The president makes me cook every day

A lot of things are going on in my head, from being the back chef of the state-run restaurant where I grew up, to cooking a table of state banquet dishes by myself at the age of 14, from receiving the Fang family's ancestral big black dragon knife at sixteen, to going back to school. study abroad.

Everything came to a standstill the night before the final of the World Young Chef Challenge.

Tan Jiahui and Fang Minghao have been classmates for four years, and they are his best friends except Xiao Fei.It was Tan Jiahui who came to him that day with a frozen fish. He said that the soup made of multi-ringed fish would add an incomparable umami taste to our final dishes.

It is a fish recorded in ancient books. It was produced in Daqin. It has a round body with narrow fins, many rings in its body and a beautiful color.

Polycyclic fish is a deep-sea fish that has been extinct for hundreds of years in Italy. Tan Jiahui said that he found records in medieval ancient books that Europeans used it to cook and make unique soups.He said that we should give it a try, in order to find the long-lost taste experience of human beings, and to break through ourselves again. This is an opportunity prepared by God for us.

"But we don't know what to do with this kind of antique fish." Fang Minghao objected at first, although he couldn't take his eyes off the new food.

"Are you kidding me?" Xiao Hui said to him with a smile: "How come there are ingredients that you can't handle."

How could there be ingredients that Fang Minghao couldn't handle.

Fang Minghao heard his heartbeat beating.They have overcome obstacles all the way to the present, and they have achieved the glory that Chinese chefs have never achieved in foreign countries.In order to beat the Westerners in the Western competition system, they have to put in a hundred times more effort in each game.

To turn decay into magic.Tan Jiahui looked at him as if looking at the omnipotent creator.

Fang Minghao didn't know what nourished Tan Jiahui's confidence in himself, but he was indeed nourished by Tan Jiahui's confidence.He wants to go one step further, and it seems that it is not for huge bonuses, not for the glory of the championship, and it has nothing to do with cultural self-esteem.

He just wanted to go one step further, because he didn't know where else he could go.

Innovate, break through, innovate again, break through again. In the competition, they have fallen into an endless loop of constant seeking.

Fang Minghao finally nodded, and they tried a kind of icing on the cake the night before the competition.Because perfection is too easy, now they want to go further than perfect.

That night, there was an unforgettable smell in the kitchen. Fang Minghao had never smelled such a smell. All other smells in the world cannot be used as a metaphor, because it is so different.

It is a smoky smell, it is the first dream of a girl in Huaichun, and it is the fascination of all ambitious teenagers when their first great wish to the world will finally come true.It was a taste of grand joy that made people erratic.

When it was cooked, Fang Minghao never hoped that Xiao Fei could just stand beside him. He couldn't imagine how Xiao Fei's highly sensitive sense of taste would be.

"We may open up a new taste history, and may trigger a food revolution!" Tan Jiahui's lips trembled, and then they tasted the unique soup together.

The warm liquid stretched the long-awaited taste buds. They were looking forward to it, and their hands were trembling slightly.

"Oh—" After a long silence, Fang Minghao let out a soft breath.

"How did this happen...why did this happen?!" Tan Jiahui took another bowl at a loss. He stirred the clear soup at the bottom of the pot, and even tasted another piece of snow-white fish in disbelief.

However... there is no special taste, the soup is ordinary and ordinary, even has an intolerable fishy smell, even the fish meat is rough, not even comparable to the most ordinary fish soup on the dinner table of ordinary people.

They don't know how the special smell that has been permeating during the cooking process comes from, and how such a plain taste experience can be matched with that incomparable aroma.

"It's impossible, it shouldn't be like this, how could it be like this?" Tan Jiahui unacceptably checked all their cooking steps again, constantly tasting and reconfirming.Fang Minghao was just silent, he sat down slumped, thinking all the time.

Dongfang twilight, three hours before the start of the competition, accompanied by a strange smell that has not dissipated, a gloomy atmosphere enveloped the two until they were sent to the hospital together and diagnosed with food poisoning.

Tan Jiahui ate too much, and caused an allergic reaction, and eventually died. Fang Minghao was only on an IV for three days.

Two months after missing the final, he was charged with manslaughter.

On the eve of the trial, Fang Minghao almost gave up all preparations for his defense.

He realized that he had made a big mistake. He was driven by his inner strength to try a new ingredient that he was not sure about.He pleaded guilty in court and admitted that he violated the basic morals of a chef.

But Fang Minghao always knew in his heart that if the situation happened again and he was given the same choice a second time, he would still choose to try that dish, even Tan Jiahui would.All mistakes are inevitable.

Or maybe they were wrong to begin with, essentially on the wrong track.

When he was in prison, when he returned home and was idle at home, Fang Minghao reflected countless times in regret, but Fang Minghao still couldn't figure out how he made this mistake, when did he start, and how to remedy it.

Maybe he shouldn't be called a genius, let alone think of himself; maybe he shouldn't study abroad, shouldn't be stimulated by the environment in a foreign country, and just want to prove himself; He expected so much, and he shouldn't have given him the big black dragon sword; even he shouldn't have met Xiao Fei, and he shouldn't have the ideal of running a restaurant together.

But it was all wrong, and there was no turning back, because he couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.

He walked into the kitchen countless times, and then found that the knife in his hand weighed a thousand catties, until he closed the kitchen door with his own hands.

Fang Minghao couldn't explain how things changed, it happened on that day.

That man is just a third-rate chef, because of the boring back-cooking conflict, he used the wrong method to practice the hopeless knife skills like a pity.Mistakes add up to mistakes, and he repeated mistakes [-] times, adding mistakes to mistakes.

All of them are the same, Fang Minghao has been watching from the sidelines, from the first day when Xiao Fei inexplicably stuffed Xiao Rong into the house.He has been watching Yu Xiaorong make countless pitiful and ridiculous mistakes in cooking and life, whether it is the reckless waste at the beginning, or the idea of ​​only cooking home-cooked food, until now he has devoted himself to opening this cheap fast food Dining room.

In fact, Fang Minghao didn't quite understand it from the beginning to the end, and even regarded everything as another flirting game between him and Xiao Fei.

But he chose to lend the Big Black Dragon Saber to Yu Xiaorong to participate in the competition. He himself felt ridiculous, just like inheriting Tianyi Pavilion, which has a collection of 400 years of books, to a young child, just because he seems to have hope.

Yu Xiaorong has hope because he has never tried the infinite pursuit of the ultimate taste, and what he finally tastes is a fatal dullness.

He lent him the knife, and if Yu Xiaorong was willing, he could even help him enter the final again, and then he would also taste the same disappointment.On that road, Fang Minghao seemed to have seen the end, just like what his ancestors saw a hundred years ago when they came out of the imperial dining room and faced Tanlong Bay.

But Yu Xiaorong returned the knife to him and asked him if he would like to taste the octopus balls.

He seemed to be laughing wildly in his heart, but he couldn't smile on his face, so he could only pretend to be laughing.Fang Minghao took it with some dumbfounding. He took the knife that Lu Ziqiang handed over.

"Kuang, kuang, kuang—" the blade became lighter.

He has not really used a kitchen knife to cut vegetables for five years, because he thought it would be too heavy to lift, and he felt that he could no longer pick up the heavy kitchen knife.

When he went to chop vegetables again, he seemed to have returned to 20 years ago. For the first time, he stood in front of his cooking table, stepped on a stool, and carefully cut the first and second cuts...

"Kang ku ku ku ku ku—"