The spicy teacher of the halberd

Chang Wei looked at the mustache Lu Zhi on the opposite side with interest, and the movements on his hands kept stopping, which was already a blind cut, but no one saw it, and he didn’t care, which was just practice for him.

And the butler Shen in the corner came in shortly after Chang Wei came in with that small piece of pickle pimples, and he couldn’t stop at all, until Chef Lu Zhi showed a hand of egg stunts.

After Chang Wei finished cutting, he put the small pickle strips into a small plate, put the plastic wrap into the crisper cabinet, and then took the ordinary chef to the place where the grain was stored.

Qijia didn’t know what Chang Wei planned to do at all, and knew that he should communicate with this guy first, at least he had to talk about his views on the general manager’s condition, if it weren’t for the delay this morning…

Thinking of this, Qijia gritted her teeth, looking at Chang Wei who was leisurely swaying, and a dark cloud gradually covered her heart: “You are doing something seriously!” ”

And after Chang Wei came out of the grain storage room, he actually went to pan rice and boil porridge, ordinary white rice porridge, ordinary green taro, the only thing that is not ordinary is expensive Chinese goji berries, but in the eyes of Madame, it is still ordinary goods….

Chang Wei cut the green potato into beautiful hexagonal shapes, cooked it with white rice, and then left it alone.

More than an hour had passed since Lu Zhi had collected the pots and pans, and used all kinds of dizzying means to pack up all kinds of ingredients, and Madame and Steward Shen had already moved to the internal stove with the mustache Lu Zhi.

The mustachioed Lu Zhi prepared a stack of peanut rice and was heating the oil.

Qijia was still anxiously waiting for Chang Wei outside.

“You’re really not going to make something decent?”

Chang Wei brought out the fermented corn dough and skillfully kneaded it on the panel: “This is it!” ”

He had an aunt-like kind smile on his face, as if he had found the true meaning of happiness in it….

Chika was overwhelmed.

Chang Wei did not use a mold, used the back of a knife to trim the dough into several long cubes, pressed a few red dates on it, sprinkled a pinch of sesame seeds, and then put it in the steamer.

Qi Jia came back to Madame’s side, the expectations in her heart were sinking little by little, in her imagination, Chang Wei, the chef who returned from overseas, should use all kinds of bizarre Qi Men cuisine, Shanghai toast and the like to reawaken the appetite of the general manager and get everyone’s respect.

Qijia was even prepared to go to great lengths to find some strange medicinal herbs such as poisonous toads and centipedes for Chang Wei, instead of watching Chang Wei like a housewife here, making noodles, cooking porridge, and not even planning to stir-fry one….

The lady next to her and butler Shen ignored the depressed Qijia, and they were looking at Chef Lu Zhi intently.

When a person spends decades of energy studying something, the feeling that practice makes perfect has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, which will give ordinary people an inexplicable charm and a strange sense of rhythm brought by the integrated control.

Lu Zhi shook the mustache on his lips, shaking the pot, and under the constant rhythm, it seemed as if the pot was not moving, and the dishes danced in it, and the smell of burnt fragrance began to permeate the air.

On the small cart platform next to the stove, all kinds of peppercorns, dried peppers, green onions and cooking wine prepared by Chef Lui Che are all arranged in small stainless steel bowls.

Chef Lu Zhi looked frenzied, Madame and Steward Shen looked amazed, and even Qijia, who was sad and sad, was not attracted by the rhythm.

The stove roared, the oil flowers rattled, the iron spoon rubbed against the bottom of the pan, and the crisp sound of tapping the edge of the bowl intermittently, and the grunting sound of the stainless steel bowl returning to the right under inertia.

Chang Wei walked into the kitchen, and what he saw in his eyes was such a picture, and what he heard was like a different kind of symphony.

Chang Wei, who no one cared about, silently walked to his pot, stirred his white rice porridge, and turned the heat even smaller.

Steward Shen saw Chef Lu Zhi pouring the cooked peanut rice beside him into the pot, thinking that it was almost the end.

“Madam! This is the first time you’ve seen a chef doing this! ”

“That’s right!” Madame looked in the direction of Lu Zhi with satisfaction.

“Haha! This unique ‘playing’ has only appeared three times at Chef Lui Che’s peak, and is an expression of the ultimate grasp of various fires and dishes, and this technique was first introduced decades ago by the master of the ‘Root of Life’. ”

“Oh?” Madame showed a look of interest and surprise.

Steward Shen smiled proudly and continued: “This is also the biggest proof that Chef Lu Zhi claims to be the heir of the ‘Root of Life’, and it also proves that Chef Lui Zhi has put the greatest sincerity into this dish, because this kind of ‘sonata’ can only be barely achieved when he is at the peak of his state.” ”

Madame nodded seriously, this beetroot Lu Zhiguo is really a celebrity chef, worthy of the price that Butler Shen paid for it, as for Chang Wei, if he didn’t want to, just go back and leave.

Thinking of this, Madame sighed secretly, she has not been in society, now she has been comfortable for many years, in the end she is still naïve, the shadow of the tree of human life, nothing more.

Chang Wei did not know that he had lost his place in the hearts of several people, he turned off the rice porridge, quietly smothered for a while, took out the steamed corn cake and cut it into diamond-shaped segments with a knife, found a snow-white ordinary plate and loaded it back to the side of the side table.

On the other hand, Chef Lui Che put in the final water starch and finished the thickening, without a trace of soup.

Qijia’s heart has completely sunk to the bottom, and she has no hope.

There is no doubt that chefs are more about cooking! As a result, the chef made a traditional famous dish, and you Changwei actually didn’t make a dish, and got a pot of staple food out! You think the two of you are working together here? Do you still have to shake hands?

Ji is always a reliable person! Qijia endured the sad feeling and tried to calm down, maybe it was really her side that made a mistake, count me unlucky, let that damn Shen butler go proudly….

Chang Wei and Lu Zhi returned to the side dishes room one after another, each fiddling with their own dishes.

The rich aroma has already permeated everywhere, making people feel refreshed.

In contrast, Chang Wei did not use any complicated cooking techniques, but only used the method of steaming to stimulate the simple aroma of the food itself.

Under the superb cooking technology, the complex Kung Pao chicken has long covered up the aroma of corn cakes and porridge, and the seductive fresh aroma wantonly tempts everyone’s appetite.

Chang Wei arranged his diamond-shaped corn cake in a centripetal circle pattern on a snow-white plate, with a red and white Xia Jin flower in the middle, a golden and fluffy corn cake, with black sesame seeds and red dates on top, plus a small flower in the middle, the overall look looks like a blooming daisy.

Chef Lui Che’s Kung Pao chicken is bright in color, and all the soup is absorbed by water starch and wrapped in the IQ of peanut meat pieces, forming a unique swirling color from shallow to deep, as if to firmly grasp people’s minds, and finally sprinkled in the middle of a little emerald green coriander, people can’t wait to taste it.

After Chang Wei put together the plate, he returned to the dessert room and didn’t know what kind of drink he came out and put it in the porridge

Steward Shen sneered, “Even if you come up with some family heirloom recipe now, you will inevitably lose in front of Master Lu Zhi.” ”

Chang Wei took out the small plate of pickles and served a bowl of millet porridge, the snow-white porridge with a few taro shapes protruding, and two particularly cute goji berries in the middle.

Madame, Qijia, Steward Shen, and the three chefs in the kitchen stood in front of the side table.

On the opposite side, on one side is the clear porridge side dish corn cake, and Chang Wei with a strange and satisfied look; On the other side is Kung Pao chicken, which is full of color and pleasant smell, and Beetroot Lu Zhi, who looks tired but remains proud.

Because Madame decided to taste it first, this proposal was unanimously approved by everyone, because everyone couldn’t wait to taste the taste of Kung Pao chicken.

In particular, the three chefs inside the kitchen already hated Lu Zhi’s admiration.

So in addition to the large plate of the two chefs, there was an additional small plate, and Chang Wei put a few pieces of corn cakes cut into fingers, but everyone obviously did not come to taste it.

Only Qijia came over, looked at Chang Wei with complicated eyes for a while, Chang Wei smiled at her, and she tasted a piece and walked away silently, and as soon as she turned around, tears crossed her cheeks unexpectedly.

The rest of the people gathered around the Kung Pao Chicken Ding, listening to the chef’s comment: “Master Lu Zhi is worthy of everyone, this Kung Pao Chicken Ding not only retains the refreshing spiciness of the Sichuan family, but also combines the tender taste of the Lu cuisine version of the hot stir-fry…” Steward Shen also echoed a few words from time to time, which attracted everyone’s admiration.

Finally, the three chefs came to try the tortilla, commenting that the taste was ordinary and even rough, and they quickly lost interest.

This is the reason why Chang Wei deliberately reduced the proportion of flour at the beginning, and Chang Wei did not care.

And Madame and Butler Shen never came.

After the three chefs returned to Madame, Madame said to the head chef among them: “Send this Kung Pao chicken to the general manager!” ”

After that, Mrs. Ning looked at Chang Wei with a frown, thinking that she and the children in the family did not like the rough taste of corn flour, let alone the sticky taste of polenta, so they had never served corn food on their own table.

“As for this white rice porridge, bring it too, and forget about the corn cake!”

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