Siheyuan: I, an ordinary resident, the king of chefs

"Just take the cold shredded chicken dish. The aroma of the red oil wrapped around the tender and smooth chicken is a taste that not everyone can make."

"I can't figure out why. His shredded chicken doesn't taste dry at all. It's hard to judge how to make it taste like his, not to mention that he mixes the red oil according to its own proportions."

After hearing what Lao Chen said, the shopkeeper asked curiously:

"Even you can't replicate it?"

Lao Chen thought about it seriously and nodded hesitantly:

"It's okay to replicate it, but you need to give me more time, maybe a week. I'll think about it in a week, and I should be able to make it taste similar."

Lao Chen's words gave the shopkeeper confidence. He clapped his hands and said:

"Great, great, you are worthy of being the Sichuan chef of our restaurant!"

But Lao Chen's face was full of worry. He shook his head helplessly:

"I can only guarantee to replicate half of the taste. It's impossible to make it exactly the same."

"I will study this with my apprentice Shazhu these few days. This kid has a high talent for cooking and may be able to help me a lot."

What Lao Chen said was tantamount to helping Sha Zhu.

After all, Mr. Han, the shopkeeper and the chef are all in front of him, and he brought Sha Zhu out to make everyone pay attention to him.

Han Ye nodded thoughtfully, and then placed the braised meat in front of Lao Chen:

"Try this braised pork again and see if you can make it."

Lao Chen did not hesitate and took a chicken leg from the box and started eating. He nodded as he ate and said:

"Yeah, delicious!"

"This braised meat is more delicious than what I usually eat! The person who made the braised meat really has some skills!"

Seeing that Lao Chen was eating with gusto, the shopkeeper anxiously asked him:

"Old Chen, don't just eat it! Can you make this taste like this?"

Old Chen looked at him and said helplessly:

"It's really hard to make this taste. I can't make it."

When Mr. Han heard this, he frowned slightly.

The shopkeeper didn't have much knowledge about cooking. He only knew how to increase the business of the store. So when he heard Lao Chen said he couldn't make it, he quickly asked:

"No way, Lao Chen, you are the chef of our restaurant, isn't it just a braised meat? How come you can't make it?"

Lao Chen carefully tasted the braised meat in his hand and explained:

"The braised meat tastes mellow and flavorful. Although you can tell that the brine is made for the first time, the boss has mastered the proportions of the seasonings just right."

“When ordinary people cook braised meat, they don’t have much idea about the ratio of seasonings. They just put whatever they have in, at random.”

"Even the braised pork we make in our restaurant, although we have a special recipe, the proportions still can't reach the taste of this boss."

When he heard this, the shopkeeper's eyes began to light up, and he hurriedly said:

"If you can taste that the ratio is different, then you can definitely taste how much of each seasoning is used, right?"

Old Chen glanced at him, sighed, shook his head and said:

"There is basically no one in this world who can know the proportion of food just by eating it. If there really is such a person, he is really a god."

"Let me give you an example. Even the state banquet masters couldn't tell the proportion of the seasonings in this braised pork after tasting it. So I naturally can't tell either."

Having said this, the shopkeeper and Mr. Han could only shake their heads and give up.

At this time, Lao Chen also handed the braised meat to Sha Zhu next to him:

"You should also try this braised meat. It tastes really different from what we sell."

Sha Zhu took the braised meat, tasted it, and then sighed:

"I didn't expect this boss's braised meat skills are so good! It tastes like it was made by a master chef!"

Hearing Sha Zhu's words, the shopkeeper suddenly thought of something. He clapped his hands in regret and said:

"I figured it out. I finally figured it out!"

The shopkeeper's sudden words puzzled Mr. Han. He asked doubtfully:

"Why are you so surprised?"

Hearing Mr. Han's question, the shopkeeper hurriedly said:

"Mr. Han, you don't know that a large part of our Cuixuanlou's business has been taken away by the stall owner outside in the past two days!"

"It is said that the boy's cooking skills are better than our chef's. All the diners go to his restaurant to eat and say that the food in Cuixuanlou is not as delicious as his!"

"Today I went to the street to see who the people who were setting up the stalls were, but I didn't see a single person."

"I was wondering, his business was doing well, why did he suddenly stop coming? It turns out he went to the next street to sell braised meat!"

The shopkeeper's words made Mr. Han frown slightly, and he looked at the chef again:

"Is everything he said true?"

The chef nodded and said:

"Yes, Master Han, we know about this matter because of the diners who came to Cuixuanlou for dinner that day..."

The chef told Mr. Han everything that happened that day.

After Master Han knew about this, he asked:

"You just said that the boss the diner mentioned was a young man, right?"

The chef nodded:

"Yes, Mr. Han, it is said that a young man of about 17 or 18 was cooking, and there was a brother and a sister next to him. The three siblings were setting up a stall there."

Mr. Han lowered his head and thought for a while, then shook his head and said:

"That's definitely not the stall selling braised meat."

When the shopkeeper heard what Mr. Han said, he quickly said:

"How could it not be them? When did a stall that makes such delicious braised meat appear on the street next to us?"

"The guy who was selling stir-fried vegetables was gone, but the next day this guy selling braised meat appeared. What a coincidence!"

Mr. Han naturally knew what the shopkeeper meant, and he explained:

"When I went to buy braised meat today, I saw the owner of the braised meat stall. She was a girl in her early 20s, and next to her was a man in his 20s and a little girl."

"It looks like they are three brothers and sisters, but there is no young man as you mentioned."

Mr. Han's words made the shopkeeper and the chef look at each other, and confusion was written in each other's eyes.

The shopkeeper thought of this and said:

"Could it be that the young man who sells stir-fried vegetables on the street is really not coming? His stir-fried vegetable business on this street is really good..."

The chef nodded in approval, and he also felt that there was no need for the young man to move.