It was indescribably awkward, although Sikong Yao was holding the knife in his hand at this time, it didn't feel like he was holding a knife.

If you hold a knife, it should be a tool that can make more use of the knife itself and be able to transform the ingredients.

And at this moment, the knife in Sikong Yao's hand has only become a handicraft, and there is no way to make it a knife at all, because it cannot play its role.

In this way, the chef is not a chef but a vase, and the cooking knife is not a cooking knife but a flower branch, which is empty and beautiful.

Sikong Yao changed his hand back to the fist grip method, and continued to shape the seaweed slices, explaining: "No matter what way the painter holds the pen, as long as he can draw a beautiful painting, isn't it? ”

Looking at the knife in Sikong Yao's hand, Yuan Ze saw that he didn't speak, he couldn't agree, and he couldn't refute it.

After thinking about it again, I still felt that it was inappropriate, and said, "It's a different cuisine." ”

Seeing that Yuan Ze had snatched the knife from Sikong Yao's hand this time, the cold light flashed. The level of knife work on the battlefield is obviously incomparable to Sikong Yao, and in the moment when the knife is raised, the division of the seaweed pieces has been completed, and when they coincide together, it seems that the two pieces of seaweed are fused together.

Battlefield Harasawami retorted: "The beauty and ugliness of the painting will be modified by people's subjective consciousness, but the cooking is different, and the knife in my hand is the only constant cuisine." ”

Sikong Yao smiled faintly and said, "But have you ever thought that even if the taste of the food is good or bad, it will be modified by people's subjective consciousness, take myself as an example." I didn't deny the deliciousness of sashimi, but I felt a little bit of a gap in my heart, and when I ate it, I felt that something was missing, and I couldn't devote myself to it. What about such a question, have the original predecessors of the battlefield thought about it? ”

Battlefield Yuan Ze was silent, he who had accepted the sashimi culture since he was a child, naturally did not have the same resistance as Sikong Yao, felt that this was a matter of course, and naturally did not think about its correctness. He grew up in such a cultural background. I couldn't find an excuse for a while.

And Sikong Yao continued: "Some dishes are regarded as delicacies. But some people scoff, is this a problem with the food itself? No, it's because of the cultural differences and preferences of different diners, and it has nothing to do with the cuisine. It has nothing to do with the chef. It also has nothing to do with the way the knife is held. ”

"As a cook. You should be able to realize that your mission is to cook delicious food for your guests, but not to everyone's tastes. In fact, no chef can make food that everyone likes. Therefore, a restaurant will have a variety of food, and customers can choose from it. The bridge that binds the existence of a relationship between two hearts that identify with each other is not food, nor a knife, nor a knife, nor a hand holding a knife. ”

Sikong Yao looked at the battlefield Yuan Zejian, and at this moment, a trace of wavering emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Whatever the diner thinks is delicious, the chef will cook for him, rather than what the chef thinks is delicious, he will cook for the guest, and the real value of the restaurant is that it gives the opportunity to undertake the spiritual exchange between two people."

"You ......" Battlefield Yuan Zejian slowly raised his head and said, "Have you talked to Feng Xue about anything?" ”

Sikong Yao nodded and said, "Yes, last night, he told me some of his own opinions. ”

Seeing this, Battlefield Harazawa smiled bitterly and said, "That's what you said?" ”

Sikong Yao shook his head lightly and said, "No, that's what he wants to express, but it's not his original words." ”

Battlefield Harasawami asked, "Then what did he say?" ”

Sikong Yao felt at this point that the kind of love that Battlefield Yuan Zejian had for Feng Xue, in fact, he still cared about his son very much.

"A real chef is not only a good cook for diners, but also a subject who gives meaning to the existence of the ingredients, and a chef who recognizes the ingredients can truly make delicious dishes." Sikong Yao truthfully relayed the words of Yuan Fengxue on the battlefield.

And at this moment, the battlefield Hara Zemi was completely silent.

Sikong Yao couldn't see his expression on his head, but he could clearly feel it, and the atmosphere of joy was slowly spreading.

Battlefield Hara Ze said with satisfaction: "That kid, I found my own answer." ”

Sikong Yao asked: "The original predecessors of the battlefield, the definition of a chef is the same?" ”

Battlefield Hara Sawami shook his head lightly and said, "No, the chef I think is not like that. ”

Sikong Yao was puzzled and said, "Then why do you agree with Feng Xue's answer?" ”

Battlefield Hara Ze said with a smile: "Because this is the answer that the stinky boy found, it has nothing to do with me, it belongs to his own opinion." ”

Sikong Yao hesitated for a moment and said puzzledly: "I don't understand. ”

Seeing that Battlefield Harazawa seemed to be relieved, he laughed and said, "That kid in the past used to just think about how to cater to me and find the answer he thought was what I wanted. However, he never returned to his original intention and asked himself what he thought the chef should look like. That kid just has no good or bad food, but why doesn't he understand that there are no standards for cooking people? ”

Sikong Yao was silent for a long time, recalling that when he first met with Yuan Fengxue on the battlefield, he was also trying to find the answer to "what is a chef" in Sikong Yao, and Sikong Yao had no answer to this question, but she didn't feel that she couldn't be an excellent chef if she couldn't find the answer.

This is a question that has no standard answer, but what kind of food is delicious is a dish that makes people happy, and a chef who can cook a dish that makes people happy is a qualified cook.

And there is no standardized way to determine what it takes to be such a cook.

Battlefield Hara Sawami muttered: "Now that kid, he should already be able to understand what the chef in his mind should be like." If he wanted to, he would continue on this path until he became a chef. ”

This time it was Sikong Yao's turn not to speak, and the battlefield Hara Zemi still kept saying: "Chef, it's not an unattainable goal, as a chef of a restaurant, you have to shoulder the responsibility of this restaurant, his mission is to make customers feel satisfied, and as a family cook, her mission is to make her family feel happy." ”

Sikong Yao vaguely felt that Yuan Zejian actually knew everything, and his previous preaching was simply playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

On the battlefield, Hara Sawami put a few bites of rice on top of a piece of seaweed, and then put a few sour plums on top of it to make a unique sour plum roll sushi.

If it's a rice ball, it tastes good, but when it is made into sushi, it is a bit strange, and the combination of rice vinegar and sour plum may not be a good match.

Battlefield Hara Sawami continued: "A real chef does not need to be recognized by others, as long as she can cook a dish that satisfies the person she loves, then this heart will naturally assume the hub of recognition, no words, no need to express, as long as the food is eaten cleanly, that is the greatest recognition of the chef." ”

Sikong Yao laughed lightly, and suddenly recalled his childhood memories.

When I was a child, the cakes made by my mother would be eaten by her and Sikong Lu, and then the cream and cakes would be broken everywhere, and then I would shout that I couldn't eat enough, and the smile on my mother's face at that time was a recognition of her cooking.

And the behavior of the man who was silent on the side, but silently ate his share of the cake, and finally cleaned up the mess, is also a silent recognition.

Sikong Yao felt a little melancholy in his heart, how good it would be if he could go back to that time. The inflated desire for money often destroys the most innocent beauty.

Sikong Yao raised his head and said to the battlefield Hara Zemi: "I understand. ”

Battlefield Hara Zemi nodded and said, "I hope that one day, Feng Xue can understand what the chef he wants to be should be like." And I believe that by that time, he will understand what love is. ”

"Well, I'm sure there will be this day." Sikong Yao nodded, and the battlefield Yuan Ze saw that it was actually much more mature than she imagined.

The door of Ren Qianwei House was pushed open, and there would be no guests to disturb it until the meal arrived, so the person who came in was Battlefield Yuan Fengxue.

"Stinky Daddy, I've found the answer." Battlefield Yuan Feng Xue looked directly at the battlefield Yuan Zemi.

Battlefield Harasawami didn't ask him for an answer, because he already knew.

"Come on, make me a piece of sushi." Battlefield Harazawa beckoned.

Sikong Yao stood up obediently and gave up his position to Yuan Fengxue on the battlefield.

Battlefield Yuan Fengxue didn't understand, and said, "You don't want to ask me for the answer?" ”

"No, it won't be the same answer as me anyway." Battlefield Hara sawami laughed.

Battlefield Yuan Fengxue frowned, although his tone was still as harsh as ever, but it was rare to see him smile.

"If you don't even listen, you can't say it's right...... Damn ......" muttered, but he still came to the battlefield and sat down beside Harasawa.

Battlefield Harasawa said, "Make a piece of sushi that you think is the most delicious." ”

Battlefield Yuan Fengxue didn't understand what Daddy meant, but after a while, he still did it, seaweed, rice, and sour plums......

Sikong Yao was stunned to find that what Yuan Fengxue made on the battlefield turned out to be unheard of sour plum roll sushi.

Battlefield Hara sawami laughed and said, "The same dish, it seems that you have really found the answer." (To be continued......)