Life is a Game

Xu Cheng is a pure eater, Sun Guanyun is a pure chef, and the relationship between the two is limited to this.

After a few words of politeness, Xu Cheng once again asked Sun Guanyun to make him an eight-treasure chestnut pigeon. After Sun Guanyun refused again, he left with a smile on his face when he left. Although he was rejected, he was still in a happy mood.

After leaving the door of the healthy cooking restaurant, Xu Cheng took a deep look at the bright red earthy signboard of the healthy cooking restaurant, and exclaimed: "Sure enough, the masters are among the people!"

Han Guishan couldn't deny this, but he was more concerned about another issue at the moment. He raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was still eleven o'clock.

"What are you going to eat next?"

"Eat?" Xu Cheng asked in surprise, "Didn't you eat it? Are you not full? Do you want to pack something in this store and take it away?"

Han Guishan: "..."

You, Xu Cheng, deserve the stomach bug!

I just had a bite of Babao Chestnut Pigeon, and Han Guishan couldn't eat any other ordinary dishes, so he said, "Forget it, the driver is waiting for us at the intersection. I asked my assistant to make an appointment with Director Qian at two o'clock in the afternoon. Let’s talk about the live broadcast of the game.”

"Let's talk about it. I won't show up for this kind of thing." Xu Cheng said, and the two walked towards the intersection together.

On the second floor of the healthy cooking restaurant, Sun Guanyun looked at Jiang Weiguo with some complacency.

Being entangled by Xu Cheng is not a good thing, but it is something worth showing off.

"Jiang Weiguo, did you see it? This is the card! Even if I step down from the position of chef, people like Xu Cheng will still come to the door, do you have one?"

"Hmph." Jiang Weiguo snorted coldly, "Who is Xu Cheng?"

Sun Guanyun: "..."

"You old guy did it on purpose, right? Don't you know who Xu Cheng is?"

"Who is it?" Jiang Weiming didn't know either.

The two brothers have stayed in the country all these years, their reputation is not obvious, they don't watch TV, they don't buy magazines, and it is even more impossible to buy the books published by Xu Cheng in the early years. Naturally, they don't know who Xu Cheng is.

Sun Guanyun felt that he was winking at the blind man, and couldn't get angry even if he wanted to, so he had to give up, and said weakly: "Take it as if I didn't say it."

The three old men were sitting on the second floor drinking tea, Ji Yue had already finished licking the plate and went down to work, chatted for a while, Sun Guanyun guessed that it was almost time, got up and went downstairs.

Jiang Feng in the kitchen was always concerned about the pigeons in the pot. He stopped what he was doing two minutes ago and stood by the steamer. But it is very strange, when the squab of Babao Chestnut Pigeon made by Sun Guanyun is just out of the pot, there is only the fragrance of pigeon meat, and the smell of the ingredients in the belly of the pigeon is locked tightly. .

The squab he steamed can smell the faint smell of vegetarian stuffing in the pot.

Seeing Sun Guanyun coming, Jiang Feng asked, "Grandpa Sun, can you cook now?"

"You judge for yourself."

Jiang Feng was having a bit of a problem. Babao Chestnut Pigeon had very strict requirements on the heat, and a slight difference or temperature difference would affect the texture and taste of the whole dish. It was his first time doing it, and he had no experience, but he felt that the fire was almost done, so he hesitated for more than ten seconds and decided to turn off the fire.

It can't be out of the pot yet, so it needs to be juiced first.

According to Sun Guanyun's previous method, with Sun Guanyun's guidance beside him, Jiang Feng's Gorgon juice still looks a little bit better. The pigeons are out of the pot, waiting for the opportunity.

Jiang Feng's pigeons were not as good as Sun Guanyun's before in terms of appearance.

The eight-treasure chestnut pigeon made by Sun Guanyun has a round and full belly, and a mild and uniform color. At first glance, it looks like a small squab lying on a plate with a bulging belly. Jiang Feng made it. Although the abdomen was swollen, it was not full enough. Some unevenness was magnified several times on the little pigeon's body. As soon as it came out of the pot, you could smell the aroma of the plain stuffing inside.

The squab failed to lock the vegetarian stuffing inside, and the premature fragrance leaked out, and a lot of flavor would be lost.

"What's going on here?" Jiang Feng was a little puzzled. The pigeons he made looked no different from those made by Sun Guanyun before they were steamed.

"Your bone removal skills are immature, and the pigeon skin itself is damaged. You were too greedy when adding the ingredients, stuffed a little too much, and the needles were not loosened fast enough, leaving too big pinholes." Sun Guanyun said, "See? , these are small problems, but there must be no problems when making this dish. Any small problem will be infinitely magnified after being steamed in the steamer for more than an hour. One mistake, the whole plate is full Lose."

"To make this dish, the knife must be excellent, the heat must be appropriate, the seasoning must be precise, and the most important thing is that every step must be perfect without making mistakes, otherwise it will not be the best Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon." Sun Guanyun said, " Your grandpa always said that I kept secrets and did not teach the most critical steps of thickening the rice to my apprentices, so that no one but me could make this dish well. But the most difficult part of this dish is not thickening the rice at all, it is to make all the previous The steps are all perfect, I will teach you for seven days, you can't learn it, and you can't learn it well, it is impossible to learn this dish without a year or two of hard work."

"You did it just now, and you must be aware of the difficulty. You can choose to learn this dish. I will teach you the skill of Gorgon sauce, or you can choose to learn other things. Seven days is enough for you to learn. Whether it is bergamot Spare ribs, peony fried stuffed snake preserved or other Cantonese dishes you want to learn, I can teach you."

One side is out of reach, and the other side is within reach.

Jiang Feng subconsciously glanced at the two old men. Jiang Weiguo was expressionless, and Jiang Weiming smiled at him.

Obviously let him choose.

"I choose Gorgon juice." Jiang Feng said.

Why settle for the second best when there is the best.

"Ding." The shit game cheated again.

Jiang Feng: ...

Really, sooner or later he's going to find a way to complain about this shit game.

"Okay." Sun Guanyun scooped up a spoonful of Jiang Feng's gravy, "The color of your gravy is not right, I'll give you some advice about the gravy tomorrow. Take care, it's almost time now."

Sun Guanyun slowly poured the gorgon juice onto the pigeon.

Spoon after spoon.

"What did you see?" Sun Guanyun asked.

"The color, the color seems to change a little when the Gorgon juice is poured on it." Jiang Feng was a little uncertain, he suspected that his eyes were dazzled.

"Yes, it's the color. The color will change a little when the gravy is poured on it at the most suitable temperature, so the gravy must be poured on the net little by little, starting from the abdomen and ending with the wings." Sun Guanyun closed his hands. , "Come and taste what you made."

Cutting open the pigeon's belly with a knife, Jiang Feng scooped up a small spoonful.

The taste is good, but compared with what Sun Guanyun made before, it is a heaven and a world.

The three old men also took a sip without making any comments.

Jiang Feng went to ask Wang Xiulian and Ji Yue to come and have a taste.

"Not as delicious as before." Wang Xiulian commented.

"Average." Ji Yue commented.

Jiang Feng asked Wu Minqi if he wanted to try it, but Wu Minqi declined.

Finally, Jiang Feng turned his gaze to Jiang Jiankang who had already cooked two plates of Kung Pao Chicken: "Dad, do you want to try it?"

"Okay!" Jiang Jiankang smiled happily, and the kung pao chicken in the pot came out instantly.