The leisurely countryside of the live broadcasting mountain master

Chapter 295 Standards
Money is the standard by which everything is measured.

As long as you get the money, even if you rely on your own physical defects, disabilities, diseases, dead fathers, horses, and family to get the money, then you are still a genius.

This is the evaluation standard of society, and it has been like this for the past 30 to [-] years.

Everyone has nothing to say, Niubi can brag as much as he wants, but when it comes to comparing money... Everyone really can't compare with the rich second generation.

Isn't it just a few bad money?
This is easy to say, but most people really only have a sour feeling when they say it.

Yu Yishan said with a smile: "Okay, it's just cooking, we've discussed such a profound issue...Young Master Feng is right, it's not a very complicated thing to become a chef..."

"So, go ahead and make potato shreds."

Yu Yishan picked up the rotten potatoes in front of Master Feng, and said to the fans: "Since Master Feng has never been in the kitchen, everyone should not be too demanding on him... I will give him a hand. Just shred the potatoes and leave them to me."

Shan Ye spoke, and the fans did not object.

Just like playing chess, it is a kind of pride that a veteran can make you a horse and a horse.

Yu Yishan picked up the kitchen knife and cut the potato shreds in two or three strokes.

Yu Yishan's knife skills are naturally different, no matter what kind of potato shreds are cut, everyone is already pleasing to the eye when seeing him move the knife.

After the potatoes were shredded, Yu Yishan asked the thin fans to start cooking, and first showed Feng Shao a demonstration.

Although thin fans are not used to this kind of cooking in a big pot, they finally cooked up this pot of shredded potatoes.

"How about it?"

Skinny fans are looking forward to Yu Yishan's comments.

"good."

Yu Yishan sprinkled some chopped green onion casually: "Based on the standard of home cooking, this is a qualified stir-fried shredded potato."

The skinny fans were a little reconciled: "What is the standard for home cooking? Is it a very low standard?"

Yu Yishan said with a smile: "Standard... Actually, it doesn't matter whether it's high or low. The food is for eating. As long as the people who eat it are satisfied, it's up to the standard."

"Then by the standards of a chef?"

"The standard of a chef..."

Yu Yishan smiled wryly and said: "There is no standard for a chef. According to the hotel's standard, your shredded potatoes are too cooked, not soaked or blanched enough to be crispy... Then, the taste is a little bit stronger."

"It smells heavy? I don't think it smells heavy?"

"So, that's the standard difference."

Yu Yishan explained: "If you cook at home, you naturally cook according to your own taste, but in a business place, the taste of the food must be bland."

"Oh?"

"Because everyone's taste is different. People with strong tastes will complain about bland food at most when they eat bland food..."

Yu Yishan explained to everyone: "But people with mild taste can't eat food with strong taste at all... They feel that they are about to be crushed to death."

"This principle applies to many dishes."

"For example, mutton, do you think it's better to stew the mutton to a lesser extent, or to make it more chewy?"

"Maybe everyone thinks that everyone's tastes are different, so it's hard to have a standard."

"But for the catering industry, especially for big hotels, everyone can accept that the stewed mutton is a little bit bad. Some people may think it's not so delicious, but they can still eat it."

"But if it's not stewed, those who can't chew it will probably curse."

"In addition, the customer groups of big hotels are basically middle-aged and above..."

"It's different when you switch to a supper food stall. It's heavy salty, spicy, heavy flavored...so, this is the standard difference."

Yu Yishan patted the thin fan on the shoulder: "According to our standards today, your shredded potatoes are qualified."

Master Feng laughed loudly at the side: "The standard is that it doesn't require how delicious it is, as long as it's not bad?"

Yu Yishan said calmly: "Your understanding is not wrong."

Feng Shao's confidence doubled immediately: "Okay, it's my turn to cook."

Everyone evaded one after another, impatiently waiting for him to make a fool of himself on stage.

Yu Yishan briefly explained to him how to use the integrated environmentally friendly gas stove, mainly the control of firepower and wind, and then silently retreated to the side.

Young Master Feng had been observing for a long time, and his movements at this time were not unfamiliar. He poured the oil into the pot in a decent manner, and stirred it a few times with a large spoon.

The shredded potatoes are just rinsed with water a few times. If the requirements are not high, it is no problem to fry them.

When the oil is slightly heated, Fengshao pours the shredded potatoes into the pot, and stirs them well.

Salt MSG Chicken Essence White Vinegar...

Turn off the heat and take out the pot.

Feng Shao actually finished frying the potato shreds smoothly.

"How about it? I said that cooking is very simple, right?"

Feng Shao was a little self-satisfied. He pointed to the plate of potato shreds he fried and said, "Come on, have a taste, and see if this potato shreds is qualified according to your standards."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one went up to try the dishes.

Yu Yishan scratched his head: "You still don't need to try it, your potato shreds... In some places, it is still qualified, but the taste is still a little different from ours."

"What flavor is different?"

Feng Shao was a little puzzled: "What's the matter, you feel that the taste is standard enough when you eat his potato shreds, but the taste is different when you eat my fried potato shreds?"

Yu Yishan rubbed his nose: "I think my evaluation is quite fair, um... let's continue cooking grass carp in braised sauce."

Feng Shao was still a little puzzled, but Fatty Feng laughed at the side at this time: "Hahaha, I have never seen anyone who can't even tell the difference between salt and sugar!"

There is a joke that salt and sugar are unclear. In some cities, the commonly used brands of salt and sugar have similar particle sizes. If you don’t distinguish carefully, it is really difficult to distinguish clearly. It also often appears in film and television dramas.

But in the city where Yu Yishan is located, the person who can confuse salt with sugar is really a weirdo.

It can only be said that Master Feng really has no cooking experience, so he doesn't know these seasonings at all.

The skinny fan couldn't help but smile triumphantly at this time: "Eat up that bowl of shredded potatoes by yourself, and then obediently get the dish soap to wash your hair!"

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

Young Master Feng seemed to feel something was wrong, he picked up the shredded potatoes that he had fried with a puzzled expression, and stuffed a chopstick into his mouth.

Then, his brows jumped twice.

"It's a little bit heavier than what you eat in the hotel, but it suits my own taste. Is there any problem?"

Master Feng threw the remaining shredded potatoes on the table, and said to the boys he brought, "Try it."

(End of this chapter)