Galactic Garbage Station

“Here comes the cook god. ”

“Is the Little Chef God going to cook? I want to order. ”

“So lucky today! ”

Seeing Su Zheng, many guests actually recognized that, even if Su Zheng was called the Green Cloud Town Little Chef God, the fame of this title was still far from that of a star, and it was difficult for anyone to recognize him on the street. If anyone recognizes Su Qin, it's mostly because of the Guqin master's identity, not the kitchen god's identity.

However, if you come to Zhenhong seafood restaurant for dinner, the chances of knowing Su Qing are much higher. After all, some people like this store because of their name. In addition, the specialty dishes on the plate also bear Su Min's name. Of course, the cook knows that these dishes are hard to eat, and this cook God rarely cooks.

“No, no, I'm not cooking, I'm just here to fight.” Su Zheng waved his hand.

“No way, you have to fight.” A few customers stared into the eyes and couldn't understand. In their view, manager Su Zhenhong hit the kitchen god, which is more like it.

“Po, what are you trying to do?” When Su Zhenhong heard the movement outside, he saw Su Zhenhong come into the kitchen and couldn't help laughing.

“I'll give you a hand and cut your vegetables.” Su Qian said.

“What kind of wind is that?” Su Zhenhong and Liu Zhenhong both laughed. Before Su Zhenhong's cooking skills had been shown, he had been told to do it. He refused to do it, so he had to do it himself. Now he's a chef god, and he's the other way around?

“Ma'am, I'll cut it.” Su Zheng took over a fish in Liu Zheng's hand, placed it on an anvil board, and then unfolded the thick, curly cloth in his hand, which was filled with a whole row of various knives.

“The tools are quite peculiar.” Su Zhenhong laughed.

Su Zhenhong smiled and did not speak. He picked up a soft knife and began to scale. The action was quick and effective. The scales spilled out like snowflakes. This hand alone made Su Zhenhong and Liu Zhenhong stare wide. Zhao Mengxiang just walked in and was surprised to see this scene: “Ah Xiang, it turns out that's how you go to scale, so fast. ”

Su Qian did not answer, concentrated and peeled the whole fish for a moment. Then a knife breaks his stomach, a knife splits his head, removes his viscera, moves neatly, doesn't drag a little mud with water, doesn't have a little extra movement.

“Brush and brush" Su Zheng was like a pimp to unravel a cow. He quickly cut into thin pieces of fish. For a moment, he placed a whole circle on the plate. Each piece appeared to be as thin as the peacock screen, and all the bones had been removed.

“Okay, where did you learn that hand?” Su Zhenhong exclaimed.

“I went to the Grand Hotel to learn.” Su Jing lied a little bit.

“Wow, all the bones are peeled off and they're still attached.” Zhao Mengxiang exclaimed, picking up the bones on the anvil board, actually carrying them all together, and connecting them. The fish meat on them is also rare, basically not wasted.

“That's the little chef god.” Liu Xiao laughed.

“Actually, I learned it a few days ago.” Su Zheng smiled and continued to cut other dishes, whether fish, pork, eggplant, tomato… in Su Zheng's hand, cut like a work of art, both fast and perfect. Su Zhenhong, Zhao Mengxiang and Liu Xiang were all somewhat stunned. The last time a hotel chef showed the knife artist in the kitchen, they were impressed. However, it was found that the chef was really weak compared to Su Xiang's current knife artist.

Su Zhenhong wasn't idle either. He started cooking with the ingredients prepared by Su Zhenhong. After serving the table, many eaters noticed that the dishes were like art. The knife maker was amazing. Probably because of the knife maker, the dishes also look delicious. Everyone guessed that it was the Little Chef God who broke his hand, and the Little Chef God was remarkable.

At this point, a short, fat middle-aged man and a skinny young man walked into the store, and as soon as he sat down, the skinny young man waved to Zhao Mengxiang: “Can you little chef God be here? Can you invite him out to cook? ”

This phenomenon of naming Su Xiang to cook food appears every day, so Zhao Mengxiang was surprised. "He is in the store, he does not cook now, but you can eat all kinds of dishes in which he is involved. ”

“Fight?” The skinny young man was stunned, and the short, fat middle aged man swept the dishes on the table next to him, then suddenly squinted and revealed surprise. He could see that all the knives of the dishes were very tall.

“Uncle, is this little chef god in vain? How can you fight him?” The skinny young man leaned his lip.

“Son of a bitch, take a closer look at the table next to you, I didn't teach you, a dish with a full range of aromas can be considered the finest dish. One of them is color and shape, and if a dish looks ugly, it's hard to get appetite. And if you want colours and shapes, you have to have good knives. In addition, the knife worker's performance can greatly affect the taste and taste. And the knives of these dishes, absolutely superior at first glance, our Royal Restaurant Chain, approaching this knifeman, I'm afraid there's only one.” Shorty middle-aged man said.

“So powerful?” The lean young man was astonished.

“Of course, knives alone are not the finest dishes. If that little cook god just punches his hand, we won't be able to eat his true cooking.” Shorty middle-aged man said.

“Waiter, can't you ask Kitchen God to cook a few dishes?” The skinny young man shouted.

“Yeah, they're all here anyway, ask him to cook a few dishes. ”

“That is, I don't even cook when I'm in the kitchen. That's not enough. ”

The lean young man shouted, and a few customers who had just entered the store shouted, and even a few who were eating screamed. If Su Qian stopped, they couldn't do anything about it, but rarely did they see him go into the kitchen. It was a shame that he couldn't eat it yet.

Seeing everyone's opinions, Zhao Mengxiang was helpless and walked into the kitchen, but listened to Su Xiao laughing: “Sister-in-law, let them order. Since everyone wants to eat so much, I can cook for them anyway. ”

“Well, that's great.” Zhao Mengxiangxi said, Su Zhenhong shook his head helplessly. His own dishes were usually popular, but in front of Su Xiangxi, they were not competitive at all.

“By the way, add a few new dishes to your signature dish.” Su Zheng suddenly said that the new dish he was referring to was not anything else, but a recipe from reckless time and space, and was going to try the flavor.

“New menu. What new menu?” Zhao Mengxiang doubted.

Su Zheng took out the paper and pen, quickly wrote three dishes and handed them to Zhao Mengxiang. Zhao Mengxiang glanced at them. “It's quite elegant to hear the name, I'll write it on the plate. ”