Yan Yu suddenly realized that it was the young man's turn and looked at him involuntarily. Among this group of older chefs, he indeed looked pleasing to the eye.
Gradually, I was attracted by his uniqueness. The other chefs were so busy that they were sweating profusely.
However, he was unhurried and peaceful in his world, and there was no crackling like other chefs. The faint smoke like incense rose from the stove, making the stove he was on seem peaceful and leisurely.
There were all kinds of precious ingredients on the table next to the stove, but he didn't move at all. Yan Yu finally realized that he was making porridge.
The competition is so fierce, he is not showing off his special skills, but he is cooking porridge. How can Shi Nansheng, who is used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, fall in love with a bowl of porridge? He is afraid that he will not be able to escape the fate of elimination.
At this moment, Yan Yu felt that this young man was clearly here to join in the fun.
But after a while, Yan Yu was attracted to him again, and she saw him holding a spoon and turning it carefully in the casserole while cooking, with even and gentle movements.
It seems that he is not making porridge, but painting, so attentively and emotionally, without the slightest trace of fireworks.
The wisps of hot steam coming out of the surface of the casserole made Yan Yu seem to smell the sweet smell of porridge...
It wasn't until he put the porridge into a bowl that Yan Yu came back to his senses and watched him finish the bowl of porridge from beginning to end.
This is a bowl of clear porridge without any ingredients. It is a pure and clear bowl of clear porridge.
Yan Yu was inexplicably looking forward to it, could this bowl of porridge impress Shi Nansheng?
She didn't know how it tasted, but she was moved by the process of making porridge, and she felt inexplicably peaceful.
Xie Fu brought the porridge to Shi Nansheng and the other two people: "You two, please enjoy it."
Huo Jianli and Shi Nansheng only focused on chatting.
Huo Jianli smiled and said: "Brother Shi, if I follow you, your mouth will be in your mouth."
Shi Nansheng sighed: "But I was tricked by someone."
"how do I say this?"
"I ate Huizhou cuisine once in Huizhou a year ago. I have traveled to many places in the past year and have never tasted authentic Huizhou cuisine again. No! It should be the amazing Huizhou cuisine. As a gourmet, After tasting this delicious food, I can never taste it again. This taste is really worse than death. Every day at meal time, my whole body becomes itchy and uncomfortable!"
"Oh, which chef is it that can make Brother Shi know the taste of the marrow so well?"
"I just don't know who made this Huizhou cuisine, but as long as I try it again, I can immediately taste the special taste."
"It's a pity. If we can hire this chef, he will surely make Miss Wang talk."
Seeing that the two of them seemed to be chatting endlessly, Xie Fu said again: "Two gentlemen, the porridge is cold."
Huo Jianli said perfunctorily: "It's too hot. Let it cool down a little."
Just as they were about to talk, Yan Yu's voice suddenly came: "The porridge is already cold, so you two gentlemen haven't tasted it yet."
After hearing this, the two people immediately stopped talking and looked towards Yan Yu.
Huo Jianli explained with a smile: "Miss Yan Yu, when you taste delicious food, you must keep a happy mood in order to truly taste the delicious food. As the saying goes, seven orifices are connected to the heart. If the heart is not happy, the orifices will be stagnant. Brother Shi and I tasted one Another delicious dish, just like going through the motions, but it requires a mood adjustment.”
Shi Nansheng, who was wearing a white Confucian uniform, stroked his beautiful beard and said, "This is exactly the reason."
Yan Yu said in a deep voice: "Have you adjusted it yet?"
Huo Jianli chuckled: "Pin, I'll be here soon. Miss Yan Yu, don't be impatient."
Although the two of them had the demeanor of gourmets, they seemed to be indifferent in Yan Yu's eyes.
The two of them looked at the porridge and were slightly surprised when they saw it was a bowl of clear porridge. Someone was making porridge today, but it was Sichuan clams, shrimp crystals, gold and silver porridge.
What does a bowl of clear porridge mean? Is this a dish?
No matter what, I still wanted to taste it. Shi Nansheng took a shallow spoonful of it with a spoon. There was only one grain of porridge on the spoon, covered with a shallow layer of porridge water, but he didn't eat more.
I don’t know how many more dishes I will taste today, but I want to stay hungry.
Huo Jianli took a sip as usual. The two gourmets looked at each other and unanimously announced their elimination.
Yan Yu was unwilling for some reason. She always felt that the porridge was very different and said, "Why was it eliminated?"
Shi Nansheng said one more thing: "It's boring."
Huo Jianli just smiled and said nothing. There is nothing to comment on a bowl of clear porridge.
Yan Yu said: "You two must have delayed for too long. The porridge has become cold, so it has lost its taste." Then he looked at Fu Xie and asked: "Do you have any other special dishes? Let's make another one. "
Huo Jianli chuckled and said: "Okay, okay, it's our fault, let the little chef make another one." At this moment, he couldn't help but suspect that Miss Yan Yu had something to do with the young chef and was so partial to him.
Xie Fu secretly thought to himself that the two of them missed the time and couldn't taste the real work. He also thought that the two of them knew how to taste real food, so they made such a bowl of simple porridge. The most original taste is The purest flavor, unaffected by any odor.
It seems that the only thing left to do is to impress the public.
"good."
Xie Fu Yingwan returned to the stove, only to find that the stove he had just used had already been used.
Each person only has one chance. He has finished cooking, so it will naturally be someone else's turn.
Yan Yu followed over and said to the old chef who occupied Xie Fu's stove: "Wait a moment and let him make a new one first."
The old chef was stunned and didn't know how to respond, but Fu Xie smiled and said: "No, I don't need to light a fire for this dish, and it doesn't occupy the stove. Just borrow a plate and a knife."
The old chef happily agreed, it had no impact on him, not to mention that Yan Yu was eyeing him with a threatening look.
Xie Fu turned to Yan Yu and said, "Miss Yan Yu, can you help me?"
Yan Yu actually nodded and said, "Just tell me what you need me to do."
She always felt that helping him was helping herself and the young lady. She didn't know why she had this strange feeling. Maybe when he was cooking porridge just now, he was as quiet and selfless as painting, which was a bit familiar to the young lady.
This was the case when the young lady was painting. Even though the sky was falling apart outside, she was concentrating on her work without being affected at all.
It sounds simple, but how many people can do it? Yan Yu has been with the young lady for a long time, and she understands it very well.
Xie Fu took a big plate and said, "Help me carry the plate."
"that's all?"
Yan Yu was like a wooden man holding a plate with both hands, but when he saw Fu Xie walking away, he couldn't help but ask again: "What are you doing?"
Xie Fu didn't answer, but he went to the yard to collect some green bamboo leaves and brought them back.
Seeing Fu Xie place the bamboo leaves directly on the plate, Yan Yu couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you wash it?"
Xie Fu smiled: "They don't know."
Yan Yu wanted to laugh in her heart, but she glared at Xie Fu, "Don't waste the opportunity I finally fought for with you."
Here, Fu Xie has already started to work, cutting the ginger into shreds, cutting shredded radish, garlic slices, orange slices, and mixing rice vinegar and soybean fermentation sauce...
After preparing these condiments, Xie Fu caught a Songjiang perch, held the fish in his hand, and directly peeled off the scales without a cutting board.
Yan Yu saw the fish struggling desperately in his hands. Although it was firmly held by him and would not let go, the struggling fish was worried that he would be cut by the sharp kitchen knife and couldn't help but groan.
Xie Fu concentrated on peeling off the fish scales without looking at her, but said lightly: "The plate is stable."
Only then did Yan Yu realize that the plate had been tilting slowly and unconsciously as his arms maintained the same movement for a long time, and he responded: "I know."
This Songjiang perch was still alive after the scales were removed. Xie Fu did not beat it to death, but directly took the fillets from the live fish body. The kitchen knife in his hand was like a spring breeze, light and soft, and the fillets were as thin as cicada wings. After careful comparison and identification, each piece seems to be of the same size, which is a great test of craftsmanship. The fish may not be able to be cut so thinly if it is motionless, not to mention that this living bass is shaking from time to time.
Yan Yu watched the fish fillets as thin as cicada wings falling on the plate, feeling as if he was splashing ink.
This is not cooking, this is clearly...painting.
Xie Fu was very fast. In a short time, the fattest and most tender fish meat on both sides of the carp weighing three kilograms was cut. The four bamboo slices placed on the big plate were also covered with crystal clear meat. fillet.
Place two plates spaced apart in the middle of the large plate. Pour soy fermented sauce on one plate and rice vinegar on the other. The fish fillets cover the edge of the plate. At first glance, it looks like two small red and white lakes on the plate, with piles of fish on the edge. Cut the fish fillets into small piles and add mint directly. Although the mint is small, it looks like hibiscus on this plate.
Yan Yu just watched Xie Fu arrange the shredded ginger, shredded radish, garlic slices, and orange slices, and they turned into a picture.
The more Yan Yu looked at it, the more curious and surprised he became. This was not a dish, it was clearly an exquisite work of art!
Is he cooking? He was clearly painting, a different living painting.
Yan Yu's eyes were fixed on this painting, no! this dish.
The bamboo leaves on the bottom are like an oasis, the orange slices are hanging straight like a flying pavilion, the onion slices are dotted like lotus leaves, the ginger strands are stacked like rockeries, and the rose hills are like a corridor, as vivid as a real scene.
Even better...
Xie Fu said: "Go over quickly, otherwise you will miss it."
Yan Yu didn't know why she listened to his instructions. She picked up the big plate with both hands and walked towards Shi Nansheng cautiously, fearing that a shake would ruin the beautiful scenery.
Huo Jianli joked: "Miss Yan Yu personally served the dish. The two of us must taste this dish."
Shi Nansheng agreed and said with a smile: "Then take one more bite."
They only took one bite of each dish, and eating more would give Yan Yu a lot of face.
Yan Yu didn't say anything. She held the plate in her hands as if they were priceless treasures. She placed the large plate on the table gently and skillfully.
The moment the two gourmets saw this dish, their expressions froze and their eyes were fixed on this dish that was as vivid as the real scene.
As a gourmet, I have never seen any dish or eaten any dish, but for the first time I was shocked without smelling the aroma or tasting the taste. It is really amazing that a dish can be made so beautiful!
Just looking at it makes people feel as if they are in the beautiful scenery and feels happy. This scenery is really lifelike and wonderful.
Yan Yu saw the two people moved and stared at the dish, feeling secretly happy in her heart. Regardless of whether it was delicious or not, the beauty of the scene had shocked the two of them, and she urged: "Try it."
Shi Nansheng immediately raised his hand and interrupted: "Don't speak yet."
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