Chef of the future

At this time, there was a tacit eye contact between the teacher and the students.

【Teacher, why didn't you say QAQ earlier】

【I said that.Thanks】

Did you say it?Really said it.

Peng Yibei said something casually at the beginning, so there is no need to be so detailed.

At that time, the tone was like asking sister Yue next door to cut it thicker.

Who would take it seriously!

"Knife skills are one of the foundations... The craftsmanship is good. With this heart and technique, you can use it in the future, and it will be more convenient for you to cook some complicated dishes."

After bullying someone, don't hesitate to give some praise.

I was praised by the teacher who has always been stern.

Immediately drifted a little.

Then happily smashed the hearts and codes - they are talented!

Misty Moon cut too finely before, so Peng Yibei took the lead to stop it after a few poundings.

Let her feel it carefully - this level of delicacy is enough.

My own plus Misty Moon's, two semi-finished products for everyone to show.

The point is, that's it, it's almost done.

Really, really, really.

"After you finally taste your own work, you can try to make it more delicate and thicker when you go home, according to your own taste. Remember, you should not be bound by recipes and teaching. It's hard to say, what you want to do is what you like , it is liked by those who eat it.”

"Teacher, what if the senior doesn't like it?!" Pan Lili raised her hand abruptly.

"Student, this is a cooking class, not in charge of love teaching."

Peng Yibei indifferently refused additional topics.

The students made suggestions one after another.

"How can there be so many picky people nowadays. Besides, when confessing, it doesn't matter whether you are serving food or holding flowers. The important thing is you."

"Dress more cutely and softly, dress like Sister Yue, look at him expectantly, be shy and cute."

"Basically, no matter how unpalatable what you serve, as long as he is interested in you, he will not refuse."

"What if he's not interested in me?"

"You look so cute, and you can cook, super bonus, a little confidence."

Ke Binbai next to him couldn't help but interject.

"The man who made girls unable to get off the stage on the spot, what are you still nostalgic for?"

"Ahem, stop now, it's fine to make it like this."

Do you guys remember this is a cooking class?

"Add 50g of milk, a small amount of black pepper, and salt. Then stir."

First serve everyone a small plate of black pepper for everyone to taste.

"It's a bit spicy, don't eat too much."

The strong and spicy taste instantly stimulated the barren taste buds, coughing cough, tongue numb tongue, but no one was willing to take the water from Yuanyuan's end.

Can't help but taste a little more, a little more.

"Add it to the mashed potatoes!" The cold tone was like cold wind pouring directly into the neck, everyone shivered from the cold, and looked at the frosty teacher.

Do it instantly.

Ke Binbai and Brother Bing stopped and looked up at Peng Yibei just as they were about to add: How much is a small amount?

Misty Moon really added a small amount, about the amount of an ant.

The other two put it too far, Ping Le added a large spoonful of black pepper, and Pan Lili almost poured half a bottle of milk.

"One teaspoon is enough. You can add a little more if you like, but you can't add it as hard as Pingle."

Pingle froze.

"Pouring too much milk can also lead to failure."

Pan Lili froze.

Misty Moon continued to add by small groups.

Ke Binbai continued to have a painful expression, all kinds of unaccustomed.

"Hai Zhuang?" Why didn't it move?

"Please advise."

"... Add a little salt."

"Complete, please instruct."

"Add another 50g of milk."

Very good, he said how could Brother Bing be all right.

One step at a time, we must urge and move.

Are you a manual transmission? !

What age is this!Are you worthy of the development of high technology so manually? !

As far as simple cooking is concerned, it is not impossible to let the terminal remind one step at a time every time in the future.

But according to the integral statistical requirements given by Zhinao, this is not considered learning.

"Mr. Hai, is it the same for you in the army?" Make a move, move?

"No."

"..." So you came to bully me?

"Cooking makes you nervous, but other things don't."

"..." Chest tightness

"It's all mixed? Good, let's move on to the next step. Pour the mashed potatoes into a bowl and smooth it out."

Two awkward hands raised with pepper and milk indiscriminately, asking them if this is a failure, do you want to do it all over again?

Peng Yibei suddenly showed a bright smile.

"It's okay, let's continue first. Anyway, the finished product will be tasted by you in the end."

The rest of the people paused, suddenly Misty Moon moved a little harder, but Bin Bai's expression of pain was a little less.

"Very well, put this part aside first, then we will make the sauce."

"Pour 10g of butter into the pot, 20g of starch, a spoonful of oil consumption, and a spoonful of black pepper. Then add a little water, so that a little is enough, about 20ml, and then stir on a low heat..."

Peng Yi's smooth operation in the north found that these people were enthusiastically trying to eat butter and fuel consumption.

…………

"teacher……"

"These new seasonings have been entrusted to Yuan'an Company to make and sell, and they should be on the shelves in the next two days. After today's class, I will give you a few copies."

Students OS: So... this course training class is a new product promotion?

Then put this ridiculous idea behind you.

This Mr. Peng looks young, but his skills are completely authentic.Everyone gave precise instructions.

When you come up, you will find delicious food that you have never seen before, and when you open your mouth, you will find a magnificent food concept.

Some people believe that he is a master chef who is a hidden chef, so how could he be a trustee for promoting products?

"Stir it over low heat until it becomes thick. Turn off the heat! Take out the mashed potato bowl just now and put it on the plate."

In the future world, bowls are naturally of black technology.

The mashed potatoes, which were supposed to be sticky, didn't stick to the bowl at all, and they were happily inverted into a perfect semicircle.

The just-made khaki-yellow sauce with pepper granules is evenly poured over the mashed potatoes of a lighter color.

This simple action seems to start a magical magic.

The mashed potatoes with an extra layer of attractive gauze exudes the unique "beauty" of "finished products".

Everyone held their breath because of the temptation of this "beauty".

Obviously no special effects were used.

But they saw the mirror-like shimmering light on the smooth sauce, and the wisps of aroma turned into mischievous and lovely elves.

Fly into the air one by one and knock them on the head to make them swoon.

"Try it."

When eating, all the problems of Wenqing in this group of people are gone.

Without any reluctance to give up, he picked up the spoon in an instant, and took a big spoon for each person.

Let the spoon scoop up as much mash as you can, and pop it into your mouth quickly.

As expected of children who have never seen the world, the examiners were much more refined during the assessment.

But the shocked expression and the unwillingness to swallow are exactly the same.

Pingle bragged to his friends afterwards, at that time, at that moment, the wonderful taste that melted in his mouth.

It's like a light that hits my heart from heaven.

The whole person lights up.

This light spreads from the heart to the limbs, from the body to the soul.

Light up his whole life.

He himself seemed to have taken a sip of the thousand-year-old wine, wishing he could plunge into the wine and be drunk forever.

I want to say a long shout: I have no regrets in this life and live another 500 years.

Everyone's feelings are different, and the adjectives are different.

But the delicacy they had never met at this moment, and the extreme sense of happiness made them feel a little unsure how to express their inner excitement.

Among the five people, if the praise of others is relatively simple.

The only complicated thing is Ke Binbai.

His praise was mixed with the shock of the world falling apart.

It has nothing to do with the habit of cooking that was rejected before.

What shocked him more was that this dish directly broke the level comparison between Peng Yibei and his own father in his mind.

Before, he rated his father as 99, and Peng Yibei rated it as 10 at most.

And now... this novel and soft taste, the slightly irritating spiciness of the tongue and the slight sweetness of the milk potatoes themselves blend together.

The wonderful taste of shocking the soul made Ke Binbai instantly have the same approval as Peng Yibei and his father.

This kind of sincere recognition is what he can't accept.

But no matter what their hearts were, it didn't delay them to continue attacking the dinner plate in Peng Yibei's hand after recovering.

How much does one potato make?

Five people attacked for two or three rounds and then disappeared.

"Okay, now let's make the sauce, and you can taste your own creations."

Everyone recalled their previous performance, and then looked at Peng Yibei's indifferent and strict appearance.

Be steadfast in your belief that you are doing well.

Even those two who added things indiscriminately have a honeyed confidence of "I only made a small mistake, the taste must be similar, and it may be more to my own taste".

Just when the two of them were about to continue to do something drastic.

Peng Yibei appeared behind them like a ghost, the expression on his face was so gloomy that it was almost dark.

"I said, adjust it according to your own taste, and I also said that you should not be bound by the recipe... But you two, learn to walk first, and then learn to run, okay?"

He had already foreseen the bitter future.

Today it's just steaming. If it's cooking in the future, they don't know how much freedom they will have.

Stir-fry dishes that need to be heated, stir-fried, and produced in a short period of time...Peng Yibei suddenly felt dark in front of his eyes—do you want to teach a few more steamed dishes?

Looking at these two, Peng Yibei couldn't help but think of the little girl at Aunt Wang's house next door.

The child came to complain seriously that Aunt Wang's soup was not good, so he had to do it himself.

What kind of soup is delicious in her eyes?

No ingredients, just a pot of boiled water with various seasonings.

A large pot of water, add salt, sugar, monosodium glutamate (a large amount, the little girl thinks it will be fresh if there is monosodium glutamate), soy sauce, vinegar, sesame oil, chili powder, pepper powder, five-spice powder, cumin powder, Yakult (you didn’t see wrong), wahaha, yogurt, milk, juice...

The last taste is so ecstasy that it teaches children the cruelty of the world in advance - the ideal is full, but the reality is very backbone.

Comprehend the core of the ideological and political class in junior high school in advance - matter does not transfer with human consciousness.

Peng Yibei looked at the two menacingly, the past of that seven-year-old girl is the future of both of you!

Pause point.

good teacher.

You have the final say, teacher.

Under Peng Yibei's tight marking, the two hearts that were ready to move were pressed.

And then there, the first wave of accidents.

Sister Yue's movements were too meticulous, causing the butter to smear - keep up the good work.

But Binbai seemed to have suffered some blow, and he refused to do it—let him take it easy.

It's still Bingge to save trouble, although he probably won't be able to earn the points - Yuanyuan gave him an instant reminder, dial and move.

"Stir on a small fire! Sister Yue (called that without knowing it) speed up, you two! How many times have I said it, don't add more! Ke Binbai, don't be in a daze anymore."

"I didn't... this time it was really trembling."

"I accidentally added too much water, what should I do?"

"Don't talk, I'm talking too much."

"Is this okay? Is this okay?"

"Is it too dry?"

"Is it too little?"

"I seem to be burnt again..."

Peng Yibei felt that it was not enough just to be cold-faced Hades, he should turn into a roaring horse.

He scolded them bloody one by one, and took a whip in his hand and whipped them one by one.

After internally giving five students a hard lesson, Peng Yibei felt a little better.

At this time, he had the urge to learn from Zou Mu and teach everything down to grams and seconds.

After doing ideological work for a long time, I finally suppressed this idea of ​​encouraging seedlings to grow.

He still has to develop their culinary confidence.

What's more, not everyone is Zou Mu.

Zou Mu is very accustomed to precise operations.

And they...not to mention the exhaustion caused by precise details, even precise operations may not be able to do it.

Many operations of Brother Zou are very technical.

After stumbling, everyone's finished products finally came out.

Peng Yibei first took a sip one by one, and then asked everyone to taste it for themselves with a smile on his face.

[This means... not bad? 】

The five of them couldn't wait to take a sip.

Qi Shushua's eyes lit up—it was edible, and the taste...it was not bad!

Then his eyes dimmed again—compared to Peng Yibei's just now, the difference is obvious.

But then, including Ke Binbai, there was an extremely strong excitement in their hearts!

Can't wait to go out and roar a few times!

This is what I did!

Dishes made by myself!

Just out of the oven!Do it yourself!delicious!edible!

And it's a brand new dish!

So easy to learn!

Just like what Han Qi once roared: Culinary idiots also have dignity. They work very hard. Cooking a delicious meal with their own hands is an indescribable sense of honor and happiness.

Everyone resisted the urge to take a bite, and immediately took out the terminal and patted it.

They want to post on Moments, post on Weibo, and they want to show off!

Wait, find another fresh-keeping box, this is the first finished product, I have to take it home for my family to taste.

"Is that enough?" The stern teacher glanced at the students with ineffective eyes. "Under my step-by-step suggestions, is it enough to make something that is basically edible?"

Especially those two black pepper and milk to much.

"Would you be satisfied if this mashed potato was made by a machine?"

The little signs of pride are photographed.

"Give you 5 minutes to sum up the gains and losses. Then...we'll do it again."

"This time, I won't give you any hints or any help." Lily and Pingle both stared at each other.

Silently looking at Hai Zhuang, sighed: "Try not to read the menu."

If it is not possible, it is not forced.

After finishing speaking, Peng Yibei walked to the small room where he watched "PPT" before, and scrolled through half of the variety shows he had watched before.

Why not stare outside?

Well, I'm tired.

Five minutes later, the sound from outside was really hard to ignore.

Well, let's go out and be the Poseidon needle.