Ni Bingyan fell into a tight situation and went to her uncle's shop to eat hot pot. As soon as she entered the door, Pei Jin stepped forward and played the video to her uncle.
The uncle laughed so hard that when he left, he really didn't give her a dime, but only gave her a word in return.
"Someone wanted to buy it for 8,000 yuan a while ago, but I didn't give it to them. I don't know if I can write anything better than this in my life."
The uncle was very reluctant to part with it, but Ni Bingyan held the wooden box in his arms and immediately refused to let go.
"I'll go back and hang it in the study! If you cultivate it more, maybe you can make some progress."
A few words made my uncle happy.
Ni Bingyan took the opportunity to ask for his help: "Uncle, help me find a Sichuan restaurant tomorrow, and I'll go cook it for the day!"
Uncle Master knew that she wanted to record a show, and he probably did it for fun and to make the show more watchable. It was not because he was really short of money, so he agreed wholeheartedly.
"But let's make an agreement first, you have to pass the assessment. People don't look down on your craftsmanship, so you can't cry to me!"
Ni Bingyan nodded fiercely: "I know! How old am I? How could I cry over such a thing! You underestimate me too much!"
"Also, whatever the market price is, I will give it to you. Otherwise, they will say that I will give you money in other ways. That would be bad."
Ni Bingyan still agreed.
"Then you go early tomorrow. I have a friend who has a birthday party in the store tomorrow and is short of manpower. I was looking for a replacement in the group yesterday."
Ni Bingyan agreed. She originally wanted to park the RV in her uncle's yard and let the rest of the team stay in a hotel while she slept in the RV alone.
As a result, the always pleasant-looking uncle immediately lost his temper: "Let's play, let's make trouble, don't joke about this kind of thing! Everyone is here, do I still need a bed for you?"
Then Ni Bingyan slept on a comfortable big bed and took a fragrant bath.
At just six o'clock the next day, my uncle's family got up to make breakfast.
Ni Bingyan was almost exhausted from performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation yesterday, and got up late the next day.
When she woke up, there were two kinds of porridge and four kinds of cakes on the table, in addition to steamed buns, deep-fried dough sticks and soy milk. The attention she paid to them was probably the same as her father's treatment when he came.
Ni Bingyan was flattered, but as soon as she finished eating, her uncle took her out.
In order to take pictures, the film crew also stayed at Uncle Master's house last night.
The filming started when the uncle's family was preparing breakfast, and continued until the two of them went out. The camera was fixed on the car to record the conversation between the two.
"Tell me before we get there, what kind of dishes do you know how to cook? Don't embarrass me and your dad!"
Uncle Master's expression was very serious, and Ni Bingyan did not dare to hide his secrets, so he hurriedly explained the dishes he knew how to cook.
Meat, vegetarian, cold, hot, steamed, boiled, stir-fried, grilled, all kinds of dishes, a long list.
Although many of them are home-cooked dishes, most cooks cannot make them well.
Uncle Master almost knows what he is doing.
I felt even more relieved when I saw that she could also cook several of Ni's private chef's grand finale dishes.
Sure enough, when we arrived at the place, the boss heard that she was Ni Guangli's daughter and immediately asked her what kind of dishes she could cook.
In front of outsiders, Ni Bingyan was still very humble and only asked him: "Uncle, what do you need me to do? Let me see if I am qualified."
The boss brought out the birthday banquet menu.
"Then choose a few of your specialty dishes and cook them first for us to try."
A big event like a birthday banquet is of great significance to many families. No matter how short of manpower it is, it is impossible for her to attend directly.
Ni Bingyan expressed his understanding and looked at the menu.
Outsiders who don’t understand Sichuan food always think that Sichuan food is spicy.
In fact, there are 24 flavors of Sichuan cuisine, and there are also internal factions.
The Ni family inherits Shanghebang cuisine, which is mainly developed in Chengdu. The production process is cumbersome and tests your skills. Many of the dishes on the menu are not spicy.
Xiahebang cuisine, also called Jianghu cuisine, is mainly developed in mountainous cities. It is heavy on oil, salt and spicy, and it is about being stir-fried quickly.
The biggest feature of Xiaohebang cuisine, also known as Yanbang cuisine, is spicy, spicy, sour, sweet and spicy. There is always one kind of spiciness that can make Cantonese people cry with tears and regret walking through the door.
As soon as Ni Bingyan looked at the menu, she knew why her uncle brought her here to stir fry.
Because the C position on the menu is boiled cabbage and fresh bamboo fungus, chicken and bean curd.
The owner also has ideas for opening a Sichuan restaurant in the mountain city that mainly serves Shanghe cuisine.
Ni Bingyan looked at the menu, turned it over and held it in his hand. He didn't say which ones he knew, but asked the boss with a smile: "I don't know who the chef is today? I'll just listen to his arrangements."
When she was very young, her grandfather taught her senior brothers a lesson. One thing he often said was - "Every kitchen has its own owner. When you travel outside and go to other people's territory, you must know how to be humble and listen more." Master’s arrangement is so that you won’t be annoying, you know?”
Generally speaking, this "kitchen owner" is not the boss, but the one who has the final say in the kitchen.
This is an industry that relies on technology to make a living.
A chef with excellent cooking skills must be treated well by the boss. She is just a little loach. If she wants to get a good salary based on her skills here, she must keep her attitude low.
Seeing that she didn't look down on others based on their family background, not only the uncle nodded, but the boss was also very satisfied.
I thought today was just to welcome the eldest lady over to experience life. What the boss thought was that as long as he made her happy, he would go to Boss Ni for help when the store was short of manpower. He didn't expect that she would be so easy to get along with. The smile on his face couldn't help but feel a little more sincere.
The head chef was fat and fat. Ni Bingyan had no impression of him, but the other party was very familiar with her.
"You're so big! The last time I saw you was when Master passed away. You were so tall, kneeling at the front, your eyes were swollen from crying and were as big as walnuts."
As soon as the chef met him, he cheerfully gestured to his chest, then pinched it with his thumb and forefinger, making a gesture about the size of a walnut.
Everyone laughed at her.
Ni Bingyan came to his senses and immediately greeted him respectfully: "It turns out it was Uncle Master in person. I wonder why I didn't recognize him."
"Oh, I'm from Shancheng. When my parents are old, they come back to develop. The competition in Chengdu is also bigger, you know~"
After a few words of greeting, the head chef asked her to go to the stove and check the quality.
"I just remember your dad scolding you for cooking stuffed rice. I don't know if you have made any progress over the years. Don't blame us for being strict. Today's birthday girl is already eighty-nine. If you don't do well, you will have to destroy the sign. If you are not good at craftsmanship, I would rather Even if you are tired, you have to do it yourself, so you can only start."
"Um!"
She didn't dare to talk about other dishes, but boiled cabbage was her grandfather's specialty, and fresh bamboo shoots, chickpeas, and beans were her father's specialty. If she couldn't cook it well, she would be embarrassed to come home.
Seeing her choosing these two dishes, the two uncles couldn't help laughing: "You know how to be lazy! I made the soup!"
Ni Bingyan blushed, but she still shamelessly tried to make amends for herself: "I can't control the heat of these two dishes well, and I can't cook them well. Good stock alone is not enough."
Just like doing handicrafts, many people always think that just having hands is enough. If they change themselves, oh, why don't their hands work well?
"Okay, okay, hurry up, work will start soon."
"Um!"
Seeing that the equipment had been set up, Ni Bingyan put on his chef's robe and hat. He quickly found the materials and started working. (End of chapter)
