"Okay, students, taste the finished product, please go back to your respective positions to complete the production task, and check before class." The teacher took off the chef's apron, leaned on his top hat, and wiped his hands with a white towel.

"Have you memorized all the details he just said?" Chen Bo washed up the knife and was eager to try.

"Almost, anyway, with you, I'll go next door and get some cookies, and you stay here to play a round for me." Yao Wencheng looked left and right, and when he saw that no one noticed him, his footsteps began to move unconsciously towards the door.

"Okay, no problem."

After half a minute, Yao Wencheng came back.

"I haven't started cutting this meat yet, you kid can move."

Chen Bo was gesturing where to start, when a hand suddenly stretched out next to him.

"There's not much left, and the taste is average." Yao Wencheng chewed on a cranberry-stuffed cookie in his mouth, which was so sweet that it was greasy.

"How can it have the same taste as Want Want Snow Cake." Chen Bo ate the white sand cookies he wanted, but there were no surprises.

"The requirements of the students should not be too high, so let's stew the meat as soon as you finish eating." Yao Wencheng left two pieces for Chen Bo.

"Didn't you say that it was ordinary, eating so vigorously." Chen Bo pressed the pork firmly and carefully cut it into pieces.

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry." Yao Wencheng's mouth was full of biscuit crumbs, and a lot of them were spilled on the cutting board.

Chen Bo sent away: "Go and go, stay away from me, don't add ingredients to Dongpo meat." ”

"Okay, I'll go get some saliva." Yao Wencheng stroked his chest and turned on the faucet to drink water.

"There is actually direct drinking water in the canteen, and sure enough, the local tyrants are inhumane."

After the pork was cut into neat bricks, Chen Bo boiled the water, concocted it as before, and poured the meat into it.

"The steps are not in the right order, you should boil the water in advance, so you don't have to wait that long." Chen Bo conscientiously summed up the lessons learned.

"Big guy, how do you cut this meat?" Yao Wencheng's hand holding the knife was trembling.

"How to use the stapler, a reason."

"Won't it hurt your hands?" Yao Wencheng wondered.

"The back of the knife is not sharp."

"Oh, okay." Yao Wencheng scratched a few times, but the pork was still sticky.

"What's going on?"

Yao Wencheng waved his knife in confusion, and the poor pork instantly became unrecognizable.

"Are you going to make pork patties? It's all meat sauce. Chen Bo smiled.

"It's a waste to change a piece of meat, why don't you cook it, what should you do next?" Yao Wencheng couldn't remember it at all.

"Boil water, boil it for a few minutes, and then take it out." Chen Bo patted his head, forgot that his pork was still in the pot, and immediately went to turn off the low heat.

He poked the texture with his hand and sighed, "Fortunately, it wasn't cooked." ”

"How big is this fire?"

"Biggest, hurry."

"How many minutes?"

"It's up to you."

"How do you grasp it?"

"Feel it with your heart."

After a few back and forth questions and answers, Chen Bo felt impatient, this guy is a cooking novice, his self-learning ability is very poor, he has to ask almost everything a few times, obviously there are detailed tutorials in the recipe, but he insists on pestering himself to confirm.

Chen Boke is not as particular as the teacher, the green onions are mixed together and spread inside, and the meat is directly thrown on the seasoning, and the casserole is filled up.

"Perfect, open stew."

"Why did you put garlic cloves? I didn't mention it in the recipe. ”

"Personal preference, see garlic cloves down-to-earth." Chen Bo didn't stick to the rules, and the Dongpo meat itself was greasy, so he reduced the amount of light soy sauce and dark soy sauce by about half a spoon each.

"Then I'll let it go, steadfast." Yao Wencheng mashed the garlic cloves and evenly spread them on the pork belly sauce.

Chen Bo commented: "The color of your meat sauce, put some noodles in it and it will become hot dry noodles." ”

"That's fine, my hand shook, and I put too much raw soy sauce."

"If you feel salty, you can take a bowl of water and filter it."

Chen Bo's spare eyes have been observing the stewing of the pork belly, so as not to overstew it and make the taste rough.

"Why are you substitute again today?"

"The gold lord called me by name, saying that the teacher recognized my face."

"Yes, yes, the teacher praised you in the group, don't you say I forgot about it."

Yao Wencheng added the material as he could, and finally remembered that he didn't pour the oil, so he didn't know the weight of this pour.

"The pieces of meat have become meat sauce, and if I accidentally put too much light soy sauce, not to mention the oil, what should I do."

"Didn't you say that? It's a waste of meat to change and make do with cooking. Chen Bo opened the pot and brought out the stewed Dongpo meat.

"I'll go, it's so fast, let me taste it."

"You take care of your meat first, and I'll serve a bowl of rice."

Chen Bo played two bowls of rice and gave the other party a bowl full, this first bite, of course, has to belong to himself, the timing is just right, the color is full, the aroma is attractive, fat but not greasy, thin but not rough.

Yao Wencheng sandwiched two pieces of meat, buried them in the rice pile, and then took a few bites of rice, letting the rice grains stick to the corners of his mouth.

"You really don't know how to stir-fry? When will I be as good as you. ”

"It's just a good learning, not a worthwhile strength." Chen Bo took the lead in picking out a few pieces of fat and thin evenly baffled, so as not to have time to enjoy it.

"Wait a minute, if my Dongpo meat is half as delicious as yours, I will be content."

As Chen Bo expected, Yao Wencheng, who was reincarnated as a hungry ghost, quickly emptied the remaining family funds.

"You've finished eating my Dongpo meat, what happened when I checked my homework?" Chen Bo suddenly realized this serious problem.

"I'm sorry, brother, I still have a piece in my mouth, do you want to put it back?" Yao Wencheng took it out with chopsticks, Chen Bo looked at his stomach, and went to the dining car again to pick out a piece of pork.

"Don't disturb my work, in case I can't do it, it will affect He Yuzhu's grades."

"Okay, okay, can you give me a little more? I promise not to finish this time. ”

"Okay, look at your fire, don't burn it." Chen Bo reminded.

Chen Bo already knew the operation steps, and after a quarter of an hour, the second Dongpo meat was successfully baked, and this time he didn't put rock sugar.

"Would you like to try my Dongpo bolognese?" Yao Wencheng sandwiched a pair of chopsticks, but the meat sauce was sparsely chopped, and only a little bit was made.

Chen Bo took a bite and said expressionlessly: "You successfully made the pork patty into sweet and sour pork ribs, I am very optimistic about you, Chef Yao." ”

"Is it so amazing? I'll try. Yao Wencheng was suspicious, dug a spoonful with a spoon and put it into his mouth.

"Bah, bah~"

"How salty and sweet."

"The rock sugar didn't melt evenly." Chen Bo shrugged.

Yao Wencheng shouted: "For the sake of beauty, I specially stacked the rock candy one by one." ”

"Why are you doing this? The color and fragrance are not good, so hurry up and find a way to rescue it. ”

"There's only 20 minutes left, it's too late." Yao Wencheng was so anxious that he almost scratched his head with a spoon.

"If there's anything too late, I'll finish the second part." Chen Bo proudly displayed his achievements.

"Then you......or?" Yao Wencheng cast an expectant gaze.

Chen Bo: "Uh...."