Zhang Guanghang had not moved before, standing on the side like Jiang Feng, watching Sun Maocai make snake soup from a distance, Jiang Feng thought that he had changed his attention and was not ready to make the self-created dishes he mentioned after he finished cooking today, but he didn't expect that Zhang Guanghang just didn't want to disturb Sun Maocai to make snake soup, so as not to take the lead.

"Qiqi, what do you think of Lao Zhang's self-created recipe?" Jiang Feng leaned over to Wu Minqi and asked in a whisper.

His cooking skills are already very superb now, but the speed of progress is too fast, a bit like cultivating immortals, he has won a genius earth treasure in one breath, and he has the good fortune of rising several levels in a row, and the realm is unstable, and the talent, strength, creativity and luck of creating his own dishes are indispensable, and the difficult dishes are not in his dictionary at all.

Wu Minqi thought about it, and didn't come up with a clue until Zhang Guanghang started to deal with the whole chicken: "I don't know, I didn't see him tinkering with dishes in the kitchen some time ago." ”

Zhang Guanghang's cooking is usually in Fenyuan, and for him, he only needs to go to work during working hours, and extracurricular tutoring needs to be outside the office.

"What self-created dish?" Sun Jikai poured too early last night and didn't know anything.

"We don't know the specifics, anyway, Lao Zhang figured out a dish by himself, and we'll know when he makes it. Jiang Feng said.

Zhang Guanghang's self-created dishes belong to the roast chicken, but it is not only roast chicken, the method has both the practice of roast chicken and the practice of eight treasure chestnut pigeons, which can be regarded as relatively novel.

Jiang Feng watched from the side, watching Zhang Guanghang clean up a whole chicken, marinate it for a few minutes, and then fill the chicken belly with glutinous rice, pigeon eggs, pigeon meat, corn kernels and other relatively light food, without stuffing, and quickly prick a few small holes in the stomach with a technique similar to the pine needles of Babao chestnut fragrant pigeon, and then put it in boiling water and roll it for a few minutes.

It looks like an oversized chestnut pigeon.

Since the Eight Treasures of the Zhou Dynasty, chefs from all over the world have been keen to stuff all kinds of ingredients into the belly of various animals, stewed, steamed or roasted, regardless of the method, cuisine or even country. There are such as Babao chestnut pigeons, Babao ducks that only stuff stuffing, and there are also camels like roast camels stuffed sheep, sheep stuffed chickens, chickens stuffed pigeons, pigeons stuffed with fish, fish stuffed with eggs, and this kind of constantly nesting dolls. There are also wild ducks like three sets of ducks, which are stuffed with domestic ducks, and pigeons are stuffed with domestic ducks, which not only tests the chef's skills, but also tests whether the wild ducks grow big enough.

Some of these dishes taste and some eat gimmicks, as long as the diners dare to eat the chef, they dare to do it, the creative chefs have not even let go of the camel, and they have tried almost everything that can be stuffed and set, Zhang Guanghang uses this as a starting point to try to make his own dishes, which is very clever.

The chicken was fished out by Zhang Guanghang after boiling in boiling water for only a few minutes, the surface was smeared with butter and favorite spices in French cuisine, and all the ingredients stuffed in the chicken belly were also taken out, and a new meat filling based on slightly fried beef was put in, stuffed until it was 60% full, and finally an apple that was cut in half was put in, and the entire chicken belly was filled again and put in the oven.

When the roast is halfway through, take out the whole chicken from the oven that has a faint appearance of roast chicken, take out the slightly shriveled apples from the belly of the chicken, stuff the previous vegetarian filling into it, stir, smear the chicken body with butter and a little honey water again, and put it back into the oven to bake.

Just looking at the steps, this dish is more complicated than the eight treasure chestnut pigeons and the cannon dolphin combined.

The more complex the steps of a dish, the more opportunities there are for the dish to make mistakes. Zhang Guanghang's fruity chicken filling alone has to be stuffed three times, boiled and then roasted, and butter needs to be smeared twice, but looking at the production techniques and ingredients, Jiang Feng feels that with his cooking skills, this dish will definitely not be unpalatable, and it may be very delicious, but there are too many steps and it takes too long, unless it is a human delicacy such as boiling water, cabbage, chicken bean curd, otherwise it always makes people feel a little worthless.

Just like the snake soup that Sun Mao just made, it is delicious and troublesome.

When it was time for dinner, Zhang Guanghang's fruity chicken was finished.

Cut a few slices of lemon for garnish, outline the sauce on a large plate, and a roast chicken that looks like a Western food is ready.

Jiang Weiming and Sun Maocai nodded approvingly.

The old man has a straight temperament, and he always says whatever he has, and when he saw that Zhang Guanghang's dishes were ready, he said directly: "It's too troublesome." ”

Zhang Guanghang didn't speak, he cut the chicken belly with a knife, and the various ingredients wrapped in glutinous rice in the chicken belly were tilted out like this, and the white glutinous rice was spread on the slightly browned roast chicken, which looked very visually impactful.

"It's a bit of a hassle, and I've tried to streamline the steps, but then the taste is completely different. Zhang Guanghang explained.

The old man nodded in understanding, scooped half a bowl of filling with a spoon, cut off a small piece of chicken with a knife, and found a place to sit down and eat it first.

The trial lasted from ten o'clock in the morning to dinner time, during which time everyone ate the six dishes made by Sun Maocai and no staple food, and now everyone is basically hungry, so one person and one bowl of Zhang Guanghang's fruity chicken are all shared.

The taste is still ok.

Because the baking time is not well controlled, the chicken is a little dry, and the texture is not very good, but the taste is not bad. Because the chicken belly is stuffed with ingredients, the chicken does not appear, only the outside has a taste, the inside is bland and tasteless, and it tastes faintly fruity, with the sweetness of apples. The filling inside is well blended, the glutinous rice absorbs most of the fat and the soup tastes the best, but it is also because the beef is a little dry, and the taste is not very good.

These small problems can basically be eaten by everyone present.

"The dish was good and thoughtful, but it was really too much trouble. Sun Maocai put down the dishes and chopsticks, "The steps are cumbersome, it is difficult to control the heat, too much spice will cover up other flavors, too little smearing will make the chicken appear bland and tasteless, the amount you apply now is still a little problematic, I feel that you are a little closed and dare not let go, the amount is still too small." ”

"There is also a bit of a problem with the selection of ingredients for the filling, the beef is delicious but it is inevitable that it will be dry with your method, have you tried pork?" Jiang Weiming asked.

"Tried. "Zhang Guang Channel, the implication is that pork is even worse.

"Try it a lot, if it's done, it's not a good dish. Jiang Weiming smiled and encouraged.

Although he had already guessed that this would be the result, Zhang Guanghang couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Jiang Feng noticed that Wu Minqi had been staring at the few remaining chicken and chicken bones on the plate, distracted.

After the food tasting, the menu was basically drawn up, and everyone had a rough understanding of the strength of Sun Maocai, who was about to become the third head chef of Taifeng Building. As long as she and Wang Xiulian agree on a date to send out the invitation letter, the midsummer banquet will be held smoothly, and the first phase of Taifeng Building's counterattack will be completed.

After the end of the show, Jiang Feng wanted to take Zhang Guanghang to the annex to find a small restaurant to have a casual dinner, but Zhang Guanghang was worried about his fruity chicken and politely refused, so he drove back to Fenyuan alone to continue to improve the recipe. Fang Mei still had something to deal with and ordered takeout and went home, Chef Wang came to join in the fun, and when he saw the level of the new chef, he felt a lot more settled, and went home to eat happily. Qiu Fu was not familiar with the surroundings when he first arrived in Beiping, so he went around and went to the supermarket to buy some fruit and left first. Sun Maocai followed the two old men to their middle-aged and elderly people to eat from the restaurant, and by the way, they talked about some things that should be discussed between the chefs.

In the blink of an eye, only Jiang Feng, Sun Jikai and Wu Minqi were left at the door of Taifeng Building.

Sun Jikai, who seemed to have come to try the dishes, but actually made soy sauce for a day, asked the most critical question: "What do we eat at night?"

Jiang Feng thought for a while: "Do you eat fire?"

Sun Jikai: ?

What to burn?

Then Sun Jikai, who had never eaten fire, was dragged by Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi to He Yueru's fire-burning shop to eat fire.

Jiang Feng hadn't been to He Yueru's fire shop for a while, and He Yueru wasn't there, but He Yueru's mother still knew Jiang Feng, and when she stuffed him with meat, she deliberately stuffed it full, and didn't forget to say a few gossips.

"Xiao Jiang, you've been very busy with work lately, don't be tired when you're busy. The last time Auntie heard Yueru say that you are too serious in your work and tired to go to the hospital, this is not good, can you earn all this money? You see that your brother is usually very fortunate in his work, every time he comes to me for dinner, it is almost nine o'clock, and he said that he has just gotten off work, Auntie, I often persuade him, you young people just don't care about this, and when we are our age, we will know that it is bitter. "He Yueru's mother is chopping Jiang Feng's donkey miscellaneous.

Jiang Feng didn't expect that the news of his overwork and hospitalization would reach He Yueru's mother, so he hurriedly changed the topic: "By the way, Auntie, what about Sister Yueru?"

"She went out to dinner with your brother. He Yueru's mother said.

Jiang Feng: ???

Didn't you just say that Brother De was lucky at work and didn't have time to eat?

"Yueru, this girl loves to eat, she has eaten in Beiping City since she was a child, and she has eaten all kinds of restaurants. Your brother seems to be going to do something about a topic during this time, which is related to eating, Yueru, this kid is energetic, and he takes him everywhere to eat every day, and he hasn't been home for a week to eat. He Yueru's mother shook her head helplessly, "I saw that she seems to be fat again this morning, and such a big girl doesn't know how to love to be beautiful, it's really sad for me." ”

Jiang Feng: ......

Brother De, a designer, is doing a good column, how can he still grab Wang Hao's job.

He Yueru's mother just complained casually, didn't talk much, cut the donkey offal and let Jiang Feng take it away and the chat was over.

Jiang Feng returned to the act with the donkey offal, Sun Jikai and Wu Minqi did not move the donkey broth and fire in front of them, one was looking at the mobile phone and the other was in a daze.

Wu Minqi has been stunned for a long time.

"Kiki. Jiang Feng called her and brought her back to her senses, "What's wrong with you, I feel a little absent-minded from just now." ”

"Oh. Wu Minqi came back to her senses and took a sip of donkey broth, "It's nothing, I'm just wondering if Lao Zhang can make this dish." ”

Jiang Feng didn't understand much, and took a bite of the fire: "Which dish?"

"Today's way. ”

"Hasn't he already made it, although there are some problems with the heat and details, but I feel that the overall is actually okay, but it is too troublesome, and the requirements are too high to fake others, and it is estimated that it will not be on the menu. Jiang Feng said.

"He didn't make it. Wu Minqi shook her head, "Now this dish is at most a prototype, and it is still far from being actually made." ”

Jiang Feng understood what Wu Minqi meant.

"Difficult. Sun Jikai put down his mobile phone, "If you want to really make a qualified self-created dish, it's too difficult." ”

Jiang Feng nodded in agreement, it is not that there have been no celebrity chefs who have created their own dishes over the years, and even many dishes have been on the magazine and won awards, but only a few have been accepted and remembered by the public. Except for the extremely rare famous dishes such as Babao chestnut pigeon and tile altar flower carved chicken, most of the self-created dishes are just a flash in the pan, such as a small pebble in a deep pool that can only stir up a little insignificant splash, and soon sink to the bottom and disappear.

Wu Minqi sighed, with imperceptible envy in her eyes: "Although it is only a prototype, it is also very good." ”

"How many people don't even have a prototype. ”