The Garden Life of a Little Gardener

Zhou Quan didn't go back to the small second floor of his home that night. He really guarded the kitchen with Chef Bao all night, helping him skim the scum from the soup pot all night.

Originally, Baoyan didn't want him to stay, because a waiter brother had a rest the next day, and he had to work on shift.

However, after watching here for a period of time, Zhou Quan found that as the roasted whole lamb in the stove was getting hotter and hotter, the interval between Brother Baoquan flipping and oiling the sheepskin became shorter and shorter, and in the end it was almost ten In a few minutes he needs to pull out the whole sheep and turn it over for oiling.

In this case, if you take care of the soup pot, it doesn't mean that you can't be busy, but it must be more laborious.

It was already tiring to stay up late, but Zhou Quan didn't want to be as tired as Brother Baoyan. After being pushed out of the kitchen door, he walked back automatically.

Taking advantage of the time when the other party was brushing the roast lamb with oil, Zhou Quan picked up the colander for skimming the soup, carefully scooped out all the impurities floating on the soup bit by bit, and discarded it.

Chef Bao was not chasing him away, thinking that it was still early, and it would not be too late to drive him home when he got sleepy.

However, this soft heart failed to harden, because he found that the feeling of having the other party by his side was actually very nostalgic.

The next morning, the staff from the kitchen came to work one after another. Uncle Wen took the colander from Zhou Quan's hand, while he changed into the work clothes of the running boy while breathing heavily, and went to work while rubbing his eyes.

Chef Bao, who also didn't sleep all night, didn't say a word when he saw this, but he moved a lot more vigorously when turning the roasted whole lamb.

When the food was served at noon, the whole sheep with skin that had been roasted slowly for a day and night was finally cooked, and the soup that had been hung for a day and night was finally finished.

Put the prepared boiled cabbage in a tea bowl one by one, and garnish it with goji berries for coloring. Chef Bao waved someone to serve it to Sijin.

As for the roasted whole lamb with skin, Chef Bao called Zhou Quan, and the two carried it up to each other personally.

In the four-way master bedroom, Zou Xu and the three friends he brought over were holding tea bowl-shaped tableware and slowly drinking the soup inside.

His foreigner friend stumbled and asked in his unproficient Chinese: "Xu, did you order boiled cabbage? But why does the boiled water in this tea bowl smell so fragrant? This is another aspect of Chinese Kung Fu tea." Is there a way to drink it?"

As he spoke, he skillfully picked out the heart of cabbage running in the tea bowl with chopsticks, put it in his mouth and bit it.

Seeing this, Zou Xu rolled his eyes silently to the sky, thinking that giving him boiled cabbage really ruined the craftsmanship of his ancestors.

While thinking about this, he lowered his head and took a sip of the 'tea soup' in the tea bowl, and a fresh fragrance filled his mouth.

For this bowl of soup, the kitchen has been busy all day and all night. After a long time of cooking, all the flavors in the ingredients have been integrated into the soup.

The deliciousness of amino acids in scallops, old hen, ribs, and ham meat and seafood is fully diffused in a pot of fresh soup that has been simmered for 24 hours. The addition of pork and chicken fluff not only makes the soup more It absorbs the aroma of other meats, and also absorbs all the impurities and peculiar smells in the soup.

The most wonderful thing is the cabbage heart added at the end of the soup. Its immersion is not just to cater to the theme. The reason why it is selected among all the cabbage hearts is because this kind of cabbage heart is the taste of all the cabbage hearts. The crispest and the highest sugar content.

The cabbage heart filled with small holes filled with silver needles not only absorbs the soup, but also the sweetness of the vegetables in the cabbage heart slowly seeps into the soup along with the small holes.

Anyone who has cooked knows that sugar is a magic weapon to enhance freshness. The sweetness in the heart of cabbage that is not eye-catching or taste-catching has made boiled cabbage an eternal classic.

Zou Xu, an insider, closed his eyes and felt the 'tea soup' in his mouth. The salty, fresh and sweet taste was lingering in the mouth, and the proportions of all the ingredients were completely correct, so none of the ingredients stood out, but all blended together.

The umami aroma in the soup is layered. After the entrance, layers after layers give the taste buds a wave-like impact, but none of them overwhelm the guest and steal the taste of the main ingredient.

With a long sigh, Zou Xu lowered his head and lowered his eyes and said, "He has improved again in terms of seasoning, fire skills, and skill in making soup."

Just as Zou Xu finished his sentence, the guy on the opposite side who originally ate boiled cabbage as kungfu tea yelled away.

Zou Xu, who was immersed in his junior's perfect cooking skills, was awakened in an instant, only to see that guy was holding a teacup carefully as if holding some kind of treasure.

"Martin, don't make such a sound suddenly, it's scary."

"I'm sorry Xu, but this cabbage is really delicious. The cabbage heart, which is already crisp and tasteless, paired with the soup in this bowl of tea, is simply delicious in the world. After eating him, I don't want to eat anything else. what should I do?"

Although Zou Xu's other two friends were not as exaggerated as Martin, they also gave the highest evaluation to Chef Bao's boiled cabbage.

One of them also jokingly said: "After eating this bowl of boiled cabbage, I feel that those kung fu soup dishes I have eaten before are all for nothing. This is because the master's craftsmanship is already proficient. Although you are his senior brother, but He is better than you. It's just a pity that Master Bao refused to accept my invitation. If you want to drink this fresh soup in the future, you can only go back to China. Otherwise, I will go through the formalities for returning to China now. When do I want to buy a house here? You can eat it whenever you want."

This is of course a joke, but for a business elite to say this kind of joke, it shows how satisfied he is with this dish.

The bowl of boiled cabbage was eaten by everyone during the conversation, and they didn't even want to keep the little soup at the bottom of the bowl, they had to drink it in their mouths.

While Zou Xu was proudly watching his friends lick the bottom of their bowls, Chef Bao and Zhou Quan walked in carrying the whole roasted lamb.

Before the sheep was delivered to the table, the unique aroma of roasted lamb had already spread in the house.

Smelling the tempting smell, Martin, who loves barbecue and even beef and mutton, stared straight at his eyes and couldn't help swallowing several times.

Hesitating that the Roasted Whole Lamb is too big, it is difficult to serve it directly. Chef Bao put the chopping board aside to let everyone enjoy the whole picture of the Roasted Whole Lamb, and then silently pulled out the meat cleaver from the back.

The head of the lamb was chopped off with a knife, and the roasted whole lamb was split in the middle with a knife. Chef Bao cut the roasted whole lamb into two quickly.

Afterwards, under the surprised gaze of the other party, Chef Bao cut up half of the roasted whole lamb into pieces, put them in the large porcelain basin that had been prepared earlier, and asked Zhouquan to bring it back.

Holding the pot of roast mutton, Zhou Quan's face was a bit confused.

Seeing this, Chef Bao rubbed his head and said softly: "This is a treat for us all from senior brother. The whole kitchen has been busy for two days for this dish, and this is what he shared to comfort everyone."

As he spoke, he raised his face to Zou Xu's direction and asked, "Brother, is that so?"

I really want to answer no. Zou Xu looked at the bulging muscles on the arms of his junior brother who rolled up his sleeves, looked at the other half of the roasted whole lamb that was still left on the chopping board with no gaps, and was thinking about the other side just now. The time when the knife fell, he knew how to offend his junior brother, and he said very wisely: "Yes, good things must be shared with everyone. Half a sheep is enough for the four of us, and the rest is too much to waste." , Let’s share it, you’re welcome, hahahaha.”

Zhou Quan was very happy when he heard it, and said to Zou Xu with slanted eyebrows and eyes: "Thank you, brother, I will share the mutton with everyone."

Chef Bao, who was holding a machete, nodded slightly when he saw this and said, "Thank you, I will give you a discount for this meal."

Is there anyone who is still holding a machete when thanking someone?

"We brothers don't have to be so polite, you don't have enough and there are more here."

Well, I'm just cowardly.

Holding the basin, Zhou Quan trotted all the way back to Yijin, and went over there to share the mutton with everyone.

On the way, he couldn't help it, and quietly picked up a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth.

The golden mutton skin has been grilled to the point of floating small bubbles. After entering the mouth, it tastes as crisp as rice crackers. Under the crunchy puff pastry is the mutton that is so tender that it still retains the soup. Two contradictory tastes emerge. It is particularly harmonious when it is on the same piece of meat.

The simmered mutton has no fishy smell, and the secret ingredient in the cooking oil also neutralizes all the peculiar smells on the sheepskin. A bite of mutton can only smell delicious and nothing else.

Crisp, fresh, soft, tender, crisp, color, aroma, taste, meaning, and shape, from the beginning of production to the subsequent dish, don’t expect success if you lack any point in knife skills, heat, and seasoning. A roasted whole lamb has passed the test With all the skills of the chef, it is no wonder that this dish is the unique skill of Grandpa Bao.

The pot of roast mutton brought to the kitchen was quickly divided by everyone, and the half left in the room was not much better. Although there are few people here, the fighting power should not be underestimated. The four of them took less than an hour. He ate half of the roast lamb.

He fell on the kang with his stomach outstretched, Martin rubbed his stomach and muttered to himself, he felt that what he met must be a human chef, otherwise why would he go to heaven when he was eating, and when he was full and wanted to leave, he would be like Go to hell?

After eating Baoyan's craftsmanship, Zou Xu was even more sure that the person who has the strength to keep Mingyue Tower and the recipes must be his junior.

He also wanted to fight for it, it would be great if he could get the opponent out of the nest without stabbing the opponent's nest.

Although judging from the way the other party was willing to protect the nest yesterday and desperately showed himself to the chicks, his idea was a bit difficult, but he had to give it a try.

After finishing lunch in the yard, Chef Bao was enjoying the shade under the old wisteria in the yard. Zou Xu walked over and sat on the stone pier opposite him, smoking a cigarette and asked, "My mother's foreign apprentice will also come to participate in this year's Doucai. , I know that guy's strength, the senior brother and the junior junior brother are not his opponents. You also saw the recipe and Mingyue Tower fall into the hands of a foreign devil? Even if it is for the teacher, go and participate."

Chef Bao threw the keychain that he had been playing with on the stone table and said, "I just can't figure it out, why don't you go back and participate by yourself? You know how much the master wants to open the Mingyue Tower and the menu Is it in your hands?"

"It's not like you don't know the situation on my side. The last time I put Grandpa in the hospital, I'm afraid he'll be angry when he sees me."

"Stop making excuses. After so many years, Master has long turned a blind eye to you. This is not a problem."

Hearing this, Zou Xu slapped his head vigorously with his hands a few times, and said in pain and struggle: "Among our brothers, I am the one who is least qualified to inherit the restaurant and the recipes. I beg you, I beg you, don't ask why, look at it." Let me help you brothers, otherwise, if the restaurant and the recipes fall into the hands of that foreign devil, I will be a sinner, and then grandpa will not turn a blind eye, let alone turn a blind eye, he will not rest in peace."

Upon hearing this, Chef Bao fiddled with the keychain on the table a few times, looked at Zhou Quan who was bouncing and laughing not far away, and said: "There are some things I can't give up, and I've already been mentally prepared for everything. So from the day I became a teacher, I have respected and kept away from my master, just because I was afraid that his anger would rise after the old man found out, and now you insist on letting me go back, and you insist on winning Doucai. Add me? Do you believe it or not, just because of the master's temper, you can go directly to the ambulance when you find out?"

Zou Xu was silent for a while, and Chef Bao continued to ask: "I really don't understand what you are thinking about? When you were blocked in the hotel by the master, didn't you just announce your coming out?"

"Then why don't you dare to tell the chicken now?"

Unexpectedly, he would be asked back. Chef Bao was stunned for a moment, and then he also fell silent.

"The more you care about, the more afraid of losing, the closer you are, the more afraid of leaving, we are all the same."

After a while, Chef Bao said, "Now is not the time."

"When will it be? It will never come if you don't say it."

Upon hearing this, Chef Bao put away the keychain on the table, stood up and said, "You can rest assured, I will go to Doucai."

After speaking, he left.

Zou Xu stared at him as he entered the kitchen, then watched the cute chicken with the shell hurriedly follow him in, snorted softly and said, "You really are a fan of the authorities, since you are willing to help me, then I will help too." Hello."

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