Xu Zhuo looked left and right, and found that no one was paying attention to him, so he secretly poured the scrambled egg whites in the pot into the trash.

Although the kitchen god character has collapsed, it has to be maintained as much as possible.

Next, Xu Zhuo did not do it again, but walked to the side to observe the old man and Jianguo fried crabs.

Looking at it, Boss Xu finally saw the doorway.

Scrambled egg whites are not the same as regular scrambled eggs, and you can't wait for the oil to heat up before putting them in the pan.

Instead, after sliding the pan, cold oil is poured into the egg whites, so that the scrambled egg whites will be tender and smooth, and the taste will be closer to crab meat.

After seeing it, Boss Xu tried it again, and this time the scrambled egg whites were white and tender, much better than the scrambled egg whites just now.

However, it is a little sparse overall, and there is a gap between it and the egg whites fried by the old man, and it is even inferior to the fried ones of Jianguo.

Boss Xu is very satisfied, after all, without the blessing of skills, it is already very good to be able to fry like this.

At least stronger than the first time.

He was just about to scramble the egg yolk, when the old man, who had already finished filming, walked over, glanced at the egg white scrambled by Boss Xu, and shook his head.

"After getting out of the pot, you can't rush to stir-fry, wait for the molding time to stir-fry a few times, put in the juice when the egg liquid is about to solidify, and you can just get out of the pot after stir-frying. ”

After speaking, he poured the plate of egg whites fried by Boss Xu into the trash: "Do it again!"

Under the supervision of the old man, Boss Xu fried one crab after another, but each one had various problems.

Some of them are not good for the heat, some are not good for stir-frying, some are not placed at the right time, and there are too many or too little juices.

The old man has been standing beside Xu Zhuo, and every time he can accurately find the shortcomings in the crab made by Xu Zhuo, and then pour the plate into the trash can and let Xu Zhuo fry it again.

"Master, it's a pity that these eggs are poured, even if they are not qualified, we can treat them as staff meals......"

Every time the old man poured those scrambled eggs into the trash can, Jianguo felt distressed.

Don't all chefs have to take care of the ingredients? Why does the old man of the Xu family keep pouring it into the trash?

This is completely inconsistent with the professionalism of chefs.

Is this the rule of the chef of the state banquet?

The old man took a sip of tea: "I just want to tell you that if you don't make a dish perfect, your hard work can only be thrown into the trash, and you are not even qualified to be tasted." ”

"Also, don't leave yourself a way out when cooking, thinking that if you do something bad, you will eat it yourself, once you have this kind of thinking, it will be difficult for you to put ten percent effort into cooking. ”

"Yu Peiyong said before, only if there is no way back, will I go all out, I will give you these two sentences, I will think about it when I am fine. ”

After speaking, the old man looked at a crab that Xu Zhuo had just fried, and nodded slightly.

Boss Xu's dishes, no matter what the taste is, are all first-class and good.

He took the chopsticks and tasted it, and said to Xu Zhuo: "The egg yolk fried is a bit long, and there is no such soft and glutinous taste, come again!"

After saying that, he poured the crab that Xu Zhuo had just fried into the trash, and continued to urge Xu Zhuo to cook.

Regarding the old man's approach, Boss Xu did have a lot of opinions at the beginning.

He finally came up with a way to stop the loss, and he could even use these eggs to make a good profit, but when he started cooking, the old man was like he couldn't get along with the money, and he poured it into the trash can without tasting it.

was originally a good money-making strategy, but because of the intervention of the old man, twenty or thirty sets of race crabs were poured out before and after.

Not to mention making money, it's already good to be able to keep the cost.

The cost mentioned here is not only the price of eggs, but also the cost of losing staff wages in the kitchen, although I have just sold more than 20 crabs, but after careful calculation, it is really not very profitable.

However, with the rapid progress of craftsmanship, Xu Zhuo understood the old man's intentions.

Only by throwing your hard work in the trash can can you really want to prove yourself from the bottom of your heart and want to make this dish well.

Then, Xu Zhuo's skill in stir-frying crabs became more and more skilled, and after the old man poured twenty servings in a row, he was already able to make a perfect crab.

It's not as good as what the old man does, but it's much better than most chefs.

However, it is useless, the old man should pour how he pours.

It wasn't until Xu Zhuo finished the last crab that the old man tasted it before nodding and saying, "Yes, this crab is perfect and can be served to customers." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Zhuo heard the prompt sound of the system.

"After unremitting efforts, the host has made a high-quality dish for the first time, and the host will be rewarded with the D-level signature dish [Race Crab], congratulations to the host. ”

This prompt sound made Xu Zhuo a little confused, and he was stunned for a while before he realized that the plate of crab he had just made was a high-quality dish, and then the system raised the grade of this dish to a higher level and became a D-level signature dish.

This is really an unexpected joy, Boss Xu finally stopped worrying about his crab overturning, and finally he was not afraid that the old man would pour his hard work into the trash.

In the hour just now, it really tortured him enough.

It's not worth much, but it's frustrating to watch your painstakingly prepared dishes end up in the trash.

If it weren't for the old man's behavior, Xu Zhuo believed that his skills in making crabs would not have improved so quickly.

When he was just stir-frying, he had been holding his breath in his heart, wanting to prove to the old man how good his craft was.

Looking back now, his dissatisfaction with the old man in his heart completely came to naught, and he said seriously to the old man: "Grandpa, thank you." ”

The old man waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "My family, say thank you or not, the kitchen is handed over to you, and I will go and talk with your grandmother for a while." ”

After speaking, the old man walked out of the kitchen with his hands behind his back.

Boss Xu looked at the time, it was already nine o'clock, and he asked while beating eggs, "How many copies of the crab have not been made?"

Jianguo looked at the order and said, "There are eight more copies, do you want me to help?"

Xu Zhuo shook his head: "No, you are busy with yours, I can do it alone." ”

After speaking, Boss Xu began to prepare the ingredients for the crab.

Business in the store was particularly good tonight, and people kept ordering crabs, and many people even packed one or two servings for their families after eating.

"Zheng Jia, tell the waiter in the store that you won't be making crabs tonight. It was almost ten o'clock, and the tired Boss Xu walked out of the kitchen.

Zheng Jia was counting today's income, and after listening to Xu Zhuo's words, he asked curiously, "Why didn't you do it?"

Xu Zhuo yawned: "There are no eggs in the store......"