"Nonsense, kill the chicken!" Zhao Shuang urged.

Lin Qingyi held a chicken in one hand and a knife in the other, and cut off the neck of the chicken.

Zhao Shuang immediately stopped: "Wait, you're going to cut a big cut on your neck, right?" ”

"How else?" Lin Qingyi was puzzled.

Zhao Shuang said: "If you cut it like this, it is shallow, you can't cut the artery, it is deep, the wound is too big, and it affects the taste of the whole chicken." You should go under the knife in this position, the carotid artery is the most superficial, just a small incision, cut the carotid artery, and the blood will be done. ”

Lin Qingyi was skeptical, and according to the position Zhao Shuang said, he gently cut a small opening, and the chicken blood immediately sprayed into the small bowl below.

Lin Qingyi sighed: "It's really good! Sure enough, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world! ”

He has always been proud of his cooking skills, the chicken killer is caught, the knife is neat, I didn't expect to kill the chicken and have such a big knowledge, such a chicken killing, it is actually smaller than his own wound, and the speed is even faster!

Killing chickens, boiling water, plucking feathers, cleaning offal, marinating and flavoring, mixing soups, cooking...... During the whole process, Zhao Shuang instructed and corrected many of Lin Qingyi's practices.

There are some things that Lin Qingyi can understand, and some that he doesn't understand at all.

He felt that Zhao Shuang's requirements were redundant many times, and it had little impact on the taste of the chicken.

But when the chicken was stewed and the chicken soup was served, Lin Qingyi's pride was completely defeated.

As a veteran cook, he didn't have to taste it to know that the chicken soup tasted better than what he had made before.

Hu Jingyun looked at the golden soup and said, "It looks pretty good, it should be able to eat." I'll test the poison first. As he spoke, he took a spoonful, put it in a bowl, and tasted it with a spoon: "Well, as the master said, this chef's chicken soup is very distinctive, complete and soft, and it tastes like Zhu Yu moistening the throat, although it is not as delicious as the senior brother's cooking, but it has a soft flavor." ”

Hearing that someone actually said that the chicken soup he made was not as good as others, Lin Qingyi's heart was stubborn and unconvinced.

He picked up the bowl, filled himself with half a bowl, and took a small sip.

Sure enough, the flavor is soft and full, and the taste is more mellow than any chicken soup I have ever made before.

He thought he had never drunk chicken soup that was better than that.

Is there anyone else who does it better than him?

He hesitated.

Because this is a chicken soup that surpasses any time he has made before, it is made under the guidance of others, and it can have such a good taste, and he himself still doesn't understand the principle.

But he couldn't imagine anyone else who could make something better than that.

is in the rich and prosperous city of Nuanzhou, and runs a big restaurant, and his tongue has experienced countless delicious baptisms.

Zhao Shuang picked up the bowl, and Lin Qingyi hurriedly filled him half a bowl and said, "Teacher, please taste it." ”

This kid is quite interesting.

Zhao Shuang blew, took a sip, and shook his head: "It didn't meet my requirements, and it was in vain that I spent so much time teaching you." Why is this happening? ”

Lin Qingyi: Huh? I was looked down upon.

Fu Ning came over to drink the soup, and Qiu Shuisheng, who was forced by Fu Ning to help the cook practice knife skills, also hurried over to taste it.

Qiu Shuisheng drank a bowl and said, "It's delicious, it tastes really good." ”

When it comes to tasting food, he's very unknasty.

Fu Ning slowly took a few sips and said, "It's not that the master taught it badly, it's that his previous inherent techniques affected Taiyan, so it limited his play." ”

Zhao Shuang's eyes lit up: "It's really, it's like a blank piece of paper and a piece of drawing paper that others have already made half of it to paint, obviously that blank paper is easier to exert your strength." So the apprentices really have to start from the dolls! ”