Sesame Green Bean Garlic

After that, instead of chopping vegetables and washing dishes in the kitchen, Liangchen ate books every day.Huo Zian knew that he would not be able to finish the gnawing, so he patiently took the ingredients and seasonings and analyzed them with him every day.He taught him the procedures, etiquette, and tableware arrangement of French cuisine; he asked him to study the history of catering, and told him what people in the mountains of France eat, what people by the sea eat, and catering trends around the world.He told him about the interesting food and interesting people he had seen; after that, he forgot that he was just training a waiter, and relived the first half of his life.

Talking to Yu Liangchen, he will remember some past details, remember why he created such dishes, and give up others.He will remember some ideas that have been stranded, inspirations that have been forgotten, and sometimes reflect on whether his choices are correct.During this period, he put down the restaurant, let go of the identity of the chef, and turned back to a pure chef.

He suddenly understood why he often felt empty in Li Xiaonan's restaurant.He loves cooking food, but as a chef, he can't just think about food, but has to take care of larger issues: catering trends, material procurement and management, manpower allocation, cooking to serving procedures and time control, and the best interests Modernized menu design, and even how to answer reporters' questions.

Why did he enter the kitchen and choose this extremely hard job?Has he lost sight of the original starting point?

Yu Liangchen is a good listener, he doesn't interrupt casually, make comments, or make meaningless compliments—well, it's probably because he's not listening at all.But Huo Zian didn't care either, he couldn't understand the book, he couldn't listen to the explanation, so he could always eat it, right?So, he cooks for You Liangchen even more crazily, forcing him to try various dishes that he has thought about and tried, some are successful, some are failed, but most of them are extreme!

Huo Zian already liked food with a strong personality, so You Liangchen's nightmare began.

Huo Zi'an cut open a lemon, and bright red fish flowed out of it. "Peruvian cuisine is very popular now. Many restaurants have this ceviche, which is to marinate salmon with sour orange juice. I think this method is very refreshing, but it only gives the fish the sour and fruity aroma. I want to do it well. Go a little deeper, put the fish in the lemon and roast it, let the temperature and the acid change the fiber of the fish."

You Liangchen took a bite, and his tongue was so sour that he almost twisted it twice.He frowned, feeling bitter in his mouth.Seeing his painful appearance, Zian took a sip and said, "Well, it's not tasty, the fish meat is warm and watery, it needs to be improved."

The second version added sour cream, sour on top of sour, Yu Liangchen was so out of breath that he couldn't speak.Zian thought again, only the sour taste is too monotonous, so add some other strong seasonings, "How about some Wangzhi and stinky tofu, this salty taste can withstand the sourness of lemon?"

In this way, Huo Zian changed his appearance and cooked all kinds of unique dishes for You Liangchen.Although Yu Liangchen has steel taste buds, he really can't stand the bombardment of extremely sour, extremely spicy, sweet, numb, smelly, bitter, and so on.His numb tongue could deal with all kinds of spicy oil and MSG on the street, but he gave in to Huo Zian.

He felt that life would be worse than death, and he had never thought about running away from home—even when Aunt Kong was pushing him the hardest.

When Lao Bao came to visit, he saw this scene and said enviously, "Zian has been cooking for you, you are so lucky!"

You Liangchen said dejectedly: "Well, I'm still not dead, I'm so fucking lucky." He told Lao Bao what kind of dark food Zian had cooked for him.

Old Bao laughed loudly: "The top chef's experimental dishes represent his thinking process, which is more valuable than the final product."

Huo Zian brought up the ceviche that he had tried countless times.Lao Bao took a sip and praised: "It's not bad! Although it's not the best I've ever eaten, it has the strongest impression." You Liangchen looked at the pickled fish that had tortured him to death, and felt extremely disgusted.Huo Zian didn't let him go, and fed it to his mouth, "Try this, is it much better than the previous one?"

You Liangchen took a mouthful mechanically and was stunned.Huo Zian didn't use salmon, but rather chewy swordfish, marinated with a little five-spice powder and yuzu vinegar, then lightly grilled, and placed in the yuzu foam.In the mouth, there is the sweetness, flexibility and fragrance of grapefruit of the fish. Unexpectedly, a pungent sour taste spreads in the mouth, which is the lemon sour cream stuffed in the fish.Sour and sweet, the freshness and sweetness of the fish are more prominent.

"Is it delicious?" Zi'an asked with a smile.

You Liangchen didn't answer.He has already confirmed that Huo Zian is messing with him!This plate of fish is completely different from what he used to eat. Where the hell are those stinky tofu, pepper oil, chocolate, and millet pepper? !

Lao Bao booed from the side: "It's delicious! Whether you accept apprentices or not, I want to sit here and eat every day!"

Zian shook his head: "Don't even think about it, this can only be eaten on good days."

Lao Bao and Huo Zian went out together, and took the subway to Chongwenmen.

Old Bao asked, "What's the matter with that kid?"

"He's sick."

"Ah?! What disease?"

Zian pointed to his chest, "There is a disease here. It takes heavy medicine to cure it."

Old Bao thought it was quite interesting, "I think he was tortured quite badly by you."

"He has no feeling for food. I'm not torturing him, but teaching him, like teaching a child, re-teaching him what is sweet, sour, and bitter...the taste is not strong, how can he remember it?"

"I don't have a feeling for food, why do you want to do this? Let's get rid of it as soon as possible."

"That's not necessarily true. It's enough to have feelings for people. Isn't food just for people to eat?"

Old Bao shrugged indifferently, he didn't think Huo Zian was serious at all.He was probably under too much pressure, looking for something to play with.

Moreover, he has even heavier concerns in his heart...

After getting off the subway, he hesitated and said, "Zian, my son probably doesn't want to see me, or should we go back?"

Zian pulled him back, "It's just around the corner. Where did your thick skin and courage go when you were fooling around? Let's go!"

Lao Bao tremblingly followed Zian to the school gate.Students came out of the gate one after another, some got on cars, some got on bicycles, and some went to small stalls to buy food.

The two looked around, and the goal was obvious. After all, mixed-race children are rare in this kind of public middle school.After a while a boy strode up to them.

"You are my father?" said the little boy.He has delicate eyebrows and curly hair. Apart from his fairer skin, he doesn't have many traces of western blood.

Lao Bao nodded and shook his head.Huo Zian asked, "What's your name?"

"Li Dahu."

Zian and Lao Bao looked at each other, and Lao Bao nodded, "I chose this name."

Li Dahu is cheerful and generous, without the shyness of "denying him" that Lao Bao worried about.For this father who fell from the sky, I only asked two questions: "Do you live in Paris? Do you have a house in Paris?"

Old Bao shook his head like a fool: "Paris is messy and dirty, who would buy a house there."

"Then can you take me to France?"

ah? !Lao Bao himself does not go back for three to five years. He loves China and plans to die here.He murmured, "It's not...not really possible."

Li Dahu looked Lao Bao up and down, and felt that this foreign father was no different from other people.He was a little disappointed, but he didn't really care, so he said generously: "It's the first time we meet, let's treat you to dinner."

He took the two of them to a small stall and bought six skewers of fried chicken tenders and three servings of grilled cold noodles.

Lao Bao and Huo Zian looked at each other.Chicken tenders were strangely bright yellow and dripping with oil; grilled cold noodles—what was this?

The two of them couldn't take away Li Dahu's face, because the children treated them the way men get along with each other.They wrinkled their noses and stuffed the food into their mouths.

After the two sent Li Dahu home, they went back to the Bell and Drum Tower together.On the way back to Gulou Street, Lao Bao was always depressed.

"Zian, what did we eat just now?"

"Starch, MSG, a lot of salt."

Lao Bao was very depressed: "My father is a chef, you know. He opened a restaurant with a good business. He was busy from day to night, and only had one day off a week. On the day off, we could sit down and eat together. Dinner. He cooks a lot of good things for his guests, but all he cooks for me is tomato soup. Forever tomato soup, baguette with tomato soup, lepaindecampagne, laboule, paindesiegle, various breads with tomato soup, c'esttout! He I'm very tired, and I don't want to stay in the kitchen for an extra minute. So, as soon as I became independent, I searched for delicious food everywhere, and I couldn't get full no matter how much I ate..."

Zian knew that his parents divorced when he was one year old, and besides that he never talked about his family.It turned out that a person like him who is covered in hair and can't stay anywhere has also sat at the dining table, waiting for his father to serve dinner.

Lao Bao continued, "But at least I still have tomato soup."

Huo Zian smiled and said, "You can also cook for your son, it's not too late."

Old Bao looked at him strangely, "It's not like you don't know that my parents have inherited good genes into my face and mouth—I can't even chop garlic."

Zian was angry: "Then you are still talking about a fart."

Lao Bao looked frustrated: "I've grown up so much, and I've never felt like such a waste before."

"Learn, I will teach you?"

Lao Bao quickly shook his head and waved his hands: "You mean, let me soak vegetables in cold water, cut those slippery chicken skins, take out fishy and smelly fish viscera, put my hands in a 250-degree oven, and stand for ten hours chopping vegetables , Make soup. No! My greatest pleasure is to eat, if I know how these foods come from, can I still eat so well?"

Zian felt that there was no need to talk to him anymore.

After a while, Lao Bao smiled and said, "Dahu doesn't look like me, do you think it's my own?"

"It must be," he hugged Lao Bao's shoulders, mockingly said, "The skin is as thick as yours!"

"Hey." Lao Bao felt that Zian's words made sense.Since it is his own, he can't leave it alone. Although he doesn't cook, he can't let him be overwhelmed by additives and MSG.Whether he can get into a prestigious school or not doesn't mean anything to Lao Bao. He only cares about living a good life, and the biggest criterion for a good life is to eat well.A child who can't eat, a hundred doctorates are useless!

"Zian, you have to save my child."

Huo Zian looked at Lao Bao with crazy eyes.

Old Bao continued: "Aren't you saving that boy Yu Liangchen? If you can save him, you can also save my child. As you said, teach him the ups and downs again, and teach him to distinguish what is good food."

"Can Dahu be the same as Yu Liangchen?" He felt that there was nothing wrong with Li Dahu. It's normal for children to be greedy. Children in the United States and Europe also eat a lot of sugar and butter, and industrial foods also have a lot of additives and starch.

However, Lao Bao tormented Huo Zian, insisting that he "educate" the child's taste buds and cook really delicious food for the child.Huo Zian was helpless, and thought to himself, Lao Bao is just a diner, and if he didn't do enough by himself, he still had to bring his son to do it!

The author has something to say:

I love baked cold noodles!