Fu Yu scooped the batter into a bowl, put it in a steamer, and steamed it for 30 minutes.
While waiting, he took the initiative to ask Yao Shi for work.
"Chef Yao, let me make the Suyi wine plate. This dish is quite similar to Mixed Sansi, so it should be fine."
Yao Shi was busy making Cangjie fairy grass. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Okay! If you think you can do it, try it first. If it doesn't work, then talk about it."
Fu Yu was happy when he heard this.
The heart that had been hanging high before finally fell to the ground.
It’s all because of this mission requirement!
The task required him to assist Yao Shi in making a birthday party that moved the old teacher Wu Fan to tears.
But how many dishes does this assistance require him to cook?
There are no detailed requirements.
Fu Yu thought, the more he does, the better.
Because he can refer to the cooking steps on the special family banquet recipes and follow the same pattern.
The final dish will definitely be more authentic than the recipes Yao Shi borrowed from the Internet.
I want the old teacher Wu Fan to be moved to tears.
These three tables were not exactly the same as what he had in his hometown, but at least they couldn't be too different.
How else could I feel homesick and burst into tears when I saw the vegetables?
Fu Yu took the order and asked Zhang Jinyu to prepare the dishes.
When all the ingredients are ready, we start cooking the Suyi wine plate.
Blanch spinach, dried tofu shreds, and mung bean sprouts and set aside.
Cut the carrots directly into shreds.
Chop green onions and minced ginger and place them on top of the vegetables.
Heat oil, pour on chopped green onion and minced ginger, add chicken essence, salt, light soy sauce, vinegar, sesame oil, stir evenly.
It took Fu Yu less than five minutes to prepare the entire dish.
"Chef Yao, let me make the dried tofu. This dish is very similar to our store's secret tofu, so it should be fine."
Yao Shi was busy making Cangjie fairy grass. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Okay! I understand."
It took Fu Yu three minutes to make dried tofu.
"Chef Yao, let me do the jealousy. It looks pretty simple, so it should be no problem."
Yao Shi was busy making Cangjie fairy grass. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Okay! You can do it."
Six minutes later, Fu Yu was ready.
"Yao Chu, let me do the Sanyang Kaitai. It looks pretty simple, so it should be no problem."
Yao Shi was busy making Cangjie fairy grass. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Ah! Okay."
Twenty minutes later.
Yao Shi finally cooked the Cangjie Xiancao and carefully arranged it according to the pictures on the Internet.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Fu Yu say again: "Chef Yao! I'm done here, it's time to serve."
Yao Shi: "!"
There is a row of dishes on the serving table.
All the eight dishes for the second set of small banquets and banquets of the third transfer table were completed!
Yao Shi was surprised and happy.
How come this is all done?
Yao Shi came closer and looked around carefully, and his eyes suddenly lit up!
The dishes in front of me are almost the same as the pictures I found online.
If this third transfer table is really successful, it can be taken to the music restaurant and added to the banquet menu as a new special table!
Thinking of this, Yao Shi looked at Fu Yu with admiration in his eyes.
After all, being able to cook the dishes just by following the recipes requires more than just talent, but cooking techniques and skills based on talent!
Such as superb knife skills!
The technique for slicing and slicing flowers neatly and quickly!
Such as accurate control of heat!
Steady and precise control of the heat according to cooking requirements.
Every item is indispensable!
This is a talent that God will reward with food!
If Fu Yu keeps practicing like this and comes to a music restaurant in the future, Yao Shi thinks that the kitchen can be divided into three areas, with a chef in each area!
Although Fu Yu is only in his early twenties, Yao Shi is willing to give him this opportunity and let him come directly to be the chef.
However, he also knew that he could only think about this matter for the time being.
Fu Yu's contract with Qianli Ma has not expired, so it is useless no matter how willing he is. Dong Juntian has to be willing.
After the banquets were taken away, half of the dishes for the three tables were finished at once.
As long as you finish cooking a few more dishes for the banquet, you can place your order!
Yao Shi's heart suddenly became much brighter.
...
Box 401.
Seven or eight middle-aged men and women sat around the dining table surrounded by a gray-haired old man, chatting and laughing lively.
Wu Fan looked at the students in front of him with joy and emotion, and was filled with emotion.
As a people's teacher, this moment is the most glorious, proud and happiest time in his working life!
Among the people, Ji Maojia has the highest official position, and others will always support him intentionally or unintentionally when talking.
Ji Maojia didn't express much about this. He focused all his attention on his respected master Wu Fan.
I have been busy with work in the past few years. When I occasionally think about it, I always call the old man to say hello during the holidays.
Sometimes, people would be sent to bring some food and drink to the old man, but he rarely had time to visit.
It has been nearly half a year since the last time we met.
And in this short period of half a year, the old man has grown older and older.
This made Ji Maojia feel an unspeakable sour taste in his heart.
The teacher in my memory is more often the same as when he was young and handsome and upright.
Although everyone here was once a classmate, they have actually forgotten most of what happened when they were studying there.
Now when we talk to each other, we talk more about our current work and life.
Ji Maojia naturally became the protagonist again.
However, after so many years of ups and downs in officialdom, he has become accustomed to these things.
No matter how others try to get close to him or build relationships, he remains unmoved. Whenever he opens his mouth, the topic will definitely revolve around the respected master Wu Fan.
After a while, the others stopped thinking and started to coax the old man.
They didn't chat for long before the waiter started serving food.
Dishes were brought to the table.
Everyone looked up and were stunned.
Hey, why is there a table of dim sum?
Counting carefully, there are six items in total. They are exquisite and beautiful, but what kind of dish is this?
Even though Ji Maojia had never seen anything like this before, he frowned slightly at this moment.
It was he who prepared the table today because he remembered hearing his teacher say that the special table in his hometown was called the Sanzhuan table.
His memory has been very good since he was a child. Because he was interested in this scene at that time, his memory was particularly deep.
I'm sure I won't remember it wrong.
This time I raised the point of transferring seats three times because I suddenly remembered this matter and wanted to give the teacher a surprise.
However, looking at the six plates of snacks on the table, Ji Maojia couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
Why didn't I think of checking out what the dishes on these three tables were at that time?
Just calling her name casually, the table was arranged.
Really...
Careless!
