The glass bubble jar sent by the back kitchen was quickly placed in front of Zhou Yi.

Looking through the transparent pickling jar, this Sichuan Province kimchi is still very authentic, colorful and dazzling, red is pepper, carrot, green is cowpea, celery, white is radish and cabbage, these dishes are soaked in the sauce, the color has changed slightly, but it appears more soft and natural, making people have a great appetite at a glance.

Zhou Yi nodded secretly, it seems that the chief chef of this old place is at least a strong second, and it is not a brag to say that he is proficient in the three major cuisines of Shandong, Sichuan, and Guangdong.

After opening the bubble jar, a spicy and salty smell rushed to his face, Zhou Yi had already picked up the chopsticks, and after smelling the smell, he shook his head and put down the chopsticks.

"Brother Zhou, why is this dish wrong?"

Zhang Zhao observed the words and looks, and saw that Zhou Yi refused to even move the chopsticks, and his heart sank.

"Brother Zhang, you think too much"

Zhou Yi shook his head and smiled: "Just smell the taste, you know that this dish is not only not a problem, but also very good." Brother Zhang, the head chef you are looking for is not a parallel import, just for this jar of kimchi, I am afraid that there are few chefs in China who can do it better than this."

"Then brother, why don't you even move your chopsticks?" Zhang Zhao suddenly rejoiced: "Could it be that this jar of kimchi is so good that it won the Changjin Hotel, so you don't have to taste it, brother?"

"Not really. On the contrary, if you use this jar of kimchi to fight, Brother Zhang, you will lose. ”

"Dude, you are"

Even if he knew that he was facing the current kitchen god, Zhang Zhao couldn't help but be a little angry, and said Brother Zhou, are you playing brother?

"Brother Zhang, don't worry about it first."

Zhou Yi hurriedly said: "I just said that there are few chefs in China who can make better kimchi in Sichuan Province than this, that is because the chefs of my Huaxia country have never looked down on kimchi, and how many of them will study it carefully?"

"Take this jar of kimchi as an example, the knife work is exquisite, the color and nutrition are also reasonable, and the materials are also strict, which shows Chef Yun's profound skills. It's a pity that Chef Yun didn't study kimchi, but just made this dish according to the general rules of cooking, but he didn't really grasp the true meaning of kimchi."

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "In this jar of dishes, there are seven kinds of ingredients, such as green and red peppers, cowpeas, celery, carrots, radishes and cabbage. That is to say, cabbage can have the pungency of chili peppers, the coolness of radish, the dark fragrance of celery, and the heaviness of cowpeas, but its own sweet taste must be the most prominent! All other materials, including chili peppers, must be so, and it is a top Sichuan pickle. But Brother Zhang, can you taste it, has Chef Yun done it?"

Zhang Zhao picked up a piece of carrot and tasted it, and said with a wry smile: "I have also eaten it before, and I feel good." But brother, your mouth is too tricky, Master Yun can't meet your requirements, I'm afraid those sticks can't meet your requirements, right?"

"Not necessarily"

Zhou Yi shook his head and said: "Kimchi is to the stick, it is like the seal ~ the degree of divine oil is hungry in the color ~ the ghost, the little loli of the water spirit is to the strange Shu Huang, that is the foundation of the country, and the table is a frequent guest." And this time Changjin Hotel came prepared, it must have used a kimchi master, and it is not impossible to make the top kimchi I said. ”

"Tell me, brother, how can you make the kind of top-notch kimchi you said?"

Zhang Zhao was really anxious. If you let the stick make top-notch kimchi, won't you have to get the Qingming Festival to open your business?

"Master Yun has no problem with the selection of materials, materials, brewing methods and brewing time, but he has not been able to master the two most important points of pickles. ”

Zhou Yi said: "One is stirring, and the other is turning the vegetables!" Brother Zhang, don't think that the clockwise and counterclockwise stirring of kimchi mentioned by the stick is a joke, in fact, this is exactly the understanding that can only be achieved after the kimchi technique has reached perfection; ”

Zhang Zhao looked at Zhou Yi for a while, and suddenly stroked his knees and laughed: "Haha, brother, I understand what you said so much, you are not only the god of cooking, but also the god of kimchi!

"I'm afraid it's too late to rebrew now," Zhou Yi shook his head and said, "Even if I can't do it." ”

"What should I do then? Do you want me to admit defeat!" Zhang Zhao was so anxious that he almost shook his hand and sprinkled Pu'er tea on Zhou Yi's body.

"Hey, Brother Zhang, are you steady? I'm a poor man, just such a tea dress, you can give me another flower."

"You" Zhang Zhao is so angry, when did you say in your heart, are you still distressed about your clothes?

"Okay, Brother Zhang, don't worry. I said it's too late to make kimchi now, and I didn't say that there is no other way, and you've been in a rage since you met, so much so that I didn't even have time to take the jar out of the trunk."

Zhou Yi looked at Zhang Zhao with a smile. The reason why he delayed until now was to increase Zhang Zhao's sense of expectation and facilitate the sale of the 4,000 catties of pickled radishes at a sky-high price; secondly, he saw that Zhang Zhao was a little messy, so he had to control the rhythm, so that this Chudu tycoon could regain his former confidence and calmness; thirdly, he had a bit of a bad taste, and those masters on TV didn't wait until the end to say the answer?

"Vegetable jar?"

Zhang Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then understood: "No, Brother Zhou, did you bring kimchi? No, I didn't tell you on the phone that Changjin Hotel is comparing kimchi, how do you know?"

"I'm not an immortal, can I still be a prophet?"

Zhou Yi shook his head with a smile and said, "I made some pickles myself, and brought some samples for Brother Zhang to taste." If you can, please help me sell it, I've been short of money recently, don't you still owe Brother Liu?"

"Pickles can only be sold for a few bucks, brother, don't be kidding, okay? Brother Zhang, I'm also a five-star here, you let me sell pickles."

Zhang Zhao was about to say brother, you should forget it, if you are short of money, you can open your mouth directly with your brother, and suddenly saw Zhou Yi with a chuckle on his face, and suddenly came to his senses: "Brother, can I taste your pickles?"

Pickles and kimchi are originally brothers, so if you bring more soup, isn't it kimchi? And this is the pickle made by today's kitchen god.

Zhang Zhao was not stupid, he instantly figured out the connection, and his eyes suddenly lit up

***

Zhou Yi's jar of radish pickles is packed in the most ordinary black mud jar, compared to the Sichuan provincial pickles made in a glass bubble jar, it is really a little difficult to put on the table, but when Zhang Zhao lifted the mud jar, he immediately squinted his eyes, shrugged his nose, and his face was full of fascination.

It's so pure and salty, and it's so refreshing

Looking at the pickled radish in the clay pot like a jade snow cake, Zhang Zhao even forgot to use chopsticks, and directly grabbed a piece and threw it into his mouth.

Then, the eyes of this thing widened and widened, and finally gradually became moist

"It's so delicious, it's so cool, I'm dead, I'm dead"

Zhang Zhao half-squinted his eyes, his face was flushed, and he was sent to a high ~ tide by this pickled radish, only to feel the boundless pleasure ~ a ** feeling, which made his whole body suddenly full of goosebumps: "Why is pickled radish so delicious?

Crunch

When it comes to eating, this product doesn't bother to ask in detail. Before burying his head in the jar, he kept grabbing the pickled radish and sending it to his mouth, and in a blink of an eye, he killed half of the jar alone.

"Brother Zhang, don't eat it!"

Zhou Yi grabbed his hand full of juice, and said with a little crying and laughing: "Aren't you afraid of death? ”

"Brother Zhou, I didn't expect you to be so delicious with a pickled radish, you are really capable of anything."

Zhang Zhao felt that his 1.5 million consulting fees were too worthwhile, so he grabbed Zhou Yi's hand excitedly and said, "I want these 3,000 catties of pickled radish, you can make a price."

Zhou Yi smiled: "Don't worry, let's use it to help you win this game first." But I have to tell Brother Zhang that this radish is precious. ”

"How expensive is it? I want a thousand yuan a pound, how much I want!"

Zhang Zhao smiled, and his face was full of the words 'buddy is rich'

ps: Originally, the taste of radish should be described here, this is the right way, but now I write it, what is written in light and dark during the official competition? So here I can only borrow the side of Boss Zhang to set off :) Don't be surprised, it's not that the light is lazy, it's really not time

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