Put sugar in the spicy dishes, this kind of cooking Fat Rong only knows that there are many spicy dishes in Cantonese cuisine, and he has never tried it himself. It's like when foreigners eat steak, they always make it medium-rare, medium-rare, ordinary people just hear that it is delicious, and really let the meat they eat only half-cooked, and few people will do this.

So Fat Rong didn't plan to really put sugar in it. But as soon as he returned to his god, Zhao Zixian had already finished putting the sugar. Fat Rong immediately got angry, and scolded in his mouth: "What are you doing? Is the chef's cooking something you can touch casually? What kind of thing are you? I don't know why the boss said that you should be a chef in name once, and you really think of yourself as a human being? This dish is bad, see if I don't kill you. ”

In fact, what Fat Rong said is not entirely wrong, the craft of chef is also an ancient industry that has been passed down since ancient times. In the past, the relationship between the chef and the assistant chef was actually a master-apprentice relationship, which was equivalent to apprenticeship. Learning to sing, kung fu, cross talk, and even learning to make a rock sugar gourd is a concept. In the past, the relationship with master and apprentice from the emperor to the common people, everyone from all walks of life in society abided by the rules, but there were very strict rules, what the master told you to do, you can do it, you must not ask why, and the master wants to beat and scold, and must not fight back. Apprentices often have a heartfelt awe of the master, and there are not many who dare to be hard at the master. So Huang Yaoshi's apprentice Mei Chaofeng, Huang Yaoshi broke her legs, and she didn't dare to have a little resentment towards the master, whoever said bad things about Huang Yaoshi, she would definitely kill that person to maintain the dignity of the master.

Zhao Zixian said before that he had been working with Fat Rong and had been doing it for many years. Although Fat Rong didn't know what Zhao Zixian's calculations were, he was a little proud in his heart. Because this is equivalent to Zhao Zixian personally admitting that he is Fat Rong's apprentice. Zhao Zixian's appearance and skin have become like a teenager at the age of eighteen because of the relationship between the wood spirit ginseng. But Fat Rong is already about to be thirty years old. Zhao Zixian, an eighteen-year-old boy, had a few stubbles with Fat Rong before, and Fat Rong was angry with Zhao Zixian, whether it was out of his rogue character or considering his age. Just like the people who work in the company, an eighteen-year-old boy has been finding fault with a thirty-year-old employee, and the old employee will of course be very angry.

But this fault-finding teenager suddenly took the initiative to admit that he was Fat Rong's apprentice, and Fat Rong's identity was of course one level higher. The apprentice in the restaurant, although the chef will not beat and scold the apprentice like the previous master, serving tea and pouring water. But the apprentice must be respectful when he sees the master, the chef is short of clothes, the chef needs to know how to buy, and the chef lacks a woman to help the chef should also know to find one for the master.

When the master who teaches martial arts is teaching boxing, when the apprentice can go over and say, "Hey, master, you didn't punch right?" Isn't that tantamount to a slap in the face of the master?

In the same way, when the chef is cooking, the apprentice can't go over and say, "Hey, you can't do this for this dish, how to do it." ”

Fat Rong's psychological superiority of being a master just lasted for a while, Zhao Zixian not only instructed him how to cook, but also went over to add things to the dish without permission, of course Fat Rong couldn't stand it, not to mention that he kept looking at Zhao Zixian unpleasantly.

Who knew that after just two sentences, and was thinking about scolding something more ugly, Yanhong walked in from the kitchen door. When Fat Rong saw that the boss was coming, his face became fast, and he was instantly full of smiles.

As soon as I arrived at the kitchen just now, when Yanhong hadn't left, although Fat Rong told Zhao Zixian to do this and that, his tone was full of majesty that a chef should have, and he didn't mean to humiliate the cook. But now it's not good, of course, you can't let the boss hear it.

When Yanhong walked in, the duck in the pot had been simmering for more than twenty minutes, and the rich aroma wafted out from the gap between the fruit pot and the lid.

Whether it's a man or a woman, some people may not only like people who are beautiful. But no matter who you are, there shouldn't be many people who can resist the temptation of food. Although it is just an ordinary beer duck, the charm of food is that everyone has the right to enjoy food, and it is not restricted due to economic reasons. Although the shark fin for 10,000 yuan is delicious, the grilled sausage for one yuan is also mouth-watering.

The beer duck that can be seen everywhere in this ordinary hot pot restaurant made Yanhong smell it, and she suddenly felt a little hungry, but Yanhong is an elegant mature woman, and she can't do this kind of action by swallowing saliva. just quickened his pace and walked to the side of the pot, endured it, didn't lift the lid of the pot first, and asked Fat Rong: "Is this beer duck cooked now?" Guests are waiting to ask. ”

Since the boss just came in, Fat Rong, who was about to scold Zhao Zixian, didn't speak, but kept smiling on his face, and when he heard the boss ask, he quickly replied: "It's ripe, even if it's not familiar, as soon as the boss comes over, it won't dare not be unfamiliar." ”

Fat Rong wanted to shoot a few sycophants, but he didn't expect Yanhong to be unhappy when he heard it, and frowned and said: "Cooked is cooked, and if you are not cooked, you are not cooked, what does it matter if I come or not, why are you so unserious when you cook." ”

The sycophant didn't shoot in the right place, and Fat Rong had to say respectfully: "Yes, yes, the boss taught me a lesson." ”

Yanhong glanced at Fat Rong with her eyes, and asked again, "Is that ripe?" ”

"Cooked, cooked, you smell the fragrance."

Hearing this, Yanhong glanced at Zhao Zixian very chicly, and instructed the little cook: "Go, take a small plate, I'll taste it." This sentence is very free and casual, and it is a little condescending, like the tone of the boss inspecting the work. But Yanhong is actually desperate for a taste of the beer duck made by this new fat chef. Although I hate being a fat man a little bit, the chef is a fat man with a big head and ears, which is definitely more reliable than the chef being a thin man. Fat head and big ears prove that this person must be very greedy, and people who are particularly greedy eat more. The more you eat, the more picky you become. Of course, the things made are not much worse.

Zhao Zixian was secretly funny in his heart, the greed in Yanhong's heart was like he had been with Yanhong for so long, of course he had already seen it. The smile in my heart is that Yanhong can hide this gluttonous image so that she can't see it at all, and her expression is very idiotic when she is greedy, but the expression on Yanhong's face is still so free and easy, it is really amazing.

Now of course he can't expose the bright red, which makes Zhao Zixian more determined to use the time to hide his identity to grow up, I don't know what other interesting things to see. So Zhao Zixian didn't speak, and looked very respectful and took a pair of chopsticks and saucers and handed them over.

Yanhong took the chopsticks and lifted the lid of the pot, the aroma of duck meat, the hemp aroma of chili pepper, and the fragrance of beer intersected with the aroma of other ingredients to form a rising airflow, which rushed straight into Yanhong's nose.

With Yanhong's current identity, she has certainly eaten a lot of delicacies from the mountains and seas, and expensive dishes. But the usual hot pot of beer duck is still enough to make her intoxicated. After steady, he stretched out his chopsticks and put a piece of duck meat in the pot and put it on a small plate, blew the hot air with his mouth, and picked it up with chopsticks to prepare to taste.

At this time, Yanhong was next to the stove, with her back to Fat Rong and Zhao Zixian. Fat Rong stretched out his hand, trying to stop Yanhong from eating. Because Zhao Zixian put sugar in this beer duck, and Fat Rong, who had never eaten Cantonese food, really didn't believe in Zhao Zixian's cooking skills, and was afraid that this sugar would make the beer duck taste bad.

If the taste of the beer duck becomes unpalatable, although the responsibility for putting sugar can be put on the apprentice Zhao Zixian, his guilt will not be reduced. It's like learning kung fu, when an apprentice beats a set of punches to the point that he can't make sense, then outsiders will of course feel that the master is not very clever.

So Fat Rong didn't stop it, and if he didn't stop it, he was afraid that the beer duck would taste bad, so he just opened his mouth and didn't say anything. Watching Yanhong bring that piece of duck meat to her mouth.