Jiang Feng hadn't made a Babao chestnut pigeon for nearly a month, and now he started practicing again, and he was still a little handy when he deboned the first pigeon.

If you want to make an excellent Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon, you must not make any mistakes in every step, from the whole pigeon to the bone, to the filling, pine needles, steaming, and finally thickening.

But even if he didn't make a mistake from beginning to end, the eight-treasure chestnut fragrant pigeon made by Jiang Feng was still not the flavor of Sun Guanyun.

There is a gap in cooking skills, and there is also a gap in feeling and understanding.

The two old men also tried to make eight treasure chestnut pigeons for a while, and when Sun Guanyun gave Jiang Feng a teaching demonstration without reservation, the two old men were watching from the side. With the comprehension and cooking skills of the two old men, theoretically speaking, it should not be difficult to make a Babao chestnut fragrant pigeon at the same level as Sun Guanyun, but the result is still unsatisfactory.

It tastes good, but not that taste.

This dish is Sun Guanyun's original, and no one but him can make that taste.

Jiang Feng used scissors to debone the whole pigeon, and Sang Ming and Jiang Jian watched from the side. Jiang Jian also stood aside to watch Jiang Feng and was not surprised, no matter who was practicing in the back kitchen, as long as the parties didn't mind Jiang Jian, they would watch from the side.

He never said anything, just looked, didn't ask, like an invisible man. Jiang Jian's thirst for culinary knowledge has not faded with age, but has grown day by day, like a sponge that constantly absorbs water.

It's a pity that his sponge is leaking more seriously.

But it was very surprising that Sang Ming would stay to watch and learn, and everyone could see it after a period of getting along. Maybe Sang Ming's sister is really not good-looking as he said, a little fat, lazy, doesn't work, and has good grades, but Sang Ming is definitely a super sister.

A good 18 or 19-year-old young man, no rest, no bragging, no games, no hooking up with a beautiful waiter, young lady, whenever he has time, he takes his mobile phone to chat with his sister, and his sister has a final exam How many points in each homework can be memorized by all the staff in the kitchen.

Such a dead sister who is the best in the world for my sister, she didn't chat with her sister during the lunch break and came to see Jiang Feng practicing the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon, there is definitely a problem!

Jiang Feng was careless, clicked the scissors, and the skin broke.

Scrapping a pigeon, Jiang Feng threw it into the bowl next to him with great skill, and kept it for the pigeon soup with gastrodia and red dates stewed at night.

Wu Minqi was still unwell today, so she stewed soup at night and brought her back to make up for it.

"Can't you use it?" Sang Ming asked, in his opinion that just a wrong cut was not a big deal.

"The pigeon has a thin skin, and if it is broken a little, it will destroy the complete form, and the taste will not be locked. Jiang Feng explained, seeing that Sang Ming was looking seriously, he asked, "Why don't you chat with your sister?"

"Don't talk about it, she will come to Peking in two days to play with me. Sang Ming said, "I feel that my knife skills have improved a lot in the past two days, and if you learn a little from the little boss, you may be able to mix it with the cutting board." ”

Cutting boards have a lot of money.

Sang Ming's talent in knife skills is actually really good, he has not studied systematically, nor has he deliberately practiced, but he usually helps his parents chop vegetables at home to have intermediate knife skills.

If you are willing to learn and practice, you will become a good knife chef in a few years.

"Xiao Sang, you practice hard, and you can be a stove chef in the future. Jiang Jian encouraged.

"The stove is 3,000 more than the cutting board, it's too difficult, and the cutting board is pretty good. Sang Ming's analysis is reasonable.

"There is a commission on the stove. Jiang Feng kindly reminded that employees should not be given the illusion that the salary of the stove chef in Taifeng Building is low, "The proportion of each person is different, and Ji Xue's tile altar flower carving chicken can get 8%. ”

"So much!" Sang Ming's eyes suddenly straightened, with a look of envy, and he lowered his head and began to calculate how much bonus Ji Xue would get for this moonlight with the tile altar flower carving chicken.

Five minutes passed.

Can't figure it out......

When Sang Ming was immersed in arithmetic, Jiang Feng had successfully completed the whole deboning of the second pigeon and started the third pigeon.

Jiang Jian has been watching it for so long, and he can see that the requirements for knife work are too high for the whole pigeon boneless, and he can't see any doorway.

He didn't say anything, and went to the side to cut the side dishes in silence.

"Master Jiang, why did you go to chop vegetables?" Sang Ming looked up and found that the person next to him was gone.

"Can you understand?" asked Jiang Jian.

Sang Ming: ......

"I'll chop vegetables too. "Sang Ming's enthusiasm for upgrading to a cutting board chef is undiminished.

Jiang Jian has been carefully taught by Jiang Weiming for so many years, and his basic skills are very solid, and he has also learned a little bit of Jiang Weiming's ability to lead apprentices. Sang Ming was cutting vegetables next to him, and Jiang Jian was also willing to speak and guide him.

"You have a problem holding the knife like this, your hand is a little off, a little forward, yes, hold it, so that you can cut it quickly, you used to cut it too easily, and I used to hold the knife like that before, and I can't change it. Jiang Jian said while giving Sang Ming a demonstration.

"How did you change that?" asked Sang Ming.

"Later, when I was chopping vegetables, I got distracted and cut off half of my finger with a knife, so I changed it. Jiang said.

Sang Ming: !!

He looked at Jiang Jian's eyes and suddenly became wrong, with a hint of reverence in his horror.

"Cutting vegetables is the most dangerous, Jiang Feng once cut vegetables and went down with a knife, and cut an old long cut in the tiger's mouth, and the blood flowed so much that it was terrifying, and later when he participated in the finals, his hands were still wrapped in gauze. Ji Yue didn't know when she floated to the kitchen, holding a cucumber in her hand and gnawing on it.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Feng was surprised to see Ji Yue coming, it stands to reason that she should find a spot in the hall at this time to observe Zhang Guanghang's face up close.

"Sun Jikai's cufflinks seem to have fallen in the kitchen, and he just called me to ask me to help him find them. Ji Yue said, "Where does he usually move?"

"That piece, you see if it fell into any corner. Jiang Feng pointed casually.

Sun Jikai rested tonight and went back after work at noon.

He has already processed the three pigeons and is now ready to start cutting and seasoning.

Chestnuts, lotus seeds, lilies, shiitake mushrooms and other ingredients were chopped by Jiang Feng, seasoned, stuffed, and constantly stirred with a spoon. Sang Ming shredded the green peppers under the guidance of Jiang Jian, and Ji Yue scurried from under one cabinet to another, and the twist of her body and neck made people wonder if she was learning to dance.

"Sun Jikai is only active in this area at noon today?" Ji Yue asked, twisting her neck.

"It's in this one. Jiang Feng was very sure.

"Hell, his cufflinks can't still grow wings and fly. Ji Yue took out her mobile phone and called Sun Jikai.

"Hey, Sun Jikai, I've been looking around here and haven't seen your cufflinks. ”

"Yes, no, I've looked at the corners of the table under this cabinet, no. ”

"Okay, you can come and find it yourself, ah, milk tea? I don't drink milk tea, I lose weight, what? ”

Ji Yue hung up the phone and found that Jiang Feng's eyes were a little weird when she looked at her.

"Why do you think of me?"

"When did you become so familiar with Sun Jikai?" Jiang Feng showed a smile from the melon-eating crowd, and the movements in his hands stopped.

"Isn't he in the same neighborhood as us these nights, and we eat barbecue at the same restaurant every night. Ji Yue said, her thoughts drifted to the barbecue, "The barbecue at the entrance of the east gate is really delicious, and the one at the back door of A is far worse than this one." ”

"Why don't we call Kiki together tonight, your two cousins haven't left yet, right?" Ji Yue invited.

"Eh, by the way, your family is so busy every day, aren't your two cousins bored to stay at home every day?"

"It's not boring, they have something to do every day and are busier than me. Jiang Feng smiled more and more ill-intentionedly.

Li Zhai –

"Sister, have you finished cutting the potatoes, you can help me cut a little, I really can't finish cutting them!" Jiang Junlian was about to cut the potatoes and cried.

"Aren't you just short of cutting a basket? I still have a basket here, how can I have time to cut it for you, don't be lazy, grandpa will come to check it later, why don't you hurry!" Jiang Junqing urged.

Jiang Junlian wanted to say and tears flowed first.

"How can you eat big flowers like this? Jiang Junlian looked up to the sky and sighed.