Interstellar Chef Raising a Baby

"Uncle, are you kidding?" Zhang Xiaomo's expression was distorted halfway through his laughter.

Zhu Ya didn't answer, but instead looked at An Hao behind the glass.

Zhang Xiaomo gritted his teeth and looked over, and found that the other party's dishes had also been completed.

"Brother, remember to give this young lady a copy too." Zhu Ya touched her nose and loosened the tie on her neckline. "Let her know what it means--it's terrible to be uncultured."

Zhang Xiaomo was so angry that he didn't want to talk at all.

But An Hao, who was behind the glass window, responded without taking off the mask at this moment, "Okay~"

He put the dishes in the serving aisle, so that the robots in the store were assigned to everyone's hands.

When Liu Weiwei received the notice from the big disciple to go online, she couldn't even find the place where she was standing, so she could only hide in the back kitchen.

"Master, please also give me some advice."

An Hao personally handed her the dinner plate with both hands, his face extremely nervous.

He didn't care much about the outside review, but more concerned about the taste of his master.

He knows very well that most of the noisy and chaotic discussions outside come from ordinary diners. If you want to say that the degree of professionalism is strict, everyone may not be as good as his master.

Liu Weiwei nodded, like a dragonfly, tasting every dish.

An Hao swallowed.

"There is still room for improvement," Liu Weiwei put down her chopsticks and drank her saliva. "The seasoning of the dishes still needs to be pondered."

An Hao squeezed his fist, "Yes."

Zhang Xiaomo laughed when he heard it, "You are self-aware, but if you still say that, I accept defeat."

Liu Weiwei turned her head, wiped her hand with a tissue, and threw it into the trash can next to her, "Although it only has 60 points, sometimes it may be enough to win by one more point."

"You...! You haven't tasted my cooking yet!"

"Listen to what the judges say first." Liu Weiwei pursed her lower lip.

Zhang Xiaomo turned his head in anger and immediately looked at the passers-by judges.

In fact, just after the dishes came out of the pot, no, even before An Hao finished cooking, the back kitchen began to spread a strong sourness that made her feel extremely hungry.

In Western food, drink the soup first.

Pre-soup or appetizer is often an appetizer.

She originally thought that this small Chinese restaurant didn't understand at all, but she didn't expect that the soup made by the other party was more appetizing than him.

Zhang Xiaomo thought, and saw that the judges had all put down their chopsticks, and they had already written the evaluation results to her girlfriends.

She couldn't help being overjoyed. The judges just ate up her cooking.

But before she could come up with a declaration of victory, Zhang Xiaomo snorted when she saw the comforting eyes of her girlfriends looking at her.

Chen Li was still drinking soup, but when it came to the result, she could only put the spoon down with unsatisfactory thoughts, and looked at Zhang Xiaomo embarrassedly.

"Of the ten Starnet reviewers who signed up, eight have already sent the results."

As she said, she paused, but she didn't deliberately whet everyone's appetite, or was short-lived. "Although all the votes have not yet been completed,... the majority wins the minority, and the winner is the apprentice chef... An Hao."

In order to make her girlfriend suffer less, Chen Li racked her brains and even concealed the number of votes.

What she received was 8:0, and even when she was speaking, she received a vote from the last two judges. Even the judgement results of these two people are on the side of Happy Hotel.

"Impossible!" Zhang Xiaomo almost tore the napkin in his hand. "It must be a mistake. No. 1 is Western food, it's steak! It's the dish you have all eaten, not just stop after a bite. ..."

She couldn't talk about it halfway through.

Because the grassroots judges who threw down the chopsticks and spoons all bowed their heads and ate wildly after announcing the results!

Even when she doubted the results and pointed at them, no one looked up.

There was only a spoon in the shop, the chopsticks rubbed against the plate, and the sound of everyone drinking soup and chewing boldly.

When Zhang Xiaomo was faltering, the first liquidator pushed aside the crowd from the corner, walked to the front, and pulled a robot through the glass.

"Give her a bite."

Holding a toothpick, Zhu Ya, who shaved her teeth in spite of her image, had two loose buttons on his shirt, and his tie was even more sloppy hanging around his neck. There was even a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"What is really delicious food," Zhu Ya said, "Little girl, it's useless to talk hard."

Zhang Xiaomo rushed forward with a snap, pressed the emergency window button in front of him, and snatched the dinner plate in the robot's hand in anger and shame.

When she lowered her head, she saw a bowl of brown soup that was not beautiful in color.

"This appearance is obvious..." Lost to her!

Zhang Xiaomo picked up the spoon unbelief and quickly delivered a spoon into his mouth.

Her eyes were red in an instant, and her tears almost burst out.

"Ah, be careful!" An Hao touched his nose, but was obviously too late.

Zhang Xiaomo's tongue was so hot that he lost consciousness, but he was about to put the spoon down, but he stopped in the air.

Sour, from the small cells on the tip of the tongue that were scalded, leaping and slowly volatilizing the sour taste of balsamic vinegar from the mouth...

Spicy, from the unconscious mouth, as if stepping on sour bubbles spreading...

The warmth made her sink to the bottom of her heart, until she slowly recovered...

Can't help...Can't help but have another spoonful!

Zhang Xiaomo has never been a person with perseverance.

She listened to her heart quickly, blowing a spoonful of it on her mouth, and drank it quickly.

beef!

Her entire small face, which was originally sent out, was instantly astonished.

This soup actually chose the same ingredient as her staple food, beef.

It's just that in the soup, the beef is cut into small cubes, which is full of sour and spicy soup. In the smooth, spicy, sour and refreshing soup, I suddenly chewed this small mellow beef cube, accompanied by chewy gluten, crispy fungus...like after receiving a gift from everyone on my birthday, I was pleasantly surprised. It was found that there was an extra big red envelope in the gift box!

The liquid soup stimulates the taste to the extreme, the hot and sour awakens the taste buds and appetite, while the auxiliary materials in the soup increase the taste, making people eat something, drink the soup, and chew continuously.

She lost...

The spoon in Zhang Xiaomo's hand snapped into the empty bowl.

She unknowingly...drinked it...

The soup is so dark, so ugly shape...

"What kind of soup is this?"

Zhang Xiaomo never said anything that contained poppy or poppy.

After eating it in person, she knew that what really attracted her was this soup. The salty, sour, hot and sour blended with each other, and the taste and taste that appeared alternately made her seduce the spoon in her hand.

No other additives at all!

"Hu spicy soup." An Hao scratched his head, but he put on a chef's hat to make him stop in embarrassment, "I'm not good at learning, and I'm not as good as Master's authentic. Today's seasoning, I'm too vinegar. "

He was a little embarrassed, and even had an expression of invincibility.

Zhang Xiaomo clenched his fists.

His vinegar, no more today!

The judges ate her food first today. Even on the star network, eating will not lead to a feeling of fullness, but continuous eating will still gradually reduce people's appetite.

In particular, her dishes today are actually a little more careful, whether it's the soup or dessert, milk and sugar are used.

After eating, it is inevitable that the mouth will feel sticky and the taste will be invaded by the sweetness, which will make the diners feel that the meal should be stopped.

Desserts in the restaurant represent a full stop for the meal.

Few people want to order another steak after using up desserts. This is not in line with the long-standing eating habits of everyone and the order in which the taste buds accept the various flavors of sweet, sour, bitter and spicy.

Zhang Xiaomo speeded up the production speed and chose the simplest dessert ending, which is a strategy in itself.

But I didn't expect that after the other party's vinegar increased, the game she set up was easily resolved.

Now he still looks innocent, telling him that he is just not good at learning, and he reached out to add more vinegar?

It's so ironic!

But she quickly gritted her teeth and moved her gaze to the second dish, the staple food.

But at this glance, she clenched her fists tightly, and couldn't believe that she had lost to such a casual guy.

"Your staple food is the simplest fried rice?"

Zhang Xiaomo felt that he was greatly insulted.

Fried rice is finally sold in every Chinese restaurant.

Even this recipe is currently the only food association that does not charge additional fees.

Because it is too basic.

Even if she is learning Western food, as long as she has a certain understanding of seasonings, she can make a bowl of egg fried rice!

It’s not about cooking at all. As long as you don’t make less common sense mistakes, it’s hard to ruin fried rice.

"The first soup is so strong," Zhang Xiaomo gritted his teeth. "You only make light fried rice for the second staple food. How can this overwhelm the taste of the soup?"

The meal pays attention to the taste from light to deep, so that the taste of the appetizer will not be overwhelmed by the latter, which will reduce the tasting experience.

However, this bowl of rice obviously does not comply with this rule.

"Could it be that you want to keep the taste of soup in the mouths of the diners? With one soup, you are trying to defeat my three combinations?"

Zhang Xiaomo felt that she was being molested.

A Qianqian's thin hand, but quickly reached out to her with a pan of fried rice.

"This is not fried rice."

Liu Weiwei's voice was very soft, but every word hit Zhang Xiaomo's heart.

"Do you think I'm a commoner who doesn't understand anything? I've had five-star egg fried rice when I was five years old!"

However, the plate reached directly under her nose.

Liu Weiwei didn't say anything, and successfully cut off Zhang Xiaomo's voice.

"Lamb flavor...and, there is also cumin? You actually put cumin in the fried rice!?" Zhang Xiaomo's voice changed.

If it is said that in the field of heavy flavors, in addition to sweet and sour, there are also unforgettable flavors that are enough to be engraved on the tongue, then the cumin flavor in Chinese food can definitely rank number one.

Cumin, it is neither sour nor spicy, nor is it just a taste of hemp is salty.

Even if the previous bowl of soup is hot and sour and refreshing, the taste is extremely strong, and it can't hide even a little bit of cumin, but it has a taste resonance that echoes before and after!