If Tang Ping knew Fan Gu's evaluation of him, he would really say "Q".
He was just wondering now, didn't Xiaoluo go down and make porridge for Wang Qingluan? Why were so many cooks “escaping” him back?
And why did Fan Gu, the little old man who delivered the food at the front, ask himself as soon as he came?
He couldn't tell the difference between the chef's uniforms, but when he saw Fan Gu walking first, pushing a dining cart, he thought he was the hotel's food delivery boy.
Xiao Luo walked around Tang Ping, handed the porridge she was holding to Cui'er, then returned to her previous position and covered her mouth, signaling that she couldn't speak.
She also has her own pride, and of course she won't cheat.
"What does the old gentleman want to see me for?" Tang Ping could only ask Fan Gu.
"It's like this. There are two dishes here. I would like to ask you, sir, to taste them and give you a review."
Fan Gu gently pushed the dining cart in front of Tang Ping. There were not many dishes at first, so one person cooked three dishes, which made six dishes in total, and placed them in front of Tang Ping in order.
Tang Ping was a little confused, looking at the dishes in front of him, and then at Fan Gu, who was looking at him with bright eyes.
He nodded and picked up the tableware. The one on the front was plum blossoms and four vegetables. Tang Ping picked up the plate on the left and took two bites.
After eating, Tang Ping looked at Xiao Luo, Fan Gu, and a group of cooks behind him who were looking at him eagerly. Tang Ping remembered what the little old man said about leaving a review.
So he smashed his mouth and said:
“Delicious, very delicious!”
"..."
Fan Gu felt that his blood was going to speed up. He originally thought that with a great little chef like Xiao Luo carrying around with him, he would be someone who knew about food. However, after eating, he told you how delicious it was. How was that different from those who read it? What's the difference between guys who only comment about "holding grass"?
Isn't this a cow chewing peonies and playing the piano to a cow?
Fan Gu couldn't help coughing as he watched Tang Ping take a few more bites, then nod with satisfaction, and then prepare to eat another plate.
Tang Ping looked up at him in surprise.
"Sir, please rinse your mouth!" Erzi took a step forward at this time and pointed to a glass of water on the dining table.
"Oh!" Tang Ping didn't know why they were so formal, but seeing Xiao Luo standing aside nervously, it probably had something to do with her.
She covered her mouth again and said nothing, so Tang Ping could only do so. I rinsed my mouth and then ate another plate of plum blossoms and four vegetables.
How should I put it, although the presentation of the two dishes is slightly different, they all use the same four vegetarian dishes.
Logically speaking, carrots should all taste like carrots, but Tang Ping could obviously feel that there was a difference in the taste of the carrots in this plate and the other.
So he commented: "It's delicious, this one is delicious too!"
"..."
"Sir, these two dishes should taste different, right?"
"Yes!" Tang Ping nodded, pointing to the first plate and said: "The dishes on this plate should be slightly softer and more flavorful. The other plate should be crisper, and the original taste of the food is more intense."
This time he racked his brains and recalled all the words he could remember from the food programs he had watched in the past twenty years.
"Then...which dish do you think is more delicious, sir?" Fan Gu asked while suppressing his anger. He even felt that he shouldn't let this kid judge it now.
"Which dish is more delicious..." Tang Ping glanced at Xiao Luo. Although Xiao Luo covered her mouth, her expectant look still made Tang Ping understand that one of the dishes was probably made by Xiao Luo. What kind of bet does she have with these cooks?
So he pointed to the second plate without hesitation and said, "I think this one tastes better."
Sure enough, as soon as the words came out, Xiao Luo's eyes narrowed into slits.
"Can I have a taste?" Fan Gu asked.
These two dishes were made for Tang Ping, and because he didn't cook them himself, he upheld professional ethics and didn't taste them before getting Tang Ping's approval.
"Please!" Tang Ping could see that although the number of big and small cooks behind them was large and the tonnage was larger, they were all headed by this little old man. I'm afraid this little old man was not just a simple food delivery boy.
Fan Gu tasted the two dishes respectively, and then frowned, because the first dish, Erzi, was made with real soup. Even though the soup made by Xiao Luo with seasonings tasted similar, it was not the same as the soup. Compared with the soup that is really carefully cooked, the taste level is still a little bit behind.
But Tang Ping just chose the second dish without hesitation.
He didn't know that Xiaoluo had learned to make this dish not long after Tang Ping first arrived in Shanghe Village.
Materials were scarce at that time. Although there was no shortage of food in Tang Ping's shop, he was not a wasteful person. There was no need to use thirty pounds of meat to make thirty pounds of soup.
So at that time, Xiao Luo learned how to serve soup in this way, and then made Tang Ping a dish of plum blossoms and four vegetables.
Now if Tang Ping had to choose, he also felt that the second one tasted more like Xiaoluo's original one, so he naturally chose the right one.
If you really want to talk about it, maybe the first dish is more delicious, but not Tang Ping, he just helps his relatives but doesn't take care of them.
The chef of the state banquet is here today, and Xiao Luo cooked it deliciously.
But today, it was said that Tang Ping was here to criticize, so Fan Gu didn't say anything more and signaled for Tang Ping to continue.
The second dish is braised big fish head.
This time Tang Ping understood the process, and he didn't eat as hard as he did the first dish, but took two small bites separately.
"Well, it's delicious, everything is delicious!"
Seeing Fan Gu's eyes, Tang Ping held it back again:
“The dishes are very fresh, the taste is moderately salty, and the heat is just right.”
Fan Gu sighed, feeling that there was no need to listen anymore. Listening to Jun's words was like listening to a single sentence.
Can the food at the InterContinental Hotel not be fresh? The saltiness and heat of the food are already basic requirements for top chefs.
If Erzi and Xiaoluo can't do this, why don't they serve their dishes for you to judge!
In desperation, after getting Tang Ping's consent, Fan Gu tasted two braised fish heads respectively.
To be honest, Erzi's dish just now tasted better because he cheated because the soup had been prepared long ago, but Xiaoluo refused to serve the soup and adjusted the flavor herself.
But now these two braised big fish heads have different flavors. Erzi's one is better in terms of the taste of the fish, while Xiaoluo's one is better in the deliciousness of the soup.
He can't win by saying that the fish tastes better, because everything in a dish is a whole, and the right to score is not in his hands.
Fan Gu could only ask Tang Ping: "Which dish do you think is more delicious, sir?"
"This one!" This time, Tang Ping pointed at Xiao Luo's one without any surprise.
