Seeing that this man's dress and speech did not look like ordinary people, Song Zixuan nodded and admitted.

The man smiled: "Then this level is not simple, although a bowl of porridge is not complicated, but it is a good chef who hits the nail on the head and says the problem." ”

"Mr. has won the award, and the younger generation is probably the axe of the class. ”

The two were chatting, and a man at the next table smiled: "Hahaha, it's really interesting, eat a roadside stall, what kind of food god is pretended, Xing Ye has watched too many movies, right?"

"That's it, I've seen a lot of this person, and I don't have money to eat well, but I don't forget to pretend to be a force wherever I go!"

"Who are you talking about!"

Tang Yaqi said immediately.

The young man next to the middle-aged man also widened his eyes: "What does it have to do with you, don't worry about salty radishes!"

"What's the matter, don't let people talk about it? Eat a roadside stall, you can't see enough ...... you pretend."

A few people spoke, and their voices became louder.

Seeing this, the owner of the porridge stall hurriedly walked over.

He wiped his face with the towel around his neck and said, "Hehe, several, is there something wrong?"

The man smiled slightly: "No problem, boss, we think your porridge is very delicious!"

Hearing this, the man on the side glanced at him: "Cut, I didn't say that just now, did you see it? ”

But the man quickly added, "But the little brother and I think it would be better if we were a little more detailed." ”

Hearing this, the boss frowned slightly: "Hehe, Mr. doesn't seem to be an ordinary person, my porridge ...... Are you still finding fault?"

The man shrugged: "It's just a small suggestion, you don't necessarily have to accept it!"

"Don't, don't, I'd love to see it today. ”

The boss looked around and said, "My brothers are all regular customers, and everyone will witness it today, this master said that there is a problem with my porridge, how about we let him make one?"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Is there still a problem with this porridge?

"That's it, it's pretending to be garlic at first glance, why bother with him?"

There are more and more people around, and it is obvious that the man is a little passive.

The young man got up and said, "Hmph, what's the matter with you?"

The boss snorted coldly: "I heard that your accent is from the south, right? The food in the north and south is different, don't go to Yanjing to comment blindly!"

The man smiled, got up and hugged his fists around.

"If you are surnamed Ou again, I'm really sorry to disturb everyone's dinner today. ”

"But according to the contemptible opinion, Chinese cuisine is divided into north and south, but food has no boundaries, good is good, bad is bad!"

Seeing that the man was suddenly high-profile, Song Zixuan was also interested.

Maybe he is really a celebrity chef somewhere, but at this time, it is also lively to show his hand.

"Hahaha, Lao Ou, Lao Ou, you are really getting more and more confused, the food is unbounded, this porridge is just right for our northerners, I'm afraid you have to add two spoonfuls of sugar to think it's delicious, right?"

When the boss said this, everyone around him burst into laughter.

But Lao Ou was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "That's not the case, contemptible people don't like sweet, and they like salty porridge when they eat porridge, since the boss proposed to let me do it, or ...... I'm going to make you one?"

"Master...... How can they deserve to eat your cooking?" said the young man.

Lao Ou waved his hand and motioned for him to stop talking.

Tang Jun said: "It's a little interesting today, I caught up with this play, this Mr. Ou should have something, but he is not bragging." ”

"Yes, this boss doesn't allow others to say that he is at fault, but he has a small belly. ”

Song Zixuan smiled: "If you think it's exciting...... I'm going to help?"

"Huh?"

After Song Zixuan finished speaking, he got up directly and said, "Sir, I'll help with the cooking." "Oh, that's a pleasure!"

In front of everyone's eyes, Lao Ou and Song Zixuan walked to the stove of the porridge stall.

"Boss, how about making a seafood porridge?"

"Okay, whatever you want, if it's not delicious......"

"Haha, if it's not delicious, I'll give you ten meals money!"

"Okay, that's what you said!"

The boss is naturally happy, his family's porridge stall has been set up here for more than 40 years, starting from his father's generation.

The craft has also been passed down through generations, so there is absolutely no need to choose.

Most of the people who come here to eat porridge are nearby residents, who have been accustomed to having a bowl of porridge here for a late night snack for decades.

There are also some people who come here, and diners who live far away come to eat porridge almost every day.

Even diners from Lanyuan and Yanjing have it.

There is such a market, and the boss certainly doesn't believe that Lao Ou can make porridge that is more delicious than him.

He received ten times the money for the meal.

I saw Lao Ou pick up the frying spoon and weigh it, and said with a smile: "This frying spoon is a little light." ”

This made the boss stunned, this frying spoon is pure iron, although it looks dirty on the outside, but he is careful to maintain this pot.

Every night, oil will be used to raise, and after heating, another layer of oil will be smeared, and the iron pot will try to eat the oil as much as possible.

This guarantees that no matter what you do, it won't stick to the pan.

The reason why it is so careful is because of the weight of this pot.

Pressing the hand is a jargon, which means that the weight of the pot is heavy on the hand and has a feel.

In addition, the boss's arm strength is relatively strong, and the pots used are heavier than ordinary iron pots, but this old Ou actually said that it is light......

"Hmph, you're blowing it, this pot is still light, you hurry up!"

However, Song Zixuan on the side smiled, and he was basically sure that this old Ou was an expert.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

The arm strength of a real chef is much stronger than that of ordinary people, so the pot that ordinary people think is heavy is still too light in his hands.

Then, Lao Ou looked at the rice soaked in the water on the side, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

This stall usually sells porridge relatively quickly, and it is understandable to put rice in water, but for a food adherent, it is naturally not like this.

"In fact, the rice does not need to be soaked in water conservancy, no matter how fast the meal is, as long as you can wash the rice, you can keep up!"

While speaking, Lao Ou picked up a small basin and began to receive water from the faucet on the side.

The water was not current, and at the same time he put in the raw rice, and with the stirring of his hand, the water also opened up.

I saw that the excess water continued to overflow, and Lao Ou in the basin had stirred up an obvious large whirlpool.

Many people next to them were stunned, they didn't know how to cook, but they couldn't help but be surprised when they saw this picture.

It's just like in the movies.

In about ten seconds, the rice water became clear, and Lao Ou directly poured the rice and water into the pot at the same time.

At the same time as the fire was turned on, Lao Ou said: "The rice and water are heated at the same time, and the water is boiled over the fire, and the ingredients of the rice will enter the rice soup, which can be thick and does not need to add alkali!"

I saw Lao Ou waving a frying shovel and stirring quickly in the pot, and with the stirring, hot air continued to come out.

And the rice and rice soup seem to be quickly fused at this moment, and the whole instantly becomes thicker.

On the side, Song Zixuan nodded slowly, secretly appreciating in his heart.

At the same time, Song Zixuan was not idle, he quickly took out a soaked sea cucumber, cut it into shreds, took two more prawns, and went directly to the head.

But he didn't throw away the head, but spare, waiting for Lao Ou to speak.

Then he shelled the shellfish and cut the green onions, and the assistant's work was done.

"Shrimp, shellfish!"

Song Zixuan quickly handed it over, and saw that the shrimp and the shrimp head were separated, and the shell meat and shells were separated, and they were all handed over, Lao Ou also smiled, with affirmation in his eyes.

"Brother, you know a lot, and you save me a lot of words. ”

"Mr. Ou has won the award, compared to you, it is a big deal!"

With his skillful techniques, Song Zixuan can be sure that Lao Ou's cooking skills are not simple, even above himself.

Lao Ou put shrimp and shellfish into the porridge, including shrimp heads and shells.

Soon, the aroma spreads, followed by salt, chicken essence and other ingredients.

"Sea cucumbers?"

"Sir, the sea cucumber is soaked, wait a minute. ”

Lao Ou was stunned for a moment, and then glanced at Song Zixuan and nodded slowly.

After half a minute, Song Zixuan took the initiative to hand over the sea cucumber silk, and Lao Ou was about to speak, but when he saw the sea cucumber silk, his eyes were even more surprised.

He has been cooking for many years and has brought a few apprentices, but with a spirit like Song Zixuan, he really doesn't have ......

In more than ten seconds, the seafood porridge came out of the pot and poured directly into the casserole.

Song Zixuan picked up the casserole, and Lao Ou said: "Brother, now is not the time to drink porridge, with the temperature of the casserole on the fire, heat it for more than ten seconds, and the taste will be better." ”

When Song Zixuan heard this, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Ou, I have been burning this casserole on the fire for more than half a minute, and the heat at this time is enough to make the porridge boil again." ”

Hearing this, Lao Ou was stunned, talent, this is definitely talent!

If you don't have such talent, no matter how much you teach, it's useless!

Watching the hot porridge served on the table, the boss frowned slightly and looked at the two people.

"That's it?"

"Taste it, you're in for a treat. The young man who walked with Lao Ou said.

The boss took a spoon and took a small bite, the whole person was stunned, the ingredients were the same as those he used, and the method was almost the same, why was there a difference?

He is also considered an expert, after all, the craft has been passed down for generations.

He knows that if the same ingredient can make a small difference, it is a very big difference.

Not to mention...... It's not a small difference in taste.

Seeing the boss's reaction, Lao Ou smiled: "Ziyu, pay ten times the money for the meal, and leave!"

As soon as Lao Ou finished speaking, the boss hurriedly said, "Mr. Ou, don't ...... I can't take this money. ”

"Huh?"

Lao Ou turned his head, still with a kind smile.

"I'm Cao, what's the situation? Could it be that this old Ou is really doing better than the boss?"

"Impossible, right? The boss has been making it for decades, and the taste of this porridge is simply not picky. ”

"I see, eighty percent of the boss doesn't want to take advantage, hey, the boss's humanity is really good. ”

"Not necessarily, there are people outside the world, maybe they are the senior chefs of which big hotel?"

"Come on, you, senior chef coming here for dinner?"

"It's ......"

People are also whispering.

"Mr. Ou, I ...... I'm convinced, and I ask you to teach me!"

Lao Ou smiled: "Don't dare to teach, I heard that your business has been passed down for generations, and you have to pay more attention." ”

After speaking, Lao Ou looked at Song Zixuan: "Little brother, the most eye-opening thing for the old man today is you." ”

"Hmm, the old gentleman is serious. ”

"No, no, no, the old man doesn't like hypocrisy, if you make this porridge today, the taste will not be bad at all, you will surprise the old man." ”

"I ......"

"Don't worry about you, me, and me, my Mr. Ou rarely praises people. Ziyu hurriedly said.

Song Zixuan smiled embarrassedly.

"Little brother, may I ask for a respectful name?"

"Don't dare, junior Song Zixuan!"

"Song Zixuan, Song Zixuan of the ferry gate?"

Song Zixuan was stunned, and Lao Ou ...... Do you still know yourself?