Han Chuan put Lati's room in the outer courtyard hall, and Xiao Shuang'er boiled him a pot of hot water for a clean bath.

After taking a bath, cutting her hair short, and changing into new clothes, Lati came out with a red face, but she couldn't tell that it was a young man from Northern Xinjiang, with white skin and tender flesh, more like a young man from the Central Plains.

Han Chuan dragged a vegetable basket out, which contained a leg of lamb, a whole chicken that had been killed, a basket of live shrimp, and a few huge cabbages and three-line meat that was not finished at noon.

The spices in the Western Regions are not the same as the spices used in Beijing, and Han Chuan can not guarantee that you can buy exactly the same spices in the eastern suburbs market, and a good chef must not rely too much on a certain spice or ingredient, and must keep in mind that you are cooking, you are the leader of all the ingredients, and you must become the same but different thing through your permutation, combination, steaming, stir-frying, cooking, etc.

This is what Grandpa Bai taught her when she was just as tall as a stove.

Han Chuan gave these words to Lati as they were.

However, Lati tilted his head, obviously not understanding.

Han Chuan began to dance with his hands and feet, and began to compare like a peng spreading his wings, and halfway through the gesture, he suddenly reacted.

That's not right!

Why is she still making comparisons?!

I just don't want to compare, so I don't have to be good at dealing with sea fish and shrimp...

Why is everything back to square one?

Little Shuang'er laughed beside her.

Han Chuan pushed the basket forward as if resigned, "Choose an ingredient and make a dish that you are good at." ”

In short words, Lati understood, and buried her head in the basket to pick and choose.

Han Chuan thought that he would pick a leg of lamb, but there was no ready-made stove in the yard, so Han Chuan looked around, thinking about how he should barbecue meat.

But when Han Chuan watched Latty pick up the small piece of third-line meat, he was a little stunned.

Watching Lati cut the three-line meat into pieces of meat of uniform thickness, leaned over and sniffed next to the jar on the stove, and finally picked up the jar with sour plums, Han Chuan's face gradually became serious.

Lati wants to replicate the sour plum braised pork he just ate!

Han Chuan hugged his chest with both hands, watched Lati remove the core of the sour plum, put the meat pieces in the pot, and after cooking out all the oil in the meat pieces, the tip of his nose moved slightly, and he began to smell everywhere, and took the shallots, ginger, and the green and red wine placed in the innermost part on the side of the stove.

There are more than a dozen kinds of soybean oil on the stove with Hanchuan, and Lati accurately picked up the pot of mushroom soy sauce that Hanchuan used at noon.

Han Chuan's hands tightened, her eyes widened, and she watched Lati repeat her actions at noon, and after a while, Lati took out a bowl of sour plum braised pork with a rich sauce, and Han Chuan sandwiched it together.

The fat meat is glutinous but not greasy, the lean meat is soft but not woody, and the sweet and sour taste of the sour plum is soaked in a piece of meat, which just relieves the inevitable oiliness of meat.

The taste is the same as what she made, not to say exactly the same.

At least eighty percent are similar.

It's rare to find that this eighty percent is similar.

Han Chuan said in a big way that if she can reproduce her craftsmanship into eighty percent of the master chefs in Beijing, there will be no more than five.

Han Chuan tilted his head to look at Latty.

Latis seemed to collect her jaw a little shyly, pointing her fingertips down at the floor, her eyes a little eager.

Han Chuan frowned suspiciously, not quite understanding.

Xiao Shuang'er suddenly realized, "He's asking, can he stay?" ”

Lati nodded hurriedly. Bashan Academy

Han Chuan thought about it, looked at the vegetable basket, the cabbage was waiting in the vegetable basket with his teeth and claws, Han Chuan picked one up, rolled up his sleeves and was stimulated to fight, took out a small carving knife with one hand, and broke the cabbage stalk with the other.

Xiao Shuang'er selfishly felt that the appearance of his shopkeeper's teeth and claws was a bit similar to this cabbage.

Han Chuan only took the cabbage heart, pierced a small hole in the stalk with a toothpick, danced the small carving knife fast, and scratched the outer layer of the cabbage one by one, and after a while, a budding cabbage like a peony flower appeared in front of the three of them, and the pot was boiled for a while.

The broth made by the old hen is a must-have in the restaurant.

Scooped some broth and cabbage, steamed out the hot air in the drawer basket and quickly took it out.

The consommé of this hanging head has been boiled.

Han Chun gently plucked the cabbage leaves, slowly shaped into a bud shape by hand, slowly moved to the white glazed porcelain bowl, and poured the boiling broth evenly in front of the cabbage sum, and the leaves opened one by one, and a flawless water hibiscus slowly appeared.

Lati looked stupid.

Han Chuan slightly seems to be meaningful.

Xiao Shuang'er took a look and muttered in her heart, the strange self-motivation of her own shopkeeper.

Han Chuan handed a cabbage into Lati's hand and motioned for him to start.

Lati tinkered for a quarter of an hour, and dejectedly brought out a pot of peonies that had wilted out of season.

Han Chuan laughed.

Let's just say it!

Talent is rare, and hard labor is even more rare!

This is a cook, you can't just look at talent, otherwise why would Grandpa Bai let her practice hard in winter and summer?

Han Chuan can't wait to grow a few proud beards immediately, so that she can learn to brush it like Grandpa Bai and look very profound.

“... Although he has some talent, he has to study hard and practice diligently. Han Chuan touched his chin, as if he was touching a beard that didn't exist, "When a cook smells, tastes, sees, tastes, and thinks, the five tricks can't be wrong, the wrong one is a second-rate cook, and the wrong two can be changed to make a living." You have a bit of dexterity in your nose and a clear mind, first do the pier and practice the knife work, and then try to cook - now it has passed the scene of eating fresh all over the world, the spices of the Western Regions are a good thing, but if you want to become a well-known official chef in Beijing, you have to learn more and see more practice. ”

A large string of words, Lati seemed to understand whether he understood or not, only knew that he could stay, so he was a little happy, and pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, revealing two rows of neat white teeth.

Han Chuan nodded indifferently and took Xiao Shuang'er into the inner courtyard for a nap.

As soon as he closed the door of the inner courtyard, Han Chuan leaned against the door excitedly.

I'm a good one.

Two taels of silver, bought such a treasure!

Once you eat it, you can replicate her dish exactly the same!

What does this mean?

It means that the restaurant can not only increase the unique food of the Western Regions as a spice for diners, but in time, she can also completely hand over the kitchen, she only needs to study the recipes, help with the pulling, and do a good job of planning and matching!

Even... Even... If it takes time, she can take Lati to open a branch line shop and a third-line shop of "Shi Xian", and open the whole city of Beijing!

Han Chuan's heart fluctuated and he was a little excited.

Breathe in and out and breathe in and out again and again, forcing yourself to calm down.

After calming down, he dragged the little pair with a broom to clean up the house.

Little Shuang'er: ???

Isn't it a nap?