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"Congratulations to the host, the mission is complete."

"Reward: Top Chinese cooking skills."

The reward comes.

A magical energy instantly possessed the body, not only the hands, but even the mouth, nose, and brain felt obvious changes.

To be a good cook, you must use both hands and brains.

Zhang Yuan understands that first of all, the knife is good, cut vegetables fast, and cut well.

Secondly, to be able to master the heat, the heat of Chinese food is very important.

Furthermore, we must learn to choose ingredients. Good ingredients are the first mark of all deliciousness and must be strictly controlled.

A good chef also needs to be familiar with the kitchen and learn to use the kitchen rationally.

To be familiar with the eight major Chinese cuisines.

You must also learn to think, have your own ideas, and not just cook, and become a cooking machine with no thoughts and emotions.

In short, the chefs are very broad and profound, the people rely on food, and the cultural connotation of Chinese food is very deep.

Even if Zhang Yuan already has top Chinese cooking skills, he can't guarantee that he is a master chef.

"How about try now?"

Zhang Yuan came to the kitchen immediately and cut a potato shreds first.

Let’s follow the standards of Wangjiang Tower, where the shredded potatoes are really fine.

Huh huh!

Three under five divided by two.

In less than five minutes, Zhang Yuan had already cut a plate of potato shreds, very thin.

The length and width of each piece are very uniform.

It looks like a machine cut, but potato shreds is a typical dish that tests the skill of a knife.

Even in small street shops, the shredded potatoes are very thin.

Zhang Yuan had watched it on TV before. In order to test his apprentice's knife skills, the chef often measured potato shreds with a ruler.

This strict requirement has also created the unique charm of Chinese cuisine.

Potato shreds, potato chips, potato pieces, various shapes, Zhang Yuan all cut very well, very smoothly, hand-held.

feels wonderful.

Looking at his hands, Zhang Yuan felt amazing.

This is the skill rewarded by the system. If you don't sing anymore, you can definitely be a good chef. With this skill in cooking, he will be able to get along well in his life.

After cutting, he had to fry, Zhang Yuan fry three plates of potatoes immediately.

Potato shreds, potato chips, potato pieces.

Add a little vinegar to enhance the flavor, then stir-fry on high heat, Zhang Yuan's left hand scoops a spoon, and his right hand keeps stirring.

Just stir fry for a minute or two, and the potato shreds and potato chips are perfectly cooked.

Then, the potato pieces started to simmer, and after ten minutes, the potato pieces were cooked.

Regardless of what others say, Zhang Yuan himself feels that the color, fragrance, and taste are complete, which is completely different from before.

Xiangzhen happened to be here, and when he heard the scent, he was immediately greedy, and started to eat.

"Your cooking skills have grown too fast, right,"

Xiang Zhen took a bite of rice and stuffed a piece of potato.

"Although they are all potatoes, the taste is really good, fresh and crispy, sour and spicy, and very good for dinner,"

"By the way, are you Sichuan cuisine, or Hunan cuisine?"

Xiang Zhen likes it so much, completely disregarding the image of a lady, and slurping like a cloud.

"Uh, this, it should be Sichuan cuisine,"

Zhang Yuan thought for a while and said.

"Just delicious, eat more,"

Zhang Yuan is very happy.

Seeing Xiang Zhen like his meals so much, Zhang Yuan felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

"Since Xiang really likes to eat, everyone else should like it."

After all, this is a cooking skill rewarded by the system, and Zhang Yuan is confident.

"I think you can open a restaurant with your cooking skills," Xiang Zhen said.

"This, I thought about it,"

I thought about it when I was in school before, but I just suffered from lack of start-up funds.

"However, your culinary skills are improving too fast, it's equivalent to reaching the sky in one step," 228 Literature Network www.wx228.com

Xiang Zhen said.

She patted her chubby belly and burped.

"Uh, I'm so full."

Zhang Yuan was already thinking about what the next dish would do.

"Or try cooking egg fried rice,"

Egg fried rice is just one type of fried rice.

When it comes to fried rice, that's too much.

It's just that Zhang Yuan often eats egg fried rice in the university cafeteria because of its low price.

However, the school’s egg fried rice tasted just plain, which is what Zhang Yuan regrets.

Although the egg fried rice is simple, it is difficult to make it well.

The simpler the dish, the more true the skill.

Just as Zhang Yuan was thinking about it, he called.

"Ms. Zhang, there is a little trouble," Tang Rou said.

According to Tang Rou's style of dealing with things, she would never come to disturb Zhang Yuan if it was not a matter of importance.

"I know it's important, let's talk about it," Zhang Yuan said.

Tang Rou said, "The chef in Wangjiang Tower is injured. There is an urgent need for a chef there, but he will definitely not be able to find it for a while. Even if you find it, you may not be able to use it. It’s different, and guests won’t like it either."

Zhang Yuan understands this truth. The chef is the lifeblood of a restaurant, and all the guests come to him.

Although this matter is a bit troublesome, Zhang Yuan will take good advantage of the opportunity presented to him.

"Well, I'll try it in the past," Zhang Yuan said.

Tang Rou was surprised: "Huh? You?"

Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "What? I dare not try?"

Zhang Yuan could understand Tang Rou's shock. After all, cooking is not something that can be achieved in a day or two.

Tang Rou was dubious: "Well then, you can try it."

Tang Rou was still confused when they met at the Wangjianglou restaurant.

Zhang Yuan did not make any excuses, and went directly to the back kitchen under the leadership of the restaurant manager.

"The boss cooks the vegetables himself, can this work?"

Everyone, including the restaurant manager, seriously doubted the boss's cooking skills, but due to their identity, they dared not express it clearly.

Zhang Yuan can clearly feel the doubts around him. This is normal, as he expected.

However, there is no way to keep a low profile now.

He has to take off his mask, otherwise he can't cook.

Ugh!

Low-key is not good, only high-key.

The moment he took off the mask, an extremely handsome face appeared.

That silhouette, that brow, that affectionate eyes.

That fair and flawless skin.

He is more beautiful than women.

He is more handsome than men.

So handsome.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Only Tang Rou remained calm.

"Gosh, you, you are Zhang Yuan,"

After a brief silence, there was finally an echo of shock.

"Wow, wow, Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan is actually our boss,"

"This is too handsome, it's even more handsome than on TV, and this figure, this height, and the size are perfect,"

"Male god, my male god, sign a name,"

"I like your song so much, I am your fan,"

"Boss, you are actually our boss, hahaha, great,"

...

There was another period of worship, and both men and women worshiped Zhang Yuan extremely.

This was also expected by Zhang Yuan.

In desperation, Zhang Yuan could only sign for everyone, and then this signature drew another exclamation and cheers.

Zhang Yuan's good handwriting made fans even more excited.