In the middle of the questions and answers, Qin Feng's requirements for the almost perfect quality of the dishes gave Mao Ying a deep impression, and it was this diligent attitude that made Yunxin's signboard stand for many years...... Mao Ying thought so.

While Qin Feng was explaining to Mao Ying, the dishes in the third wok also began to be plated, and at this time, the oil temperature in the first wok that Mao Wei was responsible for had begun to boil, Qin Feng almost didn't waste a second, he stood directly in front of the fort, poured the green beans into the oil pot, and started a new round of cooking.

Mao Wei didn't do it himself for a long time, according to the process, the third wok, which had just been free, should be brushed and drained by him and heated with oil. However, he no longer has this Yaxing, and on Qin Feng's side, he can easily complete more food processing by pulling two people over to help.

The minister of the restaurant has entered the working state, and the dry roasted green beans that Qin Feng has completed are being transferred to the food delivery area one by one under the orderly command of the minister, and then sent to the diners' tables from the food delivery area.

Mao Wei suddenly found that the factors he was worried about no longer existed, since this was the case, then why did he stand in front of the fort and suffer this crime? People who have been used to administrative work for a long time are like this, and once they are in charge of business again, they will be tired and tired. He beckoned to find two apprentices and told them to learn how to stir-fry from Master Qin, and by the way, he and Mao Ying also took this opportunity to get out.

Mao Ying was actually quite willing to help brush the hot oil pot, but after seeing Qin Feng's smooth operation, she was worried that she would not be able to keep up with his rhythm, and in the end, she would drag her feet, so she smiled apologetically at Qin Feng and handed over the wok in her hand to the apprentice who came to take over.

After standing a little farther away, Mao Ying realized that if you appreciate it from the perspective of a bystander, Qin Feng's series of cooking processes are more beautiful.

A large wok, with a diameter of 60 centimeters, how heavy it is after being filled with cooking oil, Mao Ying is deeply aware of it, as a female streamer, the most disadvantaged thing lies here, when the pot is stir-fried, it is okay, the most headache is the process of draining the oil after the ingredients are heated in the oil pot, after all, women's hand strength is naturally weaker than that of men, and she has been practicing hard for many years, and she still often has a sense of failure in this regard.

However, a full pot of oil was different in Qin Feng's hands, his weighty gesture was like holding an empty rice bowl and turning it over, and he didn't see any sense of stagnation at all. Mao Ying was dizzy and mysterious, people are like this, for the realm that is difficult to achieve by themselves, it is inevitable that there will be worship, at this time, she is thinking in her heart, is this the beauty of power?

Qin Feng's use of the stir-fry spoon is even more miraculous, the black and swarthy stir-fry spoon does not look at the slightest beauty, but it is such a simple and slightly heavy ordinary kitchenware, but in Qin Feng's hands, it turned into a dancing dragon, sometimes contemplative, sometimes raised his head and roared, flying up and down, and suddenly sprayed out a high pillar of fire, the sky and the earth changed color in an instant, and the swimming dragon quietly disappeared in a piece of heavenly fire, and no trace of it could be found again.

Mao Ying rubbed her eyes, only to find that there were three more pots of green beans on a plate.

Unconsciously, as long as there were idle people in the kitchen, they all quietly watched Qin Feng's culinary art, yes, this is art, which can give people a great sense of pleasure in their body and mind - it was not until the minister of food shouted that they all remembered that in Jialu Restaurant, there was more than just a dish of dried green beans for sale.

Mao Wei withdrew with great perseverance, and when he was the only one left in the kitchen room who was still standing by, he could not be cheeky and not working, at this time, he needed to find out how satisfied the diners were with his manager's recommendation of dried green beans.

In the corner of the lobby by the window, Mao Wei saw a few acquaintances, in fact, the so-called acquaintances, just a familiar face, meet on the road, may say hello, for acquaintances, Mao Wei is the boss here, and for Mao Wei, these acquaintances are his customers and God.

These guys probably had just finished playing football, and their red and black sword striped jerseys hadn't been changed yet. Mao Wei scattered a circle of cigarettes in the lobby with a smile on his face, and then came to the side of the players, and chatted with them about football after the cigarettes.

A plate of steaming dried green beans was just served, and Mao Wei bragged about his store manager's recommendation, saying that it should not be missed, and those acquaintances laughed and didn't take it to heart, talking about the game they had just played and the gains and losses they had just played.

Mao Dawei was disappointed, and now it seems that the dried green beans are still too popular, and no matter how well the dishes are processed, it is difficult to taste the taste of abalone cucumber wings in the mouths of diners. He hurriedly coped with a few words, and was about to leave when his eyes suddenly fell on a large man among them.

The big man turned the turntable of the round table to the place where the dried green beans were facing him, and at first, because it was the first hot dish on the table, he tasted it first, and after a bite, he could not stop, occasionally interjecting a word or two between his partners, and then concentrating on the green dish.

"Hehe, let Boss Mao smile, this guy is a foodie......"

The big guy is generally more edible, and after the companion sitting next to him made fun of him a few words, he also tasted it by the way, who knows that after this taste, he no longer has the heart to talk about football, and concentrates on competing with the big guy for the few green beans on the plate.

Mao Wei was overjoyed, and he asked, "How is it, the contemptible recommendation has entered your mouth, right?" ”

The big man nodded again and again, his thumb cocked, and praised: "The beans are very tender, but this one is so tender that it doesn't make people feel crispy, it can be seen that Boss Mao has put a lot of thought into the selection of materials......

Mao Weimei waved his hand with a smile and said: "Everywhere, you are all contemptible parents of food and clothing, and you should put some effort into it." ”

"Is it really as good as you say?" The other ones who haven't put down the chopsticks are a little hard to believe, and then look at the plate, there are not many green beans left, except for the one that the big guy killed by one person before, the rest went into the stomach of the guy who joined later.

"Don't move your chopsticks so fast, let's try it too......"

The chopsticks are like a forest, and they are inserted into the plate, and the second one who tasted the taste stopped the chopsticks and said: "You are right, big guy, but if you want me to say, the biggest feature of this plate of green beans is that it is crispy, similar to the taste of kale...... But this crispy, when chewing, it won't make your teeth feel astringent and numb......" The man shook his head and sighed: "This is obviously freshly picked, I said Boss Mao, you sell this plate of dried green beans for five yuan, and I am not afraid of losing you......"

When the second person finished commenting, the plate of dried green beans on the table was empty, not only the main ingredient green beans, but also the auxiliary ingredients minced meat and sprouts, there was not a drop left on the plate.