Although the breakfast was very rich, Sikong Yao also knew in his heart that Dai Zangqing was definitely not so good to them for no reason, and the reason why he prepared these delicious breakfast refreshments was mainly to make up for what would happen next.

But when everyone got their own materials, the face that was still a little excited suddenly turned black again, the fifty catties of cream that Sikong Yao got were good, and some people's materials were even more complicated, and several ingredients were added together, and it was estimated that there were hundreds of catties.

Looking at the two large boxes of cream, Sikong Yao's face was not much better, but it was useless to complain, instead of wasting time complaining, it was better to start training earlier, according to Dai Zangqing's task requirements, although as long as it reached half of the upper limit, it could be regarded as qualified, but if it could not meet this standard, these consumed ingredients would have to pay for it themselves.

Thinking of his already very tight balance of cooking points, Sikong Yao not only shook his spirit, but immediately dragged the cream away.

The training venue is the same as the place where the group entrance assessment was held yesterday, it is a training ground in the cyan Pegasus camp, which can be used by up to a hundred people at the same time, so it is more than enough for these thirty-eight freshmen.

And in order to be able to accept the dishes of the members at any time, Dai Zangqing also arranged for a few old students to stay here, while supervising the new members, but also to ensure the quality of the dishes.

After all, the cyan Pegasus is not a wealthy cooking group, and these materials for the training of the crew members are also bought with money, if you don't want to make up for it. The cyan Pegasus will collapse in less than three days.

After the students have accumulated a certain amount of food, they will be checked and counted by the old students, and then transferred to the taste shop in the inner courtyard for sale, although there may be a deficit, but it will not be lost.

For example, if Sikong Yao sends the whipping cream and sells it, the price will basically be reduced, which is quite not cost-effective, but in order to allow the members to train, Dai Zangqing can only spend a lot of money, all for the future of the cyan Pegasus.

Eight days passed. High-pressure heavy training should also begin. In an instant, all kinds of noises mingled together, forming a piercing noise, and nearly forty people were training here, so you can imagine how noisy the sound would be.

The sound of a kitchen knife rubbing against a cutting board. The sound of a piece of meat being hammered. The sound of sharpening knives. The sound of washing vegetables is all mixed together, and it is a little uncomfortable for a while, but under this tense atmosphere. The members quickly realized that this was the environment in the kitchen.

Almost everyone here is working towards becoming a professional chef, which means that for these people, their future workplace is the kitchen, and since they work in the kitchen, this voice is absolutely unavoidable.

Looking at the various members of the regiment who were in full swing and began to train, Dai Zangqing also nodded with satisfaction, and said to Li Xuyang, the deputy head of the regiment beside him: "It seems that the quality of this year's freshmen is very good, and they have strong adaptability. ”

Li Xuyang also nodded, but he was still worried: "I just don't know how long this enthusiasm can last, and how long can they last with the repetitive and boring cooking training?" ”

Li Xuyang's worries are definitely not unreasonable, working in the kitchen is very depressing and boring, it is possible to repeat the same process all day long, which will force a person into a cooking machine, maybe a day or two can be endured, but if you lack enough enthusiasm for cooking, this kind of fire will definitely not last for a lifetime.

Therefore, another purpose of this high-pressure heavy training is to let the members of the group recognize what their passion for cooking is.

There are many people in the world who do not have any enthusiasm for their profession, and can sell their time to entrepreneurs at will just to find the necessary salary to survive, and often feel stressed due to lack of enthusiasm.

And if this situation occurs in the kitchen, it is the worst, the chef is a profession that must not lack passion, once you lose the passion for cooking, then the career of the chef is over.

For the first hour, everyone was able to maintain enough enthusiasm to keep working on the task at hand, but as time went on, the pressure began to arrive on all sides, and some people's emotions began to fluctuate.

Some people began to find that it was impossible to meet the requirements of the tasks assigned by Dai Zangqing within the specified time by setting off at their own speed, and this pressure of failure began to hinder the progress of some people. Because of the fear that he would not be able to complete the task on time, the fear of living up to the expectations of the regiment commander, the fear that he would be looked down upon by others, and the fear that he would be responsible for these ingredients, the pressure of many aspects combined, causing most people's faces to begin to stiffen.

And this kind of emotion affects not only the speed of cooking, but also the depletion of mental power, and only after an hour has passed, some people have begun to have the idea of giving up.

Sikong Yao was also full of confidence at the beginning of this hour, and according to the skills taught by Shen Xiangyun and the experience gained from last night's training, a total of three catties of cream were distributed, and if it continued at this rate, there would be no problem in completing the minimum standard before six o'clock this afternoon.

But this is only the best situation, after all, in this hour, Sikong Yao is to stay full of vitality, without rest and pause, and always keep his enthusiasm unsubsiding, but this state of high concentration is time-limited, even if he can mentally admit this pressure, he will protest physically.

As early as half an hour ago, Sikong Yao had already felt his arm slightly numb, looking at the pile of cream in front of him, Sikong Yao shook his arm, temporarily numbing the soreness of his arm muscles, and at the same time giving himself some time to relax.

When Sikong Yao stopped, he also noticed the situation of the other members around him, and it seemed that everyone took an hour as a short-term goal, and after struggling to move forward, they rested at this small station.

Everyone tacitly took a break at this point in time, thinking that their bodies and minds could get a proper rest, but this state did not last long, as some activists re-entered the battle, this tense atmosphere was exaggerated, and it was only a few minutes, and almost everyone was engaged in a new round of fighting.

Sikong Yao also took a deep breath, then poured two bottles of cream into the mixing basin, and began to train, proper relaxation is conducive to better sprints, after a short adjustment, Sikong Yao felt that his arm muscle endurance seemed to have some slight improvement, maybe it was an illusion, but Sikong Yao always felt that when he stirred the cream, he became more freewheeling.

The feeling that Shen Xiangyun said made the cream start to flow with her arm seemed to be able to be felt a little bit, although this feeling was very subtle, and it was almost impossible to detect if you didn't feel it carefully, but Sikong Yao was still very keenly aware that she was indeed growing.

This joy of harvest made Sikong Yao feel confident again, since his efforts can be rewarded, then don't waste this opportunity, as long as he pushes himself again, the joy of harvest will be more.

With such passion and joy, Sikong Yao sped up again, although she only sent two bottles of cream each time, although she also knew that at this speed, she could not complete the perfect standard of fifty catties that Dai Zangqing hoped she could achieve, but what Sikong Yao wanted to do was to grasp this subtle feeling.

Hold on to this feeling of doing what you want, and then increase the amount of cream you whip each time you are in control, which is the truth of the so-called sharpening knife and not cutting wood.

If you don't find the trick to increase your speed first, but blindly bury your head in hard work and desperately torture your arm muscles, it is undoubtedly an act of drawing wages from the bottom of the kettle.

If you want to build the whole building high, then the first thing is to lay a good foundation, and what Sikong Yao is doing now is to consolidate the foundation of this building.

Sikong Yao believes that this high-intensity training is actually to allow the members to purify their inner impetuousness and maintain a humble attitude to learn.

When he was in Japan, Sikong Yao once heard Battlefield Hara Zemi say that a real sushi chef needs to study for at least ten years before he can officially start learning to make sushi.

It takes three years to wash the rice, three years to cook the rice, three years to cook the rice, three years to the next three years, and three years to make the rice, and it takes nine years to work on the rice alone, and the last year is to train the knife skills.

Although a year's knife work sounds far from that of a Chinese chef, there is actually a lot of writing, and the knife workers trained by sushi apprentices only have one straight cut, which means that the whole year is spent practicing the straight cut.

From the perspective of boredom and training intensity, even a Chinese chef who has been working for five consecutive years can only express his admiration for the sushi apprentice.

Because he has practiced in Japan, Sikong Yao can also experience that kind of pious faith, which will turn into a passionate belief that a person will keep moving forward, thinking of this, another hour has passed, and Sikong Yao began to feel a strange touch on his fingertips. (To be continued......)