Sleepiness swelled up, Ning Guiren's only few appearances were almost crushed by Jian Han, and the lines had already been memorized, Jian Han yawned, stretched his waist, and simply climbed into bed.

I slept very well this night, until dawn, after receiving a call from Xiao Minglou, Jian Han got up from the bed, and after a simple wash, she had a buffet breakfast in the restaurant of the hotel.

Xiao Minglou is really powerful, the car directly planted her in a community, a three-bedroom apartment with luxurious decoration but no sign of being inhabited, the kitchen is as shiny as new, and the washbasin is equipped with mirrors on three sides, and it looks like it was installed overnight.

Jian Han said to the driver who led the way from the bottom of his heart: "Please thank your boss for me, I am really satisfied." ”

Before the words fell, the driver opened the side-by-side refrigerator, pointed to the full pork belly stuffed inside, and explained 1510: "Mr. Xiao thinks that you may still need a lot of pork belly, which was just purchased this morning." ”

Jian Han: "......"

Why don't you make it, Xiao Minglou's handwriting is inexplicably familiar.

She shook her head, drove the strange feeling out of her mind, and after sending off Mr. Driver, she looked at the pork belly full of refrigerators, picked up the apron on the cooking table and tied it around her waist, and picked up the kitchen knife with a serious face, good, the battle began!

She also kept in mind that the male god had repeatedly mentioned that if you want to play a character, you must memorize his body language, and when she can perfectly copy these body languages, this role will be played by her.

The simplest example is like the shopkeeper of the small restaurant that the male god specially took her to see yesterday, his action of chopping vegetables, his habit of wiping the stove between cooking, these are all his unique body language.

Jian Han had no doubt that when she could do the same, she would look like a cook!

That's why she asked Xiao Minglou for help, the kitchen is easy to find, the mirror is difficult to match, who would have nothing to do with a bunch of mirrors in the kitchen?

This is also inspired by the memory of the male god practicing facial expressions in front of the mirror - since the facial expressions on the face can be practiced in the mirror, body language must also be fine!

Just as Chef Jane was starting her journey to make braised pork, Chef Leo was also trying his hand at making his first braised pork.

Thanks to the Almighty Internet, he easily found hundreds of recipes for making braised pork, removing the duplications, and there were still twelve different ways to make them, and Leo decided to try them one by one.

He was dressed in a snow-white chef's suit, tall and handsome, and his slender fingers picked up the fountain pen and wrote a heavy stroke on the large notebook - the first way to cook braised pork, the first trial production.

He glanced at his watch, strictly following the description of the ingredients, weighing them one by one with a precision kitchen scale, well, the reason why he first tried this method of making braised pork was because the ingredients in it were all marked with grams, unlike other ways of making, the ingredients were a little, some, some and so on, damn vague descriptions.

Dark soy sauce, salt, rock sugar, ginger, cinnamon, star anise, red dates are all in place, OK, and the next thing is to cut the meat.

Leo took out a large piece of mahjong from the mahjong box at hand very seriously, look, even this first braised pork cooking method, there are inaccurate descriptions, such as cutting the meat into mahjong pieces, the problem is that the mahjong blocks themselves are big and small!

Is it the size of the marijuana block, or the size of the small mahjong block?

Why don't you simply indicate the length, width and height dimensions?! He has to experiment one by one!

Chinese food is such a hassle!

The corners of Wei An's mouth twitched when he saw it, it was not for nothing that Leo was called a madman by Hollywood, the huge delicious pasta he ate last time seemed to be made in this way, and all kinds of experimental data were recorded in a notebook!

Later, a well-known food magazine even wanted to publish Leo's notebook, of course, he refused, but the magazine was allowed to do an interview, well, just took a few photos of the notebook, and after the interview came out, Leo's fans doubled again!

Looking at the cut pork belly, Leo took the mahjong pieces in his hand and compared them one by one, raised his eyebrows with satisfaction, and then blanched three times in a row, each time for thirty seconds, he looked at the watch, and quickly fished out the hot and white pork belly.

Next, the pork belly needs to be sautéed until lightly golden brown on both sides.

Well, that's another piece of data that's hard to measure, pico? Leo frowned and recorded the time in his notebook and threw the pork belly into the frying pan.

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For a whole day, Jian Han spent the continuous repetition of cutting meat, putting it in the pot, stir-frying, and stewing, she corrected her posture in the mirror little by little, and finally, when the sunlight shining into the living room outside the large glass window turned pale golden red, her cooking action looked exactly the same as the small restaurant owner she saw yesterday.

It's a pity, it's just that the movements look the same, Jian Han tasted the braised pork he made, stuck out his tongue slightly, and it was salty again!

Damn, obviously the master didn't even look at the salt bowl yesterday, just picked up the spoon, scooped it casually, and sprinkled it into the pot and it was over.

Jian Han couldn't help but be a little discouraged, she cleaned up the kitchen, picked up her backpack, dragged her heavy steps out of the community, stopped a taxi, and threw her tired body into the back seat, but her spirit was faintly excited, Jian Han closed her eyes, and found that she couldn't take a break, so she simply took out her mobile phone and subconsciously sent a text message to Mr. SOS: Sir, braised pork is really hard to burn, it seems that I don't have much talent for cooking, hey.

Mr. SOS seemed to be extremely busy today, until Jian Han went to bed, he didn't receive a reply from Mr. SOS, but Fang Qinghan sent a text message asking for it, and Jian Han replied simply - you can see it, but you can't eat it! It is also accompanied by a cartoon avatar with two noodle tears shed with his eyes closed.

The male god understood in seconds, and laughed: "Next time I will give you a taste of my craft." ”

Jian Han naturally accepted the omnipotence of the male god, and was about to reply excitedly, but the stinky and shameless automatic alarm sounded wildly again, Jian Han gritted his teeth and replied with difficulty: "The male god with the smell of oil smoke is not handsome!" ”

The male god Long Xin, who coaxed in one sentence, also succeeded in closing the automatic alarm, the sadness in Jian Han's heart has turned into a river, and it is not easy to live!

……

When the dawn of the morning light entered the kitchen, the row of incandescent lights on the ceiling also became dim, Leo, who had not slept all night, was still in good spirits, he held his mobile phone in high spirits, and clicked at the ruddy and shiny braised pork placed in the snow-white bone china dinner plate, and Wei An next to him immediately stretched out his hand and salivated: "It's finally ready to eat!" ”

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