, I can’t taste it again, this kind of taste is really worse than death, every day when it’s meal time, my whole body is itchy and uncomfortable!”

"Oh, which chef is it that can make brother Shi so tasteful?"

"I just don't know who made this Huizhou dish, but I just have to taste it again, and I can immediately taste that special taste."

"It's a pity, if you can invite this chef, you will definitely be able to make Miss Wang talk."

Xie Fu saw that the two seemed to be chatting endlessly, so he said again: "Gentlemen, the porridge is cold."

Huo Jianli said perfunctorily: "It's too hot, let it cool down later."

Just about to talk, Yan Yu's voice suddenly floated: "The porridge is cold, the two gentlemen should hurry up and taste it."

The two stopped talking immediately when they heard this, and looked at Yan Yu.

Huo Jianli explained with a smile: "Miss Yanyu, when tasting delicious food, you have to be in a happy mood in order to truly taste the delicious food. As the saying goes, the seven orifices connect to the heart. If the heart is unhappy, the orifices will also be stagnant. Brother Shi and I tasted a dish. Another delicacy, just like going through the motions, but it needs to adjust the mood."

Wearing a white Confucian uniform, Shinansheng stroked his beard and said, "That's exactly the reason."

Yan Yu said in a deep voice, "Is it adjusted?"

Huo Jianli chuckled: "Pin, I'll be here soon, Miss Yan Yu, don't be impatient."

Although the two have the demeanor of gourmets, they seem to be neglectful in Yan Yu's eyes.

The two of them looked at the porridge and saw that it was a bowl of clear porridge, but they were slightly surprised. There were also people making porridge today, but it was Chuanbei shrimp crystal gold and silver porridge.

What does a bowl of porridge mean? Is this a dish?
No matter what, I still have to taste it. Shinansheng scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a spoon, and there was only one grain of porridge on the spoon, covered with a shallow layer of porridge water, but he didn't eat too much.

I don't know how many dishes I have to taste today, but I have to maintain my hunger.

Huo Jianli also took a sip as usual, and the two gourmets looked at each other and announced their elimination unanimously.

For some reason, Yan Yu was not reconciled, she always felt that the porridge was very different, and said, "Why did you get eliminated?"

Shinansheng said one more thing: "Bland and tasteless."

Huo Jianli just chuckled and didn't say much. There is nothing to comment on a bowl of porridge.

Yan Yu said: "You two must have delayed for too long, the porridge is cold, so it loses its taste." As he spoke, he looked at Xie Fu and asked, "Do you have any good dishes, let's make another one. "

Huo Jianli laughed and said: "Okay, okay, it's our fault, let this little chef make a new one." At this moment, I can't help but suspect that Yan Yu girl has something to do with this young little chef and favors him so much.

Xie Fu thought to himself, the two of them missed the time and couldn't taste it at all, and he thought that the two of them knew how to taste real food, so they made such a simple bowl of clear porridge. The most original taste is The purest taste, unaffected by any off-flavors.

It seems that there is only grandstanding.

"it is good."

Xie Fu Yingwan returned to the stove, only to find that the stove he had just been used had been used.

Each person has only one chance. He has finished cooking, so it will be someone else's turn.

Yan Yu followed, and said to the old chef who occupied Xie Fu's stove, "Wait a minute, let him make a new one first."

The old chef was taken aback, not knowing how to respond, but Xie Fu smiled and said: "No, I don't need a fire for this dish, and it doesn't take up the stove. Just borrow a plate and a knife."

The old chef readily agreed, which didn't affect him at all, not to mention that Yan Yu was watching with a threatening look on his face.

Xie Fu turned to Yan Yu and said, "Miss Yan Yu, can you help me?"

Yan Yu nodded and replied, "You can just say what you need me to do."

She always felt that helping him was helping herself, helping Miss, and she didn't know why she had such a strange feeling, maybe when he cooked the porridge just now, he seemed to be painting a peaceful and selfless appearance, which was a little familiar to Miss.

This is the case when the young lady is painting, even though the world is collapsing outside, she concentrates on it and is not affected in the slightest.

It's simple to say, but how many people can do it, Yan Yu has been with the young lady for a long time, and she understands it too well.

Xie Fu took a big plate: "Help me serve the plate."

"that's all?"

Yan Yu was like a wooden man holding a plate with both hands, but seeing Xie Fu walk away, he couldn't help but asked again: "Why are you going?"

Xie Fu didn't answer, but picked up some green bamboo leaves from the yard.

Seeing that Xie Fu put the bamboo leaves directly on the plate, Yan Yu couldn't help asking, "Will you wash it?"

Xie Fu smiled: "They don't know."

Yan Yu wanted to laugh in her heart, but she gave Xie Fu a look. Don't waste the chance I fought for with you.

Here, Xie Fu has already started to work, shredded ginger, shredded radish, sliced ​​garlic, orange slices, mixed rice vinegar and fermented soybean sauce...

After preparing these condiments, Xie Fu fished a Songjiang perch, held the fish in his hand, and directly peeled off the scales without a chopping board.

Yan Yu saw the fish struggling desperately in his hands, although he held it firmly so that he would not let go, but under the struggle of the live fish, he was worried that he would be cut by the sharp kitchen knife, so he could not help but groan.

Xie Fu concentrated on peeling off the fish scales without looking at her, but said lightly: "The plate is stable."

It was only then that Yan Yu realized that the plate had unconsciously tilted slowly after keeping his arms in one movement for a long time, and he said, "Got it."

This Songjiang perch is still alive after removing the scales. Xie Fu did not kill him, but directly took slices from the live fish. The kitchen knife in his hand was like a spring breeze, light and soft, and the fish fillets were as thin as cicada wings. Comparing and distinguishing carefully, each piece is about the same size, which is a test of handwork. The fish may not be able to cut so thinly without moving, not to mention that this living perch is still shaking from time to time.

Yan Yu watched slices of fish flakes as thin as cicada's wings falling on the plate, feeling as if he was splashing ink.

This isn't cooking, it's clearly...painting.

Xie Fu was very fast, and in a short while, the fattest and tender fish meat on both sides of the carp weighing three catties was cut off, and the four pieces of bamboo that were placed on the big plate were also covered with crystal clear and transparent fish. fillet.

Put two plates in the middle of the plate, pour fermented soybean sauce on one plate, pour rice vinegar on the other plate, and cover the edge of the plate with fish fillets. At first glance, it looks like two small red and white lakes on the plate, piled up on the edge The fish fillets are made into small piers, and the mint is directly inserted. Although the mint is small, it seems to be a hibiscus on this plate.

Ginger shreds, radish shreds, garlic slices, orange slices, etc., Yan Yu only watched Xie Fu arrange them, and they became a picture in an orderly manner.

The more Yan Yu looked at it, the more strange he became, the more surprised he became. This is not a dish, it is clearly an exquisite work of art!

Is he cooking?He is clearly painting, a different living painting.

Yan Yu's eyes were fixed on the painting, no!this dish.

The bamboo leaves are like an oasis, the orange slices hang like a flying pavilion, the green onions are dotted like lotus leaves, the ginger shreds are like a rockery, and the roses are like a corridor, which is as vivid as a real scene.

Even better...

Xie Fu said: "Take it quickly, if you are too late, you will miss it."

Yan Yu didn't know why, so he listened to his orders, held up the big plate with both hands, and walked towards Shinansheng cautiously, for fear that it would shake and ruin the beautiful scenery.

Huo Jianli joked: "Ms. Yan Yu serves the dishes herself. The two of us must taste this dish."

Shinansheng agreed with a smile and said, "Then eat one more bite."

They only ate one bite of each dish, and eating an extra bite was already a great way for Yan Yu to save face.

Yan Yu didn't make a sound, what seemed to be a priceless treasure was held in both hands, smoothly and steadily, and gently and delicately placed the big plate on the table.

The moment the two gourmets saw this dish, their expressions froze, and their eyes were fixed on this fresh and real dish.

As a gourmet, I have never seen or eaten any dish, but I was shocked for the first time without smelling its fragrance or tasting its taste. It is really amazing that a dish can be so beautiful!
Just looking at it makes people feel like they are in the beautiful scenery and feel happy. This scenery is really lifelike and wonderful.

Seeing the two moved, Yan Yu stared at the dish, secretly happy in his heart, and regardless of whether it was delicious or not, the beauty of the scenery had already shocked the two of them, and urged: "Taste it."

Shi Nansheng immediately raised his hand to interrupt, "Don't talk yet."

(End of this chapter)