I, Yan Ye, want to marry Shichen’s daughter

The God of Cookery said that the overnight meal would be more pleasant to say, secondly, it is easier to understand, and thirdly, it is also a question of connotation. After all, if Zhou Xingchi said at that time, "we must use freshly steamed hard rice", the realm and "separation" "Yefan" is completely different. To say "Overnight rice" can be understood as Chaowang's pursuit of excellent ingredients, which makes him superfluous, while "new steamed hard rice" simply means that his technique is unqualified. Both the laughter and the connotation will be reduced. less.

However, as the movie "God of Cookery" became more and more popular, I don't know when fried rice doesn't need to be an overnight meal. I don't see the protagonist fried rice without an overnight meal. As an author who can still cook , I think it is necessary to let the readers understand, and at the same time be responsible for everyone's health, don't deliberately leave overnight meals, it is unhealthy!

Chapter 85 Shredded Pork with Green Pepper

Shredded pork with green pepper, and not the improved version with bamboo shoots or lettuce, but the simplest fried shredded pork with green pepper.

But it is such a simple dish, even if it is a dish that Feng Xue would cook in reality in her previous life, it tests the three most basic abilities of a chef-knife skill, fire skill and seasoning.

The three are trinity, and any error in any link will directly lead to the failure of the right dish.

Although Feng Xue's firework and seasoning were not qualified, he did not intend to retreat. If both were qualified, why would he come to this place?

Gently tapped the six-tailed paws on his shoulders, the little guy immediately jumped aside ably, waving his paws to cheer Feng Xue, but he seemed to realize that there were eighteen bald heads around, and then suddenly put them down. Claws retracted his little head in his tail, only secretly revealing his eyes and peeking at Feng Xue's movements.

Feng Xue didn't say much about the cute look of the little guy, and went straight to the side of the basket and took out the washed ingredients.

Although the Shaolin Temple looks poor and sour, the ingredients are quite good. I should have cultivated it in the back mountain. It’s just that the pork loin looks a little strange, and I don’t know if this group of bald donkeys are meat. I bought it from the store owner's eyes.

Not thinking too much, Feng Xue picked up the square-headed kitchen knife on the knife holder before the case, and between the hands of the knife, there was a cold glow.

This neat and neat knife work was revealed, and the eighteen great monks immediately glared in their eyes. Being the abbot, the knife skills may not be comparable to this kid.

"Is it here to kick the court?" The several big monks looked at each other, secretly speculating in their hearts, but Feng Xue had no intention of scrutinizing the audience's ideas.

The light of the knife gradually ceased, and the green peppers on the case had turned into uniform strips. After changing the meat case, the pork loin also quickly followed in the footsteps of the green peppers, but the part of the knife was over, but Feng Xue's momentum was abrupt. Weak, the whole person is suddenly a little fluttering.

It's not that he has never cooked in front of others, but in front of such eighteen bronze-colored monks, the kind of psychological pressure and being stared at by the Japanese chefs with the soft faces like the heroes of the new moon man. It's a completely different concept.

Standing in Hotel GOURMET’s kitchen, even if Feng Xue is a temporary worker, with a relatively hard-line look and figure, he looks like a wolf in a flock of sheep, but here, he is a sheep, even if he is actually tall. The same is true if it is five centimeters higher than the average 180 bronze man.

"It's all marinated eggs, all marinated eggs, at most golden marinated eggs..." Feng Xue hypnotized herself in her heart, but took the cooking wine, soy sauce starch and shredded pork to mix well.

But with this catch, the eyes of the great monks changed. From the previous high mountain, they became like a joke. Only Liuwei who didn't understand anything still watched with relish.

But at this time Feng Xue finally concentrated, how could he take the initiative to pay attention to which monks?When the shredded pork is delicious, it will be heated with cold oil, and the shredded pork is quickly stir-fried. The keen eye catches the moment when the flesh color changes, and it is immediately ready for use.

Add a little more oil to the pot, add the minced garlic and sauté fragrant, put the green peppers into the pot, stir fry for less than 20 seconds, then pour the shredded pork together, add salt to enhance the flavor, and add soy sauce to enhance the color. When the green peppers are broken, immediately add a little Sesame oil comes out of the pot.

The fried shredded pork with green pepper looks good, the shredded pork is uniform and the green peppers are green. It seems to make people appetite. Feng Xue let a position and waited for the eighteen people to taste it, although the chef shouldn’t think about it. The works that are not acceptable are handed to others, but the Eighteen Bronze is not a guest or friend at this time. As a teacher, it is naturally an exception.

It's just that the eighteen-tiao monk only took a small chopstick into the mouth, shook his head and stopped doing it, just beckoning Feng Xue to taste it himself.

Seeing this, Xiao Liuwei came over with some curiosity. A wisp of breeze floated into its mouth with a few shredded meat and green peppers. It was obvious that he could see the small face twitching slightly. Although he was full of disgust, he raised his head. After looking at Feng Xue, he lowered his head innocently, rolled another sip of shredded pork with green pepper and put it in his mouth.

"Okay, okay, don't take care of my face. I know my own level." Feng Xue rubbed the little guy's head, picked up the chopsticks and put some into his mouth. In terms of taste, it was actually placed Ordinary restaurants can also be used as a signature dish, but for Feng Xue, who is used to eating fantasy dishes cooked by puffer whales and star chefs, it is indeed a bit difficult to eat. It is not that you really can’t eat it. For nutritional supplements, even compressed biscuits can be eaten, but after the evaluation criteria have changed to deliciousness, this is indeed an out-and-out failure.

"The knife work is perfect, and we have nothing to say, but your seasoning and firework are far from the knife work, so that the lack of taste and heat is more obvious. In fact, if you use the knife If you lower one or two levels, the taste will be better. In addition, the pretreatment of the ingredients lacks special characteristics..." The monk headed by took two steps and analyzed Feng Xue's shortcomings very plainly. Listening quietly, and didn’t ask, until the monk finished speaking, he didn’t speak

"If I want to fill in these things in four months, is it possible?"

"Four months?" The great monk suddenly laughed. "Cooking something like cooking depends on talent. Good talent. Let alone four months, you can be trained in one month. Even if you give you four years, you won’t be able to become a climate. However, if you can practice swordsmanship to this level at this age, there must be some talents. Adding the upper hand allows us to pass on some of your capacity and foreign skills. , With the internal strength of your already small weather, the possibility is quite big..."

"Then what are you waiting for? Come on!"

As soon as Feng Xue spoke out, she suddenly found that several great monks were smiling a little sinister, and she couldn't help but panic.

"What is your smile?"

"It's nothing, it's just that our special training is very bitter!" The leading monk rubbed his chin, as if he were an insignificant salty and wet man in Hong Kong.

Upon seeing this, Feng Xue felt a little weak, and asked tentatively: "How bitter is it?"

"Abi hell is so bitter!"

"Uh, what, is there any lighter, maybe I have a different talent?" Feng Xue sounded that Stephen Zhou's experience of practicing magic skills and mastering culinary skills in that month, but I don't know if he was affected by these eighteen masters. Typed by the monk...

"It's late!" ×18

The great monks shouted in unison, and two of them took Feng Xue's arm one by one, carried him and walked outside...

Chapter 86 Special Training for Abi Hell-Class Devil

"Regardless of cooking or martial arts, the stability of the bottom is the foundation of the foundation. Although you have internal strength, you cannot lack the basic skills. Starting today, you will wear this'light armor' to the clear springs in the mountains to get water every day. A full tank needs to be lifted every day, during which time the body of the tank must not fall..."

"Your arm strength is sufficient, but your skills are very poor. In addition to training the foundation with this mysterious iron pot and iron sand, I will pass on your'Supreme divine art of fixing the beads and lowering the devil', and the natural strength will be mellow after the practice..."

"You have excellent coordination of your hands, but you don't know the key to your strength. You have to polish your craftsmanship from the beginning. I tell you that you can control the spatula carefully by practicing both the shovel method and the magic wand method. ..."

"You have no way of seasoning, and your ability to discern taste is ridiculous. I must have no professional training. Starting today, we will prepare 36 flavors for you every day, and then select several flavors to make a clear soup. You need to taste all of them. Go out and enter the next round..."

"You are almost blank in terms of food processing. I say that you have thirteen grasping, twisting fingers, diamond palms, tablet throwing hands, Shaolin, Luohanquan... You have to master them, and I will pass you more advanced secret skills... …"

...

One by one, the great monks placed in front of Feng Xue pieces of things that looked more like instruments of torture than kitchen utensils, and took out one after another of secret books, if it is a person in the martial arts (specify those who open the martial arts hall) to see , It must be a picture that is beyond envious, but Feng Xue is full of bitterness at this time—not to mention, the full schedule alone makes him have a kind of "I'm afraid I can't survive. "Premonition.

"Well, masters, I understand the truth, but if I come to so many projects one by one, I am afraid that one day will not be enough..." After another big monk carried a thing that looked like an iron maiden and said When he was about to teach him iron cloth shirts, Feng Xue finally couldn't help it, and said with a sad face.

"What are you talking about, how could it be possible to let you come one by one!" The great monk looked at Feng Xue in surprise, as if he had made a mistake about one plus one equals two.

"Eh? Could it be that these are separate? One, three, five, and two, four, six, seasoning, and practicing martial arts on Sunday?" Feng Xue's eyes shined with hope, but the monk suddenly slapped him on the shoulder.

"Don't be silly, of course it was together! Now you put on all the weights, flip the spoon in one hand, and lift the water with the iron bucket in the other. The eighteenth will continue to feed you different seasonings along the way. You have to write down carefully. The bottom of the bucket must not touch the ground at all, and the iron sand in the pot must not fall outside the pot, otherwise we don’t mind helping you practice martial arts!"

"Help...help me practice martial arts?" Feng Xue weirdly turned her head to the great monk who said this, but the monk grinned, and his white teeth were particularly conspicuous under the bronze-colored and gold-powdered face--"We Will use the simplest method to help you open up the meridians throughout your body and make your internal Qi run more smoothly..."

For some reason, Feng Xue only felt that the great monk laughed more and more ferociously, but in her mind she couldn't help but recall the scene of Stephen Zhou being beaten by these monks, and then think about the plot of Kung Fu Li A Xing getting through the two lines of Ren and Du. I feel that my guess is...Huh?that whoever!What do you do with the folding stool?

"What? Or do you plan to come directly?" The big monk's smile on his golden face became more and more perverted, and Feng Xue immediately gave a shock

"No, no, I will go now!"

Feng Xue quickly put on that set of equipment that adds up to at least three and a half tons, holding a wok of more than 400 kilograms in her left hand, holding a bucket of 200 kilograms in her right hand, and a large monk next to him began to move towards him. Pour iron sand in the wok and mumble while pouring

"Remember to use your heart when you taste it for a while. When you come back, we will prepare a clear soup for you to rinse your mouth. If you can't taste it, we will help you train the iron cloth shirt..."

"Let's do it..." Feng Xue was already desperate at this time. Anyway, on the first day of the day, he must have been beaten. He was going to be beaten anyway, at least to learn something from it, Feng Xue Carrying a frying spoon and an iron bucket made of unknown materials, he set off, and beside him, he followed a little bottle with more than thirty small bottles on his chest. From time to time, he read the name of the seasoning out loud and threw the big spoon into his mouth. Monk.

...

"It's open! How long do you think this kid can last?" Feng Xue gradually disappeared from her sight, and the Great Monk One suddenly lifted the tablecloth on the table, revealing a table full of numbers.

"That kid looks very talented, I bet he can last for 20 days!" The Great Monk No. 2 took out a few crumpled banknotes from his arms and patted them on the number twenty. You can see the above. The odds are one to three.

"Hehe, it's not that there are no more talented people than him in the past few years. What did the little fat man from Tangjiabao look like when he came here? It's not just a few days before the abbot owes him the dead ghost father. Favor, I want to kick him out! This kid is physically stronger than that guy. I bet for ten days!"

"Physical strength? You may have missed it. The internal strength is probably comparable to the golden bell of the sixth level! No, even the seventh and eighth levels are not necessarily inferior!" Another great monk shook his head, took out a few tickets and put them in the sixty position, "I bet for two months!"