"Be religious when dealing with ingredients, it is their giving that gives you room to play your cooking skills. ”

Today, there is no trace of black on the head of the old man who teaches Chi Chi Chi to cook, his snow-white hair is neatly groomed, and the Chinese-style navy blue cotton clothes are worn on his body, and he is dressed out of the straight texture of a three-piece suit.

Whether it is a straight back or a rigorous and calm attitude, it makes him look like he has reached the age of mackerel.

Chi Chi watched the old man's movements intently, the silver long knife was specially brought by the old man, and the simple black wooden handle had a light that would only come after being rubbed for a long time.

This knife, which looks like it has gone through countless years, is of course extremely sharp, and it breaks the bones of the fish and cuts the whole fish in half from the middle.

After cutting the fish, the old man put the knife aside and looked at the two snow-white fish with a stern expression.

The atmosphere became solemn and heavy, and Chi Chi also followed his example, his expression was stern and reverent.

"Hmm......" It took two minutes for the old man to speak.

"What am I going to do with this fish?"

The girl paused, and only after two seconds did she say, "You said you want to make mandarin duck fish." ”

So your silent expression just now is not doing some kind of ritual to express gratitude, but thinking about what you are going to cook, right?

"Mandarin duck fish. ”

The old man let out a sigh of relief.

"Then I didn't go wrong to break the fish in half. ”

The girl completely understood, this old man was probably too old, his memory was declining so badly, he would forget what he was going to cook, and only the profound skills were engraved in the bones and blood without a moment of negligence.

Mandarin duck fish, the name is good, it looks good, in fact, it is just a two-color upgraded version of the sauce fish fillet, the dish is not difficult to make, but in the hands of this old man, it really seems to be carrying out some kind of ceremony.

The fish is carefully sliced into thin slices, and each knife seems to be the same as the previous one, at the same angle and force, making the fish slices look particularly neat and attractive.

In any case, Chi Chi is also a person who has worked in the kitchen, and just by looking at the old man's actions, he knows that he is much more clever than the masters who taught him a few days ago.

"Keep your hands and eyes steady, don't be in a hurry. ”

Fortunately, the old man remembered that there was someone studying next to him, and he would explain the essentials while doing it.

It's just that compared to the masters who taught a few days ago, even the depth of the strength and the angle of cutting vegetables were instructed in every detail, and the key to this master's understatement was too particular about artistic conception and too abstract.

Chi Chi could only carefully watch his every bit of movement and figure it out by himself. The more she looked at it, the more she was impressed by the old man, when he was cooking, he was appreciating art, and the way he cooked had become a part of art.

"I remember, I've had hot pot with you. ”

The old man's hand grabbed the two eggs and knocked them on the table, and the cooperation between the fingers made the whites of the two eggs fall into the bowl on the side at the same time.

The yolk also has a small bowl of fine white porcelain, and only the eggshell is thrown away.

The girl watched his movements intently, and replied respectfully, "Yes, I took the liberty of coming to the door in the first lunar month. ”

"The goose intestines that day tasted good, and the small spoon made you eat the pig brain, and you ate it too. ”

After saying this, the old man was silent again.

The egg whites and starch are mixed into a white paste, they are divided into two halves, and red yeast rice is placed in one of the halves to turn red.

After doing this, the old man stopped again.

"The fillet was not marinated for a long time. ”

The pot was boiled with oil, and he called the unknown Chi Chi Chi to the kitchen door together, and the middle-aged man who was waiting outside respectfully saluted him and handed him a bag.

"Grandpa, this is the little gift you said you were going to bring. ”

"I remember I brought it. The lines on the old man's face slackened for a moment, and he was obviously very proud of the fact that he remembered to bring a gift.

There was a delicate small wooden box in the bag, and the lid of the box had goldfish made of fritillary, and when Chi Chi opened it, he saw three round and lovely glutinous rice balls inside.

"The red stuffing is mung beans, the white is red beans, and the green is matcha, and the little girl should love sweets. ”

The girl followed the old man to the edge of the cooking table like a small tail with a small snack box.

"When you eat sweets, you laugh, and when you laugh, you make people happy. Turning to look at Chi Chi, the old man said very seriously, "Young girls should be happy." ”

The old man said such warm words with a straight face that had no expression, and Chi Chi's heart warmed, and he had a feeling of being truly soothed.

The string that had been tightening from yesterday to today suddenly relaxed under such comfort, and Chi Chi suddenly felt that here in this old man, he might be able to really solve his inner troubles.

"I did something very bad yesterday. Counting the so-called "previous life", this old man is also much older than Chi Chi's real age, and in front of him, Chi Chi is a real junior.

"Bad things? You just say bad things because you don't think it's wrong. ”

The old man said in a light tone, the oil temperature on the stove was already suitable, the taste of the fish fillet pickling was enough, and the tender raw fish meat was wrapped in white paste and put into the pot, and gradually took on a golden color after a burst of oil bubbles.

The two people, one old and one young, looked at the oil pot together, and the girl said slowly: "I don't think it's wrong, but it's not good." ”

Maybe I ruined a person's artistic life, She Bing's actions really deserve to die, I really should avenge Chef Jin, and I can be regarded as asking for an explanation for the girl who withered prematurely.

But that doesn't mean that you should deliberately hurt others with your own talent, your own ability, and the things you want to use to pursue your dreams.

Because this is not normal commercial competition, nor is it the means that you should take as an actor.

Proceeding from a malicious heart is in itself dishonorable and immoral.

"For many, many years I was considered a model craftsman......

The old man scooped up a piece of fried fish and gently placed it in the oil-controlled bamboo basket, and a drop of oil flowed out along the texture of the bamboo basket, and finally dripped into the iron bowl below.

"When they praise me like this, I think it's ridiculous, what is a craftsman, a craftsman is that you can't starve to death if you have this craft, if you want to live a better life, you must, improve your craft to the extreme. ”

A few more slices of fish were put into the pan, and the meat was stretched and rolled under the plucking of the old man's long chopsticks, showing the appearance that the chef wanted.

"Chefs are always in pursuit of color and flavor, this is a natural art, as a chef does not do your best, your position may be replaced by others, customers no longer like your sushi, then your sushi can only be thrown in the trash, this is the essence of my work...... There's nothing to boast about this kind of work, I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do. ”

Batch after batch, the white fillets were gradually fried.

"For the sake of my work, I have failed my wife and neglected my son...... These things are not good, but I don't regret it, I chose my own path, and I will still make this choice after going through it a hundred times. Everything comes at a price. ”

The pale red rice cereal also darkened after being fried, and Chi Chi glanced at the old man's straight back and expressionless face, and then turned his gaze back to the oil pot.

"It's different, if you have to compare, it's the equivalent of ruining another chef's hand with your favorite knife. ”

"Oh......"

The old man was silent for a while before speaking.

"I've done this kind of thing. ”

His voice was steady, a little deep, completely different from when he had just comforted the little girl with a snack.

"It's like cutting off someone's arm to destroy what someone else insists on, and I've done this kind of thing, and a lot of people in middle age challenge me with their cooking ideas, and a lot of people ...... After that, they all left the chef industry, and for some of them, I did it on purpose. ”

The old man said easily, and the hidden thing behind it flashed like the silver light on his knife, which already made people feel creepy.

"I knew before the competition that once something someone insists on is broken, his life will change completely, but after I did those things, I didn't feel that I had done something bad, because I knew I was right.

So I don't do this kind of thing from the perspective of being a saint and reflect on my immorality after I have done it, but as an ordinary person who will be angry and resentful, I will do what I think is right. Just like others think I am a noble craftsman leader, in fact, I am just an ordinary person who uses my craft to make a living. ”

The golden fillets, the red fillets, were taken out of the bamboo basket and carefully placed on a plate in the shape of green bamboo leaves.

"No one should tie the heavy moral shackles to themselves, there are already too many things to carry on our way to the top, don't treat yourself with the attitude of a saint, you have to think clearly, whether morality restricts you or guides you, whether you want to be a person you want to be, or to become a saint, these are two different choices. ”

In middle age, choosing the development of skills dooms oneself to not being a qualified husband and father.

In old age, choosing to come to China to enjoy his old age with his younger brother was destined to give up the environment that everyone regarded as a national treasure.

Life is never perfect.

Chi Chi finally understood the hidden pain in his heart from yesterday to today.

She seems to have become accustomed to being a saint, in those years when there were no dreams to achieve, those pains that she tasted alone made her think of herself as a saint, but now it is different, she has a goal to move forward, and there must be a means to achieve it.

"Feng Kitchen" is a movie she wants to do well, so she will never allow She Bing to treat it as another private property of herself.

Chef Kim is her respected master and friend, and she can't allow anyone who has hurt him to live in this world freely and chicly.

These two points alone, what she did to She Bing yesterday, even if she goes back in time, she will still do it.

She is not a saint.

She is Chi Chi.

"Hmm...... It seems like...... This fish should be topped with sauce. ”

Looking at the perfect plating, the old man suddenly realized that he had said this, and after he finished speaking, the whole kitchen was silent for a moment.

Rejuvenating the sauce on the stove would have missed the tastiest part of the fillet, so the final "sauce" sprinkled on top was a cold sauce made by the old man with plum wine, fruit vinegar and lemon juice.

A hot dish ends up being a cold dish.

"Very tasty. Chi Chi could hear the sound of his teeth crushing the crispy shell of the fish fillet, and he could also feel the wonderful feeling of the delicious juice splashing on the tip of his tongue, the wonderful aroma of wine and fruit, as well as the acidity that neutralized the greasy and fishy of the fish, the overall fusion of the taste was surprising and unexpected.

As a national treasure chef, the old man told her sternly: "Since it's delicious, let's make this from the beginning." ”

Finally couldn't hold back, Chi Chi grinned as he took the fish fillet in his mouth.

Just when Chi Chi was learning to cook, She Bing quietly left the crew of "Feng Kitchen", and at noon, Chi Chi received a call from Du An.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect to just casually mention your crew to others, so I lured She Bing and handed him over to me, and soon he will quit your project. ”

Duane's attitude is really apologetic, maybe he is the only one among many directors who really understands what kind of character She Bing is.

"No, he's gone, and he's paid for the food these days. ”

The girl's face was a relaxed smile.

That amount of money is enough to make people feel painful.

Duane was silent for a moment before sighing: "I won't make movies in the next few years...... If I still do it in a few years, you can be my heroine again, you can play with whomever you want, if you have a good script, you can recommend it to me. ”

Is this the old man's belated apology? Or does he not actually have the consciousness of "entering the play" for Chi Chi?

The two people on both ends of the phone didn't delve into it, and the girl smiled and said, "The next time we meet, I will treat you to fish fillet, which will definitely surprise you." ”