"Maybe this kid is just a little better at knife work, knife work is just basic skills, at most it can prove that he has a solid foundation, well, don't worry, don't worry. ”

Lao Chen will also explain himself, not to mention, after this psychological hint, his complexion is really much better. Standing at the door of the back kitchen to make a real-time broadcast for everyone in the lobby, Xiao Er was also shocked by Yan Chen's amazing knife work at first.

But fortunately, he still remembered his duties, and after a moment's stunned, he hurriedly woke up and continued to explain to the crowd in the lobby who heard the news and came to see the excitement, after all, they paid a series of random fees charged by the boss such as seat fees and tea fees.

It's just that his tone is no longer the original disdain. The crowd of onlookers was also real, and when they heard what the little er said, they didn't want to think about it, so they sneered.

"Come on, Xiao Er, just like that kid, he still raised the knife and fell, and it was in an instant. Okay, okay, you don't have to add your own drama because you're afraid that we'll be bored listening, we can just listen to Chef Chen. ”

"That's right, you kid is about to catch up with the storyteller, but you were delayed by running to the hall, and you have a clear eye for what you say word by word, if you don't know what virtue that kid has, I almost believe it. ”

"Niang Xipi ......" ran the hall Xiaoer's face was black, he was also very innocent, okay, it's just a live broadcast, how can he become a storyteller, who is going to talk to him.

Thinking like this, his resentment towards Yan Chen couldn't help but become heavier.

Yan Chen, who had just put the pot on the stove and poured water, seemed to feel the resentful gaze, and turned his head to look at Xiao Er in the hall, full of puzzlement.

Dude recruited you to provoke you?

Yanchen only felt that it hurt a lot, but he didn't have the heart to take care of it, turned his head and threw the meat pieces on the cutting board into the pot, and cut some ginger slices and poured a few drops of old wine into it. The left hand was placed next to the stove and pinched without a trace, and a faint and invisible green mango slipped into the bottom of the pot.

"Boy, it's not me talking about you, it looks like there is only half an hour left, you can't finish this pot of red stewed Jiuluo Pig at all, you still have to admit defeat obediently, so as not to humiliate yourself. ”

Lao Chen laughed on the side, after a period of calmness, his complexion had already returned to normal, and disdain hung on his face again, seeing that Yan Chen still wanted to continue to make the red stewed Jiuluo Pig, he couldn't help but make a cheap mouth.

After saying this, he immediately regretted it, and if nothing else, this kid choked him half to death.

Really......

"What's the matter with you, day by day, are your dishes ready, are you not doing well, what are you doing there, don't you feel uncomfortable for a while?"

Don't stop me, let me strangle this kid to death!

Lao Chen couldn't help but roar in his heart, and a pair of hands involuntarily clenched, loosened, clenched, and released again at the side of his body. I can't wait to strangle this guy to death right away.

Nima, being scolded by this kid, can you live ten years less......

After Yan Chen finished speaking, he was relaxed and happy, and he was in a good mood. Even the movements of his hands were a little faster, a pot of cold water quickly boiled, and the Jiuluo pig meat in the pot also contracted extremely in the hot water, becoming firm and white and tender.

When the hot water in the pot was about to boil, Yan Chen picked up the colander on the side and fished out all the meat pieces in the pot, put it aside to wash off the surface foam with water, and casually cleaned the pot and put it on the stove to burn.

The bottom of the pot was scorched red, Yan Chen took the time to glance at Lao Chen, who was staring at him boredly to pass the time, "Good apprentice, look at it, let you see what a real chef is!"

I'm sipping, don't stop me, don't stop me, I'm going to chop him!

Lao Chen continued to roar in his heart, his eyes already glancing at the polished kitchen knife that was placed aside.

"Nourishing ......"

At the moment when the appropriate amount of cold oil was poured into the pot and the oil temperature was just right, some spices commonly used in stewed meat, such as kocao fruit, eight-star fruit, moon bark, sesame pepper, and dried chili pepper, were put into the pot by him, and a burst of spices were suddenly wafting out of the back kitchen and the fragrance of spices being steamed by hot oil.

This is a fragrance that has been promoted to the extreme, and in order to achieve this, it is necessary to control the oil temperature and heat to a very careful degree. One more point will be scorched, and one less point will not be able to promote it to the extreme.

The terrifying control undoubtedly requires extremely high cooking skills to be able to do, and Lao Chen, as the defending champion of the Cloud Dragon Kitchen King, is naturally clear in his heart. He can do this occasionally when he is in great form, but unfortunately this excellent state is a bit of a must-have.

Seeing Yan Chen's breezy appearance, Lao Chen's round face that had just returned to normal became embarrassed again, Nima, what the hell is going on, he feels that his brain is a little bit uneasy.

The spices are fragrant, the meat pieces are in the pot, Yan Chen is pulling the bellows in one hand and snorting, and the other hand is holding a stir-fry spoon and stir-frying, which looks still light and casual.

In fact, at the beginning of the competition, the owner of the restaurant said that he would give Yan Chen a lotus to play on the side, pull the bellows and the like, but he indifferently refused.

At that time, he was ridiculed by Lao Chen, and in the end, he was scared to death by Yan Chen's mouth, so he honestly took his own lotus into the back kitchen and chattered.

Now seeing that Yanchen doesn't need to play on the side, he still does it casually to the extreme, and he realizes it. Nima, this kind of silent pretending is really uncommon nowadays!

The oil temperature of three or four percent is slowly stir-frying the meat pieces, and the fat in the three fat and two lean Jiuluo pig meat slowly seeps out under the stimulation of the high temperature. At first, there was no obvious perception, but as time passed, maybe it was a moment, maybe it was a slow accumulation.

In short, the greasy pieces of meat gradually became golden and firm, and the oil in the pan suddenly increased.

This is the oil in the fat that has been stir-fried out.

Yan Chen picked up the pot casually, and the excess oil in the pot was poured into the oil Gu on the side by him, this is a good thing, and the dishes made with this oil are much more fragrant.

Because this dish is made of three fat and two lean meat, it should not be oily, and even the meat pieces must be fried with the inner fat to come out, otherwise it will be greasy in the mouth.

The green onion and ginger slices that had been prepared were put into the pot, sprayed with old wine, and as the golden meat pieces continued to stir-fry, Yanchen took out four or five crystalline icing sugar from the side and put them in the pot.

The frosting is crystal clear, it is an indispensable condiment in the red stewed Jiuluo pig, a sweet frosting can relieve the greasy of the fatty meat, and the second is that the melted frosting turns into juice and wraps it on the surface of the meat block, which is shiny and translucent, and it is very good-looking.

The frosting quickly disappeared between the pieces of meat after a few stir-fries in the heat, and he added a little tan soy sauce to the pan, which instantly gave the meat a color.

Then adding boiling water to cover the meat pieces, Yan Chen's hand holding the bellows suddenly accelerated, blowing the flames in the stove with joy.

Boiling over high heat and simmering over low heat, this process is the same as Lao Chen's wine fan Xiang Fei Wings. It's just that when he reached this step, Lao Chen had already begun to collect juice.

"Boy, half an hour is coming, you're doomed. Lao Chen smiled brightly with a round face, and victory seemed to be beckoning to him.