Cooking

22.

Li Xiangrong looked at his plate and sighed.

What a pity for the monthly exam, he actually chose the same dish as He Zhishan today - squid.

This time, Buwei did not choose a coquettish poem proposition, but simply said that each of them could make it with the materials in the kitchen. After a limited time of 30 minutes, everyone got busy.

The boss and the chef were making tea and waiting for the air-conditioning in the small living room. Buroni decided to stay in the kitchen as a supervisor, looking here and there, and of course he didn't see the possibility of repetition.

Raw materials are never repeated.

Because the preparation of vegetarian dishes is relatively small, Li Xiangrong was the first to get a small handful of soaked dried yellow flowers and prepared cooked gluten, as well as cabbage hearts and eggs as ingredients. Others selected the ingredients one after another. He Zhishan probably I was delayed for a while by something, so I hurriedly opened the refrigerator and took a fresh squid that was in the freezer.

Over there, Li Xiangrong concentrated on cutting the gluten into mung bean-sized pieces, chopping the bean paste, and cutting open the cabbage heart, and then prepared a small half bowl of lotus root powder.Bruni watched his movements with great interest, very curious.

Turn on the fire, boil a small pot of vegetarian soup, first throw the yellow flower in and cook for a few minutes. The ready-made broth includes ham soup, chicken soup, and bone soup. Li Xiangrong gritted his teeth and only dared to use mushroom soup. If you want to make vegetarian dishes, you must do it thoroughly .

If you only use mushrooms to make soup, it is easy to leave a strong medicinal taste, and you can't use other umami flavors to complement it. Arong took a few goji berries and put them in, using the little bit of sweetness to blend.

Take out the boiled yellow flowers, drain them slightly, arrange them one by one on a rectangular dinner plate, and arrange them into the shape of a shuttle with a slightly bulging middle and slightly pointed ends.

Then add beaten eggs, a small amount of pepper and salt to the lotus root flour paste that has just been mixed with boiling water, put it into the pot with a large spoon, shake your left hand continuously, and stir slowly with chopsticks in your right hand, the lotus root flour gradually becomes It was almost transparent, only stained with the light black color of the mushroom soup.

The thick lotus root powder paste is evenly poured on the arranged yellow flowers, and put aside quietly to wait for cooling. After 10 minutes, it solidifies into the shape of a whole squid.

At this time, pour oil into the pot, add watercress, ginger, garlic, and fermented glutinous rice and stir-fry together. When the oil is spit out, pour in vegetarian soup, vegetarian squid, crushed gluten, salt and a little white sugar, bring it to a boil, add water and starch to thicken it, and put it on a plate , I saw a dozen small and cute gray squid curled up on the plate, surrounded by cabbage hearts that also absorbed the essence of the soup, and a few bright red wolfberries dotted among them.

Buroni sighed inwardly. This vegetarian squid was ingeniously made. The lotus root powder was originally bland and tasteless, but it was wrapped in chewy yellow flowers and then cooked with bean paste fermented glutinous rice. The taste must be spicy and refreshing, salty and delicious.

When I met Arong's eyes, I couldn't help showing a smile, but Arong was still very nervous.

The timer sent out a reminder that the time was up, and Buroni realized that after Arong started cooking, he didn't even notice what other people were doing.

Turning around with a guilty conscience, the other four finished products were ready.

Feng Yifan's "Wild Duck Ball", mince the breast meat of the wild duck until it is fine and velvety, add lard to knead it into a ball, put it in chicken broth and boil it. This dish is a famous dish in his family. Improve.

Tao Xingming made "Japanese-style Drunken Crabs". He slaughtered live flower crabs, washed them, cut them into pieces, put them in a special sauce, and put them in a lifelike shape, which looked vivid and bright. There was an indescribably uncomfortable feeling with the dead bodies lying on the ground.

Anton made the "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond" with summer characteristics. It is a light stir-fry made with fresh green shrimp, lotus root slices and black fungus. The pink shrimp is round and lovely, the lotus root is pale white, and the fungus is black and bright.

Finally, He Zhishan brought out a plate of "Chrysanthemum Squid", yes, it is also squid.

Li Xiangrong was immediately depressed.

Since people have chosen real squid, their 'fake squid' must be a complete failure in terms of taste.

The fake dishes try to be similar, from appearance to taste, they are just imitations.

Ordinary diners may be fooled for a while, but real gourmets will never be fooled.

There is no substitute for the unique texture of each food.

Buroni gently pushed Arong, who was stunned, and said loudly, "The time is up, then I will send it over for the master to taste. You can eat first."

Bu Langni pushed away the dining cart filled with good dishes, but Li Xiangrong was still in a daze.

He fixedly watched He Zhishan washing his hands and tidying up the materials leisurely, thinking that it was really his bad luck that he crashed into a chef of this level.

Xu Ji told himself several recipes one after another. He secretly practiced for several days. After repeated practice, he was very confident in this plate of vegetarian squid. He thought it would be a blockbuster.

Half an hour is enough for a talented chef to make extraordinary and creative dishes. He Zhishan's previous style has always been so unique and unique, and he can create as many new styles as possible. Why did he arrive a few minutes late today? How about making such a simple roasted squid?

Noticing Li Xiangrong's gaze, He Zhishan raised one eyebrow and said, "Why are you looking at me? Is there something wrong?"

"No..." Ah Rong hesitated to speak, and after thinking about it, he smiled dryly, "Headman He, I'm fine."

This address is indeed a bit tangled, but since he is not Lu Yong's apprentice, he cannot be called Senior Brother like An Dong and the others; secondly, he is not an external chef, and he cannot be called by his first name like Feng Yifan, let alone Buroni will call him brother.

He Zhishan doesn't care about the address, but just looks at this stupid face and gets bored. He obviously came in through connections, but he always looks ignorant and innocent. If he wants to say good things, he has nothing but hard work and obedience.

He didn't quite understand why Buroni valued Ah Rong so much, and he didn't intend to spend more time.

Anyway, those who are not accepted by the master will not stay forever.

This is the rule.

So He Zhishan didn't regard Li Xiangrong as a green onion at all. Except for the wonton that night, which was amazing, he never cooked a dish of sufficient standard. Say that's what Brownie meant.

Of course, He Zhishan didn't need to challenge his young boss, just be patient for the time being.

It's not that easy to become an excellent chef, especially for an apprentice who doesn't have enough training, doesn't have a famous teacher, and looks stupid.

Li Xiangrong needs to learn from Anton how to be clever and forbearing, and even some methods of peeping. He Zhishan said in his heart, maybe he still has a little hope of becoming a talent.

Apart from the existence of Xu Ji, He Zhishan's understanding of Li Xiangrong can be said to be accurate.

"Get out of the way if you have nothing to do," He Zhishan said coldly, brushing Arong's shoulder and walking forward.

"That," Ah Rong said loudly, "Boss, are you good at burning squid?"

"Huh?" He Zhishan stopped and turned his head sideways, showing a sarcastic smile, "What do you think I'm not good at?"

The figure disappeared outside the door, and Anton patted his chest and shouted, "Arong, you are really going to die, Senior Brother He's smile is so scary."

"Your question must make him uncomfortable," Tao Xingming continued, "He is the kind of person who is very confident, and he hates people's doubts the most."

"Eat, eat!" Feng Yifan held up his chopsticks and said, "Don't scare Ah Rong, it's not that serious."

Several people sat down in a crowd, An Dong helped A Rong serve the meal, and suddenly said, "Brother He doesn't eat with us recently, he looks very busy, and sometimes he answers the phone mysteriously."

"He's at a special stage now," Tao Xingming said disapprovingly, "Bai Yuanyuan has been pregnant for more than four months, and he still waits on her every day. I heard that the taste of pregnant women is the most difficult to get used to."

"Time is so fast," Feng Yifan sighed, "but it's really hard for me to imagine what it's like to hold a baby with his coffin face..."

Everyone fought a cold war at the same time.

The next meal is the finished product of everyone just now. After all, what was sent to taste was a small portion, and there was enough left for them to have lunch and evaluate each other.

Although Li Xiangrong did not commit suicide himself, he was not slow to eat ready-made meat dishes.His mother's request to him is not to kill. There is probably a saying in Buddhism that "don't look at the tragic death of an animal, don't listen to its screams, it didn't die for itself." It doesn't matter, besides, since he was a child, he has been tired of eating chicken feet, duck wings and meat in sauce.

Except for the drunk crab, Arong eats other dishes very happily.

Tao Xingming couldn't help asking why he didn't try the crabs he made, but Arong said he was allergic and dared not eat them.

But when he was eating duck, shrimp and squid, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

Every day in the market, in the kitchen, he had seen countless killings.

"Huh?" After eating a daylily, Feng Yifan asked softly, "I have never eaten squid cooked in mushroom soup except for hot pot. The taste of this lotus root powder is still very real."

"It's not comparable to real squid," Li Xiangrong said, he had just tasted He Zhishan's works, and they were indeed impeccable.

"What's the comparison?" Feng Yifan looked at him puzzled, "A fake is a fake, no one should take it seriously, it's just a shape, as long as it tastes good."

"Is it really delicious?" Ah Rong really didn't have the confidence to pick one up, and he always found it tasteless.

"I think the real squid made in this way is definitely not very tasty, so it's not bad," Feng Yifan thought about his words, "How about I try cooking a squid with mushroom soup?"

"The taste of the bean paste has adjusted the taste of the mushroom soup," Tao Xingming said. "This method is really ingenious. The uniqueness lies in the effect of lotus root powder on the shape and texture. The seasoning is spicy and the aftertaste is sweet. The most important thing is that it is creative enough. .”

"Based on Brother He's skills, don't you think his attitude today is too perfunctory? He's late again, and he cooks such a popular dish," Anton interjected, "Is there something wrong with him?"

"It's been a bit weird these days, but it's understandable," Tao Xingming laughed, "It takes skill to cook squid, so don't talk nonsense."

"No, I don't think he and Master Bu are quite right," Anton insisted, "When the two of them are together, the atmosphere is always not very good."

"Come on, do you think the next Patriarch and the next Chef are at odds?" Feng Yifan sneered, "If that's the case, you should find another way out earlier."

Li Xiangrong stared blankly at his meal, recalling that he had never seen He Zhishan with a pleasant face, and he was especially harsh when he spoke to himself. He always thought it was because he was too weak, could it be that he was dissatisfied with Buroni? ?

The squid in the mouth was bitter all at once.

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23.

Buroni was angry.

Master Lu took a bite of the vegetarian squid made by Li Xiangrong, and only said one word, "No."

The standard is not enough to be on the dining table of the Bu family, and Ah Rong is not yet the chef of the Bu family.

No matter how hard Arong tries in private, if it doesn't work, it won't work.

Buroni tried to take a few deep breaths, looked at his silent father and his calm master, gritted his teeth and asked, "What should I do?"

From the shape to the taste, from the creativity to the craftsmanship, this vegetarian squid dish is no worse than anyone else in Buroni's opinion, especially compared with that arrogant He Zhishan who is perfunctory.

"Does the master feel that the taste of the squid is not authentic enough?" The master did not answer in time, but Buroni said patiently, "It is certainly not fair to compare this dish with real roasted squid."

But what was so special about that plate of real squid?Any chef will not be too bad after practicing a few times, and with He Zhishan's ability, he can do it with ease.

"Does Lonnie feel that Zhishan has no intentions?" The master asked leisurely, gently put down the chopsticks, and took a sip of the bamboo leaf tea. "Squid is a common thing, so it's okay to make it casually?"

Bu Wei couldn't help but sighed, "Lonnie, you should try your brother He's dishes carefully first, don't be too preconceived."

Now that Dad said so, Buroni picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth sullenly.

He Zhishan's dishes have been eaten countless times, but because he is used to them, he doesn't think there is anything unique about them. In terms of Bulangni's life, "delicious" is no longer a praise of food, but a basic attribute.

Except for the noodles served by his father and the school cafeteria for three years in high school, he has basically never eaten bad food.

Ask him to comment on He Zhishan's dish, and the comment is only: the knife is exquisite, the color is bright, tender and delicious.These words, in fact, have no meaning.

Probably because there was a look of disapproval on his face, the chef asked him with a wry smile, "How?"

Before he could say those adjectives, the chef said again, "Lonnie, try to think that you are just a diner, taste it in a top restaurant, are you satisfied?"

Buroni frowned and contemplated, but couldn't be present.

Bu Wei put another yellow flower product in his saucer, "You can compare."

Buroni chewed mechanically for a while, then nodded slightly, "I understand."

It is clear at a glance which ones are delicious and which ones are bland.

All the diners care about is whether it tastes good or not.

Shape, presentation, and creativity are just appendages to delicious food. No matter how fancy and novel a dish is, as long as the taste is not good enough, it will be considered a failure.

Color, fragrance, and shape are the basic five points for judging dishes. In fact, only "taste" is the most important point. Based on "taste", other attributes are meaningful.

Cold dishes emphasizing complicated and colorful carvings are nothing more than spectacles for spectacles, and the practice of piling up luxurious ingredients is just vulgar show-off, cooking methods that are mysterious, and condiments that emphasize functionality, which are not the essence of food.

Think about it: How delicious can radishes carved into flower baskets be?How delicious can a cold ham decoration be?How delicious can it be if the whole table is full of chicken, duck and fish with thick oil and red sauce?How delicious can it be when the inexplicable medicinal materials are combined with an indescribable smell?

Countless people regard squandering in top restaurants as a symbol of their status and financial resources, and food that is not really appreciated has become waste.In order to cater to those people, the chefs can only use strange things to tell that "the food you eat is novel, unique and expensive, so don't worry about whether it tastes good or not."

Bujia doesn't want those who lose their sense of taste and only see the price.

Bujia cuisine is only for those who know how to eat.

Bu smiled and looked at his son, "You have also learned a lot about cooking now, let's talk about your brother's cooking."

After pondering for a while, Buroni replied, "Cut the squid into pieces with a straight knife on the reverse side, and on the front side with a diagonal knife, then cut into shreds, put them in boiling water and scald them into chrysanthemum flowers." shape, then cool it in cold water, drain the water, marinate it with onion and ginger juice and refined salt, squeeze the water, mix in dry starch, and put it on the plate. Inlaid with minced shrimp in the middle, sprinkled with minced ham, and used [-]% The hot cooked lard is smooth and cooked, stir-fried with chicken broth, salt, rice vinegar, pepper, and wet starch, the method is strict and the seasoning is traditional.”

"It's a qualified Bu family dish," Bu Weiyu added earnestly.

"But..." Buroni hesitated.

"However, it's not a dish that should be used for exams." The chef whispered, "Lonnie, I understand what you mean, you want to use this regular monthly exam to promote chefs' innovation, so hand over such a dish to He Zhishan You feel dissatisfied with the regular dish, you think he has the strength to take it seriously, but he just muddled through it nonchalantly, do you feel offended?"

The old man's stern eyes locked tightly on the young heir, "I know you are working hard now, and all your heart is how to make the Bu family better, Lonnie, sometimes think about it, the Bu family is not only yours, but also ours. Everyone's."

Buroni's face turned red all of a sudden, and the master's words hit the bull's-eye. While he was trying his best to shape his status as the boss, he was still relying on the favor of others.

Bu Wei patted his shoulder gently, and comforted, "Son, don't think too much, just remember what Master said."

The meaning of the master is that if you treat yourself as the boss and the chef as an employee, then everyone will not treat you as a junior and a friend like before.

How the boss treats the employee, the employee treats the boss.

Why did the emperors who won the country in ancient times be cruel to the loyal arm?Because the more familiar you are, the less you can tolerate authority being challenged.

Why do so many friends who have good friendships join forces and start a business, but it is easy to part ways?Because the roles of friends and collaborators are different, the choice of each other's feelings is also different.

The chef who had devoted his whole life to the Bu family said lightly, "Lonnie, don't be willful."

This sentence made Bu Wei bow his head. The current head of the family didn't feel that he was too much after decades of sex, but his son was admonished, but he was very ashamed.

Just about to say something to ease the embarrassment, the chef said, "Learn more from your father and give others enough tolerance and trust. I think you will do better in the future."

After finishing speaking, Lu Yongshi turned around and left, leaving the Bu family father and son staring at each other.

"Dad, am I really, too much?" Buroni asked depressingly as he lowered his eyelashes to cover his dark green pupils.

The son who has always been calm and calm was hit, and the father also had some sympathy. After thinking about it, he said, "I am not a good role model. When it comes to responsibility and enthusiasm, you are much better than me, but maybe it is too much... "

"You've spoiled them with your sloppiness!" Buroni exclaimed, "You never care about the kitchen, you don't know how to cook, you don't care what the chef teaches your apprentices, you don't go to the market, you don't Caring about the personality and ideas of every chef! He actually asked me to learn your tolerance and trust? He is watching me stay in the kitchen and get in the way!"

His snow-white face was flushed red, and his green eyes shot a sharp gaze. Buroni stood up and looked down at his old father, "There is a saying that once the emperor is the courtier, Master Lu can't let me go." In the eyes, right?"

Spreading his hands leisurely, Bu Wei smiled helplessly, "Why, can't the crown prince see me looking so stupid and incompetent?"

"Daddy!" growled the proud heir, "That's not what I meant!"

"Lonnie, you have grown up, and you have always been calm and smart. You have made me proud since you were a child." The questioned old emperor comforted his irritable son, "But you are still so young after all, you still need more exercise , what the Bu family will become in the future depends on your control, and Lu Yong and I will completely withdraw in the end."

"Once our era comes to an end, what will you do?" The father stared into his son's eyes, "You said that one emperor and one courtier, then who do you think can be your general?"

Arong... Buroni answered silently from the bottom of her heart.

His thoughts were seen through by his father, and Bu Wei followed the temptation, "Is there only one person enough? Even if this person is not recognized by the current Tai Tuo?"

Without being accepted as a student by Lu Yong, he would not be able to learn the real Bu family cuisine, nor would he be able to be a resident chef at the Bu family, and he would not become the thigh that Bu Langni relied heavily on.

Taking a deep breath, Buroni said, "Either let Master Lu formally accept Arong as an apprentice, or I will completely reform the current practice."

"The chefs of the Bu family have been around for hundreds of years. It's not easy to reform. I don't support you to change this point, because I don't believe you can change it." Bu Wei showed a rare cold look, "As for making Li Xiangrong apprentice , you go ask their parties and talk about it."

Willfulness, as expected, is still willfulness.

Temporarily breaking away from the role of a doting father, recalling Lu Yong's evaluation, Bu Wei has to admit that some of the young master's actions are indeed biased and unreasonable.

From the point of view of the contemporary patriarch to observe the heirs, the personal identities are returned and sorted out, and Buroni still has a long way to go to grow up.

No matter how good the relationship is between the sovereign who can only rely on loyal ministers and the prince who is ambitious and wants to expand the territory, conflicts of ideas are inevitable.

Watching his son out of sight, Bu Wei held the teacup and reflected, is Bu Langni's current personality really suitable for the Bu family?

Instilling in him the consciousness of being an heir since he was a child, and letting him shoulder the responsibilities that he has avoided and neglected until now, what kind of life path is for this half-European son?

Obviously, Lu Yong was also angry today.As an old friend for decades, Bu Wei certainly understands that what Lu Yong is angry with is not Bu Langni's naive bravado, but his dissatisfaction with turning a blind eye to his irresponsibility.

Lu Yong taught He Zhishan with the method of cultivating successors, but he had to accept the reality that Buwei and Bulangni were very different, so how could He Zhishan, who was rigorous, meticulous and meticulous, prepared for the second Buwei? Will he be a loyal minister and good general of the independently formed Buroni?

He Zhishan has excellent skills, sufficient talents, almost harsh personality, strict and flexible handling style, and maybe a little curiosity and ambition. He is not suitable for Buroni who is full of self-awareness, arrogance and even arbitrariness.

For more than ten years, Bu Wei hadn't paid attention to how He Zhishan grew up, and he was caught off guard when he grew up to be more than half of Lu Yong II.

At the same time, he regards himself as the future chef and future owner of the Bu family, how can he work together?

Bu Wei couldn't help laughing at himself for thinking too far, which was not in line with his style of letting things take their course.

For the first time, he did not forget that He Zhishan asked to participate in the cooking competition and was banned by Lu Yong.

Second, Li Xiangrong has clearly refused to join Lu Yong's family.

So dear son, these are all things you have to consider, Dad, let me enjoy leisurely and happy.

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24.

Bruni felt that he should say sorry to Li Xiangrong.

She brought him to Bu's house without permission, not to mention reuse, didn't even give him the minimum approval, threw a peaceful and serious friend into a strange and harsh environment, just blindly asked him, but couldn't give him anything in return.

The young master who was evaluated as "willful" thought about it, and had to admit that he was a bit too much. Maybe many practices have hurt the master and the others, but Li Xiangrong should be the one who should receive the apology the most.

Even if he is not in Bu's house, Ah Rong will still live a happy life in Manshuyuan. With his talent and hard work, he will definitely become an excellent vegetarian chef. A free life.

But now, nominally staying in a top-notch restaurant like Bujia, but doing the most tedious and low-level work, all efforts are not recognized, and life is like a frightened bird.

Any chef here can boss him around and laugh at him for looking down on him. Buroni has been secretly hoping that he will be stronger, but if he is in his shoes, how cruel the embarrassing situation is.

Among people of the same level, being bullied or suppressed will only produce anger and resistance. Such emotions can actually promote personal self-motivation, but what about in an environment where the levels are too far apart?People who are despised can't find a way to prove themselves, because the superior doesn't care whether you are right or not, and your demands and efforts are meaningless to him.

The current Li Xiangrong is like this in Lu Yong's eyes.

Buroni finally understood what Master Lu meant when he said "no".

He remembered that before he had told his friends with great pride how he would make concessions and carry forward the family's past, not to mention how much those words could be realized, even if he wanted to agree, what qualifications does Ah Rong have to participate in his future?

A future that Bronney can't give.

"My dear son~ why don't you turn on the light?" Mrs. Bu pressed on the porch light and found a faint figure in the corner of the dark living room.After pressing it a few times in a row to brighten the whole house, the son tiredly covered his eyes with his hands.

Without thinking about changing her clothes, Mrs. Fanny hurried to her son's side, her upturned face was bloodless and her lips were chapped.

Touching his forehead worriedly, it was cold.

"Mom, I'm back." Greeted feebly, Bronnie jumped off the window sill of the bay window where he was sitting reclined, "I'm going to sleep."

"Hey, wait a minute," the mother repeatedly asked what happened, grabbing her son's wrist.

"It's just a little tired, it's okay." The son just replied perfunctorily.

"It's okay to stay with mom for a while," Fanny said with a smile as she stuffed the small box in her hand, "Today's experiment was a success. I brought you some snacks, take the plate."

Slowly taking the carton, Buroni had no choice but to look for the cutlery. When he took out the tray, his mother had already filled two glasses of transparent wine thoughtfully.

"Cappuccino cake, it's delicious." Fanny blinked, "I can't fall asleep after drinking coffee now, so let's drink some white wine in the future."

The clear wine smells fragrant, but it is sour after drinking.

Slowly seeps into the throat coldly,

The whole mouth is invaded by the taste of immature fruit peel. Compared with the rich and mellow blood aroma of red wine, it seems to be confused in the dark night, while the green and astringent white wine is as bright as the dawn.

After swallowing it all, you can feel the sweetness that seems to be absent.

Plunge a fork into a soft hazel cake, cubes topped with a smooth white chocolate frosting, sprinkled with a pinch of bittersweet coffee powder for a bittersweet allure.

Buroni sighed helplessly, "Mom, how dare you eat this in the middle of the night."

The head was patted, and the mother pretended to be angry, but there was a smile in the bright green eyes, "Isn't it just to comfort you, brat, what are you depressed about? Have you fallen in love with someone?"

Thinking of this possibility, the mother, who had been troubled by her son's lack of awareness for a long time, suddenly became excited, "Is there a girl that Lianyi has taken a fancy to? Do you want to go on a date?"

The son responded with a look of "I don't care about you", but he still couldn't deal with his mother's gossip, so he replied sullenly, "Master Lu, it's about the store."

"Oh," my mother was a little disappointed, "you are still so young, you should enjoy your youth, don't think too much."

"Other mothers will feel relieved that their son is sensible, but you want me to have fun," digging a mouthful of cake and stuffing it into his mouth, the mellowness that had almost solidified into substance exploded like a salute, his eyes swayed and burst out A rainbow-like aftertaste.

"This cake!" Pointing to the plate in surprise, Brony looked at his mother, his bright green eyes shining like shooting stars.

Satisfied with her son's reaction, the mother sipped the wine and smiled triumphantly, "I improved the recipe and made it several times in the afternoon, and finally made the taste I wanted."

Fanny was an excellent baker when she was in France. She met Buwei while working in a coffee shop. After getting married, she opened her own bakery and continued her favorite business.

Only with wholehearted enthusiasm can we move forward unyieldingly.

Mrs. Fanny's bakery is not only a sanctuary for cake lovers in the city, but she herself is often invited to prepare desserts for top dinner parties.

Bujia cuisine also sometimes needs desserts. It used to be traditional Chinese dim sum. Fan Ni's craftsmanship is enough to subvert the tradition, so naturally she will occasionally show her skills and amaze the guests.

In the face of such a level, no one can deny her works.

Buroni pressed the white chocolate on the palate with his tongue, felt the thick and smooth taste spread out, and sighed vaguely, "Strength is the only proof."

Only when Li Xiangrong's dishes reach such a level can others dare not deny it.

Pure strength has nothing to do with anyone, any relationship, or any means.

Saying that she was eating with her son, the mother, who was satisfied seeing her son's intoxicated face, drank the wine leisurely, "It will make you feel much better if you eat something delicious, hide the other two, don't let your dad find it, Hey, it's a pity that Ronning won't be back until next week, he loves chocolate the most."

"I said, Lonnie, you should also go to France to see grandma and uncle," mother said softly, "holidays are for enjoying, don't work too hard."

It is easy to fall into misunderstandings and lose the fun of enjoying yourself if you work hard and think for yourself

.Mother hesitated for a moment, but did not tell all her hidden worries.

"Well, let's go back together at Christmas, Mom." Buroni smiled cheerfully, "Dad will be exhausted at the end of the year."

Hahaha, the two mothers looked at each other and smiled.

"By the way, Mom," Bronnie said hesitantly, biting his fork, "I'm a little sad."

"Huh?" The caring mother put on a serious look, signaling her son to speak freely.

"I think I'm sorry for my friend..." Bronney carefully chose his words, "I thought it was a good decision for him, but it might not make him happy... Would he blame me very much?"

"Unless you really like someone, you will subconsciously be good to him," said the mother sharply. "Otherwise, any way of being good to him is just an excuse for you to think about yourself."

"What..." Brony looked at her in surprise, dumbfounded at this conclusion.

The mother smiled inscrutablely, "If you think about it, you will understand. It's getting late, it's time to go to bed."

"I don't understand," the son whispered stubbornly, "I don't want to sleep yet."

"Then let's go out for a night tour," my mother brushed her hair gracefully. "If you want to have fun, it's still early. Do you want some pocket money?" Then she went to get her wallet.

Buroni's hair was full of black lines, and he casually took the untouched cake plate from his mother, "Go upstairs quickly, I'll bring the cake to Arong!"

"Huh?" Fanny saw him packing the box quickly, and put on his shoes and went out the door in a blink of an eye.

Li Xiangrong, Fanny said every word in her heart, as if she was the most important friend her son has ever had.

The night wind in the early morning was soft and cool. Looking up at the starry sky, it almost coincided with that drunken night. Buroni walked all the way to Li Xiangrong's dark dormitory downstairs, and realized that it was too late.

Holding the cake box, he wandered back and forth a few steps. The window was open, but there was no light or sound. Ah Rong must have fallen asleep.

Buroni hesitated and wondered whether he should go up and knock on the door to wake him up, put down the cake, said good night, and left.

That kind of behavior is weird, but it doesn't seem reasonable for him to wander downstairs and look up at the window sill like Romeo.

In addition to good night, say sorry.

Maybe Li Xiangrong would sleepily ask him why he apologized, and the next day he would regard this half-dream and half-awake memory as an illusion; maybe Ah Rong had been waiting for his explanation or finally gave him a decision of his own.

Before he wanted to stay, he told him to stay.

Can he still insist on staying now and become his most steadfast support in the future?

Wouldn't it be too much and too selfish if Arong begged to also worship Lu Yong as his teacher?

Regardless of Lu Yong's promise, whether other people can successfully accept new juniors, new companions, and new competitors.

Bulangni was feeling uneasy in the cool night breeze, but he didn't know that Li Xiangrong was talking about the same topic with his real master in the room at this time.

— Master, what should I do?

--What do you want?

——I like Bu's family quite a lot, but other chefs may not like me.

—Stay if you like it, leave if you don’t like it.

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I was thinking, Buroni, he would also like me to stay.

--oh?Who is he to you?Xu Ji jokingly asked back, ——Do you want to stay because of him?

——A Rong, Xu Ji rarely said in a serious tone,——If you don’t really want to be a good chef in Bujia, not for yourself but for others, we might as well go back to Manshuyuan.

--master?Didn't you just wait for the chance to come out?

——I don't need you to do anything for me. I am like this now, and I have no nostalgia for the past. Everything is just random, so you don't have to think about it.

——I learned a lot at Bujia, and I want to stay and become a good cook.

——The Bu family may not be suitable for you, Xu Ji said lightly, ——You can only cook vegetarian dishes, so it is impossible to become a good chef in this kind of restaurant.

——Your road is very long, do the things well every day, and think more about what you really want in the future.

The master speaks earnestly and sincerely, but the disciple is at a loss.

The Bu family is not suitable for me, and I am not suitable for the Bu family.

The Bu family doesn't want me, I don't want to learn how to cook from the Bu family.

So what's the point of me staying here?