So, after an in-depth but useless discussion on how to become a top chef, the relationship between Su Zifang and Mu Fei became much closer.

When Xue Yi came back from a nap and prepared for the evening business, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

"Brother Fang, your knife technique is wrong, you have to find a pattern, otherwise it will be easy to break the rhythm. ”

"Hey, Xiaofei, the soup stock of braised phoenix feet can't be put like that, it's too spicy, and the diners in Jingling can't stand it. ”

Xue Yi: ???

I was only away for one afternoon, how could the relationship between the two people get closer so quickly? Not only the knife work, but also the ingredients were discussed.

However, for him, both of them are grandsons of the deceased, and rounding off is his own grandson, and he can save a lot of worry if the relationship between the two is good, so he asked with a smile: "What are you talking about? ”

"Xiaofei's basic skills are very solid, and he is guiding me. Su Zifang took the initiative to start blowing rainbow farts.

"Where, Brother Fang's creativity is unlimited, I have to learn from Brother Fang. Mu Fei was not inferior to the praise.

Although in Xue Yi's opinion, Su Zifang and Mu Fei's business blowing each other is about the same as roosters pecking each other, but he is still very pleased to see the two juniors discussing cooking skills so enthusiastically.

"Hello Grandpa Xue, hello Boss Su. Zhao Xiaoman's voice suddenly sounded.

After a few seconds, there was another question: "Hey, who is he?"

In order to avoid Mu Fei from saying that extremely middle two introduction, Su Zifang preemptively replied for him: "This is Mu Fei, from Dian City, and he also participated in the Huaiyang Cuisine Exchange Conference." ”

"Mu Fei?

Su Zifang didn't expect Zhao Xiaoman to be able to tell Mu Fei's origin, and said in surprise: "Do you know him?"

"I don't know, but I know the king of the Mu family's Yunnan cuisine. Zhao Xiaoman looked at Mu Fei, his face was a little incredulous.

"This is Zhao Xiaoman, a mid-level chef like you, who should be the same age as you, and is now at Jingling University, and Yang Qiong is a classmate. ”

"Oh!" Mu Fei replied simply.

"What's the matter with his hair?" asked Zhao Xiaoman in a low voice.

"Purple gas is coming from the east. Su Zifang explained with a smile.

"It's chic. Zhao Xiaoman nodded and stretched out his hand to say hello, "Hello, I'm Zhao Xiaoman." ”

"Hello, Mu Fei. Probably because the other party knew his identity, Mu Fei did not specifically emphasize that he was the heir of Mu Wangfu.

"Okay, it's going to be open soon, and since we all know each other, I'll directly arrange tonight's division of labor. The business was imminent, Xue Yi didn't let them introduce each other like in the morning, and directly arranged it by himself: "Zifang will be the stove, and the two of you will take turns to make the water table and the cutting board to help." ”

"Yes. Three voices rang out at the same time.

Su Zifang and Zhao Xiaoman have been skilled in cooperating with Xue Yi in the past few days, and Mu Fei is no stranger to this under Mu Yun's training.

"One Longjing shrimp, one pork rib soup, one crab roe lion's head!"

"Reserve three sets of duck, one boiled dried shredded, two bowls of Yangchun noodles and two bowls of egg fried rice. ”

"Steamed sea bass, sweet and sour tenderloin. ”

"Wait...... Add one more Longjing shrimp!"

At dinner time, the flow of food silence broke through again, and the à la carte menu flowed into the back kitchen like snowflakes, and then was disassembled into a preparation list in the hands of Mu Fei and Zhao Xiaoman.

"Half a pound of shrimp, it's been processed, and the sea bass still has thirty seconds. Zhao Xiaoman grabbed the belly perch in his hand to tell the time.

Mu Fei on the edge of the pool was not to be outdone: "Thirty pieces of dried bean curd have been washed." ”

At this time, not only Su Zifang and Zhao Xiaoman, but even Xue Yi looked at Mu Fei: "What are you doing washing so many dried tofu?"

"Isn't it eleven portions of boiled dried shreds?"

"She's talking about the last one, not the eleven!" Su Zifang said helplessly.

"Uh. Mu Fei glanced at Yang Qiong.

Yang Qiong also glanced at Mu Fei.

This new chopping board looks quite clever, but the ears are not very good.

"What about that too much?" Mu Fei was a little embarrassed, touching his purple hair and feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Keep it for now, and when no one orders it, make a staff meal, stir-fry and dry. Xue Yi put the Longjing shrimp out of the plate, glanced at the water platform and wrote lightly.

This kind of small accident only made Yang Qiong's speed of serving food pause for a few seconds, after all, there is Xue Yi, a senior technician, in charge of the kitchen, and there are three intermediate chefs to help the cook, even in some star-rated restaurants, it is completely enough.

As several people become more and more proficient, the serving speed of the entire kitchen gradually accelerates.

The stove hardly stops, and except for a few laborious dishes, the rest of the dishes are almost always counted by the second.

finally managed to make it to the end of business hours, Su Zifang and Mu Fei were so tired that they couldn't lift their arms.

Taking off the chef's uniform, Zhao Xiaoman saw the sandbags tied to the arms of the two, and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing with sandbags?"

"Practicing knife work, Master said that our hands were unstable. Su Zifang shook his arms with difficulty.

"Understood. Zhao Xiaoman nodded, revealing a bit of schadenfreude: "Come on!"

"Don't you want to be together?" Su Zifang wanted to pull someone into the water again.

"No, I practiced it when I was a child, so I shouldn't be able to use it anymore. Zhao Xiaoman replied with a sweet smile, signaling that Su Zifang's knife work was a younger brother in front of her.

"Ahem, ahem!" Mu Fei, who was drinking water on the side, almost choked when he heard Zhao Xiaoman's words.

Before he came out, he thought that his cooking skills were already good among his peers, but it turned out that he had only been in Jingling for one day, and he had already been hit twice.

First, Su Zifang, who was self-taught and could master the state banquet-level Longjing shrimp cuisine, and now there is a perfect Zhao Xiaoman.

When he was in Shuitai just now, he paid attention to Zhao Xiaoman's knife work, whether it was meat or fish, the knife was extremely neat, obviously holding a kitchen knife, but it was a little more stable than a scalpel, and more importantly, he was still as old as himself, and he should be a contestant from other places.

However, Mu Fei did not have the surname Zhao in his impression of any Huaiyang cuisine chef, so he couldn't help but ask, "Are you also a contestant in the Huaiyang Cuisine Conference?"

"Yes. Zhao Xiaoman replied.

"Okay. Mu Fei suddenly became depressed.

"Hmm, you want to participate?" Su Zifang grabbed what Zhao Xiaoman said and looked at her in surprise.

"What's wrong? Was it a surprise that I participated?"

"But you're not ......"

Before Su Zifang finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Xiaoman's smile: "Do you want to say that I can't cook?" ”

"Hmm......" Su Zifang wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Mu Fei's broken thoughts beside him.

"I knew that my dad didn't have a good heart, and there were so many powerful people who asked me to come over, just to discourage my enthusiasm. There's no way I'm going to lose, though!"

"Poof!" Zhao Xiaoman couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard Mu Fei's words, this heir of Mu Wangfu was really interesting.

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