Next to the No. 3 wok, San Fat looked at the list in his hand, raised his head a little puzzled, and his eyes fell on Wang Ming. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"There are so many kinds of pasta, if you really count it, there are hundreds of easy ones, but there are only these eight dishes? Isn't it a little less? ”

San Fat opened his mouth and said, as his voice fell, Wang Ming shook his head.

"What we want is to keep improving, these eight pasta dishes are ready, it is already very good, you can collect the list first, prepare it at noon tomorrow, and sell it in the afternoon."

Wang Ming opened his mouth to speak, and Sanfat nodded, and the two chatted again, each preparing for the work at hand, diligence is like this, as long as you want to, there will always be endless work.

Wang Ming put the hand towel in his hand aside, it was not yet the time period for reception at the moment, he had just walked out of the kitchen door, and when he looked at the empty hall, he saw Ling Shao who came on time every day.

Lamborghini stopped in the parking space very stylishly, and Ling Shao, who was dressed in white casual clothes, got out of the car, with a smile on his face, and came directly to the gate.

"Hi, good afternoon."

Ling Shao greeted him very familiarly, while Wang Ming nodded lightly.

"Didn't you give the old man privileges? Coming so early? ”

Wang Ming said lightly, and as his voice fell, the smile on Ling Shao's face became a little bigger.

"The old chicken soup and soup dumplings at noon are very powerful, the old man likes it very much, that, can I order now? I'll eat it first, and then I'll help him bring it back. ”

Ling Shao raised his eyes and looked at the time, there was still more than half an hour before receiving guests, but he was already a little hungry at noon, but with the help of the old man's privilege, he had just arrived one step earlier, and at this moment, as his voice fell, he sat down at the table near the kitchen.

"Half an hour later."

Wang Mingfeng said lightly, making Ling Shao, who had just sat down with his buttocks, slightly stunned.

"Isn't it privileged?"

Ling Shao said with some unhappiness, the expression on his face was full of disbelief.

"That's for your old man."

Wang Ming shrugged his shoulders, his tone was still flat, which made Ling Shao's face suddenly collapse.

"I'm hungry, you open the door to do business, this rule is really unreasonable."

Ling Shaoyou said weakly, but when he saw Wang Ming's indifferent eyes, he reluctantly added again.

"Of course... No matter where you go, you have your own rules, not to mention that your food here is really delicious. ”

For Ling Shao's last sentence, Wang Ming was quite surprised, this seemingly handsome boy brother could say such a thing, which surprised him a little.

"Wait."

Wang Ming threw down two words, turned around and walked into the kitchen, Ling Shao looked at Wang Ming who disappeared at the kitchen door with a blank face, quietly stunned, and relieved.

"Hey, hey... This guy still has a bit of a human touch. ”

Wang Ming entered the kitchen, groaned slightly, turned on the low heat, poured water into the pressure cooker, turned around and said to the three fat people on the side: "Chop a little minced meat, the fat and thin will be three or seven points, and then the mushrooms and green onions will be cut into small pieces." ”

As Wang Ming's voice fell, Sanpang nodded and began to prepare, while Wang Ming poured high-gluten flour into a small basin as in the morning, added a little cornstarch, poured a small amount of water, and began to make roasted wheat husk with noodles.

After kneading the somewhat translucent snow-white dough, covering it with a clean and damp drawer cloth to rest the dough, Wang Ming took out the crab roe from the refrigerator and put it aside for later use.

The work efficiency of the three fats is very fast, and after a while, the fat and lean meat stuffing of the three sevens is chopped well, and as for the mushrooms and green onions, they have also been prepared one after another.

At this moment, most of the people in the kitchen have finished their work at hand, and watching the chef busy, most of them have also gathered around based on the deliciousness of the soup dumplings poured at noon.

"Since Chef Lin came, Mr. Wang rarely showed his hand again, and it seems that he is preparing a staple food with some kind of filling."

"Yes, although it is only a few days, it feels like Mr. Wang hasn't done it for a long time, let's learn it hard, Mr. Wang's craftsmanship is really amazing."

"The soup dumplings at noon are so powerful, the delicious meat, the delicious soup, and the snow-white and glutinous skin, the aftertaste is endless..."

Everyone whispered, looking at each other, but staring at the movements in Wang Ming's hands to prevent missing even a link.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Ming lit the flame of the No. 3 wok, and the wok was on fire, and as the flame rose, the temperature also rose.

The filling of siu mai is different from that of dumplings, and it needs to be fried and matured in advance to ensure the softness and texture of the skin.

The wok is quickly cleaned, inject a little base oil, put the green onion rice into the pot, stir-fry until fragrant, add the meat filling, fry until the color is white, and when the fragrance is pervasive, put in a small amount of soy sauce, add edible salt, peppercorn powder and a small amount of thirteen spices, and then add the shiitake mushrooms and stir evenly, which turns off the flame.

Rolling out the roasted wheat husk one by one, using a rolling pin to press out the six folded patterns of the outer skin, Wang Ming put the filling in the middle, garnished it with a little crab roe, and gently pinched it with his thumb and index finger, and suddenly a top of the roasted wheat like a pomegranate appeared in his hand.

After a quick wrap, I looked at the steamer that was already in the air, and put the siu mai in.

After about five minutes, Wang Ming opened the steamer, took it out, and placed them on the plate one by one.

The crystal clear dough is extremely thin, and the filling of the pork and crab roe wrapped inside can be seen dimly, and the holes with chopsticks exposed above exude bursts of heat, and while dissipating heat, there is also a fresh fragrance of meat mixed with crab roe permeating out, with a seemingly ordinary millet porridge, which was brought out by Xiao Budian, and Wang Ming also followed.

At the dinner table, Ling Shao looked at Wang Ming with a little crying and laughing, twelve roasted wheat with a millet porridge in front of him.

"You're not, aren't you? I waited for a long time, and you gave me this? ”

Ling Shao pursed his lips, and said a little unhappily, he thought that he would be able to make a lobster and sea crab or something, but he didn't expect Wang Ming to go in and tinker for a long time, so he did this.

Wang Ming rolled his eyes, ignored him, and sat down on the side.

"I won't charge you for this meal, help me try a new dish."

Wang Ming said softly, and as his voice fell, Ling Shao shook his head helplessly.

"Okay, okay... You have the final say. ”

was already very hungry, looking at the yellow, orange and orange millet porridge in the bowl, Ling Shao couldn't cry or laugh, and then, the chopsticks in his hand casually picked up a roasted wheat and shook it at Wang Ming.

"The one I made at noon tastes good, I checked it, it's called soup dumplings, right? There aren't many people here in Dongjiang who do this, but this stuff is not very attractive to me anymore. ”

Ling Shao said again, seeing that Wang Ming's face was a little unkind, then he withdrew his gaze and carefully bit down the wrinkled flowers on it, as for the filling below, he learned much smarter this time.

After taking a bite, Ling Shao frowned imperceptibly as he chewed, and then, he bit off half of the remaining filling, and chewed it again as the meaty soup in his mouth seeped out.

"The taste is not bad, the gravy is delicious, the filling is tender, and it seems to have the taste of crab roe."

Ling Shao said with some vagueness, although his evaluation of the roasted wheat was not very high, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all, and the twelve roasted wheat, in just two minutes, were all wiped out by him.

Swallowing the roasted wheat in his mouth, the chopsticks in Ling Shao's hand poked out again, and then his eyes stiffened slightly, looking at the already empty plate, he put down the chopsticks with some unfinished thoughts, and swept his eyes over Wang Ming who was sitting opposite without a trace, looking at Wang Ming who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and suddenly smiled.

"Hey, hey... Well, is there anything else? ”

Ling Shao said with some embarrassment, and what greeted him was Wang Ming's white eyes.

"Actually, I was a little hungry just now, and I didn't taste the specific taste, so you can give me a few more, I'll try it, after all, I've been a regular customer of various restaurants and restaurants over the years..."

Ling Shao's voice fell, Wang Ming shook his head, and immediately stretched out his finger to point at the millet porridge in front of him.

"The roasted wheat is gone, drink some porridge, if you still want to eat, then you have to go elsewhere."

Wang Ming said with a hint of a smile, and as his voice fell, Ling Shao's face turned bitter.

"Isn't it? Do you want me to drink a full water? Moreover, how can the outside be compared to the here? ”

Ling Shao opened his mouth and said, and as the words fell, he also realized something.

"Okay, okay, I don't have to say anything about the taste of roasted wheat, I originally wanted to take this opportunity to suppress it, so that you don't be so cold to me in the future, who knew that it would be so easy for you to see through it."

Ling Shao said helplessly, while Wang Ming stood up and immediately walked towards the kitchen.

"Hurry up and drink, I'll arrange your old man's dishes."

Wang Ming's voice came from his ears, Ling Shao shook his head, and his eyes fell on the yellow, orange, and orange millet porridge.

"Okay, if the water is full, the water will be full."

Ling Shao said viciously, then picked up the small bowl in front of him and poured a mouthful of millet porridge, a fragrant and sweet taste, which suddenly wrapped around the tip of his tongue like a sweet spring.

After drinking the millet porridge by two, Ling Shao leaned back comfortably in the chair, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued to wait.

As time passed, diners began to come, and the hall, which was still a little deserted, gradually became noisy.

In the kitchen, after Wang Ming boxed the packaged dishes, he walked out of the kitchen, handed them to Ling Shao, watched Ling Shao thank him and left, Wang Ming's eyes swept over the hall, and then returned to the kitchen again.

"Prepare for it, there's a big wave of diners outside..."

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