Wei Yan followed the shopkeeper into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, several chefs and lotus, as well as various vegetable chopping and washing workers, all stood neatly in two rows, with respectful faces.

This respect, naturally, is not because of Wei Yan.

They looked at Wei Yan's gaze, mostly with curiosity and suspicion, thinking that this young man must be a liar.

The shopkeeper Qian Zhisong immediately said loudly: "This son is the new second boss, now, the second boss is ready to cook himself, everyone must obey the orders!" ”

The people immediately agreed.

"Fresh pork belly?"

Wei Yan walked to the pot and asked.

A chef immediately stepped forward, took a large piece of fresh pork belly from the basin, and handed it over.

Wei Yan didn't answer, and said, "I'll come, you do it." Make a fire, dry the water in the pan, and bring the pot to a red over low heat. ”

The chef was stunned for a moment, and immediately complied.

The fire had already been lit, and soon the water in the pot was grilled, and the pot began to redden.

The person who filled the firewood began to control the flame and turned it into a small fire.

Wei Yan instructed the chef: "Take the pork belly upside down, the pork skin down, and rub it back and forth in the pot until the top is browned." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

What is this cooking?

Isn't it all boiled and steamed meat?

Although the chef was puzzled, he did not ask and immediately complied.

"Nourishing ......"

The pigskin rubbed in the pot, and there was a sizzling sound, and with a faint disgust, an extremely fishy smell wafted up.

This step is naturally to burn off the invisible pig hair and sweat glands on the surface and remove the fish.

"Okay, pick it up, scrub the surface clean, then put in cold water, add green onions, ginger and wine, and boil over high heat."

Wei Yan continued to command.

What the hell!

When a few chefs heard this, they immediately muttered in their hearts, cooking meat and putting wine? I'm afraid this kid hasn't eaten meat before, right?

However, muttering and muttering, the chef immediately complied.

When the meat was almost cooked, Luo Fei asked the chef to scoop up the meat, rinse it with hot water, and cut it into square pieces.

While the chef was cutting the meat, he went to the pot, washed the cauldron, cleaned the water inside, and then instructed the man who filled the wood to make it a low fire.

After the pot was completely dry, he took out a small clay pot from his sleeve and poured a little oil into the pot.

The oil is from the supermarket, and the clay pot is from the Guard.

Then, he sprinkled a lot of rock sugar out of his sleeve and began to stir it quickly with a spatula.

This step is to fry the sugar color.

"What is this?"

Liu Chan walked over, stood next to him, and asked curiously.

Wei Yan stirred quickly and said, "Good thing." ”

Seeing that he was reluctant to answer, Liu Chan didn't ask anymore, her eyes were fixed on the white crystals in the pot that quickly melted into water.

Soon, the melted water, under the flipping of the shovel, turned into a charred yellow.

Wei Yan immediately shoveled into the prepared bowl.

"Bring the meat."

Then, he began to fry the meat in the pan to fry the excess fat.

Several chefs approached and looked at each other with strange expressions, muttering to themselves, "Can this be eaten?"

The excess fat was scooped up, Wei Yan poured the sugar color into it, and quickly stir-fried, so that each piece of meat was wrapped in the first bright sugar color.

At this time, Liu Chan, who was standing nearby, finally smelled a wonderful smell.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wei Yan shook his sleeves, put spices such as bay leaves, star anise, cinnamon, etc., stir-fried them slightly, and then instructed the chef to add water.

As soon as the boiling water is poured down, the aroma of various spices that have been stir-fried will waft out.

Liu Chan swallowed her saliva suddenly, opened her eyes wide, and said, "It's so fragrant!" ”

Looking at its appearance, it seems that it wants to eat a few chopsticks at once.

Wei Yan covered the pot and instructed the young man who was burning the fire: "Cook on low heat, the lid cannot be opened, it will take at least two hours." ”

"Two hours?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, how to make money by cooking a dish in two hours?

Chen Shushan laughed and said mockingly: "Aren't you kid entertaining us?" Cook a dish in two hours, are you sure you're not here to pit our restaurant? ”

The eyes of the others showed sarcasm and suspicion.

Only Liu Chan, who was standing nearby, smelled the tempting fragrance that she had never smelled before, did not speak, and swallowed her saliva.

"Two hours are just noon, so let's take it as lunch for a while, and we can all have a piece."

Wei Yan ignored Chen Shushan's ridicule, but moved a stool, sat down with the young man who was burning the fire, and said, "The fire is smaller." ”

He didn't believe that this famous braised pork, which even Mr. Dongpo was greedy for, couldn't conquer these guys who could only eat boiled meat.

"Bring a stool!"

Liu Chan also asked people to bring a stool, sat with Wei Yan, and looked at the pot with his eyes.

She was going to wait here for two hours.

If she doesn't leave, others naturally don't dare to leave, so they can only wait here.

Meanwhile.

Upstairs, the painting was bored, so he sat down, spread the bamboo slips on the table, opened his eyes wide, and looked at it seriously.

When Wei Linger was literate, she also learned a lot of words.

"The Monkey King who jumped out of the stones, the handsome monk from the Eastern Soil, the pig demon who was demoted from the world, and the monster in the river who cannibalized people......"

The painting pointed to the words with his fingers, and read them softly one by one, although he knew each word individually, but when they were connected together, he couldn't understand them at all.

"Is this the book written by Childe? Childe is so powerful. ”

I can't read the painting, but I think it's amazing.

"This story ......"

Suddenly, a delicate voice came from behind him.

Hua'er hurriedly turned around and saw that it was a thin girl wearing a plain white dress.

This girl was about eleven or twelve years old, and although her facial features were extremely good-looking, her face was pale and her body was slender, and she stood there as if she was about to be blown down by the wind, and it was distressing to look at.

The girl came back to her senses, smiled apologetically at the painting, and said, "This story was written by your son-in-law?" ”

The painting was not angry because of her peeping, but was very happy and proud: "Well, my son-in-law wrote it." An adult said that my son-in-law wrote very well and wanted to help my son-in-law publish a book. ”

The girl smiled slightly, and her eyes looked back at the bamboo slips on the table.

"The Monkey King made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and the four masters and apprentices learned from the West, subduing demons and subduing demons ......"

"Author: Wei Yan."