Tang Qian made a final confirmation of the menu before opening.

Chinese, English, French three languages.

The menu is divided into two types: priced and unpriced.

There is a price version for men, and a priceless version for women.

Of course, if it's all ladies, there will be a price version.

Staff training has also been confirmed time and again.

What wine goes with what dish.

What dish goes with what knife and fork.

Hot cuts, cold cuts, desserts.

Everything is made to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

Tang Qian spent the most time in the days when Zhao Yixun derailed in her last life.

She's not just a resentful woman who just sits at home and cries and spends her days, she travels when she has time.

She often travels with a Michelin book, goes to the best local restaurants, eats, drinks and has fun.

Of course, a bigger part of it is the fear of being idle, the fear of cranky thinking.

Coupled with the fact that her company is in the food and beverage industry, it never hurts to look at other people's stuff and learn to try new things.

People go to higher places, and since they have decided to bring up the style of the restaurant, French cuisine is a good choice.

But she has an unusual complex for Chinese food in her own country, and after discussing it with Zhuang Shize, she decided to integrate the elements of Chinese food.

After all, the restaurant is located in your own country, so it should be more suitable for the taste of your own people.

So for some of the dishes, she uses Chinese cooking methods to handle the ingredients.

The guests in both boxes were already preparing the main course with the appetizer and soup, soup coriander.

The appearance of Dola, the beautiful secretary, did not affect her, but Wang Qi became nervous.

The restaurant is soundproofed, the kitchen door is closed, and Wang Qi is always staring at Dola's private room.

She chatted while helping Tang Qian: "Tang Qian, you said that Dola, what kind of medicine is she selling in her gourd?"

Tang Qian was flattening a green onion, rolling it up carefully, and chuckled when he heard the words: "Half a step with a smile." ”

Wang Qi couldn't laugh: "That woman makes people feel hairy, so she is so cautious." ”

The smile on his face is bright, but he feels like he will shoot a cold arrow at you at any moment with a wave of his hand.

Tang Qian let out a heavy "um" in agreement.

Wang Qi paid attention to Tang Qian's knife technique of cutting vegetables as usual, and whenever she was like this, she would always look at it and get distracted - because of Tang Qian's hand.

Tang Qian's skin is white, and faint blood vessels are faintly visible on the back of his hand.

The fingers are slender and straight.

I didn't do a manicure, my nails were a healthy pink color, always cut to fingertips, rounded corners, there was no trace of dead skin on the edges of my nails, and there were no barbs in the coldest winter.

When she cut vegetables, the five fingers of her left hand were slightly bent, gently holding the ingredients, holding the knife in her right hand, and only the afterimage of the knife when she cut the ingredients.

Regardless of whether it is soft or hard, the ingredients cut out are evenly thick.

How long does it take to practice?

Wang Qi thought, will I be able to practice one day?

But Wang Qi woke up in a second, and sighed in his heart, he couldn't practice this knife skill and couldn't practice that cooking skill, so forget it.

With this dazzling effort, Wang Qi saw that Tang Qian had flattened the last green onion, rolled it up, lightly pressed the green onion roll with the tips of his left fingers, and quickly shredded it with his right hand.

Went down to the water tray next to it and stirred it, and a string of verdant green onion rings floated.

The green onion is the Zhangqiu green onion of Shandong, sweet and spicy, and the taste is good.

Wang Qi asked, "Soup coriander, what are you going to do with the main dish?"

The beef tendon meat had already been taken to the film, soaked in water for two hours, and was being put aside to control the water.

Tang Qian changed a cutting board and a knife, put the beef tendon meat on the cutting board, and cut the side knife thickly.

It looks like making steak, Wang Qi thought.

"It's not. Tang Qian said, "Stir-fried beef with green onions." ”

As she spoke, several large palm-sized slices of beef were stacked on top of each other and quickly cut into thick strips.

The blade is smooth, the meat is not sticky, and after a few cuts of the soup coriander, the beef still looks like a whole slice of stacked meat.

Then make a horizontal cut in the middle, cut it with your left hand, scoop up the beef with a knife on the side of your right hand, and put it on the plate next to it, and the thick beef slices will spread out into thick squares of meat of the same size.

"Then foreigners will get used to eating?" Wang Qi was a little worried, "No matter how you say it, the taste is different." ”

Since it is stir-fried, it is completely Chinese, foreigners eat French-style starters, but the main dish comes to a food stall Chinese-style, and I don't know if there will be a gap.

Tang Qian was not worried at all: "Wang Qi, you have to remember that the presentation is very important. ”

Wang Qi deeply felt that knowledge limited her imagination.

Add sesame seeds, minced garlic, minced ginger, soy sauce, chili noodles, rice wine, and a little monosodium glutamate to the beef and stir well.

Marinate to allow the beef to absorb the seasonings.

Remove the green onion ring from the water control and dry water.

Remove from a small wok and add half a pot of oil.

Heat the oil slightly under the water to control the dry water of the green onion rings.

Fry slowly over low heat.

After about five or six minutes, the soup coriander takes out the fried golden green onion rings and controls the oil.

The scallion is fried.

The green onion crisp is also fried.

Stir up another pot, add scallion oil and cook until smoke.

Add the beef cubes and stir-fry.

Stir-fry with a little salt and vinegar, drizzle with sesame oil, and turn off the heat.

Tang Qian said: "Spread out the kitchen paper, sprinkle the fried green onion crisp on it and absorb the oil." ”

Wang Qi hurriedly tore a piece of kitchen paper on a large round plate, poured the green onion rings up, and pulled the chopsticks apart.

The kitchen paper soon seeped with oil.

Tang Qian glanced at it and said, "The other side." ”

Wang Qi tore another piece of paper and put it on another plate, and covered it with the plate containing the green onion crisp.

The plate is reversed, the plate on the surface is lifted, and the kitchen paper that has absorbed the oil on the surface is lifted.

The oil on the other side of the crispy onion is steadily sucked by the new kitchen paper.

Tang Qian nodded, took a large bone china plate again, and began to arrange it.

The stir-fried beef pieces were still in the pot, and she used her chopsticks to pick out four pieces and place them in the center of the plate.

Four cubes of beef are put together into a slightly larger square, and the beef dates are bright in color and fragrant.

She then scoops a spoonful of green onion crisp with a porcelain spoon and evenly sprinkles a golden ring of green onion crisp on the edge of the plate where the beef is arranged.

After setting out two plates, she said with satisfaction: "There are no rules, there is no square circle - Fang Yuan, okay, you can serve the food." ”

Wang Qi had a very sad epiphany-

It's not the dishes that look like food stalls.

It's her impoverished imagination.

Wang Qi's creepy feeling towards Dola quickly escalated.

She had just finished serving the food and was about to silently exit the room when she looked up to meet Dola's sneering eyes.

When she left the room, she got goosebumps, from the heavenly spirit cover to the soles of her feet.

Dola was indeed interested in observing Wang Qi.

In fact, she had noticed the girl for a long time, long before the cooking competition.

At the beginning, this girl wanted to look good, to have no temperament, with a yellow face and thin muscles, and she personally interpreted the words Chai Heniu and the yellow-haired girl.

Thin enough to suspect that this girl was a refugee fleeing famine from some corner of the earth.

I haven't seen it for a while, this thin hemp rod named Wang Qi has grown flesh, and his face is ruddy.

There is no more shabby appearance of bones that are about to break through the skin.

The face is fleshy and the face is full, and the inexplicable old-fashioned spirit has disappeared without a trace.

The whole person is like being reborn.

That's interesting, Dola thought.

Dola's male companion is curious about the staple food in front of him.

He cut a piece of beef and put it in his mouth.

The beef is seven ripe, and when you bite into it, the juice flows between the tongues along the tip of the teeth, and the flavor is fragrant and tender, and the aroma is thick.

Just the right amount of green onion fragrance to relieve greasy and add flavor.

He didn't know how to express it in Chinese, so he just pointed at Dola and gave it a thumbs up.

He couldn't wait to pick up a pinch of green onion crisp with his fork.

The taste is crispy, the green onion is fragrant and fresh, and it is served with a bite of meat and a bite of red meat.

He nodded and made a "please" gesture to Dola's plate.

Dola then retracted her thoughts and chuckled as she picked up her knife and fork.

Dola's ten fingers held a silver knife and fork, with burgundy square-edged armor, which lined his fingers with more and more white.

Outside the window, the sky is getting dark, the night light is on, and looking out of the window, it looks like a galaxy under your feet.

The foreign male companion was very interested, and said to Dola, "What a day!"

Dola picks up a small piece of fresh beef and gently gulps it into your mouth.

Chew gently, swallow slowly, smile.

She gracefully put down her knife and fork, gently pressed the corner of her mouth with a napkin, and stood up: "Excuse me."

Then he walked out of the room with a red heel and knocked on the kitchen door.

Wang Qi expected that Dola could not be so calm, and was unexpectedly relieved that she appeared at the kitchen door.

As for the soup coriander......

Tang Qian didn't bother to pay attention to her at all.

Dola was confident, glanced at the two girls in front of her, and locked her eyes on Tang Qian: "I can see that I am very attentive, and I am going towards the Michelin stars." ”

I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen, Wang Qi thought to herself, what a stinky goblin!

Tang Qian smiled but did not speak, did not answer, did not respond.

Dola didn't care and shrugged: "But the main dish is Cantonese cuisine, stir-fried beef with chives, nothing new, and my friends are tired of eating it, so it doesn't suit the taste." ”

Wang Qi's head "boomed" - sure enough, foreigners' taste buds are different!

She forced her composure and maintained her hands on the back of the table, but her fingers involuntarily pinched the edge of the table.

Tang Qian smiled, and a slightly curved shadow fell on the eyelashes at the end of his eyes: "Stir-fried beef with green onions, dear, this is Lu Cai." ”

Dola's face froze.

"And. Tang Qian looked between Dola's face and collarbone: "Bandeau little black dress, I think you know the shortcomings of your short neck, don't do the foreigner's shrug action, save the head above the shoulders, and don't have a big head circumference without a neck." ”

"Don't be embarrassed!" Dola's face changed, and then he forced it down, and smirked, "Let me tell you this, my friend, who is one of the Michelin juries." I also have a lot of friends who are members of the jury. ”

Tang Qian didn't speak.

Dola finally felt like she pulled herself back, and she turned away in a heartfelt sense of triumph.

Before the kitchen door closed, she concluded in an elegant tone: "You want to go to the stars? ”

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