Life is a Game

In the next few hours, all the staff in the back kitchen tasted all the ups and downs.

Jiang Feng's next dish was shredded yam. The new employees in the back kitchen have not yet appreciated Jiang Feng's excellent cooking skills after opening, and they still have doubts about the newly cooked shredded yam.

After eating the pickled vegetable dumpling, he couldn't stop hiccupping and even drank two glasses of water to barely suppress it. Although Zhang Weiyu, who couldn't walk anymore, had courage and the spirit of trying, his stomach really didn't allow it.

He'll soon know what he's missing.

While everyone was still hesitating, Jiang Jiankang caught a large piece with quick eyesight and quick hands.

After eating it calmly, he said, "Aren't you going to try it? The yam will change its taste when it cools down."

After speaking, I clipped another piece.

Sang Ming hesitated for a moment. He felt that Jiang Feng was both a small boss and his interviewer. He could see his talent in mahjong arranging, and recruited him because of his kindness.

Gritting his teeth, he also took a piece.

The shredded yam just out of the pot, although it didn't burn your mouth after dipping in cold water, the yam inside the sugar layer was still hot when you bit into it. Sang Ming took a bite of a small half of it while inhaling.

This taste!

Sang Ming was stunned.

He has never eaten such delicious shredded yam!

Sang Ming has no education. He went to a garbage high school. He never scored 300 points in the monthly exams. He even surpassed the 300 mark in the college entrance examination, but it was useless. He was still more than 100 points away from the undergraduate course.

The college tuition costs tens of thousands a year, and he has a younger sister who has good grades and is going to high school soon. He can't waste the money at home, so he has to leave the money for his sister to go to college, instead of wasting money to go to a useless college The school might as well go with fellow villagers Bei Piao to see if they can make a difference.

He doesn't have any special skills. He is occasionally praised by others for his dexterous hands and feet. Other than that, he is good at playing mahjong. He came here to apply for the Dahe chef because he heard that the Dahe chef is a handyman. He thinks that he is a handyman anyway. 7,500 a month for food and 5,000 a month for food and lodging. He definitely chooses the former. It only costs 500 a month to rent the basement together.

If he can save 6,500 a month, it will be 78,000 a year. The boss said that there will be three times the salary during holidays, and a year-end bonus at the end of the year. Maybe he can increase his salary slowly later. Probably more.

With that much money, he could send his sister to a high school in the city. His younger sister is a good student, and she can't spend her days in the high school in the town like him. In the future, she can get into a good university, find a decent job, and marry a good family.

His sister is not like him, she is not clever, not very good at work, and not good-looking, as the saying goes, if you are ugly, you have to read more. His sister has no good qualities at all. She has a flat nose, dark skin, acne on her face, and can't play mahjong well. If she doesn't study, she won't be able to get married.

Sang Ming was full of thoughts, and he drank a piece of silk-drawn yam.

He also thought of the girl in the class next door in high school, the math teacher's daughter, good-looking, fair skin, big eyes, and his sister are two extremes.

If his sister can grow up like that, she doesn't need to study, as long as she is lucky enough to meet a blind girl, she might be able to marry a good man.

Another digression, Sang Ming was so worried about his sister that he could think of everything about his sister.

The girl in the class next door is really pretty, and she is good at math. Sang Ming still had a crush on her at the beginning, but it is a pity that although Sang Ming is good at mahjong and counting cards, he is terrible at math. He is not lucky and can only guess single digits. The girl in the class next door closed her eyes in high school and went to the provincial capital to study at university, and Sang Ming came to Beiping Beipiao, and they had a crush on each other for two years without even saying a word.

Having said that, although his sister can't play mahjong and can't even count cards, she is really good at math and gets full marks every time she takes the exam.

Wait, why did he think of his sister again? Two days ago, his sister called him to tell him that she was the first in the grade in the final exam, and he sent her a fifteen yuan red envelope on impulse.

Hey, his day's meal money was fooled away by his sister again.

"Sang Ming, Sang Ming, what are you thinking? I called you several times and you didn't hear me. Is the shredded yam delicious?" Advisor Han Yi asked.

"Ah, the taste is very good, no, I mean delicious, really delicious!" Sang Ming said.

Seeing this, the others stretched out their chopsticks one after another, all intoxicated by the sweetness of the candied dog food.

The two fathers are the ones who decide the price of the dishes in the end. The main reason for other chefs to participate is to let them know the strength of the stove chefs, and to let the stove chefs know their own level a little bit.

For example, Zhou Shi, at first he thought that although he was a younger brother, he was at least better than Jiang Feng. After Jiang Feng finished making the silk yam, he deeply realized that he was a younger brother.

After tasting the shredded yam, all the staff in the back kitchen looked at Jiang Feng with admiration.

Jiang Feng was not surprised, and started to make Li Hongzhang's chowder.

Li Hongzhang's chowder is a big dish, and the steps are relatively cumbersome. Correspondingly, if it is really on the menu, the price will be relatively expensive. Ji Xue is still concentrating on her Watan flower-carved chicken, and the two old men are also looking forward to it. If Ji Xue can maintain her level in the competition, she will be able to win a prize in Beiping City with this dish alone. bloody way.

The two old men knew Jiang Feng's level very well, and the only thing they were going to try for themselves was this Li Hongzhang's chowder.

"When did Xiao Feng learn this dish?" Jiang Weiguo couldn't figure out who taught Jiang Feng this dish.

Neither he nor Jiang Weiming knew how to cook this famous dish in Chinatown, and where did Jiang Feng learn it.

"I remember that he has been messing with some messy things in the kitchen for the past few months. Maybe he figured it out from the recipes on the Internet." Jiang Weiming guessed.

In the past few months, apart from thinking about Li Hongzhang's chowder, Jiang Feng has been thinking about Yun chicken and soup, which in the eyes of outsiders is really messing around.

Zhou Shi was basically cold, and he threw up three dishes in a row. He didn't deserve to have a name in the special dishes. In addition to Shandong cuisine, Zhang Guanghang also has several standard French dishes. It is difficult to tell the authenticity from Chinese food by changing the name and plate. For example, the French-style spinach pile, change the name to Hongyun Dangtou Dabolai or simply spinach pile. Few people would recognize this as a French dish.

There is also French rosemary grilled lamb chops. If you remove the French style, 80% of the guests will simply think that this is grilled lamb chops.

Adding the word French can double the price.

Sun Jikai was better than Zhou Shi. His steamed Dong Xingban was directly out of the game. Apart from the high price, this dish has no advantages. The crispy roast suckling pig was also out. He is not skilled enough to cook this kind of big dish. But the roasted suckling pig with crispy skin gave Jiang Weiming a little inspiration. After all, Shandong cuisine is the originator of roasted whole pigs. One of the eight delicacies of the Zhou Dynasty is roasted whole pigs. Not a lot.

It is most suitable to use this kind of hard dish as the table dish on the opening day.

It was already cold in Zhou Shi, and another stove chef would serve it. Ji Xue's Watan Huadiao Chicken would be better for a while, and Jiang Feng's Li Hongzhang's chowder was about to come out of the pot.

"Sang Ming, Han Yigu, Ouyang, Luo Yu, Yin Xuan, come and see how I arrange the dishes." Jiang Feng called out.

If his Li Hongzhang chowder can score 100 points, 30 points of it will be extra points brought by the presentation, which shows the impact of excellent presentation on this dish.

Seeing the movements of Jiang Feng's hands, Sang Ming realized a little bit.

"This is a cake arrangement! It's still three-dimensional." Sang Ming sighed.

The rest: ? ? ?

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Jiang Feng paused for a moment before taking a closer look.

It's a bit like being said by Sang Ming.

Even though he was greatly shocked in his heart, Jiang Feng didn't show it on his face, and continued to move his hands, saying: "Just build up layer by layer, then pour the scraps and original soup on top, and just steam it. "

Although you can only cook it once a day with buffs, wouldn’t it be a waste to cook this kind of delicious dish once a day? It must be more expensive and cook more times. It’s best that other stove chefs can also learn to mass-produce it.

Ten minutes later, Li Hongzhang's chowder was out of the pot.