The horned dragon fish lay on the cutting board, even if it was just taken out of the bone-chilling ice box, it was still soft, and the elasticity of the meat could be vaguely felt when the fingers gently rested on the fish.

"Master, I've got the ingredients. Lao Chen's movements were very fast, and at the same time, Lao Wang on the other side also stopped moving, and the slices of jade lotus root and ground eggs in front of him were soaked in water.

The ceratosaurus has no scales and white flesh, and after simply processing the internal organs, Yan Chen removed the fish meat from the fish bones and slice it into pieces. Put it in a basin and take the starch, salt, egg mixture, and old wine and stir it gently to marinate, and his stirring technique is also very chic, his fingers shake and beat quickly between the meat slices, and a little green mangs appear on the fingertips.

After completely stirring evenly, he put the fish fillets aside for later use, his hands pinched the stove and the fire rose, a pot rack on the stove quickly scorched, a spoonful of oil poured into the pot, and when the oil temperature was about the same, he picked up the small ingredients and celery segments that Lao Chen had prepared and stir-fried quickly.

The aroma came out quickly, and after stir-frying a few more times, Yan Chen mixed some water into the pot and at the same time pinched his hands, controlling the fire and becoming gentle. At this time, he took out the delicate little porcelain bottle and carefully dripped some of his special soy sauce into the pot.

Strange to say, obviously just a few drops, the color of the soup boiling in the pot immediately became brown and bright, and the emerald green coriander and celery segments continued to rise and fall in the slightly tumbling soup, which was very beautiful.

After continuing to boil for a while, Yan Chen picked up a colander and scooped out all the residues in the soup, leaving only the soup with an attractive aroma as a soup base for later use.

After washing the pot, Yanchen poured a small half pot of water into the pot, and re-energized the water in the pot that had been boiling for a long time. Keeping the boiling water in the pot unchanged, he took out the jade lotus root slices and egg slices that Lao Wang had cut before with a colander and threw them into the boiling water pot, and after the blanching was broken, he took out all the slotted slices and spread them at the bottom of the bowl.

"Master, I think many of the dishes you cook are very simple, and in terms of my cooking skills, I don't know why I can't make the same taste as you, even if the ingredients are the same and the method is the same, I can't make it. Lao Chen, who had been carefully observing Yanchen's cooking, suddenly spoke up, and his words revealed deep helplessness.

"The most important thing about cooking is to be attentive, to pour out emotions into each dish you make, and this kind of dish is the best taste in the mouth of the diner. Yan Chen re-washed the blanched pot and explained to Lao Chen.

"But ......" Lao Chen, who has the reputation of the King of Yunlong Chef, was a little hesitant, before he met Yan Chen, he was very confident in his cooking skills, thinking that even the Yunlong Chef Saint in the palace was nothing more than that.

But since he met Yan Chen and seen his cooking skills, Lao Chen has lost his self-confidence again and again, and he has been thinking about every dish Yan Chen has made all day long, and his skills have indeed improved a lot, but the gap with Yan Chen is still like a chasm.

"Temperature is also important. As he spoke, Yanchen had already boiled the oil, put the sauerkraut that had been washed and cut into the pot and stir-fried it until fragrant, and when the fragrance was strong, he poured the soup base into the pot, and soon the pot was tumbling again.

"Master, I understand what you said. I know you're a martial artist and can use True Yuan to control the fire, but the fire is also very big when I pull the bellows with all my might. Lao Chen looked at Yan Chen, who was pouring fish fillets into the pot, suspiciously.

After putting all the marinated fish fillets into the pot, Yanchen gently pushed the pan a few times with a frying spoon to prevent the fish fillets that had just been put into the pot from sticking together. Looking up at Lao Chen, who was full of confusion, he thought for a moment before saying: "I can have the most meticulous control of the temperature, and I can also control the flame to be more condensed, and these are the most important things that can't be done by the bellows alone." ”

"It seems that this is the gap with your warriors. After getting Yan Chen's answer, Lao Chen was not relieved, but even more lonely, "It's a pity that there was no opportunity back then, I only became a cook and failed to become a martial artist." ”

Yan Chen glanced at him as if he wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a moment, he still didn't say it. At this time, the fish fillets have been cooked, put them in a bowl, and pour them on the jade lotus root slices and egg slices that were spread at the bottom of the bowl before, no more, no less, just a big bowl.

Yan Chen put the pot aside, and immediately stepped forward to take it away and wash it, he took a small pot again, put it on the stove and heated a spoonful of oil, and when the oil temperature was almost ten percent hot, he quickly poured the cut green and red pepper rings into the pot, and a large handful of peppers were also put into the pot at the same time.

He quickly stirred the pot twice with a frying spoon, and the smoky oil temperature brought out the spicy aroma of green and red peppers and sesame peppers, which would turn into paste after a few more burns.

"It's ready!" Yan Chen shouted, and a spoonful of hot oil that stirred out the aroma of green and red pepper rings poured straight on the fish in the bowl, stirring up a layer of white mist, and the air was full of aroma, and everyone in the back kitchen unconsciously swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva.

The white mist that shrouded the dishes gradually dissipated, and a bowl of Jianghu storm fish appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The bright soup, the smooth and tender fish, the red, green, green and green green pepper rings are also mixed with pepper grains in the middle, and the index finger of the person watching is moving.

The aroma wafted to the lobby, and the runner who had been greeting guests in the lobby smelled this special and rich aroma and immediately knew that the dish made by Yanchen was out of the pot, and Malier ran to the back kitchen.

When he saw the Jianghu storm fish on the case, he also swallowed his saliva involuntarily like everyone else, but fortunately, the second little man in this running hall was clever, and he reacted after a short time, and took a tray and was about to serve a big bowl, "Young Master Yan, I'll serve the food." ”

"Wait. Yan Chen, who had just put down his apron, stopped the junior who ran the hall, "I'll go, the guest has paid ten times the price." ”

Xiao Er was stunned for a moment, so he had to hand the tray in his hand to Yan Chen.

Yan Chen took the tray, solemnly placed the Jianghu storm fish on it, and carefully tidied up his clothes before walking towards the lobby, while Xiao Er was guiding beside him.

Opened the curtain and walked out of the back kitchen, and under the guidance of the junior second in the running hall, Yan Chen came to the diner table, "Excuse me, the storm fish you ordered." ”

There were several young men and women sitting at the table, and Yan Chen clearly sensed that several of them were martial artists, but he didn't take it to heart, and prepared to put the fish on the table with a smile on his face.

"I said, the speed of your food is too slow, and the fee is so expensive, we just arrived in Muyang City, and we heard that there is a very young master chef in this restaurant, could it be that you?" one of the young men squinted at Yan Chen and suddenly asked.