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The little chef is here.

Is the little chef going to cook? I want to order food.

So lucky today!

When they saw Su Jing, many guests actually recognized it. In fact, even if Su Jing was called the Chef God of Qingyun Town, the popularity of this title was still far from that of celebrities, and it was difficult for anyone to recognize him on the street. If anyone recognizes Su Jing, it is probably because of his identity as a master of guqin, not as a chef.

However, those who come to Zhenhong Seafood for dinner have a much higher probability of knowing Su Jing. After all, some people like this restaurant because they come here because of its famous name. In addition, the special signature dishes on the menu also have Su Jing's name on it. Of course, regular customers know that these dishes are hard to eat, and this little chef rarely cooks.

No, I don't know how to cook, I'm just here to fight. Su Jing waved his hand.

No, you still have to fight. Several customers stared at Le Le, unable to understand. In their opinion, the store manager Su Zhenhong gave this little chef a fight. It's almost the same.

A Jing, what are you going to make a fuss about? Su Zhenhong heard the movement outside and couldn't help laughing when he saw Su Jing entering the kitchen.

I'll help you and cut vegetables for you, Su Jing said.

What kind of wind is this blowing? Su Zhenhong and Liu Shu both laughed. Before Su Jing's cooking skills had not been shown, they had asked him to fight, but he refused, preferring to do it himself. Now that you have become a little chef, will you fight back?

Auntie, let me cut it. Su Jing took a fish from Liu Shu's hand, put it on the cutting board, and then unfolded the thickly rolled cloth in his hand. Knife.

The tool is quite peculiar. Su Zhenhong said with a smile.

Su Jing smiled and didn't speak. He picked up a soft knife and began to remove the scales. The action was quick and effective, and the scales were scattered like snowflakes. Just this one hand made Su Zhenhong and Liu Shu's eyes widen. Zhao Mengxiang just walked in, and when she saw this scene, she was also surprised: Ajing, it turns out that you lost your scales like this, so fast.

Su Jing didn't answer, she concentrated and peeled off the whole fish in a moment. Then he opened his stomach with a knife, split his head with a knife, and removed his internal organs.

Shu Shou Shou Su Jing was like a cook who was trying to solve a cow. He quickly cut the fish into thin slices, and placed them on the plate in a circle. It seemed that each slice was equally thin, and it was placed like a peacock with an open screen. shape, and those bones have all been removed.

Okay, where did you learn this skill? Su Zhenhong was amazed.

I went to the big hotel to learn. Su Jing told a small lie.

Wow, all the bones have been peeled off, but they are still connected. Zhao Mengxiang exclaimed, picking up the bones on the cutting board, they brought them all together, and they were still connected. There was very little fish meat on them, basically. No waste.

This is the little chef. Liu Shu smiled.

Actually, I just learned it a few days ago. Su Jing smiled and continued to cut other vegetables, whether it was fish, pork, eggplant, tomato... In Su Jing's hands, they were all cut like works of art, fast and easy. Perfect. Su Zhenhong, Zhao Mengxiang, and Liu Shu were all stunned. Last time, a hotel chef showed off his knife skills in the kitchen, and they were impressed. However, they found that compared to Su Jing's current knife skills, the chef was really weak.

Su Zhenhong didn't stay idle either, and started cooking with the ingredients Su Jing prepared. After serving, many diners noticed that the various dishes were like works of art, and the knife work was amazing. Maybe because of the knife work, the dishes are a little more delicious. Everyone guessed that this should be the relationship between the little chef, and the little chef is really extraordinary.

At this time, a chubby middle-aged man and a thin young man walked into the store. As soon as they sat down, the thin young man waved to Zhao Mengxiang and shouted, Is your little chef here? Can you invite him out to cook?

This phenomenon of asking Su Jing to cook by name occurs every day, so Zhao Mengxiang was not surprised and said: He is in the store, he doesn't cook now, but when he starts, you can eat all kinds of things he has a part in. vegetable.

Let's fight? The thin young man was stunned for a while, while the short and fat middle-aged man glanced at the dishes on the tables next to him, then squinted his eyes suddenly, showing a look of surprise. He could see that the knife skills of all the dishes were Very superb.

Third uncle, does this little chef have a false name, how can he attack? The thin young man pouted.

Stinky boy, take a closer look at the dishes next to you. I didn't teach you that a dish that is full of flavor, fragrance, shape, and nourishment can be regarded as a top-level dish. Among them, the first thing is the color and shape. If a dish looks It’s ugly, it’s hard to make people have appetite. And if you want to have a good color and shape, you must have a good knife work. In addition, the use of knife work will greatly affect the taste and taste. And the knife work of these dishes, look at It is absolutely superb, there is probably only one of our Wangjia restaurant chain that is close to this kind of knife craftsmanship. The chunky middle-aged man said.

So powerful? The thin young man asked in surprise.

Of course, only knife skills can't be regarded as a top-level dish. If the little chef is just starting, we won't be able to eat his real cooking skills. The chunky middle-aged man said.

Waiter, can't you ask the little chef to make some dishes? the thin young man shouted.

Yeah, I'm here anyway, ask him to cook some dishes.

That's right, it's too boring to not cook when you enter the kitchen.

When the thin young man shouted, several customers who had just entered the store also shouted, and even a few diners who were eating shouted. If Su Jing is no longer, they can't help it, but it is rare to see him entering the kitchen. , I still can't eat it, it's a pity.

Seeing everyone's big opinions, Zhao Mengxiang was very helpless. She walked into the kitchen, but heard Su Jing smile: Sister-in-law, let them order food, since everyone wants to eat so much, anyway, I'm free, so let's cook for them.

That's it, that's great. Zhao Mengxiang said happily, Su Zhenhong shook his head helplessly, the dishes he made were usually very popular, but in front of Su Jing, he was not competitive at all.

By the way, let's add some new dishes to the signature dishes on the menu. Su Jing suddenly said, the new dishes he was talking about were nothing else, but the recipes from Manghuangji Time and Space, and he planned to try the taste.

New dish, what new dish? Zhao Mengxiang asked in confusion.

Su Jing took out the paper and pen, quickly wrote three dishes, and handed them to Zhao Mengxiang. Zhao Mengxiang glanced at them and said with a smile, The name is quite elegant, so I'll write it down on the menu.