"The squirrel Guiyu is good! How's your cold food going? ”

"Right now!"

After nearly two hours of hard work, the ten dishes of this evening banquet have basically taken shape.

In order not to make the guests of the banquet wait for a long time, Li Zhi asked people to serve the prepared cold dishes on the table first.

Rong Ling continued to prepare other dishes for the banquet in the kitchen.

"Here, get me a plate!"

With Rong Ling's command, the assistant chef wiped an oval decorated cauliflower plate and placed it in front of Rong Ling.

I saw that she carefully put the squirrel fish that had been stewed in the pot into the plate with a spatula, and then she placed the small tree carved out of carrots in advance next to the fish as a decoration.

In this way, the second highlight of the dinner - the squirrel Guiyu - has been prepared.

Rong Ling put all the three fish on the plate and wiped the plate clean with a handkerchief. With such a meticulous move, the whole dish looks both pleasing to the eye and appetizing.

"It's time to serve!"

With Rong Ling's order, the waiters of the Xiangwan Hotel came in and loaded three plates of squirrel fish into the dining car one by one.

Rong Ling watched the fish being transported away, and he also breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, there is only the eight-treasure gourd duck in the pot left, see the light, see the light.

"It's almost time, it's time to get out of the pot."

Before turning off the fire of the steamer, Rong Ling deliberately glanced down at the watch he was wearing.

Nearly two hours have passed since the duck was put into the pot. Judging by her years of cooking experience, the duck should have been aged at this time.

Therefore, Rong Ling saw the right time, no more, no less, and turned off the stove in exactly two hours.

The moment she lifted the lid, the fragrance of the whole duck instantly overflowed from the pot.

In an instant, the whole back kitchen was filled with the aroma of eight treasures in the belly of the duck, even if it was just smelling, it made the mouth water, and the worms rolled.

"Here, prepare the hot oil!"

Steaming the duck is only the first step, and the next step is to pour oil out of the pot is the most critical step.

In order to make this gourd duck have a crispy taste on the outside and tender on the inside, the method of pouring oil is very important.

If it is poured too much, it is easy for the skin of the duck to paste off.

If it is poured lightly, it will not show the color of golden light.

Therefore, this requires the chef to hold his breath and not make any mistakes.

Rong Ling took advantage of the fact that the heat of the duck's cooking had not yet cooled, so she immediately scooped up the hot oil with a frying spoon in her hand, and poured the oil on the duck's body little by little with bated breath.

"Ahh

With the sound of hot oil being poured, the duck skin gradually turns golden when it comes into contact with the hot oil.

In this way, a golden eight-treasure gourd duck is officially ready!

"The last dish is done! Serving! ”

Rong Ling stood in place, watching the waiter of the hotel take away the three gourd ducks, and the busy night was finally completed.

Although she has not yet received feedback from customers, Rong Ling, who has always been very confident in her cooking skills, is already confident.

Although not all of these ten dishes are completed by herself, each dish has a part that she participates in, so even if it is a cold dish made by the cooks, she has control over the seasoning, and she will never go wrong.

At this time, Rong Ling was already very confident in her heart, and she had successfully completed the task assigned by Ah Qi this time.

There's no way it could go wrong.

"Little Spirit! Little Spirit! ”

Just as Rong Ling was about to take off his chef's uniform and was about to leave the kitchen, Li Zhi hurriedly ran in with an uneasy affection.

Rong Ling, who didn't know what was going on, stopped what he was doing.

She hurriedly asked Li Zhi who came over, "Brother Zhi, what's wrong?" Why are you so flustered? Is something wrong? ”

"There was a guest at the banquet who named you, she has been frowning after eating that gourd duck, I don't think the expression is right, you should be careful when the time comes."

Gourd duck?

Rong Ling was stunned.

She is the most sure of this dish, and there is no possibility that there will be a problem at all.

How could there be a guest frowning?

It's impossible!

Although Rong Ling had many doubts in his heart, he still put on the chef's uniform again and followed Li Zhi to the banquet hall.

In this hall, there were thirty people, ten people at a table, a total of three tables.

In the middle of one of the tables sat a long-haired woman, who looked to be in her forties, and the makeup on her face was not heavy, but it was also very delicate.

Judging from the high-end small suit she is wearing, she should be a woman with a good status.

Li Zhi took Rong Ling along the wall of the banquet hall to the table where the woman was sitting, because the show was still performing on the stage, so the sound of the scene was very noisy.

Rong Ling waited on the side under Li Zhi's suggestion, and then saw that he came to the woman's side alone, as if whispering something in her ear.

Then, the woman's eyes suddenly looked at Rong Ling, who was standing by the wall, with a little surprise in her eyes, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Just when Rong Ling didn't understand the purpose of this woman by naming her, the woman actually walked in the direction of Rong Ling together, accompanied by Li Zhi.

Because the banquet hall was too noisy, the two of them also specially motioned for Rong Ling to go to another room to talk.

In this way, Li Zhi, Rong Ling, and the mysterious woman came to the reception room next to the banquet hall together, and the surroundings finally quieted down, and the woman finally opened her mouth.

"You made that eight-treasure duck?" The woman had a skeptical tone.

"Yes, I did." Rong Ling was not intimidated at all, and responded directly.

After hearing this, the woman continued to ask, "Then can you tell me where you learned this dish?" ”

Rong Ling still replied calmly: "I learned from my ancestors, and it was passed down from my family." ”

The woman was taken aback, "Family heirloom? To tell you the truth, the last time I ate this flavor of Babao duck was also made by my ancestors. My ancestors used to be palace chefs, and the taste of this eight-treasure duck is also a secret recipe of the palace, could it be that your ancestors also did errands in the palace? ”

The Imperial Chef?

When Rong Ling heard this, she didn't expect that there was such a coincidence in this world, and she really let her meet the descendants of the imperial chef again.

Although it is not the same "palace", it can be regarded as half a peer, which is really a wonderful fate.

But even if he knew that he was a peer, Rong Ling still couldn't reveal his true identity.

So, she still found a reason for herself: "This formula, I also listened to the old man in the family, hehe." ”

After hearing this, the woman smiled knowingly, "It seems that there is quite a relationship between the two of us." I haven't tasted this eight-treasure duck since my grandfather died, and I didn't expect to be able to eat it one day, which really makes me miss when my grandfather was there. Yes, yes, the little girl has a promising future. By the way, what's your name? Why do I look so familiar with you? ”

Because his identity was discovered, when he came to the banquet hall, Rong Ling deliberately wore a mask.

All, the woman didn't know that the chef in front of her was Rong Ling.

But for some reason, when the woman asked Rong Ling's identity, Li Zhi, who was standing on the side, desperately made Rong Ling take off his mask and show his true face.

Although Rong Ling was worried, he still felt that Li Zhi would not harm him, so he still raised his hand and took off the mask hanging on his ear.

When her true face was revealed to the woman, the woman froze in place, unable to believe her eyes.

"Are you, Rong Ling? Pei Anna's former assistant, and now a newcomer to Mida Media?? ”

Rong Ling replied politely: "Yes, I'm Rong Ling, may I ask who you are?" ”

"Actually, I saw you when you accompanied Pei Anna to the interview before, but you hid far away at that time. I am the editor-in-chief of Diansha fashion magazine, and they all call me Sister Ida in the circle. ”

After the woman finished speaking, she gave Rong Ling a smile.

"Are you, Sister Ada?!"

In today's entertainment industry, Dian Sha Magazine is known to everyone.

Ada, as the editor-in-chief of Diansha magazine, is the goddess in the hearts of insiders.

can get the favor of Sister Ada, that is what many artists dream of. Rong Ling never expected that he would achieve this long-cherished wish with a duck.

Is this just the arrangement of fate?

So isn't this fate a little too good for her?

If the last time I met producer Joe was when she stepped on all the shit in her life, then this time I met Sister Ida was to step on the shit in the next life.

This luck is definitely blowing up the canopy!

Just when Rong Ling was immersed in the joy of knowing Sister Ida and couldn't extricate herself, Sister Ida continued to send out invitations: "I paid a lot of attention to you before, but I didn't expect that this time you brought me a surprise in cooking." What do you think? Are you interested in an interview with Dian Sha? ”

"You, you, you're going to interview me?? So, I'm going to be in Dian Sha magazine??!! ”

"That's right! Big column! Exclusive! ”

"Ahh!!!!h

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Rong Ling's inner OS: Ah Qi!! I love you to death! Ah Qi!!

Ah Qi: Ahhh Ahh Ahh