Ah Long blinked his amorous peach blossom eyes, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses with his hand, hooked his lips and asked, "How?"

He Zhou closed his eyes and put down his chopsticks in embarrassment.

He is indeed inferior to the person in front of him.

He lost.

Yu Tou stood up: "Ah Long, let's go."

This newcomer Wang has too much temper, and the dishes he cooks are just okay.

Such chefs will not go far, and even if they do not come today, they will be blinded by their own conceit, and they will swell day by day and become mediocre.

Suddenly, the girl who had been standing in the corner without speaking laughed behind her, "I don't think this big brother makes hibiscus meat very well!"

He Jing's red lips were curved, and her tone was the same as the nonchalant look in her eyes.

As soon as these words came out, Yu Tou and Ah Long stopped for a moment.

And He Zhou looked at He Jing in amazement......

As if he was afraid that he would not be clear enough, He Jing smiled again and said: "I think the things he makes are not as good as my layman, although my third brother's cooking is extreme, but I still like to eat the things he makes, the so-called difficult to reconcile, as long as a dish can satisfy the customers who like this cuisine, isn't it?"

After a pause, her eyes fluttered, and her tone lengthened: "You say, I'm right, right?"

There is no such thing as a dish that satisfies everyone, and even the best chefs can only satisfy some people.

People's tastes will be determined from birth, even if they are affected by various factors, they will not be worse, those who love sweetness will not run to eat bitter, and those who love light will not run to eat spicy, so ...... The shortcomings of He Zhou mentioned in Yu Tou's mouth are not valid at all.

Getting a chef under the age of twenty to make a dish that caters to a wide range of very different tastes is a trick in itself.

Even if it is a golden-tongued gold-card guest, this kind of request is inevitably a little too arrogant.

I'm sorry, He Jing just can't see He Zhou being angry.

When He Jing said this, the middle-aged man's serious face finally had a hint of interest, he looked back at He Jing and asked, "Little girl, do you know who I am?"

He Jing blinked her beautiful eyes, not afraid at all: "No one can be unreasonable."

Yu Tou laughed when he heard this, looked at Ah Long and nodded: "Apprentice, you have met a real opponent."

Aaron also smiled, raised his eyebrows, and said, "I'll wait and see."

He Jing walked to the kitchen counter, put on the hat He Zhou had been wearing, tied her hair into a low ponytail behind her, and then washed her hands.

Yu Tou and Ah Long sat back down at the dinner table.

I saw He Jing remove all the remaining shrimp from the head and tail, peel the shell and chop it, and then kneaded it into meatballs with his bare hands, which directly made the three people present speechless.

Whether it is Ah Long or He Zhou, they all follow the rules and regulations of the recipe of hibiscus meat, even if it is improved, it is only implemented in the details, does He Jing want to create his own method?

Soon, their idea was confirmed, and He Jing chopped all the remaining tenderloin, rekneaded it into slices, and the marinating took only two minutes.

No......

It's not so much pickling as mixing, just like adjusting the filling of dumplings, and grabbing it with your hands a few times to catch it very evenly.

Then, she kneaded the lard into grains, put it in the pan and fried it first, the newly fried pork fat grains made the surface of the lard look only slightly discolored instead of golden, and then she stuffed the lard grains into the shuffled tenderloin slices and shrimp-shaped shrimp puree, and put them into the pot again, and the heat of the gas stove was turned to the maximum, and the flames were vigorous.