She knew she shouldn't think about that place, but she couldn't help it.

"I ...... Didn't doubt your abilities......"

This sentence, Lin Kesong himself felt very unbelievable.

"Lying. ”

Between his brief opening and closing of his lips and teeth, she finally got her wish to see the place that was faintly melancholy reverie.

It was as if her heart had been swept by something intangible, soft, and just as she desperately tried to grasp the feeling of that moment, it was all gone.

Jiang Qianfan turned sideways and bypassed Lin Kesong. He put away his cane, for he knew everything about the house.

His pace was so easy that Lin Kesong wondered if this guy was really invisible?

Mel winked at Lin Kesong and motioned for her to follow.

This is the first time Lin Kesong has seen this jaw-dropping kitchen.

The spacious, spotless countertops, knife holders with knives of all sizes, and shiny professional cookware are so clean that they look as if they have never been used at all. Bright floors, refrigerated closets against the walls are a variety of fruits, vegetables and meats. There are many of them, and Lin Kesong can't even name them!

Mel smiled at Lin Kesong: "This is the place where Mr. Jiang researches various recipes. Six dishes were created here, and they have been featured in the Michelin Red Treasure as the signature dishes of the three-Michelin-starred restaurant. ”

Lin Kesong blinked.

Although she doesn't know much about the industry, she also knows that "three Michelin stars" is a food worth the wait for a lifetime.

It is already remarkable that one or two of the works of ordinary chefs can be specially introduced by Hongbaojian, but Jiang Qianfan has six at such a young age?

And the most unbelievable thing is that his eyes can't see!

At this time, Jiang Qianfan took off his coat and put on a white chef's clothes. The high neck is attached to his neck, and the smooth lines of the broad shoulders and narrow waist are outlined.

He unscrewed the faucet and rinsed his hands. The water seeped between his slender fingers, and it was a very dynamic beauty.

Lin Kesong was completely dumbfounded.

"What's your top 10 dish on Rotten Tomatoes?"

He asked as he took the white cloth towel and wiped his fingers.

Lin Kesong is stupid, how should she answer the other party?

She didn't even know what it was.

She could only reluctantly reply: "Tomato scrambled eggs." ”

The most home-cooked and simplest dish.

Mel couldn't help but smile: "Although I don't know that much about the various cuisines in China...... But scrambled eggs with tomatoes seem to be a home-cooked dish that wouldn't be described as hellish red soup, right?"

Lin Kesong laughed twice.

This is not all Song Yiran's idea! I was very happy to play tricks on those three judges at the beginning, but now I am embarrassed and thrown home!

"Then tomato scrambled eggs. ”

Jiang Qianfan walked to the closet, his fingers swept over one by one, and he took out three eggs with one hand. He walked to the closet of fruits and vegetables, touched the red tomatoes, picked them up and sniffed them in his nose, and took out two more tomatoes.

His striking of the eggs is graceful and clean, and when the eggs collide with the edge of the workbench, the wrists and arms are folded at an artistic angle. Even the sound of breaking eggs has a pleasant rhythm.

Jiang Qianfan's action of cutting the tomato was very fast, and when his fingers were removed from the tomato, it bloomed like a flower, as if it had been cut by Jiang Qianfan's blade, not pain, but a rebirth.

In Jiang Qianfan's focused eyes, Lin Kesong seemed to see another more pure world.

The smell of eggs and tomatoes blends into your nose.

The mind is drawn to the smell, and the tongue and teeth are ready to move.

It might take her half an hour to make a tomato scrambled egg, but Jiang Qianfan only took a few minutes.

Baby yellow and red together are a pleasing blend to the eye.

With a "grunt", Lin Kesong swallowed his saliva.

Mel, who was on the sidelines, couldn't help but laugh.

"That's the difference between me and you. No one will ever call this dish 'red soup' to me. ”

There was not the slightest hint of contempt in his tone, and it was a matter of course to be ashamed of himself.

Mel gentlemanly fetched a spoon for Lin Kesong and said with a smile: "Many people want to eat his dishes once in their lives, and your luck is really good." ”

No matter how delicious it is, it's just scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Lin Kesong thinks so.

She scooped up a spoonful of eggs and tomatoes, blew them, and put them in her mouth. Eggs are still eggs, tomatoes are still tomatoes......

Less than a second later, Lin Kesong's eyes blinked.

The eggs are loose on the outside and tender on the inside, and the salty and sour juice of the tomatoes is intertwined with the rich aroma of the eggs. The tomatoes were not boiled to the point of being too rotten, and the heat was just right.

Lin Kesong subconsciously wanted to scoop another spoonful, and Mel smiled and asked, "Is it delicious?" or just a simple tomato scrambled egg?"

“…… Delicious. ”

When this bite was swallowed, there was still that salty and sour taste between the tongue, which was not greasy at all, and it clinged to Lin Kesong's nerves, pulling her to lift the spoon.

"It's just delicious, no other comments?" Mel shook his head in disappointment.

"'Delicious' is a very intuitive feeling. Where are there so many adjectives or comments!"

As he spoke, Lin Kesong had already put two or three spoonfuls into his mouth.

It's really delicious! As if all the taste buds on the tongue have been opened, this is the best tomato scrambled eggs Lin Kesong has ever eaten in his life!

When Lin Kesong picked up the plate and was about to drink all the soup at the bottom of the plate, Jiang Qianfan's fingers were clasped on the edge of the plate.

Lin Kesong subconsciously raised his face.

"Do you think I can't teach you, or do you think that people who can't see can't be chefs?"

His voice fell from a high place, each pressing Lin Kesong's heartbeat.

"I'm sorry, but I was biased against you because you couldn't see. Do you make tomato scrambled eggs...... I don't know how to describe it in nice words, but it's the best tomato scrambled egg I've ever eaten since I was born. ”

Regarding his own judgment error, Lin Kesong has never been the kind of person who refuses to admit it. The facts are there, and they don't change because she admits it or not.

Jiang Qianfan's face still didn't have the slightest expression.

Lin Kesong crooked his mouth, couldn't he feel her heartfelt praise if he couldn't see him?

Mel coughed lightly.

Only then did Lin Kesong understand.

"And ...... It's more than enough to teach me at your level! The way you cook just now is so pleasing to the eye that even a person with a visible eye can't do it like you, as if you know everything in the kitchen!"

"Then from today onwards, your mentor is me. ”

"What?" Lin Kesong was dumbfounded, she looked at Mel, who just smiled and nodded.

"Mel, how much time is left until the start of the 'Master Show'?"

"Three months to go. ”

Jiang Qianfan's face turned sideways, "Then please make a plate of tomato scrambled eggs, let me see your level." ”

Don't do it! Make tomato scrambled eggs again! I don't have the level at all!

But now, I can only catch ducks on the shelves.

Melti Lin Kesong found a white apron, and when she came to the stage, Jiang Qianfan's smooth posture lingered in her mind.

She took a breath, tomato scrambled eggs!

The ups and downs calmed down.

Lin Kesong chose eggs and tomatoes, locked all the ingredients she needed, and repeated everything Jiang Qianfan had just demonstrated.

The egg syrup should be finely foamed, the thickness of the tomato should be moderate, and the middle leaf pedicle should be removed.

Jiang Qianfan's knife work is too good, the juice of the tomato is completely left in each petal, and the countertop is very clean. And Lin Kesong looks "miserable" compared to it, even if Jiang Qianfan doesn't say it, Lin Kesong feels that he has lost the most essential part of the tomato on the stage.

Stir-fry, stir-fry, feed, boil, thicken...... Although Lin Kesong tried to imitate the previous Jiang Qianfan at every step. Her nerves were completely tense, and her energy was extremely focused on every detail in her hands.

But at every step, there is a sense of comical that a tiger is not an anti-dog.

When Lin Kesong put out her tomato scrambled eggs, after some comparison, she realized more deeply what a masterpiece is!

As a Michelin-starred chef, Jiang Qianfan's requirements for food are naturally very high.

Lin Kesong could suddenly understand why he only ate one bite of all the snacks he took him to eat at that time.

Mel gently rests the spoon against the edge of the plate.

Jiang Qianfan stretched out his hand, and after first confirming the location of the plate, he lowered his head, scooped up a spoonful, and stayed in front of his nose for less than a second.

That brief moment is like a poster for a food movie.

He opened his lips slightly, and the moment the tip of his tongue touched the spoon, Lin Kesong's heart seemed to be swept by something soft.

She prayed inwardly that he would swallow her tomato scrambled eggs...... Don't spit it out!

I won't use the wording of the audition judge that day to describe her entry-level tomato scrambled eggs.

She was serious, just because she knew it would be sent to him.

Lin found that he finally understood the mood of the contestants in the face of the food judges that day.

Nervous and nervous, a thin sweat broke out in the palms of his hands.

Mel looked at Lin Kesong with sympathetic eyes, as if comforting her and saying: No matter what Jiang Qianfan says, you don't have to take it to heart.

But Lin Kesong knew that no matter what he said, he would be impressed.

"The saltiness of the eggs is not on the same level as the acidity of the tomatoes, and the taste balance is out of balance. The tomatoes sit in the pan for too long, resulting in a squishy texture. The oil is not hot enough when frying the eggs, so the eggs are not fluffy enough. Personally, I don't understand why Winston would comment on it as 'Hell's Red Soup'. ”

His voice is calm and objective, like a law, with a convincing force.

Because of this, Lin Kesong didn't want to hear his failure to her "in a word" like everyone else.

"Your scrambled eggs with tomatoes aren't tasty, but they're not so bad as to be called hell. ”

Lin Kesong, who had been keeping his head down, feeling like he had been riding a bicycle for twenty-five thousand miles, suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Qianfan in disbelief.

Jiang Qianfan's "not unpalatable" is such a high praise for ordinary people!