The most important part of Peking duck is the stuffed duck part.

Xu Shu didn't say a word, rolled up his sleeves and grabbed a duck that had been picked earlier.

Plucking, washing, and scalding all in one go.

Not to mention Xie Huailing, even Manager Yu was stunned.

Then Xu Shu took something and blocked the duck's buttocks.

Manager Yu's expression was not very good-looking: "County Lord, you are..."

Xie Huailing sneered: "Hmph, such a vulgar approach..."

Xu Shu ignored them.

The steps of making Peking duck are very complicated, she stuffs a bunch of spices into the duck's belly, gases it, and puts it in the oven to roast.

In this interval, she instructed the general manager to help her watch the fire, and then went to other yards to cook, and stirred up the others.

Anyway, the whole small kitchen stopped cooking, and I watched a stunning beauty fly around the yards like a butterfly, and she was very busy.

Two courtyards had already seen Xu Shu's finished product, and stood with Manager Yu, watching Xu Shu take out the roasted duck with tongs.

"Boss, she's really..."

"What's wrong?" Manager Yu has been helping her watch the fire, and he can't go to other yards to see her finished product.

A cook looked amazed and yearning: "Anyway, our family has been an imperial chef for generations, I have been an imperial chef in the palace for ten years, and I have been in the palace for twenty years, and I have never seen such a dish." ”

The other took over the conversation: "I specially asked the county lord, and the county lord said that it is called a squirrel mandarin fish, and it can make the fish look like a squirrel, which is really a good knife work." ”

There is also a young imperial chef who is not to be outdone: "Have you ever seen boiling cabbage taste better than meat, anyway, I saw it today." ”

Xie Huailing couldn't stand the fact that they kept praising Xu Shu, and snorted coldly: "You also think the boiling water cabbage is delicious, I think it's your tongue that is broken." ”

Although these people usually see that she is the daughter of the Marquis of Pingyang, they are very tolerant, but the most unbearable thing for a cook is that others doubt his tongue.

So the young imperial chef retorted: "The county lord boils pork ribs, ham, hen, minced meat, green onions, ginger and garlic and many other condiments into a broth, selects the most tender cabbage heart, puts it in the broth, burns it until it is seven ripe, bleaches it with water, punctures the cabbage heart repeatedly with a fine silver needle, puts it in a colander, and dries it from the top with the original broth until the cabbage heart is cooked." *”

Many people were dumbfounded.

The young imperial chef was still triumphant: "The county lord also specially mixed a bowl of soup for me to taste." ”

There was an uproar around, and many people crowded to the front and asked him, "How is it?" ”

The young chef shook his head.

Xie Huailing: "Sure enough, what you said was lively, but the things that were made in the end were not good, not yet..."

The young chef ignored her, shook his head and said, "The world is delicious, the world is delicious..."

Xie Huailing's words choked in his throat.

The young chef's words caused a lot of envy and jealousy among the other chefs, and they all wailed.

"The squirrel mandarin fish can't give me a bite, otherwise it will be crippled, but I really want to taste one or two, even one bite."

"Hahaha, the amount of soup crystal xiaolongbao made by the county lord is enough, I ate two."

"What? You actually eat two for one! ”

Seeing that everyone was flocking to Xu Shu's two mouthfuls, Xie Huailing's face gradually became gloomy.

She slowly retreated, and behind her was the stove of the Peking duck that Xu Shu had put the most thought to.

As long as he accidentally poured a basin of water on the burning flame now, then Xu Shu's thoughts would be in vain.

There are still a lot of dishes on the stove that have already been served.

The basin of water in her hand will not be poured.

Xie Huailing's feet were crooked, holding a basin of water, and pouring it on the stove.