"Mom, did someone ask about rice today?" Coming out of the kitchen, Su Zifang immediately found Chen Chuyi to inquire about the news.

The system doesn't post a task for no reason, someone must have said something in the store.

"Yes, a few customers who ordered braised chicken feet said they wanted to use rice with marinade. Chen Chuyi blurted out, "I'm going to tell you when you're done, but you asked first." ”

"Oh. Su Zi responded.

When the menu was graded, the system didn't prompt the rice, he always thought that it couldn't be provided, and he was busy doing tasks later, and he didn't think about it.

If it weren't for the fact that a rice-loving diner asked after the traffic surged, it is estimated that he would have thought of serving rice later.

"Is it possible to provide it as long as it's rice?" asked Suzi as he asked the system.

[All dishes served by the system must be at least Class B.] 】

"Okay, got it. Su Zifang closed the prompt box and fell into deep thought.

He did learn how to make white rice in the old south, but he never focused on rice.

I thought that rice was a staple food that filled my hunger as only by making high-quality dishes, but I didn't expect this negligence to be manifested until now.

"Mom, have you ever steamed rice?" asked Su Zifang with some curiosity.

Chen Chuyi showed an expression of looking at a fool.

"If I hadn't steamed rice, what did you and your dad eat before?" said Chen Chuyi, angrily.

"Oh, yes. Su Zifang nodded, and his eyes rolled: "Mom, why don't you wait for a pot of rice to be steamed?"

"Go by yourself!" Chen Chuyi refused without hesitation.

"I remember that the rice made by my mother was so delicious that it tasted like home. Su Zifang's voice was sensational and sincere, vividly expressing the mood of the wanderer who had been studying for several years longing for the taste of home.

"You wait, Mom will do it for you!" Chen Chuyi was extremely satisfied with his son's performance, and immediately took over the work of steaming rice.

While Chen Chuyi was steaming the rice, Su Zifang had been watching from the kitchen.

Watching her scoop rice and wash rice, all the pictures in Su Zifang's memory were awakened.

When I was a child, Su's family was not so wealthy, and Su Lianzheng, Chen Chuyi, and Su Zifang's family of three were crammed into a bungalow of less than 60 square meters.

Chen Chuyi will put a pot on the stove every time he eats, put an appropriate amount of rice and water in a bowl, steam three bowls of rice, and steam another bowl of egg custard in a free place.

It was Su Zifang's favorite snack when she was a child.

When he grew up, Chen Chuyi replaced the bowl with a large piece of gauze.

Each time, soak the rice for three people in advance, and wait until the rice is steamed, and arrange it evenly on the gauze. Bring the water in the pot to a boil over high heat, boil and steam for 5 minutes, then turn to medium heat and continue to steam for 10 minutes.

Every time the rice is steamed, there is always an abnormal aroma in the pot, and it is sweet and silky, and you can eat a big bowl of white rice alone.

With the effort of reminiscing, Chen Chuyi's rice has also been put on the pot, and the aroma of rice has quietly spread out, gradually overlapping with the taste in memory.

"Mom, how did you steam the rice?" Su Zifang politely brought a cup of tea.

"It's what you can see, wash it twice, soak it for a while, spread it evenly, and steam it in a pot. Chen Chuyi finished drinking the tea and motioned for Su Zifang to have another cup.

"Then why does it taste the same every time?" This is where Su Zifang is puzzled.

If the process can be strictly controlled, but the origin of rice is different, how does Chen Chuyi ensure that the rice tastes the same every time.

"It's different, you haven't tasted it, have you?" said Chen Chuyi.

Su Zifang: ......

He felt like his junior chef's face was crackling.

In the past, it was not as good as the canteen, but now it is difficult to distinguish the fragrance of rice.

"You're also a chef, how can you think that these kinds of rice taste the same. Chen Chuyi waved his hand casually and started the on-site teaching.

"Long-grain rice is more suitable for cooking, and it has a more elegant shape when cooked, which is suitable for small and delicate foods. ”

"Round-grain rice is actually what we call japonica rice, and it is also the most common kind of rice in most families, whether it is porridge, rice, or claypot rice, it is a suitable choice. ”

"These rice have different flavors depending on the origin, processing method, and storage period of the rice. ”

"How can it taste the same, unless it's your nose that is broken. Chen Chuyi said mercilessly.

"But I feel like you've been steaming a taste!" Su Zifang tried to make a final salvage.

"You're hungry, and you can say it's delicious when you eat. After Chen Chuyi finished speaking, he didn't pay attention to Su Zifang in a daze, lifted the lid of the pot and brought out the rice.

In the two blue and white bowls, the white and crystal rice is piled up to the tip, and the fragrance of rice penetrates into the nose, which makes people very appetizing whether it is smell or sight.

"Taste?" Chen Chuyi handed over a pair of chopsticks.

"Oh, good!" Su Zifang said as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Take the chopsticks and pick up a piece of rice and put it in your mouth.

The rice is very soft and easy to chew without sticking to your teeth, and you can enjoy the unique aroma of rice even when you bite it out.

It is as if you are on top of the grain that has just been harvested in late autumn, and the sun is setting and the sun is shining on your body, and the whole person feels lazy. The white and chubby rice ball jumped into his mouth with a round belly, bringing him supreme enjoyment.

According to Su Zifang's cognition, this kind of dish that can bring memories has never been rated lower than B, so while he was eating with his head down, he quietly turned on the tasting function.

[A bowl of ordinary white rice, grade B.] 】*

The remarks column at the back is also densely written, but after reading it a few times, Su Zifang didn't get much effective information.

Most of the suggestions for improvement are in the raw materials, such as the suggestion to switch to Xiangshui rice or authentic Wuchang rice, and the use of bamboo for steaming rice.

However, as a person who struggles at the bottom of the chef's contempt chain, Xiangshui rice and authentic Wuchang rice are simply not ingredients that a chef of his level can encounter.

It's not as good as the method of steaming rice later.

However, what hit Su Zifang even more was that he had worked hard to study heart cooking, and all kinds of cooking techniques were used, and some dishes could only be B-, not even as good as Chen Chuyi's ordinary white rice.

He wanted to cry!

[Please work hard to improve your culinary expertise.] 】

The system pops up a prompt, really hardcore comfort.

"Can this rice be served in the store?" Su Zifang was sad, but still focused on the point.

[All dishes sold in the host's restaurant must be made by the host himself.] 】

When Su Zifang saw this prompt, he was a little heartbroken, so he asked himself to become the world's top chef, how to revitalize Xile Street, I am afraid that I will be tired and half dead every day when I cook.

After a turn of his mind, Su Zifang suddenly thought of a situation: "Then, can't the dishes made by the employees in the store be sold?"

After speaking, he continued to add: "Otherwise, if it becomes a top business district in the future, there will definitely be many people in the store, and you have to invite other chefs, can't they make a menu?"

[The employee system is open. 】

[Dishes made by employees can be sold on the menu after being reviewed by the host.] 】

[Depending on the host's current level, up to two staff members may be employed.] 】*

That's it! Su Zifang showed a smug expression.