For Su Zifang, the master's gift is a pitiful reward for this task, and the only thing that attracts him is that the task comes with a video of Chen Guiqi studying with Du Wentao.

It's time to watch a documentary.

Early in the morning, the duck fat baked cakes were put into the oven, and the fried buns were all placed, and everyone completed the work step by step, so that Su Zifang had no other work to do after a few small favors.

Holding a freshly baked duck fat baked cake, and going to Xie Guang's side to rub a duck blood vermicelli soup, Su Zifang nested by the window and opened Chen Guiqi's video and began to enjoy breakfast.

There was a blur in front of him, and Su Zifang appeared in the back kitchen of Wentao Restaurant.

Du Wentao was wearing the clothes of the head chef, which was very recognizable, and he was talking to a young man with a bit of childishness at the moment.

Through his honest face, it is easy to see that the young man is Chen Guiqi.

Getting closer, Du Wentao's voice drifted into his ears.

"Why can't you remember? Yangzhou fried rice is not like this! You can't do this with your current strength, so go and practice the pot honestly!"

It can be seen that Du Wentao is indeed the kind of master who is very strict with his apprentices, and the young Chen Guiqi is about to be scolded and crying.

"Master, I can make Wensi tofu, I can definitely try it a few more times. ”

Chen Guiqi's words made Su Zifang stunned for a while.

When did you master Wensi Tofu on your own?

22 years old?

Moreover, it was Xue Yijia's joint efforts on both sides of the system that allowed him to master the essentials and essence of Wensi tofu production so quickly.

How old is Chen Gui in front of him?

Even if he is 15 years old, he can already make Wensi tofu?

I didn't see that he was still such a talented player!

Su Zifang looked at the empty basin on a cooking table next to him, stretched out his head to look, and sure enough, it was a piece of extremely good shredded tofu.

Judging from his experience in making S and Wensi tofu, Chen Guiqi's knife skills reached the level of an intermediate chef at the age of 15, and he is still very diligent.

"Wensi Tofu?"

"That's a knife practice dish, the soup is boiled well, and the pigs can make it delicious!"

"It's the same with the big boiled dried shreds you secretly practiced a few days ago, it's nothing particularly innovative, and you can't be a good chef with optics. ”

"No matter how good you are, people will say that you're just 'Oh, Chen Guiqi! I know, Wensi tofu is the one who makes it very well.'" ’”

"But what do people say about me?"

Chen Guiqi had obviously heard Du Wentao's self-description many times, and repeated it without waiting for Du Wentao to speak.

"Master Du, that Yangzhou fried rice, absolutely amazing!"

Du Wentao looked at Chen Guiqi's efforts to hold back his laughter, and suddenly became angry, and looked at it several times before he said fiercely: "Go, turn the pot five hundred times!"

"Huh?"

Chen Guiqi dragged a long tail note and walked away with a pout.

On the edge of the stove, Chen Guiqi pulled out the fire and moved it to the stove next to it, and poured out a small half bag of iron sand from an old pocket on the side and began to practice.

Although he looked quite thin, when Chen Guiqi picked up the pot, Su Zifang still saw Chen Guiqi's strength at a glance.

Not weak!

Of course, it may also be because there is not much iron sand in the pot, so Chen Guiqi is very relaxed. The direction of the iron sand is consistent, and the rise and fall are all very obedient, and the rustling sound is very rhythmic.

"One, two, three...... Ten!"

Chen Guiqi shouted a slogan every time he shook the pot, and for a while, even Su Zifang looked at it with great feelings, and the future was unlimited!

Du Wentao had just finished foaming the soup stock on the side, and when he turned around, he saw Chen Guiqi making the pot, sighed and shouted to stop, and poured out a small half from the bag, and made up half of the bag before letting Chen Guiqi continue.

Su Zi took a look at it and found that most of the iron sand in the pot was round and polished, but there were also a few irregular shapes, and after a little thought, he understood the reason.

This bag of iron sand was supposed to be irregularly shaped, but it became round because it rubbed against each other when the pot was broken.

And Du Wentao always poured out half of it when he practiced, and the iron and sand were mixed unevenly, which gave him such an uneven shape in the pot now.

Du Wentao reached out and took out a handful of iron sand with a not very regular shape, and asked softly: "Gui Qiwa, how long have you been learning from me?" ”

"Two years and four months!" Chen Guiqi blurted out.

"Two years!"

"It's not short!"

Du Wentao sighed and sprinkled the iron sand: "How long have you been carrying this bag of sand?"

"It's been more than half a year. Chen Guiqi put down the iron pot and looked at Du Wentao, not knowing what he was going to say.

"Then do you know why I asked you to break the iron sand?"

"The purpose of making a pot is to master the skills of transporting the pot, you must know that the core technology of Chinese cuisine is still in the stir-frying, you put so little sand, and the skills you practice are not solid!"

"Once you have a lot of dishes, you can't grasp the quantity, and that's not good. ”

"You must know that when your master asked me to practice making pots, he prepared three pockets of iron sand for me, and I was not allowed to leave the master until it was smooth and shiny. ”

"It took me five years to polish all three pockets of iron sand. ”

"You still practice by counting numbers, which means that you have not yet realized the importance of the pot to you. ”

"Don't practice now. Come here, I'll show you something. ”

Chen Guiliang did not refute Du Wentao's words when he heard them, and immediately stepped forward and stood aside honestly.

Du Wentao lit a fire, poured oil into the pot to moisten the pot, knocked a few eggs into the bowl, did not stir up, and when the oil and gas began to bubble out of the pot, he immediately poured the eggs in.

Six egg yolks form a plum blossom, and it begins to turn golden and crispy in an instant.

The fragrance of eggs escaped, making Chen Guiqi want to drool a little, after all, he was still a child, and he couldn't help it when he saw this kind of thing.

If he sprinkled some more salt, Su Zifang estimated that Chen Guiqi would be able to cry on the spot.

"You're going to have to watch it. ”

Seeing that his apprentice's eyes were full of food, Du Wentao opened his mouth to remind him, and the towel in his hand was held a little tighter.

Now is the time!

Du Wentao slammed it, and the egg cake in the pot flew into the air, and after turning over, it landed steadily in the pot without a trace of damage.

Chen Guiqi didn't understand the meaning of this hand, but Su Zifang saw it clearly.

When Du Wentao turned the eggs, the egg whites at the bottom were just solidified, and the egg yolk and egg whites were still shaking, almost fluid, which was not easy to complete.

This hand is not something that every chef can do in the Lu cuisine circle, which is good at grilling.

After all, there are many chefs who can make a big spoon, but there are very few people who can make an egg in this state a big spoon.

When Su Zifang was still stunned, Chen Guiqi's voice had already sounded: "Master, is this what you can do by practicing the pot?"

"Of course!"

"As long as you practice carefully, you can polish the three pockets of iron sand to smooth round grains. ”

Du Wentao's face did not change, and his heart did not beat and he lied.

Chen Guiqi's eyes flashed with excitement, and he began to stir up the pot again.

Su Zifang slurred silently and looked at Du Wentao's stove.

Since the system gives such a task, it will definitely not wait for Chen Guiqi to make it, and the footage of practicing the pot is not good-looking, it is not as interesting as practicing it yourself.