"Xue Rou, this guy, has basically never done anything normal except for the one-legged horse."
Huo Jianting was a little far away from Xuerou, but it was quite fun to watch the fire from the other side. Fortunately, the small explosion did not affect other people, and the entire housekeeping room did not burn down like Chen Nanfang did before.
At this time, the girl next to him who didn't speak much, Qimanguli, suddenly laughed a few times.
"Is it funny?" Huo Jianting said: "Speaking of it, it's actually not very funny."
Jian Ting said as he skewered the meat skillfully.
Ziman didn't quite understand what he said, but he cared a little.
She also wanted to help skewer meat, but she realized that raw meat was not as good as she imagined. She accidentally pricked her hand while watching Xuerou having fun while skewering meat.
"Ah!" She immediately walked over to get the medical kit.
At this time, Xuerou saw that Chen Dongsheng's hand was burned because of her, and she also wanted to find the medical kit, but unexpectedly she couldn't find it.
Upon seeing this, Huo Jianting immediately reached for Qiman's medical kit, but when he saw Qiman, he refused to give in, saying that he still wanted to wash the wound and bandage it.
But Huo Jianting ignored her, leaving only a few pieces of waterproof tape that Xuerou and the others didn't need, then took the box away and handed it to Chen Dongsheng.
"The box is here," he said.
"I didn't expect that I would be saved by a single person." Chen Dongsheng sneered.
Huo Jianting clicked his tongue disdainfully: "I didn't expect you to save the one-horse man."
"That's Xuerou, she is the person I like, she is different."
"But she is also a member of the Unicorn Horse, and she is also the captain." Huo Jianting asked Xuerou again, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Seeing that Wen Sheng was busy, Jian Ting took a fire and got some ice water for Xuerou: "You can handle it yourself!"
"Of course, do I need you to grab my hand and soak it in it? I'm not a little girl!"
The two of them looked at each other in a tacit understanding and walked away.
But seeing Qi Man, he felt sulky.
"The look in your eyes makes you feel good, doesn't it?"
"Hmph!" she pouted.
"I just hate the princess disease like you who are so coquettish about every little thing." Huo Jianting said disdainfully.
He just roughly pulled Ziman's hand over, spit on it, wiped it, and then put it on with tape.
I saw Ziman looking disgusted.
"Why do you think so? Poor people like us, if we have an accident or get injured, we can just wipe the saliva on it and it's over. At most, we can just apply a piece of tape and it'll be fine."
After that, he asked her to stay and be responsible for mixing the spices, and he was responsible for skewering the meat.
Seeing this, Qi Man couldn't help but find that Jian Ting's craftsmanship was very mature. The beef that was chopped very finely and was only enough to be skewered with a bamboo stick was actually skewered by his very nimble and skillful hands.
She was very surprised.
Huo Jianting cut her meat into a big piece, and then cut it a little bit thinner.
"The focus of Xinqiang barbecue is the spices, not the meat itself. Only by cutting it finely can it taste better." He said and showed her once more how to serve it.
"When you get there, put the skewers in front of the teacher. Just take a handful, use charcoal fire, and lightly grill them for a few seconds until they are cooked."
Ziman nodded, but heard that she was a little confused.
"You want to ask me why I know so much? I don't know what the authentic Xinqiang barbecue tastes like, but I know very well how the street stalls cook it."
It turned out that Huo Jianting's mother passed away due to overwork when she was very young.
After he came out of the boys' home, he lived alone in a small single room of less than a few square meters. In order to make a living, he had already worked part-time in a barbecue bar in the night market to make money when he was just sixteen years old. What he did the most was, Just grilled meat. However, because he was addicted to "cigarettes", no matter how hard he worked, almost all his change was used to buy cigarettes. Only now that he has stopped smoking, his life has begun to improve.
He looked at Xuerou with emotion: "We laughed at Xuerou, and we laughed happily. However, it doesn't matter if rich people like Xuerou and Chen Dongsheng never know how to cook. They can hire workers, but the conditions are Almost like Zhang Ziyue said, you can ask boys to be responsible for cooking. However, for us poor people, not knowing how to cook is equivalent to death, and it is absolutely not allowed to waste food like Xuerou. I once , I made the meat skewers a little thicker, and the boss scolded me and beat me."
Huo Jianting didn't understand why he suddenly said this to a strange girl.
However, maybe because she rarely talked, he didn't care and regarded her as a dumb rag doll.
Huo Jianting is good at cooking, but only in terms of appearance and experience, especially the sense of meticulousness like a professional chef, and the experience of tasting delicious food, so his cooking ability is not as good as Vincent.
The owner of his part-time barbecue restaurant thought he was quite talented and wanted to recommend him to open a high-end barbecue restaurant where he would be his apprentice. However, he was quickly kicked out by the boss, who said he had eaten too few high-end food. As a result, I am completely out of touch with my personal experience and understanding of "high-end" food.
"Forget it, rich people like you don't know how the poor live their hard lives." Jian Ting said disdainfully.
"I want to understand."
Suddenly, Jian Ting seemed to hear Qi Man talking. He turned his head, but she still looked like a wooden person, so forget it.
"Qi Man seemed to have spoken just now!" Chen Dongsheng, who was taking care of the aftermath of the evil he and Xuerou had done, suddenly said.
"Zi Man? Who is it!" Xuerou asked.
"A friend, forget it, you don't know me well."
Soon, everyone's dishes were ready, and the nun teacher took turns tasting the finished products of the classmates at each table.
"too salty!"
"It is too sweet!"
"It's so sour!"
"It's too spicy. Are you sick? The steak and black pepper are spicy, and so is the soup!"
"The soup is okay, but the steak and foie gras...are just the same."
"Well, it's just like a restaurant."
. . .
. . .
. . .
She first visited a few tables, and her skills were all average.
When she went to a certain table, she only took a sip of the soup, then immediately spat it out and said to the student, "Is this something people drink?"
"No, we think it's okay."
"I don't want what you think, I want what I feel!"
The teacher scolded angrily, scolding the female students at the table to tears, and then prayed hypocritically: "Lord, please forgive me for being rude. I just want to educate them better."
After she left, curious Xuerou approached her.
"Can I have a taste?"
Xuerou took a sip. Whether it was soup or steak, the taste was not very good.
She returned to her seat in a gray state and asked Chen Dongsheng: "Your teacher is so fierce and strict!"
"Of course, I am a Le Cordon Bleu instructor. It is the most authoritative certification body in the world of culinary arts!"
Xuerou listened and thought: That's okay. If we really made this thing, we would probably fail!
If my mother knew that I had obtained the entry-level certification of Le Cordon Bleu... wouldn't I be able to work as a chef in the Cupid Bar? Or, work part-time at a French restaurant! ? It’s exciting just thinking about it!
(The author has something to say: If someone really went to a French restaurant and ate the dishes cooked by Xuerou people, it would be so exciting! Ah! It’s not necessarily true. Maybe, it’s more likely that Xuerou took them out on the first day of work. The kitchen was blown up.)
The teacher ate the same dishes until he vomited. After watching Fan Meini and Guo Haiming's crispy seafood soup and steak, he felt that there was nothing new.
"Steak is okay. But soup, forget it, I don't want to eat it anymore!"
Guo Haiming listened and felt relieved, because there was a five-in-six chance of eating the soup specially prepared by Fan Meini...
but,
"Teacher, please eat it! I promise, our crispy seafood soup is different from others!" Fan Meini said.
Fan Meini took out a cup of soup and gave it to the teacher with trembling hands.
He put another cup in front of Guo Haiming. According to the normal procedure, the students eat first, then the teacher.
Guo Haiming looked at the soup in front of him. He didn't dare to speak: "Are you crazy?"
"I'm not crazy!"
It turned out that Fan Meini saw that several Tangdi classmates in front of her were criticized as worthless, but she felt unwilling for them, so she decided to play a trick on the teacher.
But Fan Meini took a spoonful and took a bite, and the teacher took another spoonful and took a bite.
There was silence for a while now.
I saw the teacher taking out a thick lobster tentacle from the spoon.
"What is this? Have you ever cleaned the lobsters?"
"These are lobster tentacles!" Fan Meini said calmly.
"Did you do it on purpose? Or accidentally?"
"I did it on purpose!"
Guo Haiming felt that Fan Meini was crazy when she heard that she was talking to the teacher in this tone.
"Why?"
"I kept part of the lobster, so people who eat it will know that I am making lobster soup, and I use fresh lobster!"
When Fan Meini said this, the teacher was completely confused.
She took a shallow taste, as if she was still a little unsatisfied, but...
She finished the soup in one mouthful after another and left without leaving any comments.
At this time, Guo Haiming breathed a sigh of relief: "Ah, fortunately, the teacher chose the right soup."
As he spoke, he unconsciously took a mouthful of soup and said, "It tastes so good!"
etc. . . .
It tastes so good! ?
"Yes, it tastes so good!" Fan Meini said again.
At this time, the two of them glared at each other. If it tastes so good...
Isn’t that what the teacher eats?
As we all know, the best evaluation of a teacher is no evaluation.
Everyone was stunned. Legend has it that the last time the teacher ate without giving any evaluation was during a food competition, when he ate the "Sadly Ecstasy Rice" cooked by the Hong Kong Chef God, and without saying a word, he gave full marks.
When the classmates saw this, they were like hungry dogs grabbing food. They just grabbed all their soup without even asking.
"Come on! Dongsheng! Dongsheng!"
"Come on! Vincent!"
"Come on! Shen Yuehong!"
In the end, neither Wensheng nor Yuehong could grab it, and Dongsheng was saved a share by virtue of his status as an injured person.
But……
Everyone ate it and vomited it out.
Dongsheng felt like vomiting after eating it: it was fishy, spicy, sweet, salty, what the hell was it, and it still had a shell! ! ! Is this for human consumption?
Even the pigs can't eat this!
pig! ?
When I think of pigs, there seems to be one next to me.
Yes, Xuerou ate it with gusto: "It tastes great! Fortunately we didn't use their soup, otherwise it would all be wasted!"
"Is Lin Xuerou sick?"
Dongsheng thought to himself, but in order to cater to Xuerou, he risked his life and swallowed it: You won't get sick after eating this, right? No way! ?
At this time, everyone was booing, saying that the teacher was favoring them.
The teacher didn't reply to them, but just smiled lightly, and then laughed louder and louder, and finally he laughed like a devil, so sinister and scary.
When it was extremely gloomy, no one laughed or dared to laugh.
But she's still laughing. . .
