Jinghua little cook

Scrape the four sides of the frozen magnolia with a knife.

Still nothing changes.

It even looks a bit like an immature eggplant.

Until the moment they were put into the frying pan, the two children almost dropped their jaws in shock.

Bean Sprout supported her own with one hand, and Liang Chen's with the other.

"Don't drop your chin, don't drop your chin..."

In the oil pan, the bamboo chopsticks with magnolia flowers in them were covered with oily flowers. In an instant, the oily flowers surged like waves, like a warm spring breeze tightly surrounding the magnolia flowers.

The petals are soaked in the waves and bloom in the spring breeze.

Liang Chen subconsciously held his breath, unwilling to look away, watching the crisp layer slowly blooming, really ostentatious like a magnolia in the wind.

"It takes a lot of effort to fry, you two should rest your eyes."

Lu Xiling's kindness was collectively ignored by the two children, they were not willing to miss every flower in full bloom!

Still, it's no wonder the kids are so focused.

It's because the shape of each flower under Lu Xiling's hand is different.

Some are budding, some are blooming gorgeously, and the blooms are also different. Some bloom to the left, and some bloom to the right, just like the flowers growing on the tree.

Lu Xiling smiled.

She didn't dare to sneak away easily.

The temperature of the oil is what she needs to control, and the shape of the petals needs to be adjusted by her by adjusting the movements of the bamboo chopsticks.

This is the real Magnolia blooming.

There must be levels and levels, and it must be realistic and realistic.

From a distance, the reduction rate is as high as 100%.

The same goes for gardenias.

When the two kinds of flowers were ready, Lu Xiling reached out for two black plates.

White flowers on a black background, this is a collision of colors and a fusion of food and art.
Lu Xiling smiled slightly, and pointed at Liang Chen proudly, "Do you understand how to arrange dishes? Learn."

The young man nodded, his whole body was completely numb.

At this moment, even though he was full of knowledge, he couldn't praise the mystery in front of him. At this moment, he suddenly understood Bai Fengzhi.

Perhaps, for the diners, there is a moment when it is impossible to describe the feeling brought by the food in words.

In other words, what can be described in words is not amazing enough.

The real astonishment should make people stunned, speechless, and even want to cry.

"Beautiful, so beautiful."

Liang Chen was still too reserved and refined. At this moment, Lu Xiling wished so much to hear a word of admiration from future generations, such as "Fuck, awesome" or something like that.

Lu Xiling pinched her fingers, she had been holding on to the chopsticks for too long, her fingers were stiff.

When she thought that these flowers were just experimental products, and five, six, seven or eight would be fried later, she immediately became tired.

But how can a good flower be without green leaves.

Lu Xiling took out the refrigerated branches. The branches are also made of dough, but mixed with real tree powder. It is impossible to eat them, but at least they are also made of dough, so they won't go against harmony when combined.

On the branches, she used the little spinach juice left to knead a few thin strips of dough, which were used as green leaves.

In this way, a magnolia flower that was folded off during the spring outing is ready.

Bean Sprout covered her mouth and shook her head vigorously: "No, no, I don't want to eat it, I want to keep it for a while, who would be willing to eat such a beautiful thing!"

It really does.

Mei Ziyuan swallowed a mouthful of crisps, and Mr. Qiu's heart seemed to be broken.

"Skills and skills, the moment the flowers bloom, is the sublimation from skills to skills."

"The taste is sweet and the fire is in place."

"Different from bright crisps, dark crisps seem simple, but in fact, it is easier to make flowers bloom first, but it takes a test of the chef's skills to make flowers bloom beautifully."

After reviewing one dish, Mei Ziyuan looked at the next dish.

"Hehe, chickpeas."

Looking away from Bai Yulan's distressed eyes, Mr. Qiu introduced: "The little lady said that this dish is called 'Spring Evening', which means that Baixue hates the late spring, so she wears the garden tree to make flying flowers."

Mei Ziyuan smiled.

It's fine to use elegant names to deceive others. In his eyes, chickpeas are just chickpeas.

"That's the way it is said, but if the little lady can't afford this name, I'm afraid you will pick it up, right?"

Chief Qiu had an expression of "I've seen you through", which made Mei Ziyuan snort.

Unintentionally arguing, Mei Ziyuan scooped up a spoonful of chickpeas and began to observe.

This dish, when you look at the soup color, clear chicken soup is the most afraid of oil, the soup base should be clear and pure, there should be no chicken oil, let alone minced meat.

Second, look at the chickpea flower itself, not one by one, but delicate, even, and snow-white.

Mei Ziyuan smiled, let alone, just by looking at her appearance, it really seems like spring is coming late.

When you've seen enough, it's time to taste it with your tongue.

Director Qiu watched a spoonful of chickpeas enter the mouth of the person opposite, and unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

It's not that he hasn't eaten the food made by Lu Xiling before, but it's the first time that he has been so envious like today.

Such a level, not to mention eating it for Mei Ziyuan, even serving it directly in front of the saint or on the table of a state banquet, is enough!

Chief Qiu felt regretful.

What a great opportunity to become famous, we are not without strength and backing, how come the little lady doesn't know how to cherish it.

"Cough cough."

Master Qiu came back to his senses, his eyes turned red when he saw the person in front of him, and he quickly handed over the handkerchief.

Could it be that there is something wrong with the taste.

No, it smells good, and it smells clean, without any smell of sundries or oil.

Chief Qiu looked at the food on the plate, touched his chin suspiciously, and only heard a handkerchief drop from the other side before saying, "It's hot."

The sweat on his body suddenly sucked into the pores, Mr. Qiu wiped off the sweat, and cast a resentful glance at him.

"Okay." Mei Ziyuan said.

"What's okay."

Mei Ziyuan pointed to the remaining three dishes, and said, "She passed the test, the remaining few dishes can be delivered to the guys."

"You," Chief Qiu choked, leaving the buttocks of the futon and sitting down slowly.

"You don't want to eat?"

Isn't this reckless?

Besides, the little lady worked so hard to cook a table of luxury banquets, and she only tasted two dishes, isn't it a bit too disrespectful?

Chief Qiu curled his lips.

This person is always like this, he is rebellious and never takes others seriously.

"What do you know? I don't eat it because I am old. The doctor said that I don't eat much fish."

What Mei Ziyuan meant was very clear.

He is powerless.

Sweet and roasted white, one bite, it is glutinous rice and fat meat, mouth-watering fat and fragrant.

The steamed mandarin fish is smooth and tender, and the emphasis is on the taste of nostalgia and saliva without adding a grain of salt.

No need to eat, just looking at the colors of the two dishes, Mei Ziyuan knew that it must be very sure.

Taking out her badge, Mei Ziyuan said, "Let her report to Shangshi Bureau someday."

Mr. Qiu was stunned, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't told this master that the little lady didn't care about going to the state banquet, and the little lady liked money.

But the monthly salary in the palace was too little, she didn't like it.

Mr. Qiu said with a smile: "I forgot to tell my lord that the proprietress declined our house the day before yesterday, saying that she was busy with business and couldn't take care of her."

A wine shop as big as Xiankeju also wants to win this wave of dividends, which shows that it is no small matter for all nations to come to court.

If he can be ranked among the chefs of state banquets, it is not impossible to say that he can make money lying down in the future.

Of course, everyone's choice is different, Mei Ziyuan will respect the younger generation, the reason why he hopes this person can be selected as the chef, also has his own plan.

The old man suddenly laughed.

Judging by this skill, he should not be a fool.

Are there really good people in the world?

One more, ask for a monthly ticket and ask for a reward.

Thank you for the reward from the book friends yesterday, but the backstage didn’t tell me who I was