The confession was rejected, and the school belle's persona jumped up

Sun Daguo didn't know what was going on outside, but he was also surprised to see that Jiang Yi had to go to work in the back kitchen.

"Jiang Yi, this is really not a place for you. It's not that uncle doesn't want you to come in. It's just too much space. How can a college student like you bear it?"

"Hurry up and go out with Uncle. Just now I saw a guest outside messing around. I'm going to go out and deal with it."

Sun Daguo said that he was going to drag Jiang Yi out, but he didn't expect Jiang Yi to stop him directly.

"I know everything about Uncle Sun's outside world. I came back to make Kung Pao Chicken for him, and it's authentic."

As soon as Jiang Yi said this, the expression on Sun Daguo's face was also surprised and embarrassed.

"What do you say you can make Kung Pao Chicken, and it's still authentic. Didn't you go to school all the time? How did you know this kind of skill? I remember that no one in your family knows how to do it."

Sun Daguo was born as a professional Sichuan cuisine chef. Hearing Jiang Yi's insincere words now, it was obvious that he was saying that his dishes were not authentic.

However, Jiang Yi had already seen what Sun Daguo meant, and hurried forward and said, "Uncle Sun, don't get me wrong, I'm actually not saying that your dishes are not good."

"There are actually many kinds of Sichuan cuisine, and even for the same dish, each master is different, and the style taught is also different."

"Maybe, Uncle Sun, the taste of the dishes you cook doesn't meet the habits of this customer. Why don't I cook one for him, and keep it so that he can't say anything."

Jiang Yi explained everything that happened outside just now, and told Sun Daguo that they had already made a bet.

Sun Daguo was also a little worried when he heard this: "But if you make this bet with him, you probably don't have much chance to win, right?"

"Uncle Sun is not afraid of losing some money, it's just a trivial matter, if the customer is not satisfied and smashes our signboard, what do you think?"

Sun Daguo's consideration was not unreasonable. After all, many customers were so unreasonable. Even if they refunded all their money, they would make a fuss. In short, if they didn't find something to do, they seemed to be extremely uncomfortable.

Their back kitchen is not big, only Jiang Yi and Sun Daguo are left in the kitchen, Sun Daguo looks anxious, but Jiang Yi's face is neither salty nor salty.

And without asking Sun Daguo for instructions, Jiang Yi directly took out a piece of chicken leg meat from the ingredients bureau, put his left hand on the chopping board while pressing his muscles, and held a large kitchen knife in his right hand, and began to skillfully cut the meat.

"Uncle Sun, this matter is on my shoulders. You don't have to worry about it. The most important thing now is to quickly make this Kung Pao Chicken and shut his mouth."

"If things go wrong, I'll take care of everything. I'm going to take over your restaurant. If something goes wrong, it's my interests that will be lost, right?"

"I don't worry about what you are so worried about now, hurry up, don't think so much, give me a hand, and pass me all the seasonings."

Sun Daguo's heart was also up and down, not a little bit, but when he saw Jiang Yi's skillful muscle-cutting movements, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This kid's knife skills are very good. Judging by his muscle-cutting posture and strength, he is even and powerful, and his speed is very fast. If he doesn't have a few years of kung fu, he will definitely not be able to do it.

Even when Sun Daguo himself was learning cooking, it took him five years to cut vegetables to this level.

"And you kid is really hiding it. This meat-cutting technique is really good. What's the matter? Do you practice it often?"

After much deliberation, Sun Daguo couldn't think of when Jiang Yi learned this technique, so he finally couldn't help asking.

Jiang Yi smiled faintly: "Just take it as my hobby. No matter who you are, as long as you do what you like, you will definitely make achievements, and you will surpass ordinary people."

"This truth is not only reflected in me, but in fact, it can also be seen in those outstanding figures such as famous artists and scientists."

"I love cooking, so naturally I spend all my time on it, and it's not surprising that I can make good dishes."

Jiang Yi said it seriously, but in fact he had already laughed in his heart.

Hehe, just having hobbies is not enough, it depends on talent, and my talent is to have this universal system.

It's just that there is no way to tell Sun Daguo about this matter, nor let anyone know about it, otherwise they will definitely regard themselves as monsters.

Sun Daguo was dubious, but seeing Jiang Yi's proficient cooking skills, he forgot many questions and hurried over to help Jiang Yi.

"Deng deng deng deng!"

The big iron knife makes an even and rhythmic sound on the wooden board. Even if you don't have to see it with your own eyes, just by hearing the rhythm of cutting vegetables, you can conclude that this person must have good cooking skills.

Sun Daguo stared intently at the movements in Jiang Yi's hands, and the expression on his face gradually changed from surprise to shock.

"Stab!"

While Sun Daguo was in deep thought, the oil in the pot was already hot, Jiang Yi directly poured the ingredients in his hand, a puff of white smoke came out from the pot, and the whole back kitchen was instantly filled with a strong aroma.

Sun Daguo couldn't help sniffing, and his eyes widened when he smelled it lightly: "This smell is too delicious, I don't know how many times more fragrant than the one I made just now."

"Jiang Yi, you're good at this skill. Who did you learn it from? Tell me honestly, it's not your father who secretly taught you?"

Sun Daguo thought for a while, but before Jiang Yi could answer, he shook his head again.

"No, I know your dad very well. I never knew he could cook in the kitchen. He definitely didn't teach you this cooking skill. How did it come about?"

Faced with Sun Daguo's pressing inquiries, Jiang Yi could only smile helplessly, stirring the shovel with one hand, and frying the diced chicken in the pot over and over again.

The aroma gradually wafted out of the kitchen, even Xiaomi who was sitting at the cash register could smell it, and even a little bit of saliva flowed from his mouth.

"What's the smell? It's too fragrant. Could it be the Kung Pao Chicken that Jiang Yi said he wanted to cook himself?"

Xiaomi remembered what Jiang Yi said just now, and smelled the fragrance again, and the blush on his face gradually faded away.

She is now more and more aware that Jiang Yi is like an inexhaustible treasure, full of skills all over his body, which will be displayed at the right time, and then amaze everyone in one fell swoop.

A few minutes later, Jiang Yi picked up the frying pan and weighed it. The Kung Pao Chicken was lifted high into the air from the bottom of the pan, rolled over, like spreading a blanket, and covered it again.