Food King [Interstellar]

Jiang Tang ignored Ping Jue's provocation, he took the ingredients and started processing.A lot of vegetables and fruits on the earth have been preserved, because seeds and roots are easy to store and transfer, but it is more difficult for animals to migrate, so the meat that people eat today are all alien species.The meat used to make fish-flavored shredded pork here is a bit similar to pork, but judging from the quality of the meat, it should not be as good as Angus's fragrant pork.

Ping Yimei saw that Jiang Tang was handling the ingredients himself, so she said, "Whatever you need, just ask the assistant to get it."

"It's okay, I'll do it myself. I won't cause trouble for everyone." Jiang Tang waved his hand, since he only cooks three dishes anyway.

Jiang Tang first shredded the meat and marinated it, and then went to find other side dishes. He took a carrot, two green peppers, a handful of fungus, and turned to Ping Yimei: "Boss Ping, do you have any bamboo shoots?"

Ping Yimei said, "Yes, what do you need bamboo shoots for?"

"If you have it, I'll add some shredded bamboo shoots to the shredded fish-flavored pork." Jiang Tang said.

Ping Yimei found some small bamboo shoots for him. Jiang Tang saw that it was a little different from the winter bamboo shoots he wanted, but it was better than nothing, so he chopped the small bamboo shoots into shreds.

Although Jiang Tang is not a professional chef, but his basic skills are very solid. With the knife in hand, there is a shadow of the knife. The shredded carrots, bamboo shoots, and fungus are cut to the same thickness as measured by a caliper, and the thickness is even. Secretly surprised, it seems that Joe's cooking skills are not blown out.

While cooking his own dishes, Ping Jue took the time to watch Jiang Tang's movements coldly.Jiang Tangxin said, let's see, let's not put sugar as salt for a while.

After cutting the vegetables, Jiang Tang began to adjust the sauce. He didn’t use any kind of sauce or spices, and he didn’t use western food spices. He only used traditional Chinese seasonings—light soy sauce, cooking wine, vinegar, sugar, salt, broth, etc. May has been watching his movements from the sidelines.

Soon the delicious fish-flavored shredded pork was ready to cook. The white ones were shredded pork and bamboo shoots, the red ones were carrots, the green ones were green peppers, and the black fungus shreds. The colors matched really well.Chinese food pays attention to color and fragrance, and Ping Yimei looked at the fish-flavored shredded pork fried by Jiang Tang, and he was already better than them in color matching.Jiang Tang put the dish in front of her: "Boss Ping, do you want to try it?"

Ping Yimei was not too polite, took a spoonful and put it into her mouth, chewed it a few times, her eyes lit up: "It really smells like fish, no wonder it is called fish-flavored shredded pork, I always thought it was just a name. "

Jiang Tangxin said, once you add your messy condiments, there will be no smell of fish: "Boss Ping, how is the taste?"

Ping Yimei smiled: "It doesn't matter what I said, let everyone try it. You all come over and try Mr. Qiao's fried dishes."

The chefs heard the words, and all the chefs who could walk came over, each with a spoon, and at first they only picked one or two pieces of meat with some disapproval, and after eating, they scooped up a big spoonful again as if they didn't believe it. Each of the five chefs took a scoop, and a few corners were missing on the plate.Jiang Tang didn't say anything, and used a large spoon to fiddle with the dish again, filling up the empty corners: "Everyone has tasted it, what do you think?"

Several people finished eating silently, and they all glanced at Ping Jue in unison. No one dared to comment on Jiang Tang's dishes, and returned to their posts to work.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Jiang Tang raised the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Is it ready to serve?"

Ping Yimei Gan said with a smile: "Okay, let's serve."

Ping Jue squeezed the handle of the spoon tightly, gritted his teeth and watched Jiang Tang not speak. After a while, he threw the spoon on the stove, only to hear a crisp "jingle", followed by another burst of "bang bang bang" "The sound of the big spoon hitting the bottom of the pot shows that the owner is not calm.

Jiang Tang pretended not to hear, and made his own beer duck and fish fillets very calmly. He was obviously cooking, but the aroma of Jiang Tang's dishes could perfectly overwhelm the dishes made by the others. It caused the chefs to keep stretching their necks to look this way, but Jiang Tang didn't ask them to taste the dishes again, telling them to eat, it's better to save a few yuan for himself.Ping Jue's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he slammed the pot with a spoon to clink as if to vent his grievances.

"I'm done. Thank you, Boss Ping, for letting me into the kitchen to cook. I'm sorry to disturb everyone. You can continue to do it." Jiang Tang greeted politely, and then went out with the fried fish fillets he had prepared.

Seeing him go out, Ping Jue almost smashed the pot through with a spoon, and yelled at Ping Yimei: "Why did you call him here? Are you messing with us?"

Ping Yimei looked at her son, frowned and said sternly: "Ping Jue, what are you talking about? You are inferior to others and don't know how to reflect on yourself. Why are you yelling at me?"

Ping Jue slammed the spoon on the ground: "I am inferior to others? You told me to reflect on myself, how can I reflect on myself? All my skills were taught by you. It is not me who is inferior to others, but you!"

The whole kitchen was quiet, and Ping Yimei took a deep breath to calm down her tone: "I know I'm not as skilled as others, but I won't get angry at others like you. Just now when he was cooking, the camera caught It’s recorded, let’s study it together after get off work, okay, let’s all work.”

Ping Jue took off the chef's hat on his head, threw it on the ground, and went out angrily.Ping Yimei called from behind: "Ping Jue, what are you doing?"

Ping Jue said without turning his head: "I'm in a bad mood, I need to go out to breathe!"

"Come back to me, you are already an adult, and you are still so emotional in doing things, I will deduct your salary!"

"Shut it up, buckle it all up, I don't care too much!" Ping Jue said, closing the door heavily and disappearing outside.

Ping Yimei looked at the mess left by her son, the dishes in the pot were almost burnt, so she had to pick up the spoon and continue cooking.

Jiang Tang went out with the rotten fish fillets, and met two guests in the aisle, a man and a woman, who passed him by, smelled the smell of the rotten fish fillets, and hurriedly called out: "Wait, what are you serving?" What dish?"

Jiang Tang stopped and said, "The fish fillet is bad."

The two originally thought that he was the waiter serving the food, but when they saw his clothes, he was not a waiter at all.The female guest shifted her eyes from the bowl to Jiang Tang's face, suddenly she seemed to have seen a ghost: "You, you, you can't be Joe, can you?"

Jiang Tang was taken aback for a moment, smiled slightly, turned around and left quickly, never expecting that he still had Mifensi.The woman grabbed her companion's arm and shook it vigorously: "Ah, ah, ah—it's really Joe, the chef in "Food Is the Heaven", I saw a real person, so handsome. He works here ?"

The man is not interested in chasing stars, but he is very interested in the dishes in Jiang Tang's hands: "What kind of dish was that just now, fried fish fillets? It's so delicious, hurry up and order a fried fish fillets."

Jiang Tang brought the bad fish fillet into their private room. Seeing him coming, Luo Xun hurriedly got up to pick up the food. Jiang Tang shook his head: "I'll just come, there's soup, be careful not to spill it."

Regardless of his objection, Luo Xun took the food: "Hurry up and sit down and eat. We didn't wait for you, so we ate first."

Jiang Tang smiled and said, "Don't wait for me, just eat it when it's ready. How about it, does it suit your taste?"

Before the bowl in Luosun's hand was put down, Adam Short began to urge: "Quick, quick, what kind of dish is this?" He was already holding a spoon and couldn't wait to eat the fried fish fillets.

Jiang Tang said: "Bad fish fillets."

Adam Short picked up a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth before it cooled down. This meal almost swallowed his tongue: "Smooth and refreshing, extremely delicious, delicious." After speaking, he quickly scooped up a full Fill a bowl.

Howard Short handed his bowl to his nephew: "Adam, don't worry about eating by yourself, give me some too."

Oushangnon didn't wait for others to help, and started to do it himself.Jiang Tang noticed that the fish-flavored shredded pork and beer duck he made had bottomed out, while the other dishes didn't make much progress. He didn't know whether he should feel honored or be speechless. He hasn't eaten yet.Luo Xun was not in a hurry to grab the fish fillets, and said to Jiang Tang, "Eat it, I have left some vegetables for you. I think you like duck feet, so I have left some for you."

Jiang Tang looked down and saw that his bowl was full, and it was full of two dishes he had fried. The two duck feet were lying quietly on it. Sure enough, his boyfriend was caring. He smiled at Luo Xun: " Thank you, this is my favorite."

Howard Short had eaten the fried fish fillets made by Jiang Tang, and he gave a thumbs up: "This dish is interesting, it smells like wine, and it's a little sweet, but it doesn't steal the limelight. It's delicious. Your skills are about to catch up with Baba's." Zell Richard's."

Adam Short winked at Jiang Tang: "My uncle never compliments people like this in person. I think your cooking is better than that old man's."

Jiang Tang didn't know who Richard Bazel was, but he knew from the name that he was from the Richard family, and he must be a big shot.He said modestly: "Mr. Short is too flattering on me, I am only a junior in cooking."

Ou Shangnong said: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and there are many people who come from behind. I don't think you are worse than them."

While everyone was eating, Luo Xun quickly filled a bowl of fried fish fillets for himself and Jiang Tang, otherwise it would not be their turn when Adam finished eating the bowl.

Adam Short licked the spoon: "It's okay to eat other people's dishes, but now Jiang Tang makes a comparison. I don't even want to stretch my chopsticks for other people's dishes."

Jiang Tang said with a smile: "It's not that exaggerated, I think it's still edible." He extended his chopsticks to a plate of white-cut chicken, put it in his mouth, and took a bite. Totally overwhelmed.

Adam Short looked at Jiang Tang's hesitant expression, and laughed, "Am I right?"

Jiang Tang put the chicken on the plate: "It's a bit unsophisticated. There are too many seasonings in the dishes made by his family, which cover up the original taste of the food."

"Yes, that's how it feels. It's not delicious anyway. Theirs is edible, but it's not fresh enough. It's probably not live shrimp, but quick-frozen." Adam Short picked and picked from a plate of steamed shrimp. Produce a shrimp that looks firmer in flesh.

Ou Shannon said: "I used to think that his food was not very tasty, but after comparing and analyzing it, I realized the reason."

Luo Xun didn't say anything, he just buried his head in eating, eat more of the delicious ones, and give Jiang Tang a little bit, and eat less of the bad ones, and don't ask Jiang Tang to taste them.

The bad fish fillets made by Jiang Tang were quickly wiped out, and the remaining dishes were all cooked in the restaurant. Everyone ate them picky and picky, feeling a little unfinished. Adam Short winked at Jiang Tang : "Hey, I said, why don't you cook two more dishes, we are not full yet."

As soon as the words were finished, the door of the private room opened again, and Ping Yimei delivered the dishes herself. She put the cornbread in the middle of the table, and looked around the dishes on the table. The rest are dishes made by his chef.You know, Tiangong is famous for its high cooking skills, high status, and high consumption. People who come to Tiangong consume almost no food left, but today they have at least half of the food left. : "Why, isn't it to everyone's taste?"

Short was the least able and unwilling to hide his emotions. He said lazily: "It's not delicious. I just said that I asked Jiang-Joe to cook two dishes. I'm not full."

No matter how well-mannered Ping Yimei is, she is about to lose her temper. She said with a smirk: "Just now my chef was still complaining about me, saying that I shouldn't abuse my power to let outsiders into the kitchen. So I'm very sorry, if you want to eat, Let Mr. Qiao cook it for you elsewhere."

As soon as she finished speaking, a waiter ran over: "The store manager." Then she leaned into Ping Yimei's ear and chirped a few words, Jiang Tang vaguely heard "guest", "fish fillet", "no Ping Yimei's complexion changed at the words "satisfied", and then she smiled and said: "Sorry, eat slowly, I won't accompany you, there are still things to deal with over there."