The small restaurant is deserted in winter, there is no popularity, it is really idle all of a sudden, Master Liu and they are used to it, and they are really not used to it, it is rare for diners to come to the door, so they naturally do their best.

Of course, Master Liu doesn't like them because they are 'stupid and have a lot of money', but because they are from a wealthy background, and they don't know how many delicacies they have eaten, alas! To put it bluntly, it's their mouths that are tricky, and they especially fancy their golden tongues, and it's best to try them.

After all, most of the farmhouse restaurants are diners, not foodies, and their advice is definitely constructive, which will help them improve their cooking skills.

The small restaurant is quiet, simple, simple, tranquil and fresh in the pastoral style, which is particularly comfortable to sit here.

The soothing lines and bright colors can always arouse people's appetite, with the simple and elegant wood color as the main color of the restaurant, sky blue, seaweed green as the embellishment, tableware and accessories in the color harmony and unity, so that the whole small restaurant presents a natural beauty that abandons cumbersome and luxury.

It makes Yu David, who is used to seeing flowers and neon, feel a little more dull in his heart, and it is more of a yearning for a natural return.

The small restaurant always happens to give people a very natural and comfortable sense of heaviness, which fully reflects the rustic atmosphere of the countryside. Whether it's table fabrics or wall hangings, soft fabrics can always bring a sense of relaxation and comfort, making people crave a quiet solitude after a long day of travel.

With a long sigh of relief and a big stretch, the pace of life seemed to slow down all of a sudden, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

David Yu liked to stay in the restaurant more and more, and finally brought all the laptops. Just run a business in a small restaurant.

Although it was a bit troublesome, there was no Internet, no e-mail, no instant messaging, and the finished documents had to be sent back to the hotel by fax machine, but he gradually liked this simple life.

Steven lay on the table like a puddle of mud, "David, you're really wasted on that old man." ”

He was answered by the sound of crackling keyboards, and Steven said pitifully, "David is so boring here!" A small place is a small place, and it can never be compared to a bustling metropolis. Yes! I miss bars, nightclubs. Beauty! ”

"Beauty!" Steven's eyes suddenly lit up! "Blonde beauty! It's so much more beautiful than I've ever seen.

Tall, straight, and slim. Like metasequoia, the hips are straight, and the crossed legs are long, slender like long-handled scalpels. Walking room. Step on a straight line with your feet crossed. The eyes do not squint, the long hair is fluttering, golden and transparent. It's so beautiful that it's arrogant to the top. He closed his eyes and pressed his face against David's arm, rubbing it, and said with a look of intoxication, "The skin should be called snow skin, that kind of white!" 'Snow is also like silver', delicate, compact, crystal clear, just like thin porcelain, 'thin as paper, clean as jade', so I dare not touch, too tender, like bean sprouts, a pinch and a soak in water. ”

Steven pinched David's hand and opened his eyes violently, ", you're thick-skinned." He shook his hand in disgust.

He saw that David was still typing on the keyboard, and continued to reminisce, "The blonde beauty is really beautiful and charming, doing rough work, dressed like a peasant woman, and elegant and charming."

Gee...... Elegance is not just a gesture, nor is it a deliberate show of the orchid's fingers, nor is it a nasal sound, she needs to be baked by culture and art, the beautiful appearance is just a still life painting, elegance is the lively soul, radiating from the inside out.

Watching them do farm work is like a graceful rhythmic gymnastics, and the atmosphere of literature and art makes your heart ripple. Seeing my blood, heartbeat, and panting, hurry up, hurry up and give me a quick-acting heart pill! Steven said funny, holding his chest with both hands.

"There are no quick-acting heart-saving pills, but there are dry-fried Niu He!" Master Liu said with a smile on the dining table.

"It smells so good!" Steven immediately brightened, "Now it's only the food here that is looking forward to it." ”

He picked up his chopsticks and feasted on them, and said with a touched face, "You can eat authentic fried beef river!" Not! Master Liu's good craftsmanship! ”

"Thank you!" Master Liu said very arrogantly.

Yu Dawei closed the computer and ate it too, "Hmm! Not bad! It would be nice to have a little more wok. ”

"No! I think it's already very delicious. Steven ate it.

"You! You eat all the pig food! David Yu sneered.

"Humph! Whoever thinks like you, picky. Steven said disapprovingly.

"Wok, wok?" Master Liu kept chanting as if he had performed a fixed technique.

"Master, what is the wok?" The little apprentice next to him asked curiously.

"Wok? These two words are rarely known to northerners, but for Cantonese food stalls, they are almost the highest aesthetic realm.

This is Cantonese, wok is pot, wok gas is pot gas. But to say that pot gas is not authentic, unlike wok, which can cause Cantonese Pavlovian saliva reactions.

What is Wok Qi? No matter what kind of dish, it is necessary to pay attention to three words, enough wok! What does it mean to be wok-gas? In fact, it's so simple, it's like a dry fried beef river, the sprouts are crispy enough, the pho is dry enough and colored, and the most important thing is that it should be hot and spicy on the table! That's what it's called wok! Fang Monan paced and stepped into the small restaurant. Wok gas refers to food cooked by a wok, and its fierce fire is used to preserve the taste and taste of the food. And with the appropriate cooking time, bring out the essence; It is made into a dish with a complete range of colors, aromas, flavors, and shapes. ”

"Little sister of the Fang family, do you know quite a lot?" The chopsticks in Steven's hand paused, and the words fell, and Siri began to eat with a snort.

David Yu looked at the girl in front of him in surprise, and always had a feeling that she couldn't see clearly and couldn't touch her. In the few days on the farm, I listened and watched a lot, especially in her peaceful and peaceful eyes, there was a kind of embarrassment and embarrassment that she had been seen through.

David Yu avoided her gaze, it was hard to imagine that he would be afraid to look at a young girl, silently eating fried beef river.

"Nannan, how can you achieve the kind of wok-like atmosphere you said!" Master Liu asked anxiously, and his apprentice also looked at Fang Monan with a curious expression.

Fang Monan sat at another dining table, with one hand on the table and the other on the back of the chair, with a freehand gesture.

Steven scratched his head in surprise, how could a girl have a free and easy and atmospheric style, especially in a small place, if she couldn't figure it out, she would simply give up. Then he listened with great interest to what she had to say.

Fang Monan said with a smile, "You have to have a wok, and you can't achieve it without using an iron pot to attack quickly." When you go to eat at a food stall in Hong Kong or Yangcheng, the chef throws the dishes in the iron pot into the air, and a flame bursts out from time to time in the pot, which is really shocking for those who are not used to seeing it. ”

David Yu said, "In fact, in addition to stir-fried vegetables, fried Niuhe and other Cantonese dishes that talk about wok, Lingnan's claypot rice also talks about wok, a nest of claypot rice on the table, when the lid is lifted, there is no burnt fragrance, and the bottom of the pot can not be scraped out of the yellow and clear pot, and the real diners feel deeply cheated." ”

"To what extent do Lingnan people love wok? When Italian food is introduced in Hong Kong food magazines, it is often praised for the good 'stir-fried' of spaghetti, and it is immediately timid! Fang Mo smiled and said.

"How cowardly is this! There's a lot of spaghetti to stir-fry! Steven asked, confused.

"Stupid! Italians only mix and don't stir-fry, and they pay attention to retaining the juicy richness of the pasta sauce, and there is a lot of juice in every bite. Hong Kong people turn mixing into stir-frying, draining the juice and turning juicy into fragrant. This is the biggest difference between a Hong Kong chef making spaghetti and an Italian chef. As for sauces, it's not hard to learn. David Yu chuckled.

"Oh! I see, I really haven't paid attention to it, you don't say it. Steven suddenly realized.

David Yu said with regret, "With the decline of food stall culture in Guangdong and Hong Kong, the aesthetics of woks are also declining. In the richly decorated high-end Cantonese restaurant, you will never smell the fumes. If the meaning of wok aesthetics is extended, compared with Din Tai Fung's xiaolongbao, Da Hu Chun still has wok gas, and compared with the lotus leaf cake of Da Dong roast duck, Quanjude still has wok gas...... Once the common people and traditional food entered the house and were highly civilized, it greatly distanced itself from its origins. ”

'Huh! No wonder he is so attractive, aside from his handsome appearance, tall figure, his own knowledge and temperament are enough to attract women to go forward. Coupled with an extraordinary family background, tsk...... It's not crowded! No wonder there are no taboos. Fang Monan slandered in his heart.

Fang Monan said with a smile, "So of course, wok-qi is not the highest level of food. The locals of the Loire Valley in France treat cream dishes as 'refreshing and pleasant', 'never greasy to eat, even in summer', and the trick is to never cook on high heat, 'no bubbling in the soup, no smoke in the cream'. ”

Steven sneered, but this little sister of the Fang family is really a master of Chinese and Western! If you don't really understand, how can you know.

Chef Liu understood as soon as he heard it, "Good Chinese food is the same, there is no taste in boiling soup and simmering vegetables on high heat." The most important thing is to get it right. ”

Fang Monan nodded, "Although it is a pity that the aesthetics of the wok-qi are about to decline, the wok-qi stir-fry that diners are now obsessed with is not like the 'boom, boom' appearance accompaniment of the teppanyaki with the moment the lid is lifted, it is quiet."

However, the vivid color and lingering aroma can be transformed into an ecstasy song, which is a moonlight song improvised by Beethoven for the shoemaker brothers and sisters, and the piano melody opens up the listener's moonlight world; The taste of the stir-fry also opens up the imagination of the appreciator, bringing people into the kitchen a few seconds ago: the three-foot tongue of fire is wound in the kitchen, and the master boy is stir-fried with a wok in one hand and the other hand. Between a stir-fry and a pick-up, at the moment when you sneeze and look away, the small fried plate, that hatred, is no less than a witness moment when you turn around and miss the "ball entry". ”

"Hehe......" Everyone smiled, and savored it carefully under the guidance of her words, and this simple stir-fry was also charming.

"Master Liu, one more plate." Steven shouted with a gleeful smile. (To be continued......)

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