Longing for Life: I'm Not Interested in Money

"Brother Ming, can the same ingredients and the same cooking method be able to make this taste?"

Before Lu Ming could answer, Peng Yuchang spoke up.

"how is this possible?"

Seeing the unkind eyes from his sister, Peng Yuchang explained embarrassingly: "The reason why top chefs can make dishes that taste particularly good is of course inseparable from the freshness of the ingredients, but the most important thing is the chef's own skills. !"

He touched his chin and continued: "For example, the control of the seasoning of a dish and the control of the heat are all knowledge."

"Am I right, Brother Ming?"

Lu Ming smiled and nodded.

"Peng Peng has done research on cooking, and what he said is basically okay. Everyone can cook and cook, but the taste is completely different. There is a deep knowledge in it."

Seeing Lu Ming compliment Peng Yuchang, Zhang Zifeng pouted.

"The reason why Peng Peng is so clear is because he ate too much, and his body has been out of shape in the past two years!"

Peng Yuchang breathed for a while, and said speechlessly, "Hey, hey, you're a personal attack, it's too much!"

......

The sun is setting, and night is gradually falling.

The crew set up several fluorescent lamps in the yard of the mushroom house, and the live broadcast cameras also turned to the bamboo pavilion in the center of the yard.

The pavilion is not big, only five or six square meters in size, with a long table made of bamboo in the middle.There are several futons on either side of the long table.

Under the arrangement of the on-site director Lao Wang, the cameraman put the high-power focusing lens on the table.

At this time, the table has long been filled with various dishes.

Boiled cabbage, soybean pig feet, lion head, dry stir-fried pork...

Each dish is full of flavors and aromas, which makes people's index fingers move.

At this moment, the audience watching the live broadcast is almost ready to eat.

They looked at the dishes in the camera, and the halazi was about to drip onto the screen!

"No wonder they say "Longing" is a variety show after dinner, and netizens don't deceive me!"

"Wuwuwu, seeing the dishes in the camera, and then looking at the dishes I ate, it's like a sky and an underground!"

"You are okay upstairs, you are still on the ground, and I, the instant noodle eater, are already at the bottom of the sea!"

"..."

Since Lu Ming was responsible for cooking and cooking, the others went to the room to catch up before the meal.

Especially artists like He Jiong and Peng Yuchang who are busy [-] days a year.

After waking up from sleep, everyone was hooked by the tangy vegetable fragrance.

"Are you going to have dinner? Brother Ming?"

The sleepiness on Peng Yuchang's face was swept away, replaced by a look of excitement.

He Jiong and Huang Lei also rubbed their hands and walked to the table in the pavilion, looking at the dishes on the table.

"Tsk tsk, I underestimated Xiao Lu. He is not only a professional, but also the kind with more strength in the profession! Anyway, Huang Lei, I am ashamed of myself.".

Chapter 20

"Mr. Huang, don't say that, your cooking is also great. Although... it's a little bit different from Xiao Lu, hahaha!"

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He Jiong teased.

Huang Lei pretended to be angry: "Old He, don't you want to go to my house for a meal?"

He Jiong hurriedly begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong, Mr. Huang, you are great too."

"Peng Peng, come and help me get some bamboo rice!"

Lu Ming's voice came from the kitchen.

Peng Yuchang couldn't sit still for a long time, and quickly got up and ran towards the kitchen.

"Brother, here I come!"

Zhang Zifeng, Xia Xue and Long Yingying looked at each other.

They said in unison, "Let's help too!"

At this time, Xiao Zhan also stood up.

He Jiong asked curiously, "Are you going to help too?"

Xiao Zhan said proudly: "Of course not, I also made a bamboo tube rice, just took it out for everyone to taste."

He saw the expressions of everyone who tasted the soup before.

If the bamboo tube rice tastes good this time, maybe I can set up a 'cooking beauty boy' character.

But when he walked to the kitchen full of confidence to get his bamboo rice.

But I found that the bamboo rice I made had been scorched by the fire in the stove!

"what's going on?!"

Xiao Zhan angrily took the bamboo rice into the yard and spread it out on the ground.

He looked at Lu Ming badly!

It must be this guy who deliberately sabotages me!

Then, he glanced at the intact bamboo rice on the table...

This time, he was even more sure that Lu Ming was doing something!

"Cough, your bamboo rice is burnt, you can't eat it."

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Huang Lei said.

Xiao Zhan said coldly: "I know I can't eat it, and I don't plan to eat it. I just want to know why my bamboo rice has become like this, but Lu Ming's bamboo rice is fine?"

Listening to Xiao Zhan's words with a gun and a stick.

He Jiong and the others could not help frowning.

Then, they all looked at Lu Ming.

But Lu Ming said indifferently: "His own problem."

Hearing this, Xiao Zhan's anger suddenly rose.

Even in the barrage, Xiao Zhan's fans were provoked anger!

"Hey! What's this called? Everyone is the same batch of bamboo. Is there something wrong with my brother Dou's bamboo?"

"I think it's the one surnamed Lu who is sabotaging!"

"Yes, I think so too!"

"..."

Xiao Zhan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

After all, at the moment of live broadcast, you have to pay attention to your own image.

He looked at Lu Ming without a smile, and said word by word.

"Then Chef Lu, let's talk about it, what's wrong with me? I, someone Xiao, are all ears!"

Lu Ming glanced at him like an idiot.

"Have you been to junior high school?"

Xiao Zhan: "???"

What does this thing have to do with whether I read junior high school?

"Please don't get off topic."

Lu Ming sighed: "Since you have studied in junior high school, you should have studied junior high school chemistry, right?"

He stood up, picked up a branch and fiddled with the black bamboo rice on the ground.

"In junior high school chemistry, the temperature of flames was taught."

"The flame is divided into outer flame, inner flame and flame core."

"Among the three, the outer flame has the highest temperature, generally emits yellow light with high brightness, and the material is fully burned here, so the light is stronger. The temperature of the inner flame is second, generally blue, and the material is fully burned, but it is more intense than the outer flame. Slightly weaker. The temperature of the flame core is the lowest, and the substance burns here without emitting light, and it is not completely burned."

What Lu Ming said was called orderly.

Even a fool could hear it now.

Huang Lei looked at Xiao Zhan with a weird expression: "Your bamboo rice...isn't it on the outer flame of the fire?"

Xiao Zhan's forehead was dripping with cold sweat.