As soon as they entered the Fish Flavor Restaurant, Jiangbian and Zhang Jingyao asked for a stove. *.*.*/* Then start preparing the dish.

Don't look at Zhang Jingyao's dignified image of a noble lady, in fact, her cooking skills are quite good. Especially after the separation of her own son, Zhang Jingyao was obsessed with cooking and lost her son negatively.

Zhang Jingyao asked the kitchen for a small amount of oily skin, fresh milk, fungus, bamboo shoots and other ingredients, and carefully cleaned it up. Don't look at the fact that cooking enthusiasts have not gone through systematic cooking learning, and there are more or less defects, but the hobbies and occupations are different, and the concentration of the two into cooking is completely different. People like Zhang Jingyao, who particularly love cooking, will not be worse than ordinary chefs, and even some chefs can't say that they are good at some dishes. Cooking enthusiasts only cook their favorite dishes, and naturally put a lot of effort into these dishes, while chefs can only make popular food according to the eating habits of diners. Therefore, in terms of concentration, it is natural that it cannot compare with these amateurs who love cooking.

Riverside is also preparing its own dishes. The things he prepared were miscellaneous. A grass carp, a piece of pork belly, and all kinds of side dishes, no one can see what dishes are going to be prepared by the riverside.

The kitchen was busy, and the rest of the people had to wait in the private room.

"Uncle Tang, Aunt Zhang's cooking skills are very good, right?" Xiao Yalin asked.

Tang Pengyun smiled slightly, talking about his wife's cooking skills, Tang Pengyun was very proud, "Not only is it good, it is even better than the chef of a five-star hotel." I love her cooking. Originally, she began to learn cooking skills when she was just pregnant, saying that she wanted to make the most delicious dishes when the baby started to eat. Unexpectedly, this day has been waiting for twenty years. After the baby was stolen, Jing Yao recovered for a long time and has been obsessed with cooking ever since. We searched for several years, but we couldn't find any trace of the baby. I saw that Jing Yao couldn't completely come out of the shadow of the year, so I took Jing Yao to a foreign country together. Jing Yao opened a Chinese restaurant in the United States, and she has devoted herself to cooking ever since. We didn't expect to have a family reunion in this life. ”

Tang Pengyun said for a while, his throat became a little hard, and he stopped.

Mei Siling hurriedly pulled the topic away, "To say, Jiangbian is really similar to Aunt Zhang." Jiangbian has never done anything in his hometown, he only came to Qiantang last year, became a chef, and won the championship in the cooking competition, which shows that he inherited his mother's culinary talent. ”

Man Qing also said, "And ah, Jiangbian looks exactly like Uncle Tang." Maybe it was really God's mercy that reunited Uncle Tang's family. //**//”

"I wish it was so." Although Tang Pengyun thought that Jiangbian was his lost son to a large extent, he was still a little worried about the results of the paternity test the next day.

Yes, of course, it's best, if not. Tang Pengyun didn't dare to think about it. Tang Pengyun couldn't imagine how disappointed Zhang Jingyao would be if Jiangbian wasn't his separated son.

"I wonder what kind of dishes they will cook?" Xiao Yalin said softly.

Zhang Jingyao covered the oily skin with a damp cloth to soften.

The washed mushrooms are then cut into exactly equal three sections. This cutting vegetables is very skillful, two knives at will, together, each section is the average length.

The tip of the bamboo shoots is cut into shreds, and the plum threads are all thin, generally thick, and if you take a needle, you may be able to pass the bamboo shoots through the pinhole. It can be seen that Zhang Jingyao is meticulous.

The fungus is also in the water, so take it out and put it in the boiling water in the pot and take it out.

Then quickly pinch off the head and tail of a handful of bean sprouts, and also put them in boiling water and take them out.

Every time she took a step, Zhang Jingyao would always look back at the riverside, her eyes full of love. As soon as she sees the riverside, Zhang Jingyao will have infinite energy. …,

"Son, I'm finally able to let you eat the dishes that your mother made for you." Zhang Jingyao said in her heart. I couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in my heart again, and tears almost flowed out.

Zhang Jingyao wiped a handful of tears with the action of wiping sweat.

Jiangbian's cooking is still the same as before, although his skills have improved greatly, but he still doesn't like to make it too delicate. His handling of the dish at each step is rough, and the cut is relatively simple.

In three or two clicks, the big grass carp was processed and scaled and dissected, and it was done neatly, but in the eyes of connoisseurs, every movement was a problem.

But Jiangbian doesn't care very much, the most important thing about food is not the appearance, but the nutrition and taste itself.

The riverside would also glance at Zhang Jingyao every once in a while.

Mother didn't have much concept in his eyes, and he always felt that as soon as he turned around, the person who might become his mother quickly lost his impression. He needed to remember this person more vividly.

Jiangbian put down the grass carp in his hand, looked up and glanced at Zhang Jingyao again. At this time, Zhang Jingyao also looked over.

Zhang Jingyao was stunned when she saw the riverside, smiled slightly, and reached out to remove a piece of fish scales from the clothes on the riverside.

It's a taste that Riverside has never experienced before. When I was in elementary school, when other children came home, their mothers would always bounce the dirt off their bodies or change their dirty clothes. But this is something that cannot be experienced by the river. Although the turtle king likes the riverside, he can't do women's things.

"Thank you." Jiang said with a blushing face.

"Silly boy." Zhang Jingyao smiled even more happily, this is her son, exactly the same as the scene in her dream. How long has Zhang Jingyao been looking forward to this day?

The oil in the pot was already squeaking, and a small amount of smoke began to rise from the oil surface. The oil has boiled.

Zhang Jingyao hurriedly turned her head, put enoki mushrooms, bamboo shoot tips, smoked dried mushrooms, and fungus into the fry, and then added ginger shreds, refined salt, monosodium glutamate, sesame oil, and cooking wine to stir-fry to taste, pour them into a basin to cool, add pinched vegetables and mix well to form a filling.

Zhang Jingyao wrapped the vegetable fillings into rolls of the same size with oily skin, and then sealed the mouths. She did it very carefully, and the whole process was afraid of the slightest mistake. Put the finished rolls in the steamer and arrange them neatly in the steamer. Then I looked at the time.

Immediately after that, 10 eggs were taken, and one end was gently cracked, and the egg white and yolk inside were removed, and the eggshell was slightly processed.

Then put the starch and fresh milk powder into the basin, add water, refined salt and monosodium glutamate, put it on the pot, and heat it into a thick paste. Fill each of the 10 empty egg shells cut in half and put the balled red carrots in the center of the eggs. Then steam in the pot for no minutes, cool the lower drawer, peel off, and restore it into an egg shape.

On that side, after steaming and cooling, roll the oil skin and fry it in the oil pan until golden brown, drain the oil from the pan, and use it as chicken offal. Then wrap it in oil skin to form a chicken body, and carrots are carved into a chicken head to make a whole chicken shape

Zhang Jingyao steamed the chicken and placed it in the center of the plate, pressed the head and feet, and placed eggs on both sides.

Zhang Jingyao made a Zhejiang dish, which was stuffed with oily skin to make a chicken shape. Eggs are skillfully made with starch and fresh milk, and a dish is cooked together, which symbolizes the meeting of mother and child. She has learned this dish I don't know how many times, and I just hope that the son she will see one day will come in handy. I didn't expect this dish to really come in handy on this day.

Zhang Jingyao cooked the dishes, but her heart was sour. Tears dripping like beads.

"Auntie? Are you alright? Jiangbian hesitated, not knowing what to call Zhang Jingyao.

Zhang Jingyao glanced up at the riverside, with infinite regret in her eyes, how much she hoped that the riverside could call her "Mom".

Zhang Jingyao knew that even if she personally identified the identity of the mother and son of the two people, she would have to give Jiangbian a process of adaptation, so she smiled at Jiangbian, "It's okay, child, mom. Auntie is fine. Auntie's dish is ready, you can taste it. ”…,

"Me, can't I eat it alone?" Jiangbian was not very embarrassed, and he didn't want to refuse Zhang Jingyao's kindness, so as not to disappoint Zhang Jingyao.

"It's fine. Auntie, this dish is made especially for you. Zhang Jingyao scooped up a pair of chopsticks, clamped a piece to the riverside, and fed it directly to the riverside's mouth.

Jiangbian had no choice but to open his mouth and let Zhang Jingyao feed a large piece of food into his mouth. This piece is a lump of vegetable filling wrapped in oily skin, and fried in oil a few times, naturally containing juice. As soon as Jiangbian chewed, juice immediately flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

Zhang Jingyao looked at the riverside like a child, the oil juice flowed from the corners of her mouth, she was very happy, laughed loudly, and carefully wiped the corners of the riverside's mouth with a handkerchief with one hand. Like a mother caring for a child.

"How? Auntie's craftsmanship is still complete, right? Zhang Jingyao asked.

"Delicious, delicious! It's the best I've ever tasted! ”

Jiangbian exclaimed, this is not a compliment, this mother-child love is crisp and tender, the taste is fresh and fragrant, and the unique flavor of all the ingredients is reflected, and the fragrance is blended together.

Zhang Jingyao also put in great effort to make this dish, every step is the pursuit of perfection, and the whole attention is focused on this dish, and the food made naturally reaches the limit of taste.

Seeing that the riverside was eating so sweetly, Zhang Jingyao's face was full of smiles.

The dish made by the river was also made.

"Auntie, my dish is ready, you can also taste it." Jiangbe said.

"Okay, I'll taste it too." Zhang Jingyao said with a smile.

However, this dish by the river is somewhat unique, and those who have seen the cooking competition by the river know that this dish is actually the same dish that the river won the championship - assorted fish soup.

Seeing that the dishes cooked by the riverside were a little messy, Zhang Jingyao took a look and thought that the cooking skills by the riverside were not very good. But I was still very interested, scooped up the chopsticks, picked up a piece and put it in my mouth. As soon as this dish was eaten, Zhang Jingyao showed an incredible expression.

I thought that this dish should taste unpalatable, but when I entered it, I realized that the taste of this dish was actually very chic. But it also feels elusive.

Jiang Bian seemed to be prepared for Zhang Jingyao's expression, and said with a smile, "Take another bite, the taste is very chic." ”

Zhang Jingyao tasted it again, and sure enough, she found that the taste was completely different from the first bite. But it's also good.

"W-what's going on?" Zhang Jingyao asked.

"Let's bring the food over first, wait and talk while eating, they should be in a bit of a hurry." Jiangbe said.

Zhang Jingyao also smiled, "Okay, let's serve the dishes." ”