Chapter Seventy-Nine: Kitchen Idiot
Hearing Mu Fan's words, Jiang Geyi and Han Zhuang were both slightly stunned, they didn't expect that Mu Fan's purpose was to learn these two dishes.
"Mu Gongzi, I don't really pay attention to this cloud and fire, but there are some difficulties in knife work. Djangoyi came back to his senses and said, "You should be able to taste it, this dish has not been cooked in any way, and no seasoning has been put in it, and the main reason why it tastes good depends on the ingredients." ”
Jiang Geyi thought for a moment and continued: "If Mu Gongzi wants to learn, I can teach you. However, the knife technique is all about practice makes perfect, and it cannot be practiced overnight. ”
Not to mention that there are not many techniques that cannot be passed on, even if there is, just because Mu Fan is Jiao Xiang's apprentice, Jiang Geyi will not hesitate to teach. After all, Jiao Xiang gave him a lot of guidance back then, and being able to sit in the position of chef of the Nine Immortals Pavilion can be said to have helped him a lot. People, you have to know about Entu.
"Then thank you Chef Jiang. Mu Fan thanked him sincerely, and then looked at Han Zhuang next to him.
At this time, Han Zhuang was a little unhappy in his heart, and Mu Fanti's request was indeed a bit excessive. The skill of sand-filled meat is not comparable to such a cold dish as the clouds and fire. Whether it is from the selection of ingredients, or the control of the heat, as well as the processing of details, there are many exquisiteness and tips for sandwiched meat. It can be said that this dish is Hanzhuang's housekeeping skill, although Mu Fan's attitude is good, but it is naturally difficult to learn Hanzhuang's specialty dishes if he bows and gives a salute like this.
As the old saying goes, the apprentice of the church starves the master. Han Zhuang and Jiao Xiang have not met, they have only heard of his name, and they can't talk about friendship, let alone Jiao Xiang's apprentice Mu Fan.
"Mu Gongzi, if you like this dish of sand meat, you can come to the Nine Immortal Pavilion every day, I will make it for you personally, why do you need to learn it?" Han Zhuang said in a respectful tone.
Although this sentence is a question, it has already expressed Han Zhuang's refusal from the side.
Django on the side wanted to help Mu Fan say a few words, but it was difficult to speak. After all, sand meat is a skill that Han Zhuang has learned so hard, and it is really unrealistic to teach Mu Fan so plainly and for no reason.
"Chef Han, I know that my request is a bit abrupt and unreasonable, but I am by no means a vain learner. Mu Fan was not surprised by Han Zhuang's refusal, and said with a smile: "I have two things to change, after Han Chef listens to me, if he still refuses, I will never entangle." ”
"Don't you change it?" Han Zhuang was slightly stunned, "Please tell Master Mu about it." ”
"The first no, that is, after completing my studies, I will never apply for a chef, let alone come to rob you of your job as a Korean chef. Second, no, I promise that I will not open a restaurant in the entire six districts of Xudu, and I will not provide this dish of sand meat to anyone in any form, and at most I can make it for my own consumption. In short, after completing my studies, I will not have any negative impact on the current work and status of Han Chef. Mu Fan said solemnly, "As for the exchange, I am a layman, and I can only exchange silver tickets." Of course, I don't mean anything disdainful. It is completely as a thank you for the generous transmission of Korean chefs, and as a compensation for your teaching time. ”
After listening to Mu Fan's words, Han Zhuang hesitated. If it is really like what Mu Fan said, if he hands over the practice of sanding meat to him, not only will he not pose any threat to his career, but he can also make a friend and get a sum of money, which can be said to be a good and harmless thing.
"Young Master Mu, since it's not for profit, then why do you want to learn it?" Han Zhuang asked in some surprise. There are two reasons for learning to cook, the first is for profit, and the second is for the sake of tongue. According to Mu Fan's words, the first point is no longer among them. And he is Jiao Xiang's apprentice, and he doesn't look like a master who is short of money. You don't have to make it yourself if you want to eat it, so the second reason can also be ruled out. Since the two reasons are not right, Mu Fan's approach is a little strange.
"Chef Han, there are martial arts idiots among those who love martial arts in this world, and there are alcoholic idiots among those who love wine, you can see me as a kitchen idiot. Mu Fan said with a clear conscience, pretending to be otherworldly: "I am very interested in all kinds of superb cooking skills, and the reason why I study is not for profit, but just for hobby." ”
When Jiang Geyi and Han Zhuang heard this, there was a trace of admiration in their eyes. Many people choose the chef profession for the first reason to make money. And Mu Fan doesn't do it for any selfish interests, he just likes to cook. Immerse yourself in it and keep learning, this is what makes a good chef.
"It's not a loss to be Jiao Lao's apprentice. Jiang Geyi exclaimed, "Mu Gongzi's pursuit of cooking skills alone is beyond our comparison." ”
"Yes, my question is too short-sighted. Han Zhuang said: "Mu Gongzi's state of mind, let me admire it." ”
"Where, where, the two of them praised it. Listening to the praise of the two, Mu Fan couldn't help but feel a little weak. It is true that he learned cooking not for the silver ticket, but not for the hobby, but for the evil renminbi.
"Chef Han, please make a price. Mu Fan was a little excited in his heart, his goal was achieved, and he finally didn't have to be as troublesome as he was at the beginning, and now he can just smash it with a silver ticket.
"Han boy, don't ask for a price. Jiang Geyi looked at Han Zhuang and said in a slightly serious tone.
"Fat Jiang, you can't help but look down on me too much. Han Zhuang glanced at Jiang Geyi, looked at Mu Fan and said seriously: "Since Mu Gongzi proposed two nevers, and he simply likes cooking, then I naturally won't take money." ”
Mu Fan, who was already about to pay the silver ticket, was slightly stunned and said: "Chef Han, this is not appropriate, you and Chef Jiang wasted time teaching me cooking, how can you not charge money, you have to collect a little." ”
"Hey, Mu Gongzi's words are out of sight, I was taught by Jiao Lao at the beginning. And you are Jiao Lao's apprentice, then we are our own people, and we look down on me when we talk about money. Django Yi Zhengse.
"Yes, this time we should all be chefs communicating with each other, and in the future, Mu Gongzi can learn other specialty dishes, which can also be taught to us. Han Zhuang said, "Let's make friends, it's not interesting to talk about money." ”
"In that case, then I'll thank you both. Speaking of which, it was a little inappropriate for Mu Fan to pay any more money, so he had to nod and agree.
At this time, there is still some time before the end of the business of the Nine Immortal Pavilion. As chefs, Jiang Geyi and the others naturally had to complete the work at hand before they could teach Mu Fan. At the invitation of Jiang Geyi, after Mu Fan checked out, he followed him to the kitchen on the first floor, ready to wait while watching.