Siheyuan: Starting from the promotion of an engineer

Chapter 10 Showing full-level cooking skills, dead pit Yi Zhonghai
When Sha Zhu heard that Lin Zhen wanted to accept Ma Hua as his apprentice.

I laughed at that time.

"Hey! You, Engineer Lin, are really interesting. What's the matter? The work in the workshop is no longer challenging. You want to make gestures with me?"

Lin Zhen smiled and said, "Just tell me, did Ma Hua kowtow to you as a teacher?"

The silly pillar shook his head, "No."

"Isn't that serious? Those of us who have crafts are not willing to miss the materials we can make. This Mahua boy is not bad. To be honest, I admire him. I plan to take him as an apprentice to teach the skills of chefs. Do you agree with us? .”

"Hahahaha...Okay, okay, Lin Zhen, don't make trouble, return to the chef, go home and cook for your daughter-in-law Lou Xiao'e, this is the cafeteria, don't make trouble!"

Silly Zhu smiled and couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

He is 100% confident in his cooking skills.

At the same time, I have never heard of which cuisine Lin Zhen is the descendant of.

This is at most a show of cleverness.

"Master Lin, do you really know how to cook? Do you really want to dig someone in person? We have to see the result."

The chefs in the back kitchen wanted to watch the excitement.

Although I know that Lin Zhen is a genius, it's just passed on by people in the workshop, and I haven't really heard that he is a chef.

Lin Zhen really wanted to accept Ma Hua as his apprentice today.

If he enters the food industry in the future, MCA will definitely be the most loyal subordinate.

That's why he was going to show off his full-level cooking skills for these people to see.

"Whether I can cook it or not is irrelevant. With the same dish, I can definitely beat Sha Zhu."

Silly Zhu said disdainfully: "Pull it down, Lin Zhen, tell me, which cuisine are you the heir to, I am the heir of the Tan family cuisine of the Beijing school of Sichuan cuisine, what about you?"

"Me? Sorry, I can order all eight major cuisines."

"Hey, I... you, just blow it!"

"Comparison, no comparison, I will take Mahua away."

"Bi! I'm afraid you won't succeed? Just now, you can choose the dishes in the back kitchen. We use the same ingredients."

Ma Hua was so happy that he didn't expect two big chefs to rob him just a few days after he went to work.

Lin Zhen looked at the dishes stored in the back kitchen.

Smiling slightly, he said, "Let's use the most common cabbage."

"Okay! That's it, but I have an additional condition."

"Say."

"If you lose, lend Qin Huairu some money, she will be so pitiful."

"You don't need to be maddened by the Holy Mother. I took Ma Hua away just for the sake of the Jia family, but I also have an additional condition."

"what?"

"If I win, I will take Mahua to work in the workshop for a few months, and then follow you in the cafeteria. You have to teach him all your cooking skills."

"What about you? You don't teach, but you still take the name of master?"

"You don't have to worry about it, just say you agree or not?"

"Hahaha...Okay, I agree on behalf of Sha Zhu!"

It was the canteen director who spoke.

Come to see how the staff's lunch preparations are going, just happened to encounter such a scene.

Sha Zhu scratched his head and said awkwardly: "Then, let's start, don't waste time."

Silly Zhu wants to make Sichuan cuisine hot and sour cabbage.

I chose half a yellow sprout cabbage with good quality.

Lin Zhen chose to make Phnom Penh cabbage from the northwest region, and only picked a few slices of cabbage.

On the surface, Lin Zhen was at a disadvantage in selecting materials.

But any knowledgeable cook knows that Lin Zhen has already won half a point.

Using low-quality ingredients against high-quality ingredients has already gained half a point in momentum.

Both are fast.

After a few flashes of the knife, the main course and ingredients are ready.

Shazhu stir-fried first.

Slow and orderly, moderate heat.

He unhurriedly placed a plate of hot and sour cabbage in front of the canteen director.

The canteen director took a sip.

He nodded and said: "As expected of a silly Zhu, no matter where I go on business trips, I can't eat more delicious dishes than yours."

When it was Lin Zhen's turn, he turned on the fire to the maximum.

When the frying spoon was shaken, the cabbage gangzi, which had been cut into long sections, turned over in the flames.

This scene stunned the chef who was watching the excitement.

"This is a four-door game of flowers. Without more than ten years of practical experience, it can't be so even!"

"My master is from Northwest, he knows this, but I didn't learn it!"

"The real person doesn't show his face. I didn't expect Master Lin to be the heir of Northwest Cuisine."

"Ah! That's not right! This is even more exciting than Hua Da Si Men, this is so amazing!"

"Sigh~"

Silly Zhu also took a deep breath.

Lin Zhen shook the spoon with one hand, causing the fire to collide with the ingredients.

The other hand throws in the ingredients at the most ingenious times.

Dried chilies, scallions, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Not only is the timing just right, but even the portion is perfectly controlled by him.

Shazhu's cooking is the ultimate pursuit of delicious food.

And Lin Zhen's cooking is a perfect match of time, opportunity, five flavors, and five senses.

It has risen to the point where man and nature are one.

Lin Zhen stopped the fire and put on a plate.

The aroma permeated the back kitchen, and every side of each cabbage was burnt to golden yellow.

The director of the cafeteria took a sip and couldn't help closing his eyes to savor it.

"Director, how are you, talk, you judge, hey! Why are you eating and not making a sound?"

Silly Zhu was so anxious that he quickly grabbed a root and put it in his mouth.

The next second, he was also silent.

The simpler the ingredients, the more it can test a person's cooking skills.

And the Phnom Penh cabbage made by Lin Zhen is enough to remind Sha Zhu of being forced to learn cooking by his father He Daqing when he was a child.

"Turn it over for me! Why are you so dazed? If you learn how to cook, you will never die of hunger in this life..."

Silly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Lin Zhen, I'm convinced, Ma Hua, take it away!"

Looking up, Lin Zhen and Ma Hua are no longer in the back kitchen.

A group of chefs in the back kitchen are reminiscing about Phnom Penh cabbage with their eyes closed.

Shazhu's world view is about to collapse.

It turns out that a delicacy can affect the emotions and memories of diners.

……

"Master, who did you learn such a great cooking skill from?"

While trotting, Ma Hua asked Lin Zhen like a little fanboy.

"Haha, follow your heart, follow your hobbies, as long as you concentrate and love, you will be able to make delicious food that will make diners dazed in the future."

"Hmm! I love cooking and can endure hardship!"

"Okay, first go to the production workshop to help Jia Dongxu with a position for a few months. In addition to your eight yuan salary every month, I will give you an extra nine yuan for hard work."

As an apprentice in the back kitchen of the canteen, MCA only earns 8 yuan a month.

The master gave me 9 yuan, which moved Ma Hua to the point of tears.

"Thank you, master, that...can the workshop director agree?"

"Yes, I have already agreed with him, work hard, I am very optimistic about you!"

"Ok!"

"By the way, be careful of Yi Zhonghai, the eighth-level fitter in the workshop, he is Jia Dongxu's master, don't be fooled by his amiability, he is an old fox."

"Don't worry, master, I only recognize you in the rolling mill!"

The first uncle Yi Zhonghai saw Lin Zhen leading a young guy to Jia Dongxu's post.

I was not calm at that time.

Hastily came over and asked in a low voice: "Lin Zhen, what are you doing? Why did you find an outsider to replace you?"

"Hey~ Uncle Yi, why are you nervous? This is an apprentice who learned cooking from me. I borrowed it from the back kitchen of the cafeteria. I have already told the workshop director. It will definitely last for three months, and they don't care about the position of fitter. .”

"Oh, you scared me, so I gave him 99 every month?"

"How can that be? He is still an apprentice who cuts vegetables, so he can't be messed up. In addition to the 8 yuan salary for each, I will give him another 9 yuan?"

"Ah? Cooperate with you and swallow me 90 every month? You also... also... 嗐!"

Yi Zhonghai felt that he had been tricked, but he still couldn't say it.

(End of this chapter)