Seeing that the girl left satisfied, Suzi put it back in the cooking room and continued to pay attention to the heat of the ginseng chicken.

The smell of ginseng was already evident in the water vapor, and through the lid of the glass pot, you could see the ginseng floating and sinking in the gurgling bubbles.

There is no empty pot, no extinguishing of the heat, just wait for the time to be in place and you can get out of the pot.

Su Zifang easily took out his mobile phone to check the news that he hadn't had time to see when he had just made the silk yam.

The first is Shen Anyan's message.

"I just got up (chuáng), and today's arrangement seems to be for class, so I'll wait and see what happens (qíng). ”

"Hey, this is the breakfast at the hotel, the regular bacon sandwich, not as delicious as the last time you made it. ”

"It's time for the classroom. ”

There are a few photos in between.

There are sandwiches that look like only a few slices of lettuce, a warehouse that looks very shabby, and a room full of skins and fabrics.

"Isn't it communication, why do you still need to take classes? Su Zifang replied curiously.

When chatting with Shen Anyan a few days ago, she was still telling herself that in addition to watching shows, they were also visiting exhibitions, and the hotel was also a relatively high-standard oak hotel in France.

How do you experience country life in a blink of an eye?

Could it be that this kind of international large-scale designer exhibition is also popular for tourist attractions, shopping area one (rì) tour?

After sending the message, just as she was about to change the window, Shen Anyan came back.

"No, today I came here to visit the design workshop of a private service brand, and by the way, I listened to their chief designer explain the historical changes of the brand and some creative methods, which is very rare. ”

"The workshop specialized in supplying some of the costumes of the European aristocracy and royalty. ”

After speaking, I made up a few photos showing off the costumes.

Looking at the string of English names on the photo, Su Zifang searched curiously.

Then close the window with a smile.

He thought that the private service brand was a handmade customized model, but the content he found still made him feel that poverty limits his imagination.

The annual membership fee of the brand sent by Shen Anyan is as high as 200,000 US dollars, and this is only the basic fee, not including the cost of subsequent customized clothing.

However, when the custom garment can be completed depends on the designer's time and raw material supply (qíng).

If the customer customizes the silk dressing gown, but unfortunately encounters a reduction in the production of silk in Jili. I'm sorry, I can only wait until the next batch of silk is in place before I can continue to make it.

is such a proud (jiāo) brand, but it is sought after by major wealthy businessmen.

Su Zifang fell into deep thought.

Is this what is called brand style?

It seems that the restaurants on the Michelin list also have their own styles, such as the neon silver tower, the sushi god does not allow others to take pictures, and the sushi served must be eaten within 10 seconds.

The same is true of the chef Jasibe, who had to order a meal a year in advance, so that he could choose the right ingredients from the farm and prepare the food according to the condition of the ingredients (qíng) before making the meal.

It seems that Shibu also needs to set such a threshold! Otherwise, there is a big gap between these top chefs.

[Please work hard to improve your cooking skills, the current level is not enough to set the dining conditions for diners.] 】

The system slapped his face without (qíng), and told Su Zifang that he was a younger brother with the actual situation (qíng).

"I'm just talking, not serious...... Hey!"

looked at Shen Anyan's chat interface again, and after posting a late chat, she fell silent again.

Su Zifang put away his mobile phone and planned to clean up the cooking table he had just used, lest Zhao Xi come back and see that the syrup in the pot had not been cleaned.

It's just that as soon as he picked up the pot, he heard Zhao Xi's voice: "What about people?"

"Who?" Su Zifang looked at each other blankly.

"Didn't I ask you to ask her if she could wait for me? ”

"I made one for her, just packed it and took it away. Su Zifang pointed to the wok in his hand: "Look, the pot is not dry." ”

Zhao Xi: !!

"When did you learn to make silk drawing?"

"That's it...... Just. Su Zifang replied stubbornly.

"Huh. ”

"This plate is the shredded potatoes you made?"

Zhao Xi saw that Su Zifang had not had time to process the shredded potatoes, took a closer look, and nodded reluctantly.

As a chef who is making silk dishes for the first time, at least there are no particularly serious problems, which is okay.

Stretching out the chopsticks, I was embarrassed to find that the potatoes were all stuck together, forming a mountain of potatoes.

Firmly clamp down and put it in your mouth.

"Click!"

The icing on the outer layer of the potatoes cracks.

"You're a rock sugar potato, right?" Zhao Xi said dissatisfiedly: "The potato heat is not right, and the silk pulling is not right." ”

"Drawing silk should just be after the syrup bubbles, and when you start to turn the glass, it will be easy to turn the sand, and you will obviously have more glass on this plate. ”

"I soaked too much, and I didn't blur for a while. Su Zifang also knew what the problem was, and replied seriously.

"What's in the pot is freshly cooked?"

"Hmm. ”

Zhao Xi washed his hands, his fingertips in the syrup a little, feeling the viscosity and drawing (qíng) condition and nodded slightly.

His eyes skimmed over the dregs in the trash can, and he asked with some satisfaction: "This boiled is okay, is it a yam wrapped in cornstarch?"

"Yes, it was the girl who said that Uncle Shi would coat yam with flour before, and I just thought of it. ”

"悟 (xìng) (tǐng) is good, and you basically need to practice more. ”

After Zhao Xi finished speaking, he walked to the side of the pot and quietly smelled the smell coming from the pot, and suddenly turned off the heat: "The ginseng chicken is about to come out of the pot, turning off the heat and returning to simmer can make the chicken (ròu) more tender, and the ginseng flavor can better integrate with the chicken flavor." ”

A few minutes later, Zhao Xi took a rè casserole and changed the container of the ginseng chicken.

"The chicken soup in the casserole can be kept warm, but the casserole must be (rè) over, otherwise it will cool faster. Moreover, the casserole has a large belly and a small mouth, and the chicken fat covers it, making it easier to lock in the flavor. ”

"Uh-huh. Su Zifang took this kind of trick by heart.

"Call them all. Zhao Xi said.

Su Zifang: ???

"I just passed by and saw that Yang Qiong and the others were still over at Yipin Lo Mei, so I called over and tasted it together, it can be regarded as a pick-up for you. Zhao Xi put out five pairs of dishes and chopsticks.

"Thank you, uncle!"

Su Zifang was still thinking about how to tell Zhao Xi just now that he wanted to invite Wang Su and them over, but now Zhao Xi took the initiative to speak, which saved trouble.

The phone was dialed, and within two minutes, Yang Qiong was seen running over first.

"Thank you Uncle Zhao, thank you Boss Su, you have a good mouth again!"

"You little girl, you haven't come to see me for a long time when you go to Xiao Su's place, and now you're still thinking about eating!" Zhao Xi deliberately straightened his face and pretended to be serious.

"Haha, it's not Boss Su who is squeezing our employees, but when this side opens in the future, I will come often, Uncle Zhao, don't forget to make me something to eat." "Yang Qiong often deals with Zhao Xi, and she doesn't see anything outside at all.

"What about them?" asked Su Zifang.

"Right now, come over after packing up the last bit, I'll see if there's anything I can do to help. ”

"When you come to the food is cold, what else can you help?"

"No, the dishes and chopsticks are all set, and there is nothing left to eat. Hurry up and sit down. ”

Su Zifang watched Xie An and Wang Su come over, stretched out his hand to greet him, and then lifted the lid of the casserole.

In an instant, the rich aroma of ginseng and the smell of chicken soup came to the face, like a chūn wind!