Chen Bo, who didn't have a wheelchair, walked on the road like a drunk, swaying and swaying, leaning up when he saw the wall pole, stumbling and messy, as if he would be stuck in the next second.

"You're here, so early?" Yao Wencheng, who was in the distance, waved his hand and motioned for Chen Bo to look this way.

"I don't like to step on points, and my legs and feet are inconvenient, so it's better to start early."

Chen Bo tripped over the upturned red mud brick and knelt firmly in front of Yao Wencheng.

"Ouch, I can't stand it, please get up, you're okay." Yao Wencheng picked up Chen Bo and shook off the dust on his body.

"I can barely walk, but fortunately, my hands are fine, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to cook."

"Is your profession so high-risk?" Yao Wencheng was surprised.

"That's not it, it's just that I love tossing and turning myself, and I accidentally injured it."

Most of the devastation of keyboard application is spiritual, which Chen Bo deeply understands.

Yao Wencheng complained: "The old chef was inspired by our dark cuisine, and recently the canteen has updated a lot of dishes that are difficult to describe. ”

"That lemon stewed pork ribs? I've seen it on the main menu. Chen Bo was impressed.

Yao Wencheng nodded and said, "Yes, he saw that there was not much left of that dish, and thought that he was deeply loved by his classmates, so he vigorously promoted it." ”

"Oh, what I made is not a real lemon stewed pork ribs, it's just a decoration, it's not delicious." Chen Bo straightened up and walked up the stairs to the third floor of the dining hall.

"This is Dongpo meat, the big guy plays well, I haven't had dinner yet." Yao Wencheng swallowed.

"Don't you learn a little yourself?" Chen Bo asked the other party rhetorically.

Yao Wencheng said with a smile: "People are stupid and clumsy, they can't compare, I am a mixed credit, and I will eat by the way." ”

"Serve you, okay, I'll help me later."

"Okay, thank you, put more ingredients, I'm a carnivore."

The pastry class next door is teaching cookies today, and the consequence of not arranging cooking classes at the same time is that Chen Bo is hungry before every class.

"I really want to sneak next door and steal a few hands, it's so fragrant." Chen Bo leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.

Yao Wencheng volunteered: "It's okay, when they get out of class, I'll go get a few cookies and come back." ”

"I want the one sprinkled with sugar." Chen Bo pointed inside.

"Don't worry, no problem." Yao Wencheng made an OK gesture.

The chef with a serious face appeared on time, and it was still a fully loaded food truck, but the variety was much less than before, and the fruit was nowhere to be seen.

"Students, today we are going to learn how to make Dongpo meat."

"Finally, I don't have to cook in the dark." Chen Bo breathed a long sigh of relief.

Everyone has a pound of pork on the cutting board, and there is still a little spare in the food truck, and if it collapses, it can be re-cooked with new meat.

The side dishes were mixed with any choice, and Chen Bo picked the most common green onions, ginger and garlic cloves, and put them together.

Yao Wencheng did the same, and took the same side dishes as Chen Bo, and what was even more excessive was that even the amount followed in the footsteps of the big guy.

"I'll take three green onions, you can take three green onions, why should your ginger grow the same as me." Chen Bo was powerless to complain.

Yao Wencheng hurriedly said: "I see that you have been picking this in the vegetable basket for so long, there must be a reason." ”

Chen Bo explains: "It's just because it looks neater and it's easy to peel. ”

"Oh, I learned."

"Have you ever cooked when you're this big?" Chen Bo asked.

"Don't mention it, I can't even make noodles." Yao Wencheng shook his head.

"You....it's okay, learn slowly, I didn't cook until I cooked dark dishes last week."

"It's really fake, you give people the feeling that you know it's a veteran at a glance?" Yao Wencheng didn't believe it.

"It's not difficult to just follow the recipe step by step." Chen Bo said frankly.

"Sure enough, I was born in keyboard application, and my understanding is higher than ordinary people." Yao Wencheng praised from the bottom of his heart.

The teacher is in the middle of the lesson, and the students are watching in a circle.

"First of all, prepare the ingredients that should be used, pass them all through the water, peel and flatten the ginger, break the green onions and shred them, and then chop the pork into pieces, as regular as possible."

"Pay attention here, the knife should be dropped quickly, and the blade at one end away from the handle should first contact the flesh, otherwise the girl with little strength may cut constantly."

The teacher quickly dismantled the pork belly and threw it into the boiling boiler.

"How is it similar to making soup?" Yao Wencheng craned his neck.

"Dongpo meat is a stewed vegetable, and it should just be a simple processing of the meat." Chen Bo held the recipe in his hand, and compared the teacher's progress while watching.

"After the blood is removed, we will get the pork back up." The teacher uncovered the boiler and used a spoon to get the pork into a clean dish.

"Spread green onions in a casserole, drizzle a layer of peanut oil on the surface, and then put the pork on the rack to stabilize it."

"Why do green onions have to be made into a tic-tac-toe shape? Will it taste better? Yao Wencheng looked at the teacher very carefully, thinking that there was some mystery.

"No, it can be sold more expensive."

Chen Bo once saw a plate of phoenix dance for nine days, the dish was made of phoenix claws with nine different vegetables, the production process was not complicated, the cauldron was stewed indiscriminately, and the result was put into a phoenix by an ingenious five-star chef, and the price was sold to 1388 yuan.

As for the taste, it's similar to the pickled pepper and phoenix feet sold in the supermarket.

"How expensive can the dishes in the canteen be, it's a big deal not to eat them." Yao Wencheng disagreed.

"It may be a leftover habit, after all, it's a handicraft." Chen Bo stared intently at every aspect of the teacher's operation, for fear of missing any important details.

"Chop the ginger and shred it, evenly fill the gap between the meat, and finally spread a layer of green onions."

"Add three spoons of dark soy sauce, four spoons of light soy sauce, add a little rock sugar, drizzle with a quarter bottle of cooking wine, cover and simmer."

"Why do you put the green onion white at the bottom and the green onion on the top?" Yao Wencheng noticed the difference.

"Red with green is visually good." Chen Bo couldn't say anything else, so he could only start with the color.

"Why three scoops of dark soy sauce and four scoops of light soy sauce, can't it be reversed?"

Chen Bo was stumped and prevaricated: "How do I know this, it varies from person to person, if you have a heavy taste, it doesn't hurt to put a few more spoonfuls." ”

"How to distinguish between dark soy sauce and light soy sauce?" Yao Wencheng's problems are never-ending.

Chen Bowei said: "Light soy sauce is mainly used for cooking and stir-frying, with a light color and salty taste, while dark soy sauce is based on light soy sauce with caramel added, which is dark in color and has a high viscosity, and is mostly used for coloring. ”

"You also said that you don't know how to stir-fry, which can be distinguished."

"It's written in this recipe."

In front of Yao Wencheng, Chen Bo turned the recipe to the front, and before the cooking process, there was a special chapter on cereals and various kitchen seasonings.

"Oh, I see." Yao Wencheng suddenly realized.