Back to the Red Age

Chapter 8 Enter Fengze Garden again and become a disciple
"Is this fried cabbage? Boiled cabbage is almost the same."

"Is this knifeman here to chop pigweed?"

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Zhang Weiyong and Lin Guodong, as the chief referees of this exam, are trying the dishes.

Of course, a competition involving 500 people requires results within such a short period of time. Even if Zhang Weiyong and Lin Guodong were split into eight petals, it would not be enough, so Fengzeyuan divided these test takers into twenty groups. Each group will be selected by the staff of Fengze Garden first, and the appearance, taste, and knife skills of those dishes will be screened out. Then these selected dishes will go to the second chefs of Fengze Garden. inside.

Don't underestimate the second chef. Fengzeyuan is at its peak now. Those who can be the second chef here have some real skills, and two of them are fourth-level chefs.

Cai Yong had been staring at Qin Ming. His junior brother mentioned a cooking genius who was extremely talented and asked him to take care of him, so he immediately came to Qin Ming's group.

"After all, junior brother picked out the seedlings. I will taste his first later. If the taste is good, I will send it directly to the two chefs."

Here is a little cleverness. After all, the only ingredients are potatoes and cabbage. Even if these people play tricks, what matters in the end is the taste. And with so many dishes, even if Zhang Weiyong and Lin Guodong only taste a small bite of each dish, they will still taste more. It’s greasy, so the order of serving is very important.

"Hiss... these shredded potatoes are almost as good as Lao Xu's."

Cai Yong was slightly surprised when he saw the dishes, and then he couldn't wait to use his chopsticks.

The knife skills are good, but I don’t know how it tastes.

"Click"

The crispy, tender and refreshing potato shreds bloomed on Cai Yong's tongue.

After cooking for many years, he was conquered by a dish of shredded potatoes.

Cai Yong's eyes couldn't help but drift to a few young figures in the field. If nothing else happened, this dish would hit the descendants of those masters to pieces.

"Master Zhang, Master Lin, I have a very good dish here."

Cai Yong did not ask the staff to help, but brought the dishes himself, which surprised both Zhang Weiyong and Lin Guodong.

There are many descendants of chefs here today, including younger generations of famous chefs from other restaurants. When there are many people, there are many things to do. Some people secretly give benefits to the second chef just to deliver the dishes in advance. This kind of thing is very complicated. Lin and the two knew it well, but they didn't expect that Cai Yong, who had always been honest, would actually be involved in such a thing. Moreover, while others only asked the waiter to deliver the food, Cai Yong came over in person. It seems that this time he There's no shortage of money to be made.

"Master Cai, you are serious." Zhang Weiyong was very shameless at such behavior and sarcastically said, but Lin Guodong smiled at Cai Yong and kept the food.

"The shredded potatoes are very good. I don't know which family has such a good knife skills."

Zhang Weiyong also saw it, and he immediately compared himself with the most talented boy in his family, and then felt a little depressed.

"Let's take a look first."

Cai Yong here has already gone back to continue tasting, and Zhang Weiyong and Lin Guodong also picked up chopsticks.

"Good knife skills don't necessarily mean good taste. Today, all young people here are under the age of 18. At their age, it's already very good to be good at knife skills. You don't have to count on the ratio of heat and seasoning."

Lin Guodong smiled and said nothing, but picked up a piece of shredded potato.

After a while, he put down his chopsticks, then picked up the small wooden sign on the menu plate and placed it in his hand.

"Huh? Just keep it?"

Zhang Weiyong looked suspicious and was about to stretch out his chopsticks, but Lin Guodong took it away again, "Master Zhang, I advise you not to stretch your hands. There is nothing famous in this dish."

If it's not a famous person, then it's just from the streets. Zhang Weiyong didn't dare to be interested at all. However, he and Lin Guodong have been fighting for a lifetime. How could he be persuaded by the other party like this? "Since you are not a famous person, why do you need to stay?"

Although he used honorifics in his mouth, the tit-for-tat in his words did not miss the mark at all.

"You don't understand this. I don't have an outstanding player here. You already have Master Xu. Let's leave this to our team."

Zhang Weiyong and Lin Guodong, one is good at Shandong cuisine and the other is good at Sichuan cuisine. Neither of them was convinced by the other, so they each brought a group of people to compete in the ring in the garden. The two competed with each other. The dishes in Fengze Garden continued to innovate, and the business became better and better, so Li Jianguo also supports this matter.

"It's okay to leave it to you. You have to leave it to me to cook this month's main dish."

Lin Guodong's face darkened, "Zhang Weiyong, don't go too far."

"Otherwise we will compete fairly, but this kid can't enter." Zhang Weiyong looked indifferent, "What do you think, Master Lin?" Anyway, there are many masters in their group, and it doesn't matter how many people there are, but if Lin Guodong is provoked by him, If they hand over the right to the main course, their Shandong cuisine will become famous.

"Despicable, Mr. Lin is just afraid of you." Because he was angry, Lin Guodong didn't even use honorifics, "Manager Li, I have already picked someone, and I will not participate in the next food tasting."

"This old boy is finally gone. I have to carefully select the remaining descendants of famous people."

"This old boy took the bait. You are still too young to fight with me."

The two Fengzeyuan chefs were secretly disapproving each other. One continued to taste the food, while the other took a wooden sign to find someone.

"Are you Qin Ming? I am Lin Guodong from Fengze Garden. From today on, you will be with me."

It's actually Lin Guodong?

Qin Ming was a little surprised. He originally thought that the person who selected him was Zhang Weiyong. After all, his seasoning today was more towards the Lu style. But since he was selected by Lin Guodong, he did not dislike it. In later generations, Sichuan cuisine will be popular all over the country.

"Okay, Master Lin." Qin Ming nodded obediently and followed Lin Guodong into Fengze Garden.

The back kitchen of Fengzeyuan is very large, divided into two parts, and it feels a bit like a canteen in a large factory.

"Xiao Qin, what I am good at is Sichuan cuisine. I think you are very popular. In this way, we won't have to do anything elaborate. How about you just become my teacher?"

As soon as Lin Guodong said these words, everyone following them was stunned.

Lin Guodong, although he has a bit of a weird temper, his craftsmanship is pretty good. Of course, because of his weird temper, he is the most tormenting cook in the entire industry. If you want to become a disciple of him, you have to go through at least three years of torture. After the inspection, only those who can pass his assessment will be admitted to his sect. But now, Lin Guodong actually took the initiative to accept a young man he had just met, which made several of Lin Guodong's disciples who had not yet started to look at him with suspicion.

What ability does this young man have that he skipped Lin Guodong's inspection and went directly to their school?

"Ah," Qin Ming was also a little surprised. Although he now has skilled cooking skills, he knew that there were many people with skills like his in Sijiu City. Those who had learned cooking since childhood were even better than him. Of course, Qin Ming does not think that he is inferior to others. After all, compared with others, he has only practiced for a few days. As long as he is given time, he can be a first-level chef.

But only he knows this, so why would a third-level chef like Lin Guodong accept him as his apprentice?

This young man is good at cooking, but he is a bit silly, but it is better to be silly. Such a person has no other thoughts and concentrates on practicing cooking. Lin Guodong was very satisfied with Qin Ming's performance, "Go and get me a cup of tea."

The transition from accepting apprentices to pouring tea was too fast, but Qin Ming didn't think much about it. Seeing a teapot nearby, he poured a cup directly, "Master Lin, you have tea."

"Okay, okay! Since you are so sincere and insist on becoming the old man's disciple, then Lin will reluctantly accept you as his disciple."

Lin Guodong laughed and drank the tea in one gulp, then turned back and waved to several disciples, "Come, let's get to know each other. This is your fourth senior brother Zhou Yi, and your fifth senior brother Liu Hai. You are ranked sixth, so let's call you Xiao Liu. "

"Xiao Si, Xiao Wu, you Sixth Junior Brother have just started. From now on, you two as senior brothers must take good care of Xiao Liu."

"Xiao Liu, there are three senior brothers above you. Since they have already left the army, they are not here. I will introduce you to them when I have the opportunity."

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Outside Fengze Garden, Zhang Weiyong also chose his favorite disciple.

He Ming, the successor of Tan Family Cuisine, is better than Lin Guodong randomly choosing an unknown little guy just for a trick.

"Come on, follow me to the other side for a stroll."

This month's main dishes are all his, and he has also recruited famous disciples, but he is not allowed to show off in front of Lin Guodong.

As soon as he came in, he heard that Lin Guodong was recruiting disciples.

"You just accepted a disciple when you first came here? Wasn't this Qin Ming brought here by Guo Dali from the countryside? Then when did Guo Dali have such a great reputation?" Zhang Weiyong's apprentice looked puzzled, but Zhang Weiyong felt that something was wrong, "You go and take care of him. Bring me the food cooked by that boy."

"I'll go." A disciple hurriedly went out, but after a while he came in empty-handed with an embarrassed look on his face, "Master, that man's food is gone."

"It's gone? Could it be that it was eaten by someone? It's impossible. It must be Lin Guodong's fault." Zhang Weiyong immediately paced around in discomfort. Based on his understanding of Lin Guodong, what happened today was weird.

"If you do this, call Cai Yong over and tell him that I'll ask him to chat."

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(End of this chapter)