Feel relieved? How can this reassure him?

Yang Heng couldn't help but look Sheng Qingqing up and down again, but unfortunately looked left and right, standing in front of him at this time was a little girl in her early tens, not to mention the thin figure, even the voice had not changed, crisp like a yellow bird.

Such a little child can really cook with spices?

Yang Heng himself has never used spices, and he doesn't have the courage.

Those noble things are comparable to the same amount of gold in the eyes of the rich. Ordinary people don't even dare to think about it, the right to use it is in the hands of the rich, and the average rich family does not use it very much.

However, Yang Heng has been in the Cheng family for so many years, and he has never eaten pork and has seen pigs run away. He knew that all kinds of sandalwood incense sticks and other fragrances were made with these spices.

He had the pleasure of seeing it once or twice, and it is needless to say that the "fragrance" is made. However, the raw materials before the "incense" is made are unacceptable. Not to mention anything else, just the red powder, the smell is very spicy, not before the second concoction, not to mention the entrance, even a little smell, can stimulate people want to tears, and the hands of the perfumer can skillfully fuse these things together, into addictive incense.

Could it be that the chef also has such a means?

Yang Heng himself is also a cook, and he never believes it in his heart. There are so many chefs in the back kitchen of the Cheng family, including himself, who has never heard of anyone who can cook with these spices.

But just as he was thinking about this, Sheng Qingqing over there saw that he hadn't spoken, but he thought that he had acquiesced, so he took the box of spices to the stove by himself.

Because Sheng Qingqing's identity is not ordinary, Yang Heng specially arranged an independent stove for her.

This stove is far away from other people, so you don't have to worry about being affected by other people. Yang Heng felt that Sheng Qingqing was small and short, and his strength was also small, so he specially sent three cooks to wait beside him.

Sheng Qingqing put down the box in her hand and looked at the three people beside the stove helplessly.

All three of them are young men, with the unique vitality of teenagers, and they seem to be out of place with the kitchen stove. At least they stood behind Sheng Qingqing, which seemed very disagreeable.

In fact, when a chef is cooking, there must be a few helpers around him. Especially when the hotel business is booming, one person must be too busy, and the chef only needs to work on the most important seasoning, as well as the final dish review. Other things, including chopping vegetables and cooking, were the work of the cooks and apprentices.

Sheng Qingqing has not worked in the back kitchen of the hotel before, she has such an experience, but later after she took the fourth-level chef exam, she took the high-end route, and there are not many dishes to be made every day, and the guests need her to make them by herself.

The customer is God, so Sheng Qingqing has not used a kitchen helper since then.

And after this era, no matter how many dishes she cooks, she doesn't ask others for help. Unexpectedly, when she came to Cheng's house, Yang Heng gave her three cooks, which made her a little unaccustomed to it.

"Ahem, you don't have to stand here, if you have other work, go ahead first, if I have something, I will look for you."

Sheng Qingqing could only say this, she was used to cooking alone, and suddenly there were three people behind her, and she was very skeptical that her efficiency would not be affected.

And although the back kitchen of the Cheng family is very large, the stove is so big, even the four of her are standing here, and they feel that they can bump into people when they turn around.

The three young men looked at each other.

"It's Yang Steward......"

Sheng Qingqing waved her hand and interrupted helplessly: "I know I know, Steward Yang is kind, and I also understand this kindness, but I like to cook alone, if there are people around me, I will not be able to cook well." ”

At this point, the three young men suddenly did not dare to speak.

Sheng Qingqing is the chef who Young Master Cheng specially invited back to prepare a banquet and entertain distinguished guests, if she can't do this dish well, it will be a big deal. And if Young Master Cheng blames it, wouldn't the three of them be pushed out to be scapegoats if they were the "culprits" who affected Sheng Qingqing's cooking level?

As soon as they thought of this, all three of them had a sense of retreat.

But you can't just leave because of a few words, at least not so refreshing on the surface. Otherwise, before he became a scapegoat, he would have offended Steward Yang first.

The three of them glanced at each other.

It can be seen that the three of them should have known each other for a long time, have a tacit understanding, and make eye contact for a while, and then have already made a decision.

I saw that one of the young men, who seemed to be calmer than the other two, came out of the crowd and said respectfully: "Since Miss Sheng is not used to having a cook, then we will retreat first." It's just that we were arranged by Steward Yang, so we still need to talk to Steward Yang when we leave. ”

Sheng Qingqing understood in an instant.

The three young men were worried about offending Yang Heng, so they wanted her to come out and be this lobbyist.

It's nothing, it's really because of herself, and the three of them can't be blamed. In fact, these three people still have a very good attitude towards her, at least not like other people who believe in her on the surface, but there is contempt in their eyes that can't be hidden.

For example, the Cheng housekeeper.

Thinking of Steward Cheng, Sheng Qingqing's mood was not very good. Although she is used to those eyes that look down on her, it does not mean that she is not disgusted by such eyes.

It's just for a short time, but there is no way to retaliate back.

Sheng Qingqing's eyes were gloomy for a moment, but they quickly recovered. She put down the box in her hand and walked to Yang Heng with the three teenagers.

At this time, Yang Heng was planning to supervise the other assistant chefs in the back kitchen, and since Sheng Qingqing was so sure, he didn't plan to go up to ask for suspicion. But I didn't want Sheng Qingqing to leave for long, and came to him again.

Yang Heng was a little surprised, "Miss Sheng, what else do you need?" ”

Sheng Qingqing hesitated for a moment, but still said honestly: "There are no other shortcomings, it's just that these three cooks don't need much." ”

"What?" Yang Heng was stunned for a moment, but his first reaction was to glared at the three teenagers angrily, and then said, "Is it that they don't have long eyes and disturb Miss Sheng?" ”

Seeing that Yang Heng was about to get angry, he let the three teenagers eat and hang.

The three teenagers even shrank a little because of his increasingly cold eyes.

Sheng Qingqing hurriedly said: "No, no, I'm just cooking when I'm not used to having someone around me." I'm not afraid of Yang Steward's jokes, I grew up in the countryside, and I do everything by myself, so I really don't have the habit of being served. ”

"Not used to it?" Yang Heng frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but in the face of Sheng Qingqing's smile, he didn't say anything.

You don't need to help cook, you don't need it, it's a new dish in the end, even if it's just a little girl, I'm afraid it's also guarded......

"Since Miss Sheng doesn't need it, then the three of you can go and do other things." Yang Heng waved his hand.

Seeing that his expression softened, the three teenagers were suddenly overjoyed, and they hurriedly saluted him and Sheng Qingqing respectively, and ran to other stoves.

I don't know how many chefs there are in the back kitchen of the Cheng family, but not every chef is the same as Sheng Qingqing, and he doesn't need to help cook.

Sheng Qingqing didn't know what Yang Heng was thinking, but she was relieved to see that he didn't embarrass the three young people.

There are a lot of things to do in the back kitchen, and Yang Heng doesn't have much effort to keep looking at Sheng Qingqing, so the two of them said a few more polite words, and then went their separate ways.

Sheng Qingqing came to the stove that belonged to her, and the small wooden box was still quietly placed on the stove.

I don't know what kind of wood the box is made of, and when the lid is closed, even if you get closer, you can't smell the contents of the box.

Obviously, the smell of the things inside is very strong.

"It's an amazing feat." Sheng Qingqing sighed and opened the lid and took the contents of the box into her eyes one by one.

It looks like a box, but it's actually divided into many small compartments. The box the size of an adult man's palm is divided into five parts, each of which contains different spices, all of which are different in color and shape.

"Fennel, star anise, peppercorns, peppercorns, and—cumin!"

Sheng Qingqing looked at the last spice and was very surprised.

This era was very backward, and she had a general understanding of the origin of these spices at the shopkeeper of the town before. Most of them are imported from foreign lands, and although a small number of "big wins" can be planted by themselves, I don't know if it is because the climate and soil are not suitable, or the planting method is wrong, and the yield is very scarce each time. This is also the reason why the price of spices is so expensive.

After all, scarcity is expensive.

But no matter how precious the spices are, as a spice merchant, the shopkeeper has a backup on hand. Only this cumin, even he has very little, only a small box. According to the shopkeeper, it was because the cumin was extradited from the far north, and as far as the shopkeeper knew, there was no place for this thing to be cultivated except for the only source. After each planting, either they die or the yield is extremely scarce.

Unexpectedly, the Cheng family would have such a small box. Although the number is also very small, it is enough to surprise Sheng Qingqing. Because unfortunately, she doesn't have a lot of cumin on hand.

Cumin, in the eyes of modern people, is more used in barbecue. And the best place to eat barbecue is, of course, the roadside stalls.

Gather three or five friends, order a few beers, and a dozen skewers, and that's the ultimate treat.

Relatively speaking, the five-star hotel where Sheng Qingqing is located is obviously very unsuitable for eating this thing. After all, no one likes to eat a barbecue, and you have to carefully cut it with a knife and fork for half a day before you eat it.

"It's not enough, but with this stuff, it seems that today's recipes can be a little richer." Sheng Qingqing said with a smile.