(This is today's third watch, tomorrow Monday, the bottom three watches.) )

Mao Ying still remembers that when Hua Yuechen contacted her through the headhunter company, when she learned that she refused the invitation, she regretfully asked the headhunter to bring her a message, saying that it was her loss. At that time, Mao Ying didn't think so, since she stepped into the culinary world, she has been praised as a genius, coupled with her hard work and sweat over the years, she believes that no matter what the environment, as long as she is still enterprising, her culinary realm will definitely improve and improve.

Fat man Kong Qing, this person has never been taken seriously by Mao Ying, thinking that he has only Yunxin's signature and does not have Yunxin's strength, until this moment, she suddenly realized that the fat man has always been hidden - of course, this is just the perception of the match, to talk about real cooking skills...... Mao Ying's gaze couldn't help but move away from the fat man and landed on Qin Feng, who alone occupied three forts.

"Mr. Mao, two more helpers......" Qin Feng shouted loudly.

"Don't look for it, I'll come, and let my little sister go on top of it." After a few years of administrative work, Mao Wei is also a temporary itch, and there are still doubts about how much his skills are left, but fortunately, Qin Feng only needs to get started, even if his cooking skills degenerate to a white state, it probably won't affect the taste of the dishes. As for letting Mao Ying also top, this is Mao Wei's selfishness, he hopes that the little sister can observe Qin Feng's operation methods in an all-round way in the process of playing, in order to discover the mystery of that magical taste.

"Okay, then the two of you will be wronged......" Qin Feng didn't make much politeness, he pointed to the other two woks and said: "After waiting for the green beans to be put on the plate for a while, the brushing work of the woks will be troublesome to the two Mao presidents, after the brushing is finished, drain the water on the fire, and the pan will not be used, just fill up the oil and let the oil temperature automatically rise......"

"Ah, that's all?" Mao Wei was very disappointed, and Mao Ying was even more disappointed.

Qin Feng smiled and said, "I know it's overkill for the two of you, or ......."

"It's okay, just do what Master Qin says......" Mao Wei glanced at him, and Mao Ying immediately stopped talking with interest, and waited intently for Qin Feng's first pot of dry fried green beans on the plate.

Qin Feng's dry stir-fried green beans this time are no different from the one that was used as an exam question yesterday, except for the requirement of being slightly spicy, but when making this dish today, because there were many people ordering food, Qin Feng asked the fat man to put sixty sections of beans in a container, and sixty sections, based on twenty sections per serving, is the amount of three parts of dry fried green beans.

The oil temperature is hot, Qin Feng poured the beans into it, and the green beans were all poured into the oil pot, and the big woks were picked up by Qin Feng with one hand, and the oil and green beans in the pot were all poured down.

The lid of the pot was covered with a colander, and the wok was put back on the turret, almost all of which were completed at the same time, Qin Feng's hand was immediately freed, pinched a handful of minced garlic and sprinkled it into the oil pot, and suddenly, the garlic fragrance overflowed, and the fragrant wood frying spoon in his hand flew up and down, dried chili, pepper powder, sugar, cooking wine, light soy sauce, all the required condiment containers, the frying spoon swept over it like a dragonfly, and after scooping enough, it was mixed into the oil pot and poured the spoon vigorously, so as to facilitate the mixing of various seasonings into the flavor.

Mao Wei stood beside Qin Feng, and when he saw this, he picked up the big colander placed on top of the oil can, and there were only beans left in the big colander that drained the oil, and Mao Wei poured all the green beans inside into the pot.

"Oh, I still have to bother Mr. Mao ......to do it himself," Qin Feng said loudly.

Mao Wei laughed, seeing that there was nothing special about Qin Feng's thickening, upside down, and hooking fire, he couldn't help but be slightly disappointed.

After a pot of green beans was processed, Qin Feng casually divided it into three portions and put it on the plate, and politely asked the chef to count whether each portion had twenty bean segments. Mr. Mao, who was very interested in this work, was politely invited by Qin Feng to engage in pot brushing.

Mao Ying's temperament, if it sounds good, it is called rigorous, and if it doesn't sound good, it is rigid, Qin Feng said that she counted the number of beans, and she really used chopsticks to count them, three parts of green beans, and the result of the final count, each of which was twenty.

"It's time to pass the food." Mao Ying put down her chopsticks, her heart was full of helplessness, Qin Feng's every movement could not see any traces of deliberateness, but the grasp of the number and quantity of partial beans was extremely accurate, originally she also wanted to taste whether the taste of green beans was different from yesterday, however, in the end, she also gave up this idea, although the contact with Qin Feng was not long, she still chose to believe him.

At this time, the second pot of green beans had also been put on the plate, Mao Ying hurriedly stepped forward to take the wok from Qin Feng's hand, and began to flush the water and brush the pot. Beside her, Mao Wei was in charge of the wok, and the remaining water stains at the bottom of the pot had been evaporated, and Mao Wei was clumsily holding a frying spoon at this time, pouring the vegetable oil in the oil jar into the pot one by one. On the other side of her, there is a man who moves as fast as flying, and in comparison, the two men around her seem to be two worlds.

Mao Ying secretly smiled bitterly, after so many years, she actually has to re-operate the main business of brushing the pot, and it is better to make people worse.

"Hey, you're actually frying four or five portions in a row, it's okay, right?" Mao Ying suddenly asked a strange question, in her opinion, the wok on Jialu's side is generally a large amphora iron pot with a diameter of 60 centimeters, with a depth of 26 centimeters in the center, even if it is like Qin Feng, only 70% of the volume of vegetable oil is added, and it is more than enough to heat four or five green beans.

"Huh? Oh, that's a question......" Qin Feng replied after a little thought while busy with the work at hand: "Theoretically, the liquid is convective heat transfer, and the temperature of the oil in a pot is actually about the same, right......?"

"Right? I dropped out of junior high school and started cooking, and I wasn't very good ......at physics," Mao Ying said.

"We only talk about experience, it has nothing to do with physics...... Qin Feng was a little embarrassed by Mao Ying's words, as if he was selling knowledge, he changed his words and continued: "In fact, we will all find that the closer we are to the position of the pot ring, the more difficult it is to master the heat when cooking, and the scorching and burning paste starts here, because the temperature of the outer flame of the flame is higher than that of the inner flame......

Mao Ying understood this time that this was based on more than ten years of experience and had nothing to do with scientific knowledge.

"So......" she tried to draw an inference, "you just want to avoid the green beans touching the bottom of the pot or the ring after they enter the pot?" ”

"Yes, if the amount is too much, the green beans close to the pot ring may be warmed higher, so that even the beans on the same plate will look different in terms of age and tenderness, as well as their softness and crispiness. Diners may not say anything, after all, it's just a five-dollar special, but ......"

"But it's only worth five dollars, isn't it?" Mao Ying smiled, indicating that she had fully understood Qin Feng's intentions.