Best Young Chef

There is a military base in the southeast of Yangzhou City, whose scale is in the top five in the whole province.

Looking down from a high altitude, we can see that the military looks neat, the green is rich, and it looks like a garden. In addition, the vigorous figure of the soldiers in training has brought vitality here.

A jeep galloped up the main road with a yellow dragon behind it.

Although the jeep of the army has strong cross-country ability, its comfort is not flattering. Zhao Zilong and Yang Hongyu were sitting on the jeep which was driving very fast. They felt that their hearts were shaking out.

The jeep drove directly to the small canteen in the corner of the military base. The cooking squad leader, with three kitchen assistants, had already stood at attention in a row to welcome them.

Company commander Peng jumped down and opened the door for Yang Hongyu with great gentleness.

"Welcome to chef Zhao's work. On behalf of all the members of our hongsanlian cooking class, I would like to welcome you two." The head of the cooking squad has a solemn expression, a loud voice and some military spirit.

As soon as his words came to an end, the four applauded and welcomed him. Company commander Peng nodded and smiled.

"This skinny old boy is our cooking monitor of Hongsan company. It's not that people are poor, and their cooking skills are not very good. You must teach them well when you come here this time. "

"If they don't listen, you tell me, I'll beat them."

After introducing the monitor of cooking, company commander Peng took Yang Hongyu for a stroll.

Zhao Zilong smiles and goes forward to shake hands with four people in the cooking class one by one.

The monitor of the cooking team saw that he had a good relationship with company commander Peng, so he naturally welcomed him with a smile. On the contrary, his three inexperienced recruits looked down upon Zhao Zilong when they saw that he was so young.

Although the first two recruits were not satisfied, they managed to shake hands with him. Finally, the five big and three thick cook soldier faced Zhao Zilong's outstretched hand, as if he didn't see it, his chin was very high.

In the face of his arrogance, Zhao Zilong didn't say a word, just laughed in his heart.

"Xiong Kun, what's your attitude? Are you looking for a fight?"

Seeing this, the monitor of the cooking class frowned and called to the strong man.

"Report to the monitor, this young man has white and tender hands, which are more delicate than women. It seems that he is not the material for cooking." That Xiong Kun is a straight hearted man. He doesn't know how to cover up.

The monitor of the cooking class, seeing him like that, raised his foot to kick him, but Zhao Zilong stopped him.

He scolded Xiong Kun and took Zhao Zilong to visit the kitchen.

The kitchen was clean and tidy, and all the kitchen utensils were put in order, which made Zhao Zilong secretly nod his head. In the army, discipline is always the first. Everything is the same. It really opened his eyes.

In the chat, Zhao Zilong learned from the cooking monitor that only a hundred people from hongsanlian came to the canteen for dinner. Eight people at a table, eight dishes and one soup at noon, four dishes and one soup in the morning and evening, and several staple foods.

When the cook squad leader joined the army, he was selected into the special forces because of his good physical fitness.

But in the special forces, the high-intensity training made him a little unbearable.

He wanted to back out, but he was afraid of being laughed at. Just when he hesitated, there was a shortage of people in the company's cooking class. Before he became a soldier, he happened to be a kitchen helper for a year, and he had some small skills in cooking.

So, after careful consideration, he finally applied to join the cooking class.

Because he was flexible and good at flattering, he not only got along well in the company, but also held the thigh of the battalion commander. Later, after he succeeded in taking over the position of the monitor of cooking, he developed completely by relying on his power.

Seeing that Zhao Zilong was invited by company commander Peng, he naturally did not dare to neglect him. When Zhao Zilong got to know the situation here, he said everything he knew, and he flattered him a little.

Zhao Zilong felt very comfortable working with such a sensible person as the monitor of cooking.

After analyzing the diet structure of hongsanlian, Zhao Zilong concluded that the dishes of the cooking class were not updated enough, and the soldiers were tired of eating the same dishes for years, so they lost their appetite.

The chef monitor wanted to update the menu, but he gave up every time because of his lack of ability.

After finding out the symptoms, Zhao Zilong decided to make a new recipe. He gave up the two old home recipes of the cooking class and picked out eight completely different dishes from his memory.

There are four kinds of vegetables and four kinds of meat in the eight dishes. The vegetables are steamed egg, cold celery, stir fried fungus and braised bamboo shoots. The meat dish is Huaji, ancient meat, jinzhenrouhua and Tianhu vinegar fish.

These eight dishes not only match meat and vegetables, but also give consideration to the appetites of different groups. Among them, there are not only the old meat and Tianhu vinegar fish that southerners like to eat, but also the Huaji and jinzhenrouhua that northerners like to eat.

In the cookbook of the cooking class, there are only some home-made dishes, such as shredded pork with hot pepper, shredded pork with fish flavor, which are greasy to listen to, and the flavor is also biased towards the north. Compared with Zhao Zilong's new recipe, it's just dregs."Brother Zhao has so much experience that he can cook both southern and Northern dishes at the same time. I really admire him." The monitor of cooking took the menu from Zhao Zilong and said with a smile.

"Well, it sounds scary. Let's wait until it's done."

"He looks like a rich man. He can cook whatever he wants."

"That's right. Our soldiers in Hongsan company have a bad appetite. If they don't cook well, they won't be ridiculed. If they are repaired by those pricks in the company, they will be embarrassed."

The head of the cooking squad is very smooth, but the three soldiers under his hand are all sneering.

"What are you talking about here? Why don't you go shopping?"

The head of the cooking team kicked it, and then they went to prepare the dishes obediently.

"Brother Zhao, don't be angry. These three guys are just like Qiu. Their little mouths are like machine guns. I've kicked them because of this." The monitor of the cookery said flatteringly.

After hearing this, Zhao Zilong just gave a strange smile and didn't say much.

When all the ingredients on the menu were ready and confirmed by Zhao Zilong, the three kitchen assistants began to wash and cut vegetables there. Only after seeing their fierce Dao Gong, Zhao Zilong frowned.

They call that Dao Gong. It really takes courage.

Cutting vegetables was originally a delicate job, but they cut vegetables more fiercely than chopping people.

When a bamboo shoot was cut, they didn't even need thirty knives. The silk was as thick as his thigh, even uneven in thickness and length. Zhao Zilong felt that there were 10000 grass mud horses whistling by.

It can be seen that these chefs selected from the soldiers are totally lack of professional training.

"Handsome boy, can't I cut well?"

Xiong Kun saw Zhao Zilong frown, some tone is not good.

"It's really rough. This bamboo shoot should be cut about 43 times normally, but you only cut 28 times, which will affect the taste." Zhao Zilong sipped his mouth and said slowly.

"Don't talk nonsense. You have the guts to cut this bamboo shoot into flowers."

After hearing this, Xiong Kun threw down his kitchen knife and yelled at Zhao Zilong.

It's also the first time that the head of the cooking team has heard about the number of knives in cutting vegetables. He opens his mouth to stop Xiong Kun's outburst. But after thinking about it, he didn't say anything, because he also wanted to be called Zhao Zilong's weight.

There are four people in the cooking class. The squad leader depends on his good relationship with the battalion commander. He embezzles the food money and fills his own pocket. No matter how good the food is. And the three kitchen assistants, who are not enterprising and have no intention to work, are full of complaints.

The three kitchen assistants are all recruits. They are upright and reckless.

As members of the special forces, they can only do this boring and cheap work in the kitchen. They are deeply ashamed. They talk to friends and family on the phone, and they don't want to talk about their work.

Originally, they had a good idea of being a soldier, but when they entered the army, or even were selected into the special forces, instead of making achievements as expected, they were arranged to cook in the cooking class.

At home, they are all masters who don't give away bowls. When they come to the army, they have to wait on more than 100 people's food. It's not enough to suffer every day, but also to suffer from blindness. Where is the military life they want?

If you don't like your job, you will feel unhappy. If you feel unhappy, you will want to vent your anger.

The four members of the cooking class are generally recognized as the worst among the No. 100 members of the red company.

They can't beat anyone, so they can only vent their anger with the ingredients. Every time they cut vegetables, they would make a big knife and chop the chopping board as if the potato and radish were their enemies.

At this time, the little white face was ordered to teach them, so that they found a way to vent.

"I can't cut out flowers, but I can cut out shapes that are more suitable for cooking." In the face of Xiong Kun's provocation, Zhao Zilong didn't get angry. Instead, he took the kitchen knife and cut it casually.

His action seems light, but the speed of cutting vegetables is very fast.

With a slight sound of seizing, strands of delicious bamboo shoots rolled behind the knife like a naked snow-white woman. Those bamboo shoots are uniform in thickness, each half a millimeter long and half a millimeter wide, which can be called beautiful.

After that bamboo shoot was cut, not more, not less, just 43 knives!

Looking at the smooth bamboo shoots, the four members of the cooking class were stunned.

They never dreamed that the smooth bamboo shoots could be cut into such fine strips. What's more, the shredder is just like this bamboo shoot, which is crystal clear and beautiful!

"Good Dao Gong, brother Zhao is the talent that company commander Peng likes." Seeing this, the monitor of the cooking team praised him without stint: "with your guidance, I believe the cooking level of our cooking team will be improved."

"Well, no matter how well you slice it, you have to fry it well. It's just like a gentle little white face who can't hold on for ten seconds in bed. It's useless." Xiong Kun exclaimed unconvinced.

"It's better to make face with Dao than with gunshot. This metaphor is very vivid." Hearing the speech, Zhao Zilong finally could not help saying: "but handsome men are not necessarily short-lived, and muscular men are not necessarily long-lasting..."Seeing Zhao Zilong and Xiong kunmao, the others could not help showing their expectation.