Wu Minqi has been working in a healthy stir-fry restaurant for so long, and if she doesn't get a penny, she is a pure cook, mainly because she doesn't realize that she needs to be paid, after all, in her opinion, whether it is in a healthy stir-fry restaurant or in Wujia Restaurant, it is to hone her cooking skills, and she is borrowing land to practice rather than working after school.

Wu Minqi pulled her father to introduce him to the structure of the back kitchen, where the dishes are, where the seasonings are, where the plates are, the distribution of the stove, etc., and finally took him to the storage room to tell him where the various spices are stored.

"Kiki, how much does it cost you to work here for a month?" asked Wu Hanxue (Wu Minqi's father).

"Part-time job?" Wu Minqi took out a bag of white sugar from the cabinet, the white sugar in the back kitchen was finished by Jiang Feng Huo Huo in the morning, she originally came to find white sugar, "I just borrowed their back kitchen to practice, not a part-time job." ”

Wu Hanxue: ......

His daughter must have been stupid in learning to cook all these years.

"Uncle Jiang and Aunt Wang are very good, if I want to use the kitchen to figure out what dishes I can use at any time, I don't have to buy the ingredients myself. When Jiang Feng and I practiced cooking, the dishes were all sold as specials, and they were written on the standing sign at the door. Wu Minqi said, "This cabinet is full of sugar, dry goods are over there, then the oil is there, the flour is in the yellow cabinet, and there is ...... in the white cabinet."

Seeing that Wu Minqi was familiar with everything in the healthy stir-fry restaurant, Wu Hanxue couldn't help but sigh in combination with the guess that his wife had just said to himself.

Sure enough, it's her daughter who is outgoing.

After Wu Minqi introduced Wu Hanxue to the back kitchen with the sugar, Jiang Feng was still making silk yam and using the oil bottom to sink sugar.

Wu Minqi glanced at the candy jar, which couldn't be more empty.

"I'll pour the candy in, and you'll get it yourself later. Wu Minqi said to Jiang Feng.

"Good. Jiang Feng nodded and continued to stare at the pot.

Wu Minqi looked at the list and started to work, leaving Wu Hanxue to have nothing to do, standing next to Jiang Feng and watching him make silk yams.

"Two servings of ants on the tree, three servings of Sichuan-style jelly, and Aunt Wang went to the store behind to buy it and sent it over quickly. Ji Yue came in with a post-it note.

Wu Hanxue rolled up his sleeves and prepared to work, it was time to show his professionalism as a chef in a five-star hotel like his daughter's classmates and the father of his classmates.

Comrade Wang Xiulian was very efficient, bought all the cold noodles in the back store, a whole big pot, put it on the kitchen table and went out to get busy.

As soon as the ants came out of the pot, Ji Yue came in with a sticky note: "2 servings of ants on the tree for dine-in, 1 serving for takeout, 6 servings of Sichuan-style cold noodles, 2 servings of Kung Pao chicken, 1 serving of shredded potatoes, 2 servings of rice-flavored shredded pork, and 1 serving of scrambled eggs with tomatoes." ”

After a while, Ji Yue came in again.

"3 servings of ants on the tree, 1 serving of chestnut roast chicken, 1 serving of silk pulling yam, 4 servings of Sichuan-style jelly, and 3 servings of Kung Pao chicken takeaway. ”

Within two minutes, Ji Yue came in again.

"1 serving of ants on the tree, 3 servings of chestnut roast chicken, 5 servings of Sichuan-style jelly, 3 servings of take-out. ”

At twelve o'clock, it was when the small restaurants around the school were full of guests, and the students of University A, who had a little money in their pockets and had no classes in the afternoon, took a morning class, who didn't want to come to the healthy stir-fry restaurant to have a good meal to treat themselves?

Anyway, there is no class in the afternoon, so I'm not afraid to wait.

The regular customers of the healthy stir-fry restaurant even mastered the law of Jiang Weiguo's appearance in the back kitchen, coupled with Sun Guanyun's Cantonese food bombardment last time, the alert guests realized that a chef may have dropped randomly in the back kitchen from the moment they saw Wang Xiulian hanging a menu on the wall.

The first buddy who ate ants on the tree was so excited that he almost licked the plate.

A Sichuan cuisine master randomly dropped in the back kitchen of the healthy stir-fry restaurant!

The Shudi students who came to hear the wind almost crowded the door of the healthy stir-fry restaurant, although Wu Minqi did Sichuan cuisine well, but compared to her father, it was far worse.

The ants made by Wu Han are on the tree, the meat foam is attached to the vermicelli, the vermicelli is oily, soft and tender, the gluten is crispy and fragrant, the flavor is chic, the taste is light, and it is definitely the top grade in vegetarian dishes.

This is the signature dish of Wujia Restaurant, which is sold at three times more expensive than the Healthy Stir-Fry Restaurant.

A college student who knows a little bit will know what it means for this ant to go up to the tree as soon as you eat it.

Miss today, wait another year!

No, you may not be able to wait for a year.

With the experience of the last Cantonese food bombardment, Shaxian Snacks and the ramen restaurant opposite naturally gave up the tables and chairs in their own stores, Jiang Feng was naturally deprived of the qualification to cook in the back kitchen and exiled to the lobby to wipe the table, and the diners naturally frantically ordered ants on the tree, chestnut roast chicken and Sichuan-style jelly.

Everything is natural.

Only Wu Hanxue felt unnatural.

Since he burned the first ant on the tree, he has not stopped, and Ji Yue has kept reporting dishes to the back kitchen, basically those few dishes.

"3 servings of ants on the tree, 4 servings of Sichuan-style jelly to take, 2 servings of chestnut roast chicken, 1 serving of kung pao chicken, and 2 servings of fish-flavored shredded pork rice bowls to be delivered. ”

"1 takeaway of fried pork with chili, 2 takeaways of scrambled egg rice with tomatoes, 2 takeaways of Disanxian, and 5 takeaways of Sichuan-style jelly. ”

"1 scrambled egg rice bowl with onions, 3 Sichuan-style cold noodles, and 1 ant on the tree. ”

"Sichuan Flavor Jelly ......"

Wu Minqi can even spare time to help with packing.

Wu Hanxue began to doubt life.

He understands the reason, but why is the business of this seemingly ordinary small restaurant so good?

Wu's restaurant is nothing more than that.

Wu Hanxue, who doubted his life, continued to stir-fry.

On the other side, Jiang Feng saw Zhang Zhiyun in the lobby again.

He was too impressed with Zhang Zhiyun, which was all due to Cao Guixiang's 9 dishes in the game recipe, and he couldn't wait to be friends with Zhang Zhiyun. Maybe one day, releasing a side quest is a memory, shaking hands with Zhang Zhiyun is a memory, and cooking a dish for Zhang Zhiyun is a memory.

This could be a walking humanoid memory bank!

Zhang Zhiyun came to accompany his roommate to dinner, and since he ate Sun Guanyun's fried beef river that day, all the food has been tasteless, and he has lost several pounds in just ten days. His roommate was the one who came to the healthy stir-fry restaurant with him last time, a native of Shudi, and he was so excited that he couldn't help himself when he ate a plate of ants and went up the tree.

"Fourth, you must try this, let me tell you that there are few restaurants in Shu that can make this taste, I have eaten it in Wujia Restaurant, it is the most famous five-star restaurant in our Shudi, and the price of the dish is three times this!" Zhang Zhiyun's roommate felt that what he ate was earned, and he was so excited that he said to Jiang Feng, "Please have another ant on the tree to pack!"

Zhang Zhiyun tasted it.

"It's okay, it's not as good as my grandmother's cooking. ”

"Blow you. "The roommate didn't believe it.

Zhang Zhiyun can't explain that his grandmother has been dead for several years, but in his memory, Cao Guixiang's cooking skills are the best, and the chefs in other hotels can't compare.

Unconsciously, Cao Guixiang had disappeared from his life for many years, and even the taste of those dishes began to be slowly forgotten.

Jiang Feng and Ji Yue said that they would add another packaged ant to the tree, then walked up to Zhang Zhiyun and said with a smile: "This guest, I see that you seem to have only ordered this cold powder, there is a new dish in our store, do you want to help try the dish?"

"Try the food?" Zhang Zhiyun hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay." ”

Jiang Feng entered the back kitchen.

"What's wrong, what's wrong? Aren't you busy ahead?" Jiang Jiankang asked.

"A guest ordered sweet and sour chicken. Jiang Feng said.

"Sweet and sour chicken?" Jiang Jiankang frowned, "I remember that you seem to have done a lot of it, and the current students really don't understand, last time someone asked if you could do any fried air, but I couldn't understand it." ”

Cao Guixiang made A-grade Zhang Zhiyun chicken, and Jiang Feng's C-grade failed product was sweet and sour chicken at best.

But the failed product made by Jiang Feng is very similar to Cao Guixiang's finished product, and you can't see the difference at all if you don't taste it. Zhang Zhiyun's chicken looks a bit like lychee meat, but the color of the sauce is different, and the taste is even more different.

The chicken in the back kitchen is marinated, as long as you open the cross knife flower, but in a few minutes, the dish is out of the pot.

【Zhang Zhiyun Chicken (Failed) Grade C】

A 100% failure rate is really not covered.

Jiang Feng brought the failed product to Zhang Zhiyun, and Zhang Zhiyun was stunned when he saw this plate of Zhang Zhiyun's chicken.

"Eh, why is this dish so strange?" asked the roommate curiously.

"This is what the chicken looks like when the chicken is fried. Zhang Zhiyun explained, turned to Jiang Feng and said, "This new dish in your store is very similar to the one that my grandmother used to cook for me. ”

Pick up a piece, entrance.

It's not that taste, but it reminds Zhang Zhiyun of that taste.

"How's it going?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Also... It's okay, but, but I think my grandmother makes it better, and the sauce she makes, hey, I can't make it, I can't tell, my mom has learned that it doesn't taste like that. I'm not saying it's not delicious, it's just that I think it's a bit of a bad thing. Zhang Zhiyun smiled apologetically, "What's the name of this dish?"

"I haven't thought of a name yet, I'm still thinking about this dish, add a WeChat, we can talk about this dish, and you can give me advice." Jiang Feng said with a smile.

"Ahh I'll ask my mom later, my mom taught her. Zhang Zhiyun nodded, took out his mobile phone and added Jiang Feng> even though the taste was not the taste in his memory, Zhang Zhiyun couldn't help but taste a few more bites, and he also tasted a chopstick with a strange gesture.

"It's sweet and sour, I don't like this kind of food very much. The roommate said no, "By the way, you just said that your grandmother did something very similar, what is your grandmother called?"

Zhang Zhiyun was silent.

"It's called Yunji. In fact, at that time, I wanted to eat Zuo Zongtang chicken, but my grandmother didn't know how to do it, so she made a dish to fool me, she said, this is a dish specially made for me to eat, so it is called Yun chicken. ”

Zhang Zhiyun remembered the day when he was very young, clamoring to eat Zuo Zongtang's chicken.

"Ahh

"Ah, will you cook Zuo Zongtang chicken for me tomorrow?"

"Ahh

"Yunyun, do you know what this dish is called?"

"What's it called?"

"This is specially cooked for you, it's called Zhang Zhiyun chicken, this is a dish specially cooked for Yunyun, Yunyun can call it whatever he wants. Ah, you won't burn Zuo Zongtang's chicken, so I'll burn this for Yunyun in the future, okay?"

"Good!"

"Fourth, fourth, what's wrong with you? What are you thinking, eat!" The roommate dragged Zhang Zhiyun back in a daze.

"Nothing. Zhang Zhiyun picked up the chopsticks again, "I miss me." ”

I've always wanted to.

1 second to remember Aishang:. m.