In fact, men and women really don't need too much temptation, sometimes just a casual intimate contact can sublimate the relationship with each other.

Zhou Hui lay on Huang Jia's shoulder, and suddenly hurriedly pushed Huang Jia's shoulder to stand up, his face was red, and he was about to run back in a hurry.

Huang Jia turned around and said, "What to run, I don't mind!" ”

Zhou Hui ran more happily and was ashamed to death. She could feel a slight swelling in her chest, and the man said he didn't mind. Is there anything you don't mind about that?

"Flutter!" Xu Qian on the other side of Huangjia laughed out loud.

I can't look at it.

Huang Jia turned around and left, going to stay in the lobby. Obviously he is a victim, but he looks at himself strangely as if he has insulted a woman from a good family.

In the kitchen, He Xinyi is no longer lyrical, but asks the photographer to focus the camera on the two chefs who are preparing and cooking, especially Wang Tiejun.

Because Wang Tiejun's skills are still much higher than Fan Ran's. After all, he has been a master for many years, and he has a deeper understanding of cooking, so he does have a more rhythmic movement, like flowing water.

It's a very ornamental action.

While doing it, Rong Yu explained: "This is a sense of art that has been integrated into the bones of these chefs for 20 years." When any technology reaches the level of proficiency at will, it is time for innovation to appear. Innovation is when you form your own unique technical style. ”

He Xinyi nodded and asked, "Is this what you call the art of a chef?"

"yes, that's part of cooking." Rong Yu nodded, "What I advocate is the personalization of cooking." Only personalized technology is art. Otherwise, our chefs are like machines, and everything they make is a taste. It would be better to build a streamlined factory to replace the cook. ”

"Personalized technology is art." He Xinyi sighed.

This time, I heard some thought-provoking words from Rong Yu again. Makes sense.

"Since we call cooking an art. We all know that artists have personalities. Isn't that how our ancestors invented the word cooking? ”

"Speaking of cooking, as you just said, our ancestors also praised the art of chefs, can you find such an example?" He Xinyi suddenly took Rong Yu's army, and winked at him and laughed evilly.

"This was cut just now!" He Xinyi smiled at the photographer.

Photographer: "Sister Xinyi, such a good natural state is real and credible, the audience loves to watch it." Can't pinch! ”

"I believe you're a ghost, and when the time comes, it'll be a film to see the effect!" He Xinyi pointed at the photographer and couldn't help laughing. Then he looked at Rong Yu expectantly, "Most of the ancients only praised the food directly, and few praised the chef, so in the long river of history, most of the chefs have been submerged, which is a pity." ”

"The jade color is evenly rubbed by the slender hands, and the green oil is fried to make it tender and yellow. When the night comes to spring sleep, I know the severity, and I flatten the beautiful woman's arm gold. Rong Yu read a poem, "This is a poem written by Su Dongpo for a woman who sells ring cakes on the street." This is a direct compliment to people. ”

"I can't imagine that there is such a big knowledge hidden in a small kitchen."

He Xinyi sighed.

"In fact, the poems that directly praise the chef also include Qin Shaoyou's 'beautiful and pitiful knife cutting meat, and the fragrance continues to cook the dragon.'" In this industry, we must know more about this industry, which is a kind of culture, inheritance, and of course, innovation. This sentence is not only applicable to the cultural industry, but also to the culinary industry. Isn't the development of our culinary level based on the continuous exploration of our predecessors, and then innovated? ”

"Bang Bang!" He Xinyi couldn't help but applaud.

The crowd outside the door couldn't help but applaud.

Wang Tiejun's eyebrows fluttered when he heard this, and he couldn't wait to finish stir-frying the dishes soon, and Bo Gutong went today. It's still good to read more, I don't know if it's too late to read now!

I used to think that Lao Tzu was a cooker, and he had a bird to read. Even sometimes scolding one's own apprentice is like this.

"What the hell do you read? If you could read and be a chef like me? ”

Now that I think about it, this kind of talk is really my own superficiality.

Daigo's enlightenment.

In particular, Rong Yu went on to say: "When we look at the food culture and history of our ancestors, we can extract many classic menus from these poems. Not to mention the most famous "Dream of Red Mansions", just talking about Lu Fangweng's poem "Buy bones at the east gate, and order orange pickles with sauce", we can refine the sauce with orange juice and shallot leaves to cook pork ribs. That's why I've got a 'orange bone' dish for you." ”

"Ahh He Xinyi screamed in surprise, and then clapped his hands, "Great, can you eat it at noon?" ”

"No, what you tasted at noon was Wang Tiejun and Fan Ran's craftsmanship." Rong Yu said with a smile, "Taste a thousand feasts to know the true taste, so don't just taste the craftsmanship of a chef, because there is really taste fatigue, this is science." ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" He Xinyi made three pairs in a row, and then continued, "So we have words like bitter first and then sweet to describe the bitterness and sweetness of life, which is to metaphorize life with taste." It's an extension of your culinary skills! ”

She was thrilled by her sudden realization.

Even the tone was a series of flutters, and I didn't think that I was going to be an intellectual food show host. It's more like arguing about an academic issue.

"So, the taste can't be constant, but it has to change often!"

"I get it too!"

At this time, a voice suddenly interjected, and everyone turned their heads to see that it was Wang Baoli.

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, she shrank back a little shyly. I was going to shrink behind the person next to me. was seen by He Xinyi and beckoned to her.

"Anyway, we're just discussing and communicating together now, and we can talk about any ideas."

"Say it quickly!" Xu Qian next to her also urged her.

After a few moments, Wang Baoli still said: "I just think...... I feel like boyfriend and girlfriend getting along, if you have been together for too long, you have to change the way you get along, or go out on a trip together, watch a movie, or dress up yourself to make yourself more beautiful...... Otherwise, it's easy to get tired ......."

After speaking, he hooked his head a little embarrassed and wanted to drill into the cracks. As a result, it was blocked by Xu Qian.

Everyone laughed, which made her even more embarrassed.

"That's right." He Xinyi applauded and encouraged her, "Actually, in everything, some truths are the same. Your boss Rong is right, cooking is not only the comprehension of the art of cooking, but also the comprehension of life. ”

As he was talking, Wang Tiejun had already cooked the dishes and put them on the plate. Then he wiped his hands: "Today's harvest is too big, Master, I have to be quiet and digest it." ”

"Fan Ran, there are a few more dishes, you can stir-fry!"

Rong Yu didn't force him, although Wang Tiejun liked to understand something from time to time. But the progress is also very obvious, so he is more in favor of this state.

After all, everyone has their own unique way of understanding the truth, and they can't be forced to be the same as themselves.

I remember when I was in high school in my previous life, there was a classmate who dozed off as soon as he took the Chinese subject, but every time he scored more than 130 points in the Chinese exam, even the Chinese teacher took it and allowed him to sleep in class.

"The Sword Comes"

At noon, a large round table of people eats.

Huang Jia ran out and didn't come back.

When Zhou Hui was eating, she dodged, hooked her head, and didn't dare to look at others. It's embarrassing when she's in the limelight, but Wang Baoli, who talks a lot during dinner, is a little too lively.

This is the after-effect of being praised.

"It tastes good!" He Xinyi commented while eating.

In fact, Wang Tiejun's cooking is more delicious than Fan Ran's. After all, chefs for many years have a relatively accurate grasp of the public's taste.

Fan Ran still needs to continue to temper.

He has high understanding, but little experience, so what he lacks is the time and accumulation of experience in practice.

After eating, Nie Xiaoqing arranged for He Xinyi to rest in the lounge. The team of photographers continued to shoot the material in the small courtyard by themselves, shooting inside and out.

When He Xinyi was resting in the lounge, Nie Xiaoqing accompanied her.

One cup of tea per person.

"How do you feel about being in a team like this?" He Xinyi asked Nie Xiaoqing, and by the way, he turned on his mobile phone to shoot, and he was afraid that Nie Xiaoqing would have concerns and didn't want to tell the truth, so he added, "Professional habits, but this is a private conversation between the two of us, without your permission, I won't write it in." It won't be broadcast either. ”

Nie Xiaoqing said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's no problem to broadcast, because to answer this question, I won't go against my will, and I won't lie." So what I say is the truth, and I'm not afraid that people will know. ”

"Well, thank you!" He Xinyi smiled and nodded.

"How so? In my case, I started my own advertising agency and went bankrupt for some other reason. At that time, Brother Yu was still opening a small noodle restaurant. I live a very leisurely life every day, opening the store on time and closing the door on time, just like an alarm clock. ”

"He also opened a noodle shop?" He Xinyi was shocked.

"yes, he didn't want anything at that time." Nie Xiaoqing smiled, "At that time, we also had a partner, Huang Jia. He has also been a friend of Brother Yu for many years. I just didn't have much to do, so I decided to open a private dish. ”

He Xinyi listened attentively and did not interject casually.

"At first, I didn't think much about it, I just thought that I could do something well. Come over my more unbalanced mentality after going bankrupt. At that time, Lao Huang ...... Huang Jia is also not very satisfied with the affairs of the family, and he also wants to come out to find something to mix up. But one day, Brother Yu told the two of us that he wanted to realize his dream through this art chef......"

"What ideal?" He Xinyi couldn't help it, he wanted to know what ideal this man wanted to achieve through art cooking? The ideal of the No. 1 private restaurant in Xingsha City, or the ideal of establishing a national chain store? The ideal of making the business bigger and stronger?

This is the so-called ideal she can think of.

Brother Yu said that he wanted to pursue the art of cooking through art cooking. That is, the avenue of culinary arts. He has a theory that he first learns cooking skills, and then cultivates his own art of cooking skills through cooking skills, and then explores the road of cooking skills from art. ”

This paragraph silenced He Xinyi's words.

"What about me...... I want to sink my mind, improve my mentality, find my own direction, hone my temperament, and enrich my life experience, so that I want to make a comeback, and hope that one day I can stand on the highest podium of design, instead of making a lot of money. Lao Huang also doesn't want to be a second ancestor who eats and waits for death, and wants to carry forward the art kitchen and open more branches. In the future, Lao Wang, Xiao Fan, etc., they will all be the inheritance of the art chef - inherit the individual chef art and explore the culinary avenue ......"

Nie Xiaoqing said very slowly and carefully.

He Xinyi listened to Nie Xiaoqing's words, but his eyes drifted out of the window, the peach blossoms outside the window had already gone, but a few bushes of moon seasons in the corner of the wall were blooming......