Choosing dishes for your opponents is a very particular thing.

If you want to release water for charity, Jiang Feng can choose a homely, easy, popular and easy-to-sell dish, such as braised pork, sweet and sour tenderloin, kung pao chicken and the like. If I'm looking for a killer, chicken bean curd, chestnut pigeon and crab stuffed orange are all good choices.

No matter how ruthless you are, you can even choose pure meat wontons, whether they are delicious or unpalatable, they have the same right to get bad reviews.

Bad reviews are given for being delicious, and bad reviews are also given for being unpalatable.

The time for the program team to make an announcement was 10 o'clock in the morning on Tuesday, and Ji Yue happened to be off on Tuesday, so she made an appointment with Wu Minqi early in the morning to go shopping, eat and do beauty. Jiang Feng sent a message after reading the announcement to ask Wu Minqi what she thought, but she didn't get a reply for a long time, it is estimated that Wu Minqi was shopping happily and didn't look at her phone at all.

Then Jiang Feng asked again in the WeChat group, only Sun Mao replied to the message, and Sun Jikai did not hear from him.

Sun Maocai meant that after Wu Minqi and Sun Jikai both replied to the news, everyone would discuss and discuss.

The rule given by the program team is that each of the four people will produce a recipe, and the cumulative sales of these four dishes should reach 100 in a week, and the praise should be more than 50. Sun Maocai felt that Taifeng Lou was now the first in the total points, and there was no need to make a dead hand, and he knew that he would deduct 2,000 points from the opponent at a glance. But it can't be too charitable, in case the top-floor restaurant draws to Taifeng Building, they come up with a four-course charity dish to give points to the top-floor restaurant.

These four dishes have to go together.

Two are impossible, two can be challenged, leaving a way for the opponent to survive while paving the road with sharp stones.

After chatting with Sun Maocai, Jiang Feng shoved the mobile phone into the corner of the sofa, turned over and took out the TV remote control that had been pressed under his ass for a long time, and turned on the TV.

He had been lying on the sofa all morning, and he hadn't even ordered takeout.

I really don't want to move, salted fish makes people decadent.

Yesterday, Jiang Feng watched TV all day, not only watched the new episode of different versions of variety shows between China and the United States, but also watched a little TV series that have been very popular recently, but he felt that there was nothing particularly attractive to him.

Holding his hand and pressing the remote control for a few minutes, Jiang Feng didn't find any TV worth watching.

He wanted to see something interesting.

Wait, interesting.

Jiang Feng stiffened up with a carp and sat up from the sofa suddenly.

He still has several memories lying in his inventory, but he hasn't looked at them.

Now that the game is about to enter the second stage, it will be too late if you don't watch it.

There are actually quite a few memories in the inventory, [A Memory of Jiang Weiguo], [A Memory of Zhao Lanhua], [A Memory Fragment of Sun Maocai], and [A Memory of Ouyang Yang] that Jiang Feng no longer remembers when he completed the side quest. Except for Ouyang Yang, the rest are all old acquaintances, grandparents and Taifeng Lou's most capable chef.

Jiang Feng planned to take advantage of the rest of the past few days to read all these four memories, in case something good broke out, it would also be a boost to the future competition.

Jiang Feng thought about it, chose [A Memory Fragment of Sun Maocai], and clicked Yes.

A fog.

It's still a fog full of bad words.

Jiang Feng has entered so many memories, he has long been accustomed to listening to the voice to determine where he is first, and then waiting for the fog to dissipate to determine where he is. But like this memory is full of sounds, or the kind of voice that is very clear and harsh even if it is small, talking about people behind it, being in the fog, it sounds more like listening to the sound Jiang Feng is still the first time to experience.

"What does Master Sun think, he actually accepted a thief as an apprentice. ”

"That's it, it's good to get this thing out, how can any guests dare to come to our treasure building to eat in the future, it's going to ruin the reputation of our store. ”

"You have to be careful in the future, he is now Master Sun's apprentice, and you won't be able to figure it out if you lose something without evidence. ”

"I have long seen that he is not a good thing, and if I want me to say that he must have deliberately stolen things before and was discovered by Senior Brother Jiang, he just wanted to use this method to stay in the store. At a young age, scheming is heavier than anyone else, and this kind of wild child who has no parents and no parents outside has a deep mind. ”

As the words of the discussion became more and more difficult to hear, and the fog became lighter and lighter, Jiang Feng was gradually able to see the things around him clearly, and he could also see the children beside him clearly.

Ten-year-old Sun Maocai.

At this time, although Sun Maocai had been accepted as a closed disciple by Sun Zheran, he was still very thin, thin, and his thin arms and legs did not look like a ten-year-old child at all.

Sun Maocai, dressed in a cheap and old long-sleeved gray dress stained with water stains and green vegetable leaves, stood on the edge of the door, which was ajar, just a wall away from the few people in the room who were eating and gossiping annoyingly.

Sun Maocai didn't go in, didn't move, didn't make a sound, didn't even have an expression, just stood quietly outside the door, listening to others talk about himself like this.

Jiang Feng went in through the wall and took a look, there were only five people in the room, three of them were gossiping, and the other two obviously disagreed with the views of these three people but did not make a sound, frowning and eating silently.

The five of them were gathered around a table, and there were several pots of vegetables on the table, and the dishes were okay, one meat and three vegetables. It's just that there is almost no meat in the faint pot, and you can only judge from the layer of oil at the bottom of the basin that the original meat in this pot should be contained. The other three pots of vegetarian dishes look very ordinary, there is no oil and water, the dishes are quite fresh, but the heat is a little old, and there is no appetite for it.

The three of them, who couldn't stop them from eating, continued to talk.

"I heard that he has been secretly learning when he was washing dishes some time ago, and he can't wash the dishes honestly, and his eyes have been staring at other places, and he is a thief, and he knows ...... when he sees it."

"Alright. A middle-aged man who had been eating silently on the side finally couldn't listen anymore, "It's a ten-year-old child, and you're not afraid of rotten tongues when you talk about it like this behind your back." ”

Someone spoke out to stop it, and the three men who had been unscrupulous and felt that everyone agreed with their own ideas finally stopped talking, and their faces looked a little ugly.

"Senior Brother Liu...... "The one who said just now was the happiest weak and authentic.

"I don't dare to be your senior brother, I don't want to be accepted as an official disciple by Master Sun if I am lucky one day, and then I will be judged by several good junior disciples behind my back. Senior Brother Liu put the bowl on the table, and when he went out, he saw Sun Maocai, who had been standing by the wall, and was stunned, did not speak, but shook his head helplessly.

Sun Maocai stood by the wall for a while, but the people in the room didn't dare to continue the discussion, and he didn't go in, so he left silently.

The room just now was obviously the room where the employees of Jubaolou ate, and Jiang Feng didn't know whether Sun Maocai ate or not, so Sun Maocai went back to the kitchen and began to wash vegetables.

Wash the turnips.

After washing the turnips, cut the turnips.

At this time, Sun Maocai obviously did not go through any systematic study and training, and the knife skills were very layman, and the slices of radish cut out were of different thicknesses, which were only a little better than ordinary housewives.

At this time, it was obviously rest time, and Sun Maocai was the only one in the back kitchen who was silently cutting radishes, and it is estimated that no one knew that Sun Maocai was cutting radishes in the back kitchen at this time.

Jiang Feng looked at Sun Mao like this, and only cut the radish in the back kitchen for half an hour.

In half an hour, the small half of the white radish was gone.

"What kind of thing are you cutting, you can cut radishes like this, you still want to cut thin slices at this level, you cut thick slices first, cut the thick slices and then cut thin slices. Just when Sun Maocai was concentrating on cutting the radish, Sun Guanyun suddenly appeared behind him.

It is also strange to say that Sun Guanyun, as a native of the south, actually spoke with a northern accent at this time, and the old man obviously contributed a lot.

was said by Sun Guanyun, Sun Maocai held the knife and didn't dare to cut it down.

"Then cut it, if you want to practice knife work now, you have to start by cutting radishes, and then practice, are you embarrassed not to practice when you cut radishes like this?"

"Oh. Sun Maocai then cut the radish.

Just cut two knives, and Sun Guanyun shouted to stop.

"No, no, didn't my dad teach you, didn't he tell you yesterday, your posture with a knife is wrong. Sun Guanyun got started directly, and instructed Sun Maocai how to hold the kitchen knife correctly, "Look at me cutting, I'll cut thick slices for you now." ”

Sun Maocai stared intently at Sun Guanyun's hand movements.

"Did you see it?"

"Nope. ”

"Why are you so stupid? How did my father take you in accepting you as my little junior brother, my father has not confiscated his apprentice for many years. Sun Guanyun's words were full of disgust.

"Senior brother, you just demonstrated it. Sun Maocai said weakly.

Sun Guanyun: ......

Sun Guanyun had to demonstrate it to Sun Mao again.

"You practice it yourself, and I'll check it in two hours. Sun Guanyun dropped this sentence and left, and he didn't come back to check two hours later, but Sun Maocai practiced solidly for two hours.

It wasn't until mid-afternoon when he was about to prepare for the evening business that Sun Guanyun returned to the kitchen, and Sun Mao had already cut three baskets of radishes. The sliced radish slices are piled up into a small mountain, which is still thin and thick, but it is obviously a certain improvement compared to the noon. For a beginner, the ability to make visible progress in knife skills in just one afternoon is definitely an almost demonic culinary talent.

Anyway, Jiang Feng was stupid.

With such talent, it is no wonder that Sun Zheran would be tempted to accept him as a closed disciple.

Sun Guanyun was also stupid, he seemed to know Sun Maocai, a little junior brother, for the first time. But Sun Guanyun when he was young was a person who wanted to save face and suffer crimes, although Sun Guanyun was also a little old when he was old.

Sun Guanyun pretended to have an expression that I thought you were okay, but just like that: "It's okay, you still need more practice." ”

"Then Senior Brother, is the way I cut radishes right now?" Sun Maocai asked.

"Of course it's right, can I be wrong in teaching?" Sun Guanyun looked smug, picked up one of the baskets of white radishes that Sun Mao had just cut out and left.

Sun Maocai & Jiang Feng: ?

Sun Maocai cut the radishes for an afternoon, and basically they were not used. He didn't have to do anything during the evening business, he just needed to follow Sun Zheran and listen to him.

Sun Zheran is obviously very patient with the newly recruited little apprentice, no matter whether the content of what he talks about is not needed by Sun Mao at this time, he is very careful to explain. From the selection of ingredients, the attention to knife work, the details of seasoning to the heat, a dish is all detailed, and one by one is broken down to explain it thoroughly to Sun Maocai, so that he can know the whole picture, and then learn from scratch.

Sun Zheran is undoubtedly a good master.

After the teaching was completed, Sun Zheran did not forget to care about Sun Maocai's progress in cutting radishes.

"Did Guanyun instruct you on your sword skills this afternoon?" asked Sun Zheran with a smile.

"Senior Brother Sun instructed me how to cut white radishes in the afternoon. ”

"He has the good temperament to guide you for an afternoon? I'm afraid that he just taught casually and went to do his own thing. He is your senior brother, if there is anything he doesn't understand, ask him everything, this is the task I gave him, he must complete it. ”

"Don't look at him sometimes when he doesn't speak well, people are still very kind and enthusiastic, don't be afraid, ask what you should ask. ”

Sun Maocai nodded.

"I'm hungry, I'll take the radish you cut this afternoon and stew radish pork rib soup for you, in the small kitchen in the cubicle, go and serve some soup and drink it first. ”

"I'm not hungry. Sun Maocai said.

"How can you not be hungry without eating at noon. Sun Zheran debunked Sun Maocai's lies.

Sun Maocai was stunned.

"I asked Guanyun to look for you at noon today, he searched for you in the place where he ate but didn't find you, and he ran to your house to look for you but didn't see anyone, and finally found you in the kitchen. He guessed that you might go back to the kitchen to practice knife skills without eating at noon, but you can't do that next time, how can you skip eating when you are growing up in the body? The most important thing for a chef is to have a good physique, and if you don't have good physical strength and strength, you can't be a good cook. Sun Zheran began to explain.

"These clothes of yours are too old, and they are a little small and inconvenient to wear, I asked Guanyun to find out the clothes he wore when he was a child, although they are all old clothes, they are durable and strong, they are all made by your master and mother back then, so I am reluctant to keep them, I didn't expect them to come in handy now." Originally, I wanted him to give it to you personally, and I just took the opportunity to enhance the relationship between your brothers and sisters, but he didn't find you, so he threw it into your house because he was troublesome. ”

Speaking of this, Sun Zheran couldn't help but show a smile: "He has this temper, he has no patience, and he is anxious." ”

Sun Maocai didn't know what to say, so he could only look down at the ground slightly, not daring to look at Sun Zheran: "Thank you, Master." ”

"Study hard, wait until the Chinese New Year, I'll ask your sister to make you a new outfit, go drink pork rib soup." ”

How did I obediently go to the small kitchen of the cubicle, the radish pork rib soup is still simmering on the stove, it is very fragrant, very soft, and the most important thing is a lot of meat.

There is so much meat that it is not like radish pork rib soup but radish broth, and pork ribs should not have so much meat at all.

A qualified radish pork rib soup should not have so much meat, but in this era when meat is still relatively precious, this unqualified radish pork rib soup is more heart-warming and tempting than most qualified radish pork rib soup.

Who doesn't love a big, tempting, fragrant piece of meat?

The soup had apparently been simmering for a while, and the enticing aroma of the radish pork rib soup wafted through the entire compartment. Sun Maocai's slices of radish with different thicknesses floated up and down on the soup, faintly trending towards being stewed.

Obviously, although this pot of soup was stewed by Sun Zheran, he didn't look at it.

Sun Maocai found a small bowl and scooped himself a full bowl of meat.

Very heartfelt, not a single turnip.

At this time, Sun Maocai obviously didn't have much opportunity to eat meat, and he didn't hesitate in the face of such a bowl of fragrant and attractive meat, regardless of the heat, he ate it in a big gulp, chewed it in a big gulp, and swallowed it in a big gulp.

Gobbling up, without stopping at all, bowl after bowl, even looking a little fierce, like a hungry wolf who has been hungry for several days.

The picture was frozen on Sun Maocai's open mouth.

It's foggy.

Jiang Feng left the memory.

After leaving his memory, Jiang Feng's only impression was-

That's too short, isn't it?

Sure enough, it's a memory fragment, it's really just a fragment!

That's it?