Outside the back kitchen, Chen Hu found Boss Yuan Lang Yuan, who had changed into a chef's outfit at this time and was starting to cook for Lan Xin and them, through the staff.

"Mr. Chen, you asked me to come out ......," Yuan Lang said with a puzzled expression.

"Hey, isn't this Sun Miao, they know that I'm also a chef? I don't think it will take much effort anyway, I'm going to borrow flowers and offer Buddhas to you, use your ingredients and tools to show them a hand, and make two dishes, do you think it's okay?" Chen Hu said 'hi', and said with a look of embarrassment on his face.

In the case of robbing the master's job in the restaurant to make his own dishes, especially if he is also a chef, this is not only to show that he can't trust the craftsmanship of the chef of the restaurant, but also to slap his face, which is absolutely impossible to do under normal circumstances.

But who said that now is not the ordinary time? In addition, Chen Hu also happened to want to use his skills to deter the group of Bai Fumei who had eyes above the top, so he braved some of the rules of the chef to give Master Yuan eye medicine.

Fortunately, Master Yuan was wide-hearted and fat, and he was indeed curious about Chen Hu's craftsmanship, so except for a moment of froze at the beginning and a flash of unhappiness in his eyes, he didn't say anything more, and agreed very happily.

"I also want to see Master Chen's craftsmanship. Since Master Chen, you are willing to show your hands in person, then you can't ask for it. Come, inside please. Yuan Lang stretched out his arms and said boldly.

"I'm sorry then. Chen Hu said with a dry smile.

Then he was not hypocritical, and followed Yuan Lang into the back kitchen.

It's a big deal to mention the opponent a little bit when cooking later, and you won't break the rules yourself.

......

The environment of the kitchen is good, very neat and very modern, the kitchen is full of metallic luster, except for a few small apprentice chefs and assistant cooks, there is no outsider existence, so that Chen Hu has a feeling of being in the kitchen of a star-rated hotel.

"What materials does Master Chen need?" At this time, Yuan Lang, who was the master, opened his mouth and asked.

"Are there any fresh chops?" Chen Hu recalled the menu ordered by Sun Miao and the others, and then turned his head and asked Yuan Lang beside him.

"Yes. Yuan Lang nodded, and then without the slightest hesitation, he immediately shouted at the kitchen worker on the side, "Xiao He, go to the refrigerator and bring the small chop I bought back this morning." ”

"Okay. ”

Then, after a short time, a plastic bag of ribs was brought over by a young man.

Chen Hu borrowed it, opened it and took a closer look, the material is really good, it is a small chop separated from the pork ribs of the newly killed pig that day, the meat is fresh, delicate and elastic, there is no excess water in the meat and the color is fresh and moist, it is the best fresh pork.

"Green onions, ginger, garlic, sweet and sour cooking wine, white sesame seeds, cornstarch, honey and so on. Chen Hu said again.

"Yes. Yuan Lang affirmed, "Look at this material, Master Chen wants to make sweet and sour pork ribs?"

"Yes. Chen Hu nodded.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, a rather homely but common dish. There are many ways to make them, and the tastes vary depending on the region. For example, in the north, what is pursued is salty and fragrant, and there is not much attention to sweet and sour. In the south, on the contrary, it is heavy on sweet and sour and light on saltiness, pursuing color and flavor, so it uses more materials than in the north, not only sesame seeds, but also tomato paste.

It's just that Chen Hu didn't ask for the latter, but added honey, so for a while, Yuan Lang didn't figure out where Chen Hu was going to make sweet and sour pork ribs.

Then Yuan Lang sent everything over for Chen Hu to use.

Naturally, Chen Hu was also unkind, and started to hype.

The ribs are put into a basin, sent to the pool and washed with clean water repeatedly, washing up the blood foam and impurity residues on the top, so that the ribs are purified, and then decanting the water stains to leave pure meat, and putting in cornstarch, eggs, cooking wine, dark soy sauce, vinegar and salt and other marinades for marinade.

This procedure may be in the hands of ordinary chefs, it may be to grab it, grab it, let the ingredients mix well, put it aside, and wait for the sauce to naturally penetrate into the meat, but in Chen Hu's hands, it is different, after he grasps the meat, he takes a pair of chopsticks, and the aura in his body moves slightly, with a slight tremor that others have no distinction into the basin, and keeps stirring up the ribs in the basin.

Therefore, Yuan Lang, who was observing from the sidelines, was very incomprehensible, because he didn't understand what Chen Hu was doing at all. This also reflects the gap between him and Chen Hu.

One is an ordinary chef, and the other is a superchef who has embarked on a magical painting style, so it's strange that he can understand it.

This was not until five minutes later, when Chen Hu threw away his chopsticks and stopped, walked to the stove, lit the fire and sat on the pot and began to boil the pot. When it is hot and smoking, pour in the raw oil, and wait for it to heat for five or six minutes, then put the marinated pork ribs into the pan and fry them.

"Hereby ......"

The oil bubbled and the smell of meat quickly wafted out of the pot.

"This smell ......"

Even if he didn't taste the finished product, the smell of meat alone made Yuan Lang's face change, and he couldn't believe that this was the ribs he bought.

So there is only one reason, and that is the craftsmanship of Zhongtu.

Thinking of this, Yuan Lang's gaze couldn't help but change again and again, and his gaze at Chen Hu became respectful.

The chef's profession, in addition to qualifications, is the most valued craft, and even its importance is more than qualifications, basically as long as the craftsmanship is good, then you can crush most things and make everything go smoothly.

After about a minute, when the pork ribs were fried and smoking, and the surface color became golden, Chen Hu decisively turned off the fire and took out the ribs with a fence, decanted off the residual oil, and poured most of the remaining oil in the pot, leaving only a part of the bottom oil, and then put in the green onion and ginger to stir-fry, and then put in the pork ribs for stir-frying......

AFTER STIR-FRYING FOR A WHILE, CHEN HU TAKES SUGAR AND HONEY AND PUTS IT IN IT, PLUS DARK SOY SAUCE AND COLOR (SHAI), AND FINALLY PUTS IN GARLIC AND GREEN ONION AND GREEN FOAM TO STIR-FRY UNTIL FRAGRANT, SPRINKLE WHITE SESAME SEEDS, AND A SWEET AND SOUR PORK RIBS MADE BY CHEN HU ARE CONSIDERED TO BE BAKED.

The aroma was pervasive, and the chefs in the back kitchen, including Yuan Lang, who were attracted to the kitchen, subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

"Taste?" Chen Hu said with a smile when he turned his head to look at Yuan Lang, whose eyes were locked on the sweet and sour pork ribs.

"Then try it?" Yuan Lang hesitated.

With such a performance that has never seen the world, even Yuan Lang himself felt ashamed after finishing speaking.

It's so faceless.

"Taste it. They couldn't see it in two pieces. Chen Hu said with a smile. Then he grabbed the chopsticks on the side and handed them to Yuan Lang.

Yuan Lang took it, took a deep breath, picked up a piece of ribs with bright color and crystal glow, put it in his mouth, and inhaled it gently......

"Hmm...... This taste reminds me of how I felt when I was a kid when I ate meat. Yuan Lang's heart was full of emotion.

Then when I bite into it again, a feeling of pork belly that seems to be cooked through spreads, and the entrance is not simply over-described, but a real taste, which is obviously so real, but so illusory, which makes people have endless aftertaste, and wants to eat one piece after another to fill the inner desire of Qiu Rui.

"Master Chen, you are this, my old Yuan is served!"

After a while, Yuan Lang put down his chopsticks with a heavy heart, gave Chen Hu a thumbs up with nostalgia on his face, and praised him sincerely.