The bare trees in the small courtyard trembled in the cold wind, and the only two yellow leaves left on the gray dead branches swirled and floated to the ground leisurely.

"Click—" There was a slight hint of death in the crispness.

Tang Yuan: ......

He suddenly thought of the scene of the little girl dismantling the chicken in a certain competition, her fingers reached into the neck of the chicken, and when she touched two and pinched three points, a complete chicken skeleton was taken out, and there was only a little shredded meat on it, and on the table, a lump of chicken meat was softly lumped together, leaving only the angry eyes on the high-spirited chicken head to express his death.

It's really scary......

In the dark, he felt like a lump of chicken to be slaughtered.

So, he told all the experiences he had encountered during this period of time, of course, in the combing of the image, he couldn't help but process it a little. For example, resisting death, or returning to the heart like an arrow, and so on.

This battle of wealthy families is mixed with sadomasochistic love, followed by the drama of spontaneous attempts to forcibly seize the family business, which is very interesting to listen to.

"Han Yubai's target is me, but I didn't expect to attack you. Ah Jian, I don't dare to take it lightly, if ...... "If there is a next time, he really has no shame to face the rest of the family again."

Yu Jian looked at him.

"I want to protect you, you, my sister, Uncle Jianping, and everything I cherish."

The corners of Yu Jian's mouth twitched, look, in this scene, the actor is still desperately adding drama to himself. She walked up to him, kicked his heel, and looked up at the branching branches at the top of the tree.

"You don't think I'm capable of protecting myself?" She asked.

Tang Yuan actually couldn't see through this girl. Raoxiang's side, I think she is very deep. got along with the capital, and I felt that she was a little stupid. But now, after just a few months, I feel that she has a more calm side. It's like a life of ignorance and sophistication in a short period of time.

Yu Jian sighed in her heart and said, "You underestimate me too much." ”

……

After the words were spoken, the misunderstanding between the two was solved.

However, a new problem has arisen.

Yu Jian still refused to accept the gift from Tang Yuan.

The suitcase was thrown into his co-pilot intact, and Yu Jian patted the mirror and illuminated a mouthful of white teeth: "Take it away, don't give me anything in the future!" ”

Tang Yuan wondered, why?

Dislike?

If you don't like it, just change it.

Yu Jian snorted: "Your method is typical of being courteous for nothing. ”

Either traitor or theft.

As a result, on the second day, the back kitchen of the Yu family's restaurant, this dazzling box, was placed in front of Yu Jian's usual cooking table.

Yu Jianguo was quite curious: "What? Xiao Tang sent it early in the morning, saying that it was for you. ”

Yu Jian was silent.

Yu Jianguo urged her again: "Open it and take a look, I'm curious to death." "This middle-aged man gossips, but it's different from young people, he won't stop until he reaches his goal. Besides, Yu Jianguo always felt that the relationship between his daughter and Tang Yuan was strange, and there was a kind of inexplicable ...... Ambiguous.

Ambiguous?

Yu Jianguo's heart froze, and his face darkened by half a point, "What did Tang Yuan send you?!" At this time, even Xiao Tang didn't want to call him, and called him by his name.

Yu Jian hid her face - Dad, your attitude has changed too quickly. Also, what does it mean for you to look up and down with that kind of cold eyes?

The box opened, and a set of shiny knives greeted you.

In addition to the traditional Chinese-style batch knife, chopping knife, front and back chopping knife, there are also Western-style three virtues, boning, paring knives, and in the center of the box, there is a thin-edged knife smelted in stainless steel, as thin as a cicada's wings, but extremely sharp.

Yu Jian quietly groped for the blade of the knife, and the touch of his fingertips was cold.

If the knife is unfavorable and the cut is not correct, the fresh cannot be produced, the taste cannot enter, and the woks cannot be sufficient. Therefore, the son said: If you don't cut properly, you won't eat.

"Good knives!" Yu Jianguo couldn't help but speak out and exclaimed.

Yu Jian's expression was indeed indifferent, and after a shallow glance, he closed the box again.

Yu Jianguo: ?

Yu Jian moved the box aside, took out the belly slices that had been processed, and grinned: "Dad, I'll make you a flowering banquet today." ”

Pick up the most common kitchen knife, take out the pork belly kernels, and remove the oil tendons first. The first knife is flat and oblique, and the second knife is also spaced between oblique blades, and then along the texture, three knives are broken. Thrown into a bowl, the boiling water is flushed, the pork belly turns from white to pink, and with the blessing of the blade, it is like a delicate gardenia slowly blooming.

The pig's waist goes to the waist, the oblique knife method pushes and cuts, each knife is perfectly embedded in two-thirds of the depth, and then crosses the cross knife, and the blade falls, all of which are the same interval amplitude, and it is also a section of three knives. Sprinkle hot oil into the pot, fry the green onions, ginger and garlic until fragrant, slide into the cut pork loin, under the firelight, the pork loin is moist and bright, like a delicate anchovy under the moon.

Or pork belly, remove the tendons and edges, cut into five centimeters of wide strips, slice the front end of the surface, and then cut the whiskers, and then diagonal ribs, with millimeters as a distance, shallow cut, and then deliver the cross knife. The pork belly is blanched, like a plump ear of wheat to be picked in a rice field, the wheat is sharp and the grain is full.

"It's ...... Gardenia knives, anchovy knives and wheat ear knives! Yu Jianguo shouted, looking at his daughter's eyes full of incredulity. This is a top knife worker, and experienced chefs don't necessarily know it, Ah Jian is a little girl, how can she ......

"And!" Yu Jian let out a loud sigh, fished out a piece of tender tofu from the basket, drained the water, and laid it out on the cutting board.

The kitchen knife in his hand swirled, his left hand held the tofu weakly, and the elbow of his right hand moved slightly, Yu Jianguo only felt that a few white lights flashed in front of him, and when he wanted to take a closer look, Yu Jian had already put his hand away.

The tofu did not move at all, and before the case was filed, from the perspective of the naked eye, there was no change at all.

But I saw Yu Jian hit a basin of water, his fingers pressed slightly, pinched the top of the tofu, and as soon as the ingenuity came out, the tofu stretched out like a line, this is - Lingyi Tofu.

This is the highest level of knife work.

You don't need any hard ingredients, it's soft and glutinous like tofu and blooms like a flower.

You don't need an expensive knife, an ordinary kitchen knife goes all over the world.

Her eyes, her nose, her hands, her senses, all were knives.

She is a knife.

Today's staff meal at Yujia Restaurant is unexpectedly full of color and flavor. Dishes that usually win with taste are like flowers on the plate today, or drizzled with rich sauces or with fireworks, but without exception, they make people feel different.

So beautiful!!

Zhang Mingming bit the chopsticks and didn't dare to start, that's a waist flower, right? How can it be so beautiful?

(End of chapter)