self-improvement as a cook

Chapter 44

As long as someone is involved in the kitchen business, who doesn't know who Mr. Zheng is.Although Han Zizhang is now the head of the imperial kitchen, after all, it has only been five years. Mr. Zheng has been in the imperial dining room for nearly 20 years.

Even if he lost to Han Zizhang in the royal chef competition five years ago, the old man's reputation for half his life lay ahead.

As we all know, the old man has just taken in two apprentices, Gao Deming and Zhao Yongfeng, despite his young age, he is considered a well-known figure in the kitchen industry. How could he ever think of another little girl? How is this possible?

Liu Cheng of Yanhetang was the first to jump out: "I said old money, you can't talk nonsense. No one in the world knows that Mr. Zheng accepted two apprentices, and when another one will come, not to mention, just rely on It would be far-fetched to say that a whole chicken is a direct disciple of the old man."

Qian Hong didn't talk nonsense with him, this man was a veritable villain, Yan Hetang fell into his hands, and he had already plummeted, he didn't think about doing a good job in the business, how could he try to curry favor with the imperial chef all day long? Tang has no way out, anyway, it is also a time-honored brand in Qizhou Prefecture, which is really a pity.

Looking around, except for his old buddy Feng Ji from Huiquan Pavilion, no one believed it. Most of them were surprised for a moment, and they all thought it was funny. Qian Hong shook his head secretly, these people really have no eyesight.

However, this girl is really shocking, how old is she, not to mention anything else, how could a little girl of sixteen or seventeen be able to do this blindfolded skill, but she just took it out Well, there is no doubt that this game won.

Mr. Mei chuckled twice, and glanced at Liang Zisheng: "This first round of competition is over, Mr. Liang, please say something, is it the chef from the Northern faction who won, or me, Fuchunju?"

Liang Zisheng's face was uncertain, and he said to himself, the old guy is really unkind, but he could only smirk: "The chef you found is really amazing. Zisheng has seen it. Although the first round took the same time, But this girl is blindfolded, so naturally Fuchun Jusheng is the winner."

As soon as Liang Zisheng finished speaking, he heard a burst of cheers, the sound was so loud that it was almost deafening, as if there were hundreds of mouths, and he was shocked.

The place Mr. Mei chose was the atrium where Fuchunju had just entered the door. Fuchunju opened its doors on the first day today, but there were no guests. However, I don’t know who spread the news. All the believers came running.

In the past few years in Yanzhou Mansion, he was bullied by cooks from the northern faction, and his job was about to be ruined. The breath in his heart had been suffocated for several years, and he was almost suffocated. The challenge of the eight restaurants in Yanzhou is not only a challenge for them, but also a life-and-death battle between the cooks from the north and the south. Whether the rice bowl of the year can be held or not is related to whether the whole family will go hungry or not. This is the most practical.

Not for this, there is a colleague from the Southern faction who came out to compete with the Northern faction. They can't help anything else, at least they have to stand up and cheer, let the Northern faction cooks in Yanzhou know that even if they are run on a lot, they will change it. All right, pick up the kitchen knife now, and it's still a cook from the Southern School.

Fuchunju originally sold southern cuisine, and it is equivalent to the stronghold of southern cooks in Yanzhou Prefecture, and it is also a restaurant that still employs southern cooks.

Gao Bingyi, the top chef, seems to have become the head of the cooks of Yanzhou Funan faction. Naturally, he will not stop these people. Instead, he will open the door for convenience. Those who can enter the courtyard will come in, and those who cannot enter will stand at the door. Outside, on the corridors on both sides, and even on the walls, there are tall and thick men everywhere, almost all of them are cooks from the Southern School.

Those who couldn't get in stood on the riverside outside, and asked anxiously for a while, "What's wrong, what are you waiting for? Everyone is more nervous than going to the competition.

First of all, I heard that the chef of Fuchunju is a beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen. These people were immediately discouraged, and then they heard that the first round was compared with the young owner of Jufenglou, and they were even more desperate. But Jufenglou's ability to watch the house, compared with others, can win, so hell, but I won unexpectedly.

The eyes of those who saw the process lit up and sighed, while those who didn’t saw it were busy listening. In such a late autumn day, they were sweating all over their foreheads. The more it spreads, the more evil it becomes.

Afterwards, An Ran accidentally heard someone mention the north-south competition in Qizhou Mansion, but she also listened with gusto. She thought it was a fantasy story, but finally realized that it was about herself, so she couldn't help laughing. Where is the cook, he is clearly a martial arts master picking leaves and flying flowers, and the flesh and blood of a chicken are separated when he raises his hand.

This is something to say later, let's just say that now, Liang Zisheng was startled by the big commotion, and when he looked over, he realized that there were people watching the excitement everywhere, so he couldn't help frowning: "Where are all these people coming from?"

Mr. Mei glanced at him: "These are cooks from the Southern School in Yanzhou Mansion. Mr. Liang has sent a message that the eight major restaurants are not allowed to hire cooks from the Southern School. They have no business to do, so they are not allowed to come and watch the excitement."

Liang Zisheng's face changed slightly: "Sir, you are joking, this kitchen business is not my official business, so how can you meddle in such nosy business?"

Mr. Mei nodded: "It turns out that Mr. Liang also knows that it's nostalgia. Seeing Mr. Liang's tossing around in Jizhou Mansion, I thought it was a serious matter."

Liang Zisheng hurriedly said: "The lower officials are also very loyal. If they want to choose a cook with good skills, they must be recommended to go to Beijing after all. We can't lose the dignity of our Yanzhou government, right?"

Mr. Mei: "That's reasonable, but it's not just the cooks from the northern school who are good at this skill. Mr. Liang sees me as a cook from Fuchunju, but I'm a serious cook from the southern school. The first round of competition is the signboard of Jufenglou. Household dishes, they all won, and it’s still a comparison. Mr. Liang has to think about it carefully. If he loses in the next round, he will lose not only the face of the eight restaurants, but also the dignity of the cooks from the Northern School. Gone."

Liang Zisheng's face changed, and he looked at Liu Cheng. To be honest, after the first round, he was really at a loss. He lost in the first round, which he thought he would definitely win, so is there any more to come?Don't care what this girl's background is, just because of her blindfolded and boneless skills just now, her cooking skills can be imagined. If this girl is really a master, the northern cooks and her old face will be embarrassing today. Live here in Fuchun.

Probably aware of the prefect's concerns, Liu Cheng quietly came over and said in a low voice: "My lord, don't worry, this girl is so old, and she just won the game just because of luck. I guess she used her little housekeeping skills." Moreover, in the first round, Qian Shichen underestimated the enemy and insisted on letting this girl pick vegetables, which happened to fall into this girl's trick. In the next round, Zhao Laoliu was asked to play. It is difficult for others to catch up, let him play in the second round, and he will definitely win against this little girl."

One sentence really reminded Liang Zisheng, yes, how come I forgot Zhao Laoliu's unique skill, although this Zhao Laoliu's skill is not outstanding, but there is one thing, great strength, an iron pot in his hand can make flowers , which is also a major feature of the Northern School technique.

Northerners tend to be born with five big and three rough, not as delicate as southerners, and each has its own strengths in cooking techniques. It is difficult not to win the second round with one's own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses.

Thinking of this, he suddenly gained confidence, hehe smiled and glanced at An Ran: "The chef Mr. Mei hired is really good at knife skills. The next official just borrowed the girl's words, and there is always a beginning and an end. Liu Cheng asked Zhao Laoliu to come in."

After a while, Zhao Laoliu trotted in, and Liu Cheng said in a low voice: "Take care of your stinking mouth, you can't offend the few above today, our Northern faction will lose this first match, I'm just counting on you for the second round, and if you use all your housekeeping skills, I don't believe that you can lose to this girl in a comparison of strength."

Zhao Laoliu rolled up his sleeves and snorted: "Okay, I have to convince this little girl to lose." He pointed at An Ran: "You girl won the first round by chance, how dare you win the second round?" Comparing with me, Zhao Laoliu?"

An Ran raised her eyebrows: "Why don't you dare, please choose vegetables."

Zhao Laoliu chuckled twice: "You girl is really trustworthy, so I'm not too polite. Since this is Yanzhou Prefecture, it is naturally better than Beicai, how about a dish of fried winter melon with crab roe?"

As soon as Zhao Laoliu said this, everyone present understood. Gao Bingyi couldn't help frowning tightly. When Gouzi saw Uncle Master frown, he immediately became nervous and asked, "Will the master lose in this dish? Master just won't!" What about the young owner who won Jufeng Tower?"

Gao Bingyi looked at An Ran, and sighed slightly: "The comparison of this dish is not sophistication, let alone knife skills, but strength."

Gouzi was stunned: "Strength? Isn't it better than cooking? What kind of strength is it?"

"This steak is one of the famous cooking techniques of northern cuisine, and it is also the most difficult. Take this crab roe grilled winter melon as an example. The dish itself is not difficult. The difficulty lies in maintaining its shape. Afterwards, put it in the pot, and slowly add the prepared soup to taste."

Gouzi blinked: "It doesn't sound too difficult."

Gao Bingyi shook his head: "Naturally, the first step is not difficult, but the rare thing is that in the end, when the dish is out of the pot, the shape of the dish is not messy, and the soup is not spilled, so it can be considered a success. If you want to do this, you must turn the whole dish and soup upside down Turning over a few times in a row is the most difficult big turning spoon in the Northern School technique. In addition to the skill, you need to have strength. After all, the iron pot itself has weight, and the soup in the pot is even heavier. If you can't keep up with your strength, you will definitely not be able to turn over."

Gouzi took a deep breath: "According to Uncle Shi, isn't the master losing the second match? This Zhao Laoliu is really shameless. A man with a big arm and a round waist is actually competing with the master."

Gao Bingyi sighed: "Fortunately, we won the first round, so we lost this round, and there is still a third round. Even if the girl can't win the third round, Miss An has already given a sigh of relief for the southern cooks. It’s Bei Cai, even if they win, they won’t win by force, and if it spreads, it’s a joke in the kitchen industry.”

But Gouzi said: "I don't believe that Master can lose, Master is the most powerful in the world."

Even though he was nervous, Gao Bingyi couldn't help laughing after hearing Gouzi's words, and patted his head: "Yes, your master is the most powerful chef in the world, and he deserves his name."

Seeing Zhao Laoliu picking this dish, An Ran naturally knew what he was thinking, and couldn't help laughing: "Senior, you should have thought about it, this dish is not difficult for Bei Cuisine."

Zhao Laoliu chuckled twice, and looked at An Ran with frivolous eyes: "Compared to a little girl like you, if it is difficult, if you spread it, it will make people laugh. Lianyu."

There were boos all around, and Liang Zisheng laughed: "This Zhao Laoliu is a bitch, sir, don't be sorry, don't be sorry."

Mr. Mei was not annoyed: "Zhao Laoliu, what you said seems to be letting Fuchun live. I have lived to such an old age, but I still can't see others letting me go. Is this a competition? It's always fair. What do you say? This dish is not difficult, how about choosing your northern dish as the most difficult?"

After the old gentleman said a few words, Zhao Laoliu's face was embarrassed: "Well, since you have chosen it, what should you change, it is better than this crab roe grilled winter melon."

Mr. Mei sneered: "You are a naughty cook, it is obviously a dish that takes advantage of everything, and you still have to say it, but this is the first time I have seen you so thick-skinned, I have lived so long, anyone can I can see it."

Everyone around laughed, no matter how thick-skinned Zhao Laoliu was, he couldn't hold back when he was punctured in such a public place, his old face was so red that it was almost purple, he was so angry that he didn't dare to disrespect Mr Mei. His face darkened: "Originally this is Yanzhou Mansion, the root of Beicai. The challenge is naturally better than Beicai. Since the husband said that I have taken advantage of it, I, Zhao Laoliu, simply leave my old face here, little girl, today How about we set a life-and-death situation?"

As soon as he said that, the faces of the southern cooks around him changed, and Gao Bingyi's face turned pale. He knew that this must have been discussed at the beginning. Then he quit the kitchen business.

Miss An has such cooking skills at such an age, and she can imagine her future achievements, maybe she will surpass Mr. Zheng. If such a talent falls here, she will become a sinner of the Southern School, but at this time, It is absolutely impossible to stop it. We can only hope for a miracle, but this miracle... is really difficult.

Mr. Mei is not nervous now. He has seen An Ran's blindfolded and deboned skills, and he has no doubts in this girl's cooking skills. No matter how old man Zheng taught such a powerful apprentice, he did. He still doesn't believe that a dish of grilled wax gourd with crab roe can stump this girl.

This dish is compared to the cooking skills of big flipping spoons. As long as there are skills, there must be tricks, and it does not depend on great strength. This is a clever trick.

I have a good idea in my heart, and I am not too surprised by Zhao Laoliu's words. After all, Liang Zisheng brought people from the eight major restaurants to Fuchunju to smash the scene. A person doesn't need to bother so much, just find an excuse to seal the door, this Liang Zisheng is not a good bird.

But he also looked at An Ran: "What do you say, girl?"

An Ran's eyes flashed. Originally, Qian Shichen came out earlier. Although he was a little arrogant, his nature was not bad, but this Zhao Laoliu was not a thing. Just looking at his frivolous and wretched gaze made people feel extremely disgusted. , doing things so dishonestly, just like what Mr. Mei said, he obviously took advantage of everything, but he insisted on giving in to himself, what?

Such a person is simply a scum in the kitchen industry, and he is no better than the old grandson in Jizhou Mansion. Since this bastard is in a hurry to seek death, why should he be polite.

Thinking of this, he chuckled lightly: "What kind of life and death situation?"

Zhao Laoliu said gloomyly: "The rules in the kitchen business, the life and death situation is bigger than the sky, compared with the rice bowls that our cooks hold in their hands. Let's follow the rules of Zheng Chunyang of your Southern School and my master five years ago." For example, what if the loser breaks the hand holding the knife?"

When he mentioned the master, An Ran's face changed. If he didn't mention the master, maybe he could let him go. Since he dared to belittle the master, he would have to let this bastard fall to the bottom today. He glanced at Liang Zisheng above him: " There is no proof, since the magistrate and Mr. Mei are here, why don't you invite two witnesses to sign a life and death certificate, and just like what you said, the loser will kill himself, and the kitchen business will be cut off forever."

Even Zhao Laoliu suddenly felt a little uneasy. The girl's tone was too cold and cruel, which made him inexplicably afraid, but he suddenly remembered that this was a contest of strength, and he could still lose to this little girl, so he said: " You are looking for death yourself, but you can't blame me, so stand up immediately."

This girl was so determined to establish a life-and-death document, Liang Zisheng felt wrong, but he really didn't believe that a little girl like her could win.Speaking of this, I couldn't stop myself, so I called the master over, wrote a life and death document, and asked the two to sign it.

Zhao Laoliu went over first, pressed his fingerprints, looked at An Ran, An Ran walked over, looked at the ink pad next to him, thinking that Zhao Laoliu's dirty fingers had pressed it just now, his heart was extremely shivering.

After a moment of hesitation, Liu Cheng next to her thought she was afraid, and laughed a few times: "If the girl is afraid, it's too late to admit defeat now."

This sentence made several northern cooks around laugh.

An Ran took a look at him, this man is Yan Hetang's boss, he was born with squint eyes, people say that his eyes are squinted, he is not a good person.

An Ran was about to overcome her mentality and press her fingerprints, when suddenly a pen was handed over to her side, An Ran turned her head, it was Mei Da, she couldn't help smiling at him.

Liang Zisheng raised his eyebrows, and said to himself, is it possible that this girl has studied?

An Ran's handwriting was ordinary, but her signature was quite bluffing. It was specially designed by a professional hired by Lin Xing'er. The woman completely packaged herself as a celebrity, and even took advantage of herself.

The flamboyant writing of An Ran's two characters is quite strong, and even Mr. Mei couldn't help but praise: "Good writing." An Ran blushed, turned her head and handed the pen to Mei Da, but she saw Mei Da staring at herself in a daze In a daze, Mei Dacai took the pen and stood aside.

Liang Zisheng was somewhat confused about An Ran's details. Originally, this girl was so pretty and such a good cook, which made people amazed. I don't want to, and she has studied. Just writing these two words is not the same. After two years of hard work, where did this girl come from?
Thinking about it, he couldn't help saying: "The chef that Mister is looking for has always surprised Zisheng. I don't know where Mister found such a stunningly talented girl?"

Mr. Mei was also a little surprised. Although he knew from the girl's conversation that the girl was not illiterate, she did not expect to be able to write such a good handwriting.

Hearing Liang Zisheng's words, he couldn't help shaking his head: "This old man is just like Mr. Liang, but I don't know where this girl came from?"

Mr. Mei is telling the truth, but it sounds different to Liang Zisheng's ears. He said that the old fox is still hiding it, and he is holding back his treasure, but he laughed twice: "Mr. You just joked..."

Zhao Laoliu was dissatisfied with the girl's signing, so he attracted everyone's attention, and snorted: "It's not a test for talent, we are cooking, and writing is useful. If you really have the ability, let's go to the stove See the real chapter."

An Ran sneered, ignored him, and walked directly to a stove on the left, where Gao Bingyi was still lighting the fire.

Over there, Zhao Laoliu naturally knew Gao Bingyi, and seeing him like this, he couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Gao Bingyi, you have some reputation in Qizhou anyway, and you are not afraid of losing your old face if you light a fire for a little girl."

His purpose was to humiliate Gao Bingyi and annoy him, but Gao Bingyi was not fooled at all, and said with a look of great honor: "Being able to light a fire for Miss An is a good fortune cultivated in the next life, not because the girl insists on not accepting her." , I still want to worship the girl as my teacher."

Several cooks from the northern school around laughed, and the dog put his hips on his hips: "What are you laughing at? In the kitchen, it's not about age, it's about craftsmanship, not to mention anything else. Just now my master was blindfolded, who are you?" become?"

Those cooks that Gouzi said in a word all have red faces. Although seniority is ranked in the kitchen industry, in the end, it is based on craftsmanship. Good craftsmanship, young is also a chef.

Zhao Laoliu glanced at Gouzi: "You have such a tricky mouth, you little bastard."

Gouzi is not at a disadvantage: "You old bastard has a more tricky mouth." The angry Zhao Laoliu blew his beard and stared.

As the two of them came and went, everyone around laughed. Liang Zisheng coughed before calming down.

Then came the competition. This dish of grilled winter melon with crab roe is a Shandong cuisine dish. It is generally required to turn the dishes in a complete shape. It is the basic cooking technique and the most difficult.

Specifically, it is to turn the dishes in the pot 180 degrees over high heat, but turn them forward, back, left, and right. The front turn is relatively difficult. Once the force is not mastered, the soup will splash out. It is easy to hurt the cook himself, so he is not very proficient in the skill of turning the spoon, and he will not easily turn forward, but most of them turn left and right.

Zhao Laoliu just turned left and right, thickened the juice along the edge of the pot, shook the spoon slightly, and turned left with the force of shaking the spoon, the winter melon in the pot turned over in the air and fell into the pot without spilling the soup One drop, the method is quite neat.

Zhao Laoliu was very proud, he shook the spoon slightly, and turned the spoon to the right again with his strength, and the crab roe and wax gourd came out of the pan. The oil was bright and the shape of the dish remained unchanged.

Liang Zisheng said with a smile: "Zhao Laoliu's skill in flipping spoons is also excellent, which makes me look forward to Miss An's culinary skills even more."

An Ran cupped her hands slightly, potting in the pot, cooking, cooking, plastic surgery...every process in the front is the same as Zhao Lao Liu, and people in the field can understand it at a glance, don't look at this girl's wrists, which are as thin as firewood sticks However, the strength is not small, the huge iron pot is shaking in her hand, and she doesn't feel any effort at all.

All the cooks from the northern faction could not help looking at Zhao Laoliu, and said to themselves, the outcome of this life-and-death game is hard to say, just by watching the little girl shake the spoon these two times, you can tell that she is an expert, and her method is much more authentic than Zhao Laoliu up.

The chefs of the Nanpai were all very excited. They didn't expect that this girl would be so embarrassing to the Nanpai.

Zhao Laoliu's complexion also changed. If this girl wins, his job will be ruined, but there is still a meager hope in his heart. This girl's strength can't keep up. That is the essence of this dish.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly saw An Ran push and pull, and Zhao Laoliu's face became ugly. Could this girl want to turn the spoon forward? This is the most difficult thing. She didn't even dare to try it. How dare she?
But An Ran dared, not only turning forward, backward, left, and right, for fear that others would not see that she was better at cooking than Zhao Laoliu, she turned it back and forth, left and right, and the recipes came out bright and oily. Gorgon, no matter in shape or color, is only better than Zhao Laoliu's, not worse than him.

Mr. Mei laughed, and looked at Liang Zisheng who had a bad face: "Master Liang, tell me, who won this second round?"

Liang Zisheng was quite embarrassing, and looked at Zhao Laoliu, but Zhao Laoliu didn't want to lose his job like this, so he hurriedly looked at Liu Cheng for help.

Liu Cheng thought that he really broke his hand, but he offended Han Zizhang, so he had to come forward anyway, and fortunately, the dish in the second round was still alive and well.

Thinking of this, he said, "I really admire Ms. An's superb cooking skills. However, in terms of technique, this dish should be considered a draw."

The southern cooks around Liu Cheng quit: "Why is it a tie? As long as anyone in the industry doesn't know that turning forward is more difficult than turning left and right, Zhao Laoliu obviously lost. How can there be a tie... ..."

The Northern faction is not reconciled to losing. After all, if they admit defeat in this round, they will lose all face of the Northern faction. Even though they know in their hearts that Zhao Laoliu has lost, they can't admit it: " All, it's all about flipping spoons, is it difficult or not, it's a draw..." But the confidence was a little lacking.

"Sir, how do you judge this round?" Liang Zisheng was smart, and pushed back with one sentence.

Mr. Mei shook his head and sighed softly: "Although I like southern cuisine, I am an authentic Qizhou native. As a Qizhou native, I am really blushing today. I am blushing for the sake of our Qizhou elders. I am not afraid of losing. Losing If you still don't admit defeat, you can throw this face at grandma's house."

After Mr. Mei said a few words, the faces of all the cooks from the Northern School present were flushed.

Mr. Mei snorted, "It's helpful if you know how to blush." ​​Then, he looked at Zhao Laoliu: "Zhao Laoliu, tell yourself, did you lose or draw in the second round?"

Zhao Laoliu's head was covered in cold sweat, and he couldn't help shaking while holding his kitchen knife in his hand. If he admits defeat, he will have to cut himself off. Then what will he rely on for food in the future, and he will lose face. Either way, you have to keep your job.

Thinking of this, he simply let go of his old face: "I didn't lose."

There were boos all around: "You really don't want to be old, you don't even admit defeat, the Northern faction has such a thick-skinned cook, I really have seen it..."

The chefs of the Southern School talked about each other, and the owners and chefs of the eight restaurants were a little bit embarrassed.

Mr. Mei shook his head disdainfully: "Girl Anran, what do you think this round counts?"

An Ran smiled and looked at Zhao Laoliu: "Senior, since you think it's a draw, how about another round?"

After An Ran spat out, Liang Zisheng heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly borrowed the slope to get off the donkey: "What Miss An said is that there will be another round of competition, and this round the official is in charge of the girl picking the vegetables."

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Laoliu's expression changed several times.

The owner of Huiquan Pavilion leaned close to Qian Hong's ear and whispered: "Old Qian, what do you mean by this girl? She obviously won this game, so what's the point? Could it be that she wants to let Zhao Laoliu one size?"

Qian Hong shook his head: "This girl is worthy of being the old man's direct disciple. This style is exactly the same as the old man's back then. In my opinion, she is not trying to let Zhao Lao Liu go, but she is convincing Zhao Lao Liu. It is expected that in the third round, she will still not choose southern dishes, but will choose our classic dishes from northern dishes. In this way, winning is a complete victory, and it will also make us speechless. I was wrong just now, this Although the girl has the style of the old man, she is much more powerful than the old man's means, but it is because our northern faction bullies people too much. If it is not for the southern faction to fight for a place, I am afraid that this girl will not be like this, but I really can't think of it. How could she have such superb cooking skills at such an age with a master like the old man? If nothing else, just look at the way she made the sauce just now, I don’t know how much better than Zhao Laoliu. Steaking dishes is our northern cooking technique, but a southern cooking chef can do it so authentically, it's really admirable. Zhao Laoliu's ability is even more embarrassing than this, and even our northern cooking cooks are decent. Gone."

As soon as Qian Hong finished speaking, he heard An Ran say: "So, this third round, let's compare your No.1 soup with Bei Cai."

As soon as An Ran's words came out, there was a sudden silence around. The so-called No.1 soup of Bei Cai is stewed mullet egg soup. Naturally, there is a reason why this soup is called No.1 soup. Pay attention to two words and leave blank .

These two words are simple to say, but extremely difficult to achieve, and because of this, even the top chefs of the Northern School would not dare to cook this soup easily, not to mention Zhao Laoliu's craftsmanship, he can't even make it Not doing enough.

Who would have thought that An Ran, a southern cook would dare to choose this soup, Liang Zisheng and Liu Cheng's face would be so ugly, and the rest of the master chefs' faces could not be said to be ugly or looking forward, because they were afraid that Zhao Laoliu would lose , Losing the face of the northern faction, and looking forward to the mullet egg soup made by An Ran, a chef from the southern faction?This is a dish that non-top chefs dare not cook, this one really dares to choose.

The person next to Mr. Mei thought that the white-bearded Mr. Sun suddenly said: "Speaking of which, I haven't eaten this soup for many years. The last time was when the late emperor was here, and he recruited famous officials from all over the world to study in Beijing. , the royal banquet was held, and there was this mullet egg soup on the table. I still remember the name of the chef who made this soup at that time. His name was Cui Xiaoshun. He was also from Qizhou. He was very good at cooking at a young age. The illness is gone, I don’t know if it’s because I’m out of the palace, or what, it’s a pity, it’s been 30 years, but the old man still remembers the taste of this soup, and now I often think about it, if I can eat it again today , the old man will die with peace in his eyes." As he said that, he still smashed his mouth.

An Ran almost laughed out loud. Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together and people form groups. Mr. Mei, a foodie friend, is also a foodie.

What the old man said made Liang Zisheng and Liu Cheng's faces even more ugly. It's okay to say that if there is no one who knows how to do it, anyway, this face has already been lost, so they simply don't admit defeat, and they can barely get past it. An old gentleman who has eaten authentic imperial food, and is still such a respected old man, he will definitely not be able to pass the third round, so he can't help but look at Zhao Laoliu.

Zhao Laoliu's old face was turning black now, he stared at An Ran for a long while, and gritted his teeth. Even if he had to bite the bullet, he would have to do it. He didn't believe in this evil. Such a little girl dares to say that she can cook the dishes she has cooked. She is from Qizhou anyway. If she has never done it, at least I have heard from the master and knows how to cook it. I will treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. It is hard to say who wins and loses.

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and said, "Little girl, don't you have heard of the famous soup of our northern cuisine, just bring it out to bluff people, if it's not too late for you to choose another dish, choose this soup, if you make it If you don’t come out, you will lose your adulthood by then.”

An Ran squatted down at Mr. Sun and said, "Even if it is to fulfill Mr. Sun's long-cherished wish, An Ran will not refuse. You guys came first in the first two rounds, so how about letting An Ran do the third round first?"

Zhao Laoliu was so eager for it, he had never done it before, although he didn't believe that An Ran would do it, he could delay it for a while.

An Ran had figured out what he was thinking a long time ago, laughed, and asked Gouzi to bring out the mullet money he had prepared.

Gouzi shared half of it, and the remaining half was given to Zhao Laoliu's apprentice: "Look clearly, I took it out of the same basin as my master, don't lose at that time, and say that the things used are different."

Zhao Laoliu's apprentice blushed when Gouzi said a word, and he took it in his hand embarrassingly.

This soup is not difficult to make, but the difficulty lies in the seasoning. All kinds of seasonings must be just right to make a layer of progressive taste, which is usually called blank.

Modern cuisines are complex, but this soup is used for state banquets. As long as you are a top chef, if you don’t know how to make this famous soup, how can you dare to be called a chef.

An Ran's extremely neat and proficient technique as soon as she came up, shocked all the cooks of the Northern School. Even Qian Hong and Feng Ji, if they hadn't watched Mr. Zheng's kitchen knife in An Ran's hands, they would have felt that this girl Don't be their northern cooks, they cook authentic northern dishes.

So, today, the Beipai must lose face. It may be good luck to see such a chef cook with his own eyes.

Nowadays, no one underestimates An Ran, she is young, she is a little girl, but in terms of craftsmanship, even an old cook in her [-]s and [-]s, I am afraid that no one has such skills, let alone Zhao Lao Liu, but she can't find it in Yanzhou Mansion. If you come to someone with better cooking skills than others, you can’t accept it, let alone a chef who cooks southern cuisine, and the northern cuisine is made like this. One can imagine, what kind of southern cuisine is it?
This is also the purpose of the third round of An Ran's competition. She just thought about it. It is easy to let Zhao Laoliu break his arms to relieve his anger, but it is difficult to resolve the dispute between the cooks from the north and the south. Hostility, keeping a favor with each other is much more meaningful than letting Zhao Laoliu cut off his hand.

It was also at this moment that An Ran finally understood the painstaking efforts of the master who would rather cut his wrists and admit defeat five years ago. What the master was thinking of were these colleagues who were eating in the fire oil.

Looking at the expectant, apprehensive, excited, or worried faces around her, An Ran suddenly felt that it was not important to win or lose, the important thing was to let everyone understand that no matter the faction from the south or the faction from the north, they are all on the same side, and fighting will only be the same. Falling apart, only by watching and helping each other can the cooks in the world have food.

(End of this chapter)