Early the next morning, when Ma Hua got up, it was still dark and he went out. Instead of going to work, he went to the market early and bought an old hen with his family's meat stamps and some money. , asked someone to help with it, and then went to the steel rolling mill.
In this era, supply is limited and it is a planned economy. People all over the country are tightening their belts, so buying everything requires tickets. To buy food, you need food stamps, to buy oil, you need oil stamps, to buy meat, you need meat stamps, and to buy bicycles, you need stamps. Bicycle tickets, sometimes these tickets are more valuable than money, because in this era, you can't buy anything even if you have money but no tickets.
Ma Hua carried the old hen and walked into the back kitchen. At this time, everyone in the back kitchen had already arrived. When they saw Ma Hua coming in, they all looked at him in surprise. You must know that for more than a year, Ma Hua has been very happy every time. I have come a long time ago, and I have never come as late as today. Although I am not late, it is still rare and attracts everyone's attention.
Ma Hua ignored everyone's surprised looks, carried the old hen to Silhou Zhu who was sitting on the chair, and shouted softly.
"Master!" Everyone was stunned. Unexpectedly, in just one night, Ma Hua changed his words to Silly Zhu. What happened?
The little fat man was even more stunned. He was trying to flatter Silly Zhu just to become his disciple and learn a good cooking skill. How could he be so silent on weekdays? Did MCA take the lead?
There was a trace of jealousy in the little fat man's eyes, but with a bright smile on his face, he quickly stood up and congratulated Ma Hua.
"Ma Hua, congratulations!" Liu Lan and others also nodded in agreement and expressed congratulations to Ma Hua. Only Silly Zhu sat there motionless, glanced at the old hen held by Ma Hua, and asked in surprise.
"Why are you buying old hens so early in the morning?" Ma Hua put the old hen in his hand on the table next to him, then he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Silly Zhu who didn't know why.
"Master, didn't you accept me yesterday? I remember that there are rules in old age. To become a disciple, you need to give a bundle. As a gift, the disciple doesn't have anything good at home. So I went to the market to buy an old hen and give it to you. , let you go home and stew it, it can be regarded as the disciple's kindness!" Silly Zhu looked at Ma Hua for a moment, and took a deep look at Ma Hua. He did not expect that Ma Hua went to buy an old hen so early in the morning that it was actually given to him. Originally, Ma Hua bought the hen for himself. He thought that Ma Hua had slacked off because he had become his teacher, so he came so late, and he was still a little dissatisfied. Now that the truth was revealed, he felt a sense of shame in his heart.
"You kid, you are not rich, why are you spending this unjust money? There is such etiquette in old age, but now it is no longer popular!" Although Shazhu has not been to school for a few days, he is a famous teacher after all. The rules of apprenticeship and learning are very clear. Disciples must give a few kinds of bouquets as a gift to apprentice. But these days, no one is rich and life is very difficult, so these old rules are It’s invalid, it’s no longer important.
Liu Lan looked at the satisfied smile on Sha Zhu's face and immediately joked.
"Si Zhu, don't be obedient when you get an advantage. This is MCA's way of honoring you. Just enjoy it secretly in your heart!" Si Zhu was not a scheming person at all. Hearing Liu Lan's joke, he grinned. , grinning from ear to ear. Although he complained about MCA spending money unnecessarily, in fact, he would not be happy with MCA's sensibleness. Where could he find such a filial apprentice?
"Liu Lan, don't praise him. This kid is prone to twisting his tail without being praised!" Silly Zhu stood up and patted Ma Hua on the shoulder very hard. He was obviously very pleased with Ma Hua's actions. He accepted his apprentice last night. It was one thing not to mention these rules, but it was another thing for MCA to be sensible. The master and apprentice suddenly became much closer.
After a busy morning, everyone in the kitchen finally had time to rest. They all left the kitchen and chatted with acquaintances to relieve their boredom. Only Sha Zhu and Ma Hua were left in the kitchen.
Silly Zhu looked at the empty kitchen, waved to Ma Hua, glanced at the stove and said.
"In the past year, you kid, every time you finish your work, you will stare at the stove and watch me and the chefs cooking. You have learned a lot from it. Today you will use the remaining potato shreds to make a hot and sour potato shreds. Let me see. What exactly have you learned, so that I can understand your level and think about how to teach you something!" Although Shazhu doesn't understand some profound principles, he also knows how to teach students in accordance with their aptitude. The level of the apprentice determines the teaching progress. The key factor is that fortunately, MCA's knife skills are already very good, so there is no need to waste time honing the knife skills.
I think back then, when Sha Zhu was learning how to cook, even though he was taught by his father He Daqing, he spent three years cutting meat first, honing his knife skills bit by bit. The quality of his knife skills determines the processing of ingredients, and the subsequent heat and cooking techniques. Seasoning plays a vital role.
Ma Hua is also not afraid of the stage. Although he has not worked on the stove for more than a year in the kitchen, he now lives alone and practices the skills he has learned on weekdays. His cooking skills have skyrocketed, to put it bluntly. , his control over the heat and seasoning has become very good, and he can be regarded as a qualified chef.
MCA divides the level of chefs into six levels: apprentice, third-rate chef, second-rate chef, first-rate chef, culinary master, and culinary master.
Nowadays, Shazhu can be said to have just stepped into the realm of culinary masters, and Ma Hua has temporarily set his cooking level as the level of a third-rate chef. It’s not that he is not very skilled, but because he only knows some home-cooked dishes. , knows that there are too few dishes, otherwise he will be at least as good as a second-rate chef, or even as strong as a first-rate chef.
With a calm expression, Ma Hua raised the fire. The hot flame shone on his still slightly immature face, but he exuded a calm air. He was very steady. He heated up the pot methodically, then poured in the oil, and waited until The oil started to smoke. When it was 60 to 70% hot, I poured the oil out and poured in the cold oil again. Then I began to stir-fry the various ingredients step by step. The flames rose and the firelight shone. Silly Zhu stood aside. He nodded frequently as he watched, and it turned out that this guy from Ma Hua is indeed very qualified. His ability to make spicy and sour potato shreds is no less than that of several other chefs.
Finally, Ma Hua cooked a little balsamic vinegar into the iron pot. It evaporated instantly, leaving only the aroma of vinegar. Ma Hua then picked up the pot, scooped out the shredded potatoes, put them on a plate, and threw the frying spoon into the pot. Put the shredded potatoes in front of Shazhu and let him comment.
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