"Why does Boss Yuan have an extra sign?" Wu Hai asked, pointing to the sign at the door.
"New rules." Yuan Zhou responded to every guest who asked.
"Okay, but the three days you promised?" Wu Hai came here to urge Yuan Zhou to teach.
"Yes, I can do it today." Yuanzhou responded, remembering Wu Hai's cooking method and giving him a headache.
"It doesn't matter if the time last time was too short." Wu Hai still thought about himself.
"Okay, today officially starts. Are the materials ready?" Yuan Zhou nodded in agreement.
"This time it's green pepper chicken and watermelon fruit." Wu Hai was a little obsessed with the dishes he didn't finish last time.
"Are there any simple materials? This is too difficult for beginners." Yuan Zhou said straightforwardly.
"How about white meat with garlic paste?" For Wu Hai, a carnivore, simple means simple meat.
"I'm talking about vegetarian dishes." Yuan Zhou held his forehead.
"Then go and see for yourself." After Wu Hai said that, he led the way.
"Okay." Yuan Zhou walked slowly behind Wu Hai.
"Click" Wu Hai opened the door directly with the key, and then Zheng Jiawei stood up and said hello.
"Xiao Hai, you're back. Hello, Boss Yuan." Zheng Jiawei stepped forward and looked at Wu Hai carefully before saying happily.
"Don't push me to draw, I'm learning to cook today." Wu Hai blocked Zheng Jiawei's next sentence with one step.
"Cooking again, Xiao Hai. These people have different talents. Just because Boss Yuan is a chef doesn't mean you can do it. Just because you are good at painting." When Zheng Jiawei heard that Wu Hai was going to cook, he didn't come directly this time. Turn around and walk away, but also start persuading.
This is not easy for Zheng Jiawei, who always obeys Wu Haiyan.
"You know nothing. Cooking is also an art. As long as it's art, of course I can do it." Wu Hai retorted unhappily.
Behind him, Yuan Zhou couldn't help but feel a toothache when he heard Wu Hai talking about the art of cooking. The rainbow beef brisket last time was so impressive.
"Yes, it's all art, but what about your art exhibition." Zheng Jiawei pointed to the calendar, which clearly stated that the art exhibition is less than ten days away.
"Learning to cook can also help you find inspiration for painting." Wu Hai said nonchalantly.
"Okay, I'll stay with you today, Xiaohai." Zheng Jiawei sighed and said.
"As you wish." After Wu Hai said that, he entered the kitchen first.
"Excuse me, Boss Yuan, can I stay?" Zheng Jiawei spoke very politely and acted thoughtfully.
"It doesn't matter, I'll go in and take a look first." Yuan Zhou didn't care about this.
"Thank you, Boss Yuan. Boss Yuan is such a good person." Zheng Jiawei said and entered the kitchen, ready to help.
Regardless of other things, the paint in the kitchen must be taken out.
Yuanzhou stepped forward to check the ingredients in the refrigerator. These ingredients were very fresh and of good quality, but they would be a waste of money to cook for Wu Hai.
"So today I will teach you how to make mushrooms and vegetables." Yuan Zhou finally found a relatively simple dish.
In fact, he wanted to just make a hard-boiled egg. He didn't believe that Wu Hai could make colorful colors like this, but he thought that he had learned composition and color matching at least, so he taught him seriously.
"Is there no meat?" Wu Hai looked at the various kinds of meat in the refrigerator and asked unwillingly.
"When cooking, I always start with vegetarian dishes." Yuan Zhou said seriously.
"How about you teach me egg fried rice." Wu Hai thought of Yuan Zhou's god-level fried rice. Eggs are also considered meat.
"No, this is too difficult. You won't be able to learn it in three days." Yuan Zhou never minced words when talking to Wu Hai.
"I think mushrooms and green vegetables are very good." Zheng Jiawei also interjected from the side, but his face was very unhappy, as if he had thought of something.
Wu Hai was muttering to the side, "The yellow color of the egg fried rice is not bright enough, we should add some warm yellow color."
Yuan Zhou, who had a keen ear and eyesight, heard this word for word. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was glad that he did not choose egg fried rice.
This has nothing to do with cooking, and I don’t know how I came up with it.
"You handle the ingredients first." Yuan Zhou felt that Wu Hai was very professional in handling the ingredients.
"Oh." Wu Hai picked up the vegetables and mushrooms and started washing them.
Amidst the sound of water flowing, Wu Hai pulled out a paintbrush from somewhere and started washing vegetables.
Use a flat brush to brush the wrinkles on the inside of the mushrooms, and a flat brush to brush the roots of the vegetables.
Yuanzhou said that he needed to be quiet. It was normal when he washed the beef last time, but now it seemed more serious.
"Has he always been like this?" Yuan Zhou suddenly started talking to Zheng Jiawei.
"Xiaohai has always done things like this. He thinks this is part of art, so it must be done in an artistic way." Zheng Jiawei's endurance is not bad.
"Have you eaten it?" Yuan Zhou was curious about this.
"I have eaten it before. I went to the hospital to have my stomach washed. Xiaohai likes to cook with paint. He said it looks good and he is very picky about the taste." Zheng Jiawei still had lingering fears when talking about the time he ate it.
"I understand." Yuanzhou nodded solemnly, and Wu Hai had already advanced to the step of chopping vegetables.
"What are you going to do next?" Yuan Zhou asked Wu Hai.
"The green color of vegetables does not match the dark brown color of mushrooms. I want to soak the tender green color, then color it and start frying it." Wu Hai said without looking back.
Yuan Zhou, who was secretly glad to ask the question in advance, quickly said, "It's not worthy now, but it will be very suitable after being fired."
"No, the color matching cannot be careless. If you match it now, it will match better when it is fried." Wu Hai rejected Yuan Zhou and said to himself.
"Suddenly I feel a little sorry for Wu Hai's pot. Who knows what kind of mess it ate." Yuan Zhou couldn't help complaining.
"It's okay, just change to another one." Zheng Jiawei was very calm this time, but he did not raise his orchid fingers, but silently clenched the emetic medicine in his hand.
After Yuanzhou discussed with Wu Hai for a long time, he still insisted on his opinion and believed that the colors need to be matched before they can be put into the pot.
"Actually, Wu Hai Pigment is really inedible." Yuan Zhou felt that he had talked more in the morning than in the whole day.
"No, I use the best one." Wu Hai said nonchalantly.
"No matter how good it is, it's still paint and can't be eaten!" Yuan Zhou said emphatically.
"You still learned the color matching and specific layout from me." Wu Hai glanced at Yuan Zhou with disdain.
"But I am the chef." Yuan Zhou crossed his arms and said with certainty.
"You still learned from me." Wu Hai firmly believed that he was right.
"This way you can make stir-fried vegetables." Yuan Zhou said abruptly.
"What should I do with the mushrooms?" Wu Hai asked in a daze when the topic was suddenly changed.
"Ignore it, just cook vegetables." Yuan Zhou said firmly.
Without the two vegetables, Wuhai became much more normal. Without contrast, there would be no color matching. Yuanzhou had finally prevented the threat of the green vegetables being painted over.
As for cooking with a paintbrush, Yuan Zhou said that there is no need to correct this, but the necessary skills need to be explained.
"Cold the pan and heat the oil. When you serve the dishes, the timing must be the same. You can speed up your hands, so that the messy appearance after cooking will be a beautiful composition." Yuan Zhou's explanation was very helpful to Wu Hai.
Yuan Zhou's teaching method is probably to teach students according to their aptitude. It's okay for Wu Hai to like to use a paintbrush. If there are no side dishes, there is no harm. At most, it will be half-cooked, but it won't kill him, right...
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