Dry stir-fried green beans, this is a traditional Sichuan cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, pay attention to the color of red and bright, fresh and fragrant, spicy taste, is the most distinctive cuisine, at the same time, Sichuan cuisine is the largest folk cuisine, some famous representative dishes such as, fish flavor shredded pork, back to the pot meat, mapo tofu, boiled fish, husband and wife lung slices, etc., the main ingredients and auxiliary materials are extremely ordinary, so it is also crowned with the reputation of "people's cuisine". As a corner of the university business district, Tianhai Store focuses on this kind of daily home-cooked side dishes, which can make college students eat well and eat well, and Sichuan cuisine is the most popular and highest-click cuisine.

It's just that Zang Xiaobo's dried green beans are specially noted to be slightly spicy, which is also in line with the requirements of the restaurant to take care of the different tastes of students in Tiannan and Haibei, but the requirements for chefs have been raised to a higher level, the so-called slightly spicy, this is a very subjective statement, students from Sichuan and Hunan provinces, its definition of slightly spicy, must be very different from that from Suzhou and Hangzhou, and more importantly, as the examiner, Zang Xiaobo, he can completely rely on his own preferences, and define slightly spicy as not spicy, or very spicy, if you want to make a slightly spicy without anything to say, I'm afraid it's not just about cooking.

Knowing the key to this, Kong Qing was full of worry, even the two brothers and sisters, Mao Wei and Mao Ying, began to be less optimistic about Qin Feng, and they all shook their heads secretly when they looked at each other.

Qin Feng didn't seem to be affected by the "slightly spicy", he unwrapped the cloth bag, picked up a large stir-fry spoon about eighty centimeters long, he put the stir-fry spoon upright at the end of the tip of his nose at a distance of two centimeters, looked at it for a few seconds, and then reversed it one hundred and eighty degrees, and looked at it again, completing this almost worshipping ceremony, he put the spoon flat, unscrewed the faucet and washed his hands.

Mao Wei's "Sichuan" shaped eyebrows soothed slightly, turned his head to Kong Qing and said: "Master Xiao Qin seems to have some Taoism ......" paused, seeing that the fat man didn't understand very well, he explained: "In our Jialu, most of the masters who can start a sect and establish a sect, they have their own special kitchenware, for example, the head chef ......" pointed to his sister, and said with some uncertainty: "The head chef of the head office is always in charge of the spoon himself, and he always has to communicate with his special kitchenware for a 'heart' first......" suddenly smiled again, said: "Maybe I'm thinking too much......

Kong Qing smiled in agreement, and his confidence in Qin Feng also increased a little.

After Qin Feng washed his hands, he stood in front of the fort and began to make preparations. The so-called battery, this is because its firepower is strong enough, and it does not use coal, but liquefied gas. After the turret was lit, it was heated violently, and the remaining water stains on the surface of the wok quickly evaporated. Qin Feng's movements were very simple, the frying spoon scooped a spoonful of oil, his wrist shook slightly, the frying spoon was tilted forty-five degrees, and a circle was drawn in the air, and the cold oil in the spoon dripped downward, flowing down the wall of the pot, and finally gathered at the bottom of the pot...... In this way, the "sliding pot" was completed, and the initial steps were decent, neither looking as busy as a raw hand, nor how advanced and profound.

Qin Feng's movements gradually accelerated, spoonful by spoonful of cooking oil was filled with most of the wok, heated violently, and the oil pot began to boil, and at this time, Qin Feng's movements paused, focusing only on the temperature of the oil pot.

The fat man wiped his sweat and looked at Mao Wei with some concern, the family kitchen may pay attention to an oil temperature of eight or nine points, and the oil in the hotel is because it is repeatedly put into the pot and started the pot, the temperature itself is sufficient, and the firepower of the fort is fierce enough, so it is a fierce fire and rapid frying, and few people operate like Qin Feng.

"Mr. Mao, Brother Feng's knife skills are still very powerful......"

"I have a number of ......" Mao Wei replied quietly, but his eyebrows began to slowly entangle into the word "Sichuan".

The oil pot that had accumulated energy in silence suddenly made a "whoosh" explosion, and at this time Qin Feng had already poured the green beans into the oil pot, however, in just a blink of an eye, Qin Feng picked up the big wok, and the oil and green beans in the pot were all poured into the big colander next to it.

"Brother Feng......" the fat man exclaimed, the green beans that have been passed through the hot oil can certainly maintain a crisp chew, and its tenderness can be well preserved without being too crispy. However, the green beans that are not fully fried and fried are often reported in the newspapers after eating, and the bigger the restaurant, the more attention is paid to a word of mouth.

Qin Feng turned his head and smiled at the fat man, signaling him to feel at ease, but the movements in his hands did not stop, the lid of the pot "snapped" on the big colander, the honeycomb hole of the colander filtered out all the hot oil, and dripped into the oil tank container below, and the green beans that barely changed color stayed on the big colander, like a fierce cabbage worm, still "suddenly" moving, and once the lid was covered, the residual heat was well retained, and there was still hot oil left on the surface of the green beans that had not been completely drained, In the blink of an eye, the large colander turned into a mutated small hot pan.

Mao Ying's face melted into gloom, she glanced at Zang Xiaobo with revenge, and saw that his face seemed to be more ugly than before, and she felt a little more pleasure in her heart. Zang Xiaobo, a relative of the boss behind the scenes, since he parachuted into Tianhai store, while suppressing his brother as the general manager, he tried to ** her to go to bed, this kind of cheap man with a bad character, if it weren't for her brother's situation in the head office, she would have been unable to help but teach him a lesson.

Qin Feng's exam continued, just now he perfectly solved the contradiction between the chewiness and toxicity of green beans, which made people look forward to his cooking skills, and Qin Feng's table did not disappoint the onlookers, in addition to maintaining his usual "fast", the thickening process after mixing the accessories and seasonings, after he added water starch, he unexpectedly added a small half spoon of honey, and then, he lifted the lid on the colander, poured the green beans into the pot, and began the last process before serving - turning the pot.

The flames on the turret were introduced into the pot, igniting the oil mist in the soup, and the fire was successfully hooked into the wok, Qin Feng's thumb pressed down, and the four fingers pushed forward, and the minced meat, sprouts, and green beans in the pot jumped high, turning back and forth in the air happily.

In fact, in the eyes of outsiders, hooking the fire and turning the pot seem to be very mysterious and profound, but in the eyes of insiders, this is almost a necessary skill, and it is also the most basic skill, there is no skill at all, but it is the small half spoonful of honey that Qin Feng added before, and there are still people whispering, and they can't guess the allusions.

On the plate, a mediocre dry stir-fried green beans, but it gives people enough amazement and questions, from the perspective of performance, Qin Feng is undoubtedly successful, when Mao Wei took the lead in applauding to express his appreciation, Mao Ying and Zang Xiaobo's other ten chefs, but more than half of them applauded together, instead of going to see Zang Xiaobo's face first.

"Yes, Master Xiao Qin, I saved one-third of the time......"

Mao Ying also has a rare smile, as the head chef, in the evening prime time, the most helpless thing is that diners have complained about the slow serving, but these popular dishes, almost all have their own cooking process, if you want to be faster, you have to sacrifice their safety, and this is what the restaurant needs to avoid the most.

“…… Very good! Probably because she felt that the word good was not enough to express her impression, Mao Ying, who was clumsy in words, thought about it and emphasized it again.