Universe Infinite Canteen

Lele looked around and found that Lao Wang was not in the kitchen, and there was no one else here.

She couldn't help but start to waver. Could it be that Boss Ma was really a great chef who didn't show his true colors?

As she was thinking this, Malu had already brought the bag of potatoes to the sink and started washing them.

He stretched his neck and looked around while washing them.

"What are you looking for?"

"Peeler." Malu said, "Don't you have to peel the potatoes after washing them?"

Although he had never cooked before, he still knew this common sense, so he looked for a peeler in advance, but unfortunately he didn't find it.

"Well, Uncle Wang probably doesn't use a peeler." Ma Youyou reminded, "So the kitchen probably doesn't have a peeler either."

"Oh, is that so?" Ma Lu thought about it and it seemed that he had never seen Lao Wang use a peeler. "Then how did he peel?"

"Just... just use a kitchen knife." He Xiaoqian said, "I think all the chefs on TV do this."

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Listening to this conversation, Lele felt a dark line on her head. She was ashamed of her previous hesitation.

This guy has hardly been in the kitchen. He is probably the kind of person who can't even make fried eggs with tomatoes.

She took a deep breath and said to Sun He on the side, "Old Sun, there's no need to watch any more."

Sun He also thought that Ma Lu was a little too outrageous, but he was more patient than Lele, "Since you're here, eat the shredded potatoes before leaving."

"I'm worried now whether this guy can really fry the potatoes. Don't send us all to the hospital."

Malu ignored Lele's sarcasm, picked up a washed potato, and walked to the knife rack.

There were more than a dozen knives on the knife rack.

There were Chinese, Western, and Japanese knives, including those for chopping bones, slicing, and ceramic knives. Malu randomly picked up two knives, weighed them, and felt that they were not as convenient as his chef's knife.

So he covered them with his clothes and called for the chef's knife.

When Malu took out the knife, Lele was stunned, "Your knife is on you?"

"I'm a chef, it's normal to carry a knife with me when I eat."

"No, don't you take the subway or plane?" Lele wanted to complain, but she held back.

Then she saw Malu start to peel the skin.

The first cut, the knife cut.

The second cut, the poor potato was almost cut in half.

The third cut, finally returned to normal, cutting off a small piece of skin, the fourth cut, Malu's movements began to speed up, becoming more and more skilled, and finally it took less than ten seconds to peel a potato.

This result is not good, but it is not particularly bad.

After peeling, Malu put the potato on the chopping board and started slicing.

Just looking at his posture, Lele frowned. Malu stood too close to the chopping board, which would affect the strength of his hands.

The correct standing posture should keep the abdomen and the chopping board about a fist away, and the two should be in a straight line.

In addition, his way of holding the knife was not right. All five fingers were grasped on the handle of the knife. Although it was a firm grip, it was difficult to control the direction accurately.

This grip is more suitable for chopping people rather than cutting vegetables. The qualified Chinese kitchen knife grip should be separated with two fingers on both sides of the kitchen knife.

Not to mention that Malu's arms were very tense, almost stretched into a straight line.

And his left hand holding the potato was even more outrageous, with his fingers just resting on the potato.

This posture is very easy to get cut. The standard answer should be to hide the fingers and use the knuckles to support the blade.

Sure enough... is he a layman?

Lele felt that she had seen Malu's true face, but the next moment she heard Sun He beside her exclaim lightly.

Although Malu's posture was very awkward, he was not slow at all in cutting potatoes.

The chef's knife flew and jumped with his arm, as accurate as a precision instrument.

And unlike other chefs, Malu's left hand just held the potatoes still, and he relied on his right hand to do all the work.

However, the knife always bypassed his fingers accurately, and after cutting all the potatoes around, the blade turned and began to cut the potatoes under his palm horizontally.

Is this possible? Lele's eyes widened.

Soon, Malu cut all the potatoes into potato slices of uniform thickness.

Then he simply withdrew his left hand and cut the potato slices on the chopping board with one hand.

While cutting, he asked He Xiaoqian, "What should I do next? Stir-fry it in a pan?"

"No, no, I remember that the potato shreds should be washed first to wash off the starch, so the taste will be better."

He Xiaoqian used to help her mother when she was in her hometown, and now she rents a house by herself, so she can still cook.

However, there were two professionals on the scene, and she felt a little guilty, fearing that she was wrong, so she kept her eyes on Lele and Sun He.

She was relieved when they didn't object.

"I see." Malu turned around while cutting vegetables and took a vegetable washing basin from the shelf.

Lele gritted his teeth, was this guy deliberately showing off his skills?

Damn! The most important thing is that he really pretended!

Many great chefs can cut vegetables without looking at the ingredients, but while talking, the other hand is still doing something else, which is... a bit amazing.

No, not a bit amazing, it's really amazing!

Because as long as you try to draw a square with one hand and a circle with the other hand, you will know how difficult it is to do two things at the same time.

Moreover, the potato shreds cut by Malu were neither wide nor narrow, and the size was uniform, all between 1.2-1.4mm, which was the most suitable thickness for making hot and sour potato shreds.

When all the potato shreds were cut, Malu scooped them all into the vegetable washing basin with a chef's knife.

Then he put down the chef's knife, turned on the faucet, and soaked the potato shreds first.

Then he started to peel the garlic, but he became clumsy again when peeling the garlic, and the garlic skin could not be peeled off after several attempts.

But Lele did not fall for it again. She had already seen clearly that some people were deliberately pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, or they might be trying to fight back against her previous doubts.

It can only be said that ginger is still spicy when it is old. Perhaps it was because Mr. Sun saw something that he did not turn around and leave, and insisted on eating potato shreds.

In comparison, she was too young to be deceived by that guy's poor acting skills, thinking that the other party was really just a layman who knew nothing.

As a result, Malu pretended to be a rookie and played with her repeatedly. He admired her ugliness and embarrassment in the dark, and he must have been very happy in his heart.

Thinking of this, Lele couldn't help but feel angry again.

What a bad guy.

However, Malu was not very happy at this time. He just thought that the garlic skin was so difficult to peel. Should the restaurant hire a garlic peeler to help Lao Wang share the pressure in the future?

In the end, He Xiaoqian was the most kind and reminded, "Boss, you can use a knife to smack the garlic before peeling it, it will be much easier to peel."