Xu Cheng is a pure diner, Sun Guanyun is a pure chef, and the relationship between the two is limited to this.

After a few polite words, Xu Cheng once again asked Sun Guanyun to make him a Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon on a certain day, and after Sun Guanyun rejected it again, he said goodbye, leaving with a smile on his face, although he was rejected, he was still in a very happy mood.

Out of the door of the Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant, Xu Cheng took a deep look at the bright red earthy signboard of the Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant, and sighed: "Sure enough, he is a master among the people!"

Han Guishan couldn't deny this, but he was more concerned about another issue at the moment, and he raised his hand and looked at his watch, which was still eleven o'clock.

"What are you going to eat later?"

"Eat?" Xu Cheng said in surprise, "Haven't you eaten? You are not full? Do you want to pack something in this store to take away?"

Han Guishan: "......"

You really deserve to have a stomach problem!

He just ate a bite of Babao chestnut pigeons, and he couldn't eat any other ordinary dishes for Han Guishan, so he had to say: "Forget it, the driver is waiting for us at the intersection, I asked the assistant to make an appointment with Director Qian, and at two o'clock in the afternoon to discuss the live broadcast of the game." ”

"You guys talk about it, I won't come forward for this kind of thing. Xu Chengdao, the two walked to the intersection together.

On the second floor of the Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant, Sun Guanyun looked at Jiang Weiguo with a little smugness.

Being entangled by Xu Cheng is not a good thing, but it is something worth showing off.

"Jiang Weiguo, do you see it? This is the card! Even if I step down from the position of head chef, there will still be people like Xu Cheng coming to the door, do you?"

"Hmph. Jiang Weiguo snorted disdainfully, "Who is Xu Cheng?"

Sun Guanyun: "......"

"You old guy did it on purpose, didn't you? Who Xu Cheng is, don't you know?"

"Who is it?" Jiang Weiming didn't know.

The two brothers have stayed in the countryside all these years, their reputation is not obvious, they don't watch TV, they don't buy magazines, and it is impossible to buy the books published by Xu Cheng in the early years, so naturally they don't know who Xu Cheng is.

Sun Guanyun felt that he was flattering the blind man, and he couldn't get angry if he wanted to, so he had to give up, and said weakly: "When I didn't say it." ”

The three old men sat on the second floor drinking tea, Ji Yue had already finished licking the plate and went down to get busy, chatting for a while, Sun Guanyun estimated that the time was almost up, and got up and went downstairs.

Jiang Feng in the kitchen has also been paying attention to the suckling pigeon in the pot, and he stopped what he was doing two minutes ago and stayed by the steamer. But it is very strange that when the pigeon of the eight treasure chestnut pigeons made by Sun Guanyun is just out of the pot, only the fragrance of the pigeon meat, and the taste of the ingredients in the pigeon's belly are locked very tightly, and the pigeon belly can only smell the aroma when the pigeon's belly is opened.

His steamed pigeon can smell the faint smell of vegetarian filling in the pot.

Seeing Sun Guanyun coming, Jiang Feng asked, "Grandpa Sun, can you get out of the pot now?"

"Judge for yourself. ”

Jiang Feng is a little difficult, the eight treasure chestnut pigeons are very demanding on the heat, and the slightest mistake or temperature difference will affect the texture and taste of the whole dish. It was also the first time he had done it, and he had no experience, but he felt that the heat was almost over, so he hesitated for more than ten seconds and decided to turn off the fire.

It can't be taken out of the pot yet, so you have to make the sauce first.

According to Sun Guanyun's previous method, with Sun Guanyun beside him to guide, Jiang Feng's juice still looked a little better. The pigeon is out of the pot and waits for the opportunity.

Jiang Feng's suckling pigeon is not as good as Sun Guanyun's previous appearance.

Sun Guanyun's eight-treasure chestnut pigeons, with a round and full belly, mild and uniform color, at first glance looks like a small pigeon lying on a plate with a swollen belly. Jiang Feng made it, although the abdomen was swollen but not full enough, a little uneven was magnified several times on the small pigeon, and as soon as it came out of the pot, he could smell the aroma of the vegetarian stuffing inside.

The pigeon fails to lock the vegetarian filling inside, and the premature aroma leaks out, which will lose a lot of flavor.

"What's going on?" Jiang Feng was a little puzzled, the pigeon he made looked the same as Sun Guanyun's before steaming it in the pot.

"Your deboning skills are immature, the pigeon skin itself is damaged, you are too greedy when you add the material, you stuff it a little more, you don't pine needles fast enough, and the pinholes left are too large. Sun Guanyun said, "See, these are small problems, but there can be no problems with this dish when it is made, any slight problem will be infinitely magnified after being steamed in the steamer for more than an hour." One son is wrong, and the whole plate is lost. ”

"To make this dish, the knife work must be excellent, the heat must be appropriate, the seasoning must be accurate, and the most important thing is that every step must be perfect and not make mistakes, otherwise it will not be the best Babao chestnut pigeon." Sun Guanyun said, "Your grandfather always said that I hid my secrets and didn't teach my apprentices the most critical steps of thickening, resulting in no one but me being able to make this dish." But the most difficult thing about this dish is not thickening at all, it is to make all the steps in front of you perfect, I teach you for seven days, you can't learn it, and you can't learn it well, this dish is impossible to learn without a year or two of hard practice. ”

"You just did it, and you know how difficult it is. You can choose to learn this dish, I will teach you the techniques of the sauce, or you can choose to learn something else, seven days is enough time for you to learn. Whether it's bergamot pork ribs, fried snake breast with peony or other Cantonese dishes you want to learn, I can teach you. ”

One side is out of reach, and the other side is within reach.

Jiang Feng subconsciously glanced at the two old men, Jiang Weiguo's face was expressionless, and Jiang Weiming smiled at him.

Obviously, let him choose.

"I'm going to pick the sauce. Jiang Feng said.

If there is the best, why settle for the next best.

"Ding. "The shit game is a corpse again.

Jiang Feng: ......

Really, sooner or later he's going to find a way to complain about this shit game.

"Good. Sun Guanyun scooped up a spoonful of Jiang Feng's sauce, "The color of your sauce is not right, I'll point out the problem of your sauce tomorrow." Look, it's almost time now. ”

Sun Guanyun slowly poured the juice on the pigeon.

Spoonful, spoonful.

"What do you see?" asked Sun Guanyun.

"The color, the color seems to change a little bit when the sauce is poured on it. Jiang Feng was a little unsure, he suspected that he was dazzled.

"Yes, it's the color, at the most suitable temperature, the color will change slightly, so the juice must be drizzled little by little like dripping net, starting from the abdomen, and finally the wings. Sun Guanyun withdrew, "You can try what you made." ”

Using a knife to cut the belly of the pigeon, Jiang Feng scooped a small spoonful.

It tastes good, but compared to what Sun Guanyun made before, it is simply a heaven and an earth.

The three old men also tasted it and did not make any comments.

Jiang Feng went to call Wang Xiulian and Ji Yue to come and try it too.

"It's not as good as before. Wang Xiulian commented.

"General. "Ji Yue commented.

Jiang Feng asked Wu Minqi if he wanted to taste it, but Wu Minqi politely refused.

In the end, Jiang Feng turned his gaze to Jiang Jiankang, who had already fried a plate of kung pao chicken for two plates: "Dad, do you want to try it?"

"Okay!" Jiang Jiankang smiled, and the kung pao chicken in the pot came out of the pot instantly.