Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 994

Eating lemon and chicken feet relieved the heat, and Meng Shihan ate one bite, enjoying himself.

The men are chatting nearby.

"Brother, what's your surname, how many years have you been a chef?" Li Daxia gave Yang Song the smoke.

Yang Song tweeted: "Your surname is Yang. I haven't been a chef for a few years. I became a chef after graduating from university."

This sentence has stabbed a hornet's nest.

With a backhand, Li Daxia patted his son on the head: "Your boy learned from others, went to college, became a chef, and has such a beautiful girlfriend. What about you? Three, which one do you have? Why did I give birth to you?" use?"

Li Gui was very aggrieved: "It sounds like you have gone to college."

"I said you, I've never made me proud by offering you delicious food and drink."

"Maybe he went to Yeji University, otherwise why didn't he tell you where he graduated from?" Li Gui said eloquently.

Yang Song: "University of Los Angeles, honorary graduate."

Li Daxia went directly to his feet this time: "Did you hear that? People didn't say it at first, it was because of modesty, do you understand the traditional virtues of China?"

Li Gui covered his head, forgot to cover his buttocks, and hid in a corner: "Yang, so what if you graduated from college? Didn't you become a cook? Don't think that I don't know that you new cooks are all caught in the back kitchen. Trained like a grandson, you are not as good as me, I am the son of the boss!"

"How dare you tell me, kid!" Li Daxia felt for the rolling pin out of nowhere.

Yang Song stopped him and said, "When I was about to graduate from college, I drove a snack cart. I made some money and opened my own store, um. Be my own boss."

Hello, boss's son.

Yang Song didn't intend to argue with this kid at first, but this kid's arrogant tone made him feel uncomfortable.

"Contemporary young people should not be like you."

What upset Yang Song the most was that this kid still dared to wink at Meng Shihan.

My lord, you stinky brat.

"Chef Li, have you washed this potato stewed chicken twice? There is no residue after eating, and the fishy smell is removed very well. Did you use the yellow bar to remove the fishy smell?"

Li Daxia admired him even more: "Yes, I first used a large amount of water to remove the fat from the chicken, but it didn't feel clean, so I stewed it again."

Yang Songdao: "The second time, you can actually brew it with boiling water, there is no need to stew it again, it will easily cause the nutrition loss of the chicken, and it will also cause the meat to lose its fragrance, and to remove the fishy smell, you can use green plum wine or Huadiao. Erguotou can also be used, but the onion, ginger and garlic must be soaked in the wine water before serving, I call this homemade cooking wine.”

When cooking stew, onion, ginger and garlic are always indispensable.

As Yang Song said, Li Daxia took a notebook and wrote it down.

"Yes, it's no wonder that many diners say that my stewed chicken with potatoes is clean, but not fragrant enough." Li Daxia poured a cup of tea for Yang Song himself, and asked, "How about some spicy chicken nuggets?"

This Li Daxia is open-minded and reasonable, and the lemon chicken feet he made surprised Yang Song.

The deliciousness of my Great China is hidden among the people.

"Spicy chicken nuggets, in addition to the spicy millet, I suggest you make some chili sauce and chili soy sauce by yourself, and make two flavors. When frying, you can add the sauce according to the preferences of the guests. You can make this chicken nugget more delicious. I prefer saliva chicken instead of spicy chicken nuggets. Spicy chicken nuggets are fried and stewed, so it is more suitable to put chili sauce, while saliva chicken is boiled, so it is marinated with chili to taste."

Spicy chicken nuggets and saliva chicken are both spicy, both in terms of method and taste.

As for Kung Pao Chicken, Yang Song will not comment this time.

"Can I borrow the kitchen?"

"Okay, this way please." Li Daxia slapped his son away to make way for Yang Song.

When he arrived in the kitchen and picked up the kitchen knife, Yang Song was no longer the gentle young man with a bookish look, but a hunting boy like an eagle and a lone wolf.

"To make Kung Pao Chicken, many chefs like to use chicken breast, but I prefer to use chicken thigh."

Yang Song deftly deboned the chicken leg, removed the fascia, and cut it into strips and into small pieces.

Li Daxia watched with bright eyes: "It's amazing how easy it is to cut chicken thighs into pieces of the same size."

While the chicken thighs were marinating, Yang Song started to fry the peanuts.

When frying peanuts, you need to choose the most suitable oil temperature. It should not be high, as the peanuts will easily become mushy, and it should not be low, so that the aroma of the peanuts cannot be stimulated.

"Six-point oil is the best, pay attention to adjust the fire."

Stir-fry a few times, the peanuts come out of the pan, Yang Song thickens the small pieces of chicken, and stir-fries them all in one go. At the last moment, peanuts are added to blend the flavors.

It takes only 8 minutes for a plate of Kung Pao Chicken to come out of the pan.

"Try it." Yang Song took off his apron lightly and went to wash his hands.

Li Gui also quietly took the chopsticks and came over: "It sounds like that, I wonder if it's bragging?"

He was very disdainful, and he didn't believe that Yang Song could really cook.

"There are a lot of fake tricks that just talk but don't practice these days."

A piece of meat goes into the mouth.

"Ok?"

Li Gui was shocked: "Why do I think it's delicious? It's even better than my father's! Illusion, it's definitely an illusion."

Another chopstick.

The entrance is salty and fresh, with a slight paste aroma and spicy taste, with a sour aftertaste, which seems to be the taste of authentic Kung Pao Chicken.

Li Gui put down his chopsticks like a storm.

Snapped!
Another slap on the head, it's my own father.

Li Daxia: "Don't be reincarnated like a starving ghost, save some for your own father."

"Oh." Li Gui only thought that it was really delicious. He was still too young after all. How calm his own father was?

call!
Li Daxia stood up suddenly, and bowed deeply to Yang Song: "Chef Yang, you are really amazing. Compared with you, I can cook like shit! Thank you for allowing me to eat authentic Kung Pao Chicken today." Man."

Li Gui was stunned, his father had cooked all his life and had never seriously admired anyone, yet now he actually bowed to Yang Song.

What he didn't know was that Li Daxia was very surprised. He ate a mouthful of chicken and a mouthful of peanuts. He even ate the green onion in it.

"There is nothing bad on the plate, even the side dishes are delicious."

"Only the most authentic Kung Pao Chicken can achieve this level."

Northern style cuisine, Kung Pao Chicken is the representative, delicious is delicious, it can be taken out to a state banquet, but not everyone can handle the salty, spicy, and sour taste so properly.

Yang Songdao: "The most important thing for this dish is the heat and the thickening. If you grasp the heat and thicken it well, it will be ready. The thickening you made was too early. This dish must not be thick. Thicken it well. Put it in the pot immediately to ensure the slightly sour aftertaste, otherwise the sour taste will go to the front, and the dish will be ruined as if it is rotten."

Li Daxia: "I understand."

When cooking, the most taboo is talking on paper.

If Yang Song just explained to Li Daxia at the dinner table, then Yang Song must have finished talking, and Li Daxia thought he knew it, so he really started: "What the hell is it?"

Otherwise, Li Daxia would feel that Yang Song was teasing him.

Only Yang Song personally cooks the dishes, impresses with the taste, and then explains.

Li Daxia: "I understand."

Li Gui: "I don't know anything else, but this brother Yang seems to be really good. No wonder his girlfriend is so beautiful."

He has a real point.

"Brother Yang, your eyesight is sharp and your tongue is even stronger. I admire you, old Li." Li Daxia asked where Yang Song's shop is again: "I'll visit another day."

"We have to go back to open the shop, so let's go back first." Yang Song wrote the address by hand, and hurried away with Meng Shihan.

"The store must be small. I guess there is only one chef, Yang Song, and one waiter. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to go back to open the store." Li Gui still felt that he was superior.

"Shut up, that brother Yang can make such authentic Kung Pao Chicken so easily, I don't think the business in the store will be bad." Li Daxia looked down on his son's deadly virtue.

"Our family's store, even if you are not here occasionally, the business is good. You don't have to go anywhere and come back in a hurry. That's because we have a chef in the back kitchen and a waiter in the front hall. This Yang Song still has time to go back to open the store. He can’t be open [-]/[-] during the day, the business must be bad, he’s just a blind cat and a dead mouse, and this Kung Pao Chicken is just a good one.” Li Gui insisted on his pride of being a rich second generation.

"Hmph, isn't it just that she looks fairer than me, looks a little bit handsomer than me, and is more educated than me? What's there to be proud of?"

"Go to the back kitchen and wash the dishes, don't be angry with me."

(End of this chapter)