There seem to be a lot of guests today...
"Chef Wen, ten servings of Kung Pao Chicken, all by name to taste your cooking!" Zhu Zi shouted at the top of his voice.
Wen Shouzheng frowned, and ordered: "Shitou, don't worry about cooking, first use the ingredients from the small kitchen, and help me prepare ten servings of Kung Pao Chicken! Those little guys outside are too slow to keep up with my cooking." Speed!" Saying this, adjust the amount of oil in the pot and shake it left and right.
"Okay, master, I'll come right away!" Fang Dashi replied.
Xu was in a hurry, Fang Dashi accidentally knocked over the dustpan containing diced carrots, and the orange diced carrots rolled to the ground in an instant.
"Oops!" Fang Dashi yelled, and squatted down to pick up the diced carrots on the ground, but he never thought that he would knock over the porcelain plate containing the diced chicken, and there was another burst of "crackling", making everything messy.
"Stone, are you ready? My oil has boiled!" Wen Shouzheng was concentrating on his frying pan at the moment, without noticing the mess behind him.
"Father, here it is!" A clear and gentle voice said.
Two snow-white hands handed over two plates of colorful dishes.
Wen Shouzheng was surprised, but when he turned his head, he saw Gentle and smiling holding two plates of prepared Kung Pao Chicken.
"Just now I saw brother Shitou knocked over something, so I went outside to prepare the dishes."
Looking over the gentle shoulders, behind her, there are eight other well-matched Kung Pao Chicken neatly placed!
Wen Shouzheng was dumbfounded. He thought Wenrou was just playing with his hands. When he checked again, he saw that the Kung Pao Chicken on each plate was exactly the same: eight taels of chicken breast, one tael of fried peanuts, and one raw egg. , ten pieces of dried chili, ten cloves of garlic, and a bowl of prepared water starch.
Looking at Fang Dashi again, he is still squatting on the ground at this moment, and the ground is still a mess, yellow and white!
"Father, fry it quickly! Otherwise the oil will boil!" Gentle reminded anxiously.
"Oh!" Wen Shouzheng came back to his senses and stopped thinking about it. As a result, the two plates of side dishes that he gently handed over were poured into the pot in order, sautéed garlic cloves, stir-fried over high heat, colored, thickened, seasoned, Let's cook!
Pass the plate gently and swiftly, and serve!
Then two plates of side dishes were handed over, and the pot was tumbling for a while, and the aroma came out of the pot!
Zhuzi went back and forth a few times, and within a short time, with the tacit cooperation of the father and daughter, all ten Kung Pao chicken dishes were completed!
"Chef Wen, there are five more tables of guests, and we want to order Kung Pao Chicken!" Zhu Zi came to deliver the menu again.
"Chef Wen, add four servings of roasted squirrel and mandarin fish in the private room!" Zhu Zi came to urge the dishes again!
"Stone, what are you still doing in a daze, clean up this quickly, hurry up and help me with the dishes!" Wen Shouzheng said, put down the pot, rolled up his sleeves and started to chop vegetables.
"Father, go and cook, I'm here!" Rourou walked over, gently took the kitchen knife in Wen Shouzheng's hand with one hand, and took a basket of carrots with the other hand.
"Sister Rou'er, I'll do it!" Fang Dashi straightened his waist, and was about to step forward to take the kitchen knife from Rourou, when he saw Rourou had already skillfully chopped carrots.
"Crack, crack, crack!" The kitchen knife cut through the fresh carrots and touched the wooden chopping board, making a crisp sound, rhythmic, like a happy movement.
Wen Shouzheng nodded, and turned to heat the oil pan.
After a while, a large basket of carrots turned into small cubes with an inch square, each delicate, like a small treasure.
Wen Shouzheng's oil was hot, and he took over the gently prepared dish, his face full of pride!
"Chef Wen, are you ready? The customer is urging!" Zhu Zi urged again.
"Okay!" Wen Shouzheng let out a long drink, and plates of steaming Kung Pao Chicken came out of the pan.
When Zhu Zi came to urge him again, he saw portions of pine mandarin fish with juicy golden color, exuding appetizing sweet and sour, standing energetically on the plate.
"Chef Wen, your craftsmanship is amazing!" Zhu Zi narrowed his eyes and brought the squirrel mandarin fish with a smile, then stretched out an index finger, wiped a handful of the rich sweet and sour juice on the side of the plate, put it in his mouth and sucked it one time.
"Tsk! It tastes so good!" Zhu Zi made an exaggerated grimace, and went to serve the food with trembling steps.
"This pillar! Fortunately, it is a waiter. If it is a cook, it will not be fat and round!" Wen Shouzheng sighed.
"Father, you're not skinny either!" Gentle and helpless looked at Wen Shouzheng's round belly.
"This child! I smelled oily smoke, it was smoked!" Wen Shouzheng patted gently.
"Oh! There is such a good thing in the kitchen after the daring, but Dad, you have never missed a meal!" Rourou carefully looked at Wen Shouzheng's stomach, drew a long voice, and hid away.
After finally finishing the dinner in Zuixianlou, Wen Shouzheng stretched his arms. This day is really tiring. Originally, he was going to move the ten-altar "Zhuangyuanhong" for a year. Thinking of being gentle at noon, he agreed Shopkeeper Li gave wine tomorrow, so I simply drank the bet wine another day, wrapped a few pieces of cooked beef, and took a few white steamed buns into my arms, bid farewell to everyone, and went home with tenderness Total cock crowing went.
Fang Dashi also went out with Wen Shouzheng.
"Master, sister Rou'er's skill...is too good, when did you practice it?" Fang Dashi couldn't help asking.
"Brother Shitou, don't laugh at me. I just watch my father cook a lot at home. I'll get better after watching too much. I need more practice!" Rourou answered first.
"Master, sister Rou'er is simply a genius in the kitchen! Thinking about how many winter melons I cut and scrapped when I was learning knife skills, it is far from the understanding of sister Rou'er!" Fang Dashi praised.
"Hmm—" Wen Shouzheng smiled without saying a word, but nodded frequently with his hands behind his back.
"Master, have you taught Rou'er how to cook?" Fang Dashi started talking again.
"Yeah, Rou'er, how do you know how to be worthy?" Wen Shouzheng also felt strange at this time, and turned to look at Wen Rou.
"Hee hee, I watched Brother Shitou's matchmaking before, and I remembered it deeply in my heart. If I said I would also like to thank Brother Shitou for his personal demonstration!" Rourou simply made up a lie, and related her cooking skills in her previous life to Ying. In Fang Dashi's demonstration, apart from understanding that he is gentle and has an excellent memory, other things are also thoughtful.
"Shitou, you've been busy all day, go back and rest early!" Wen Shouzheng was thinking that he hadn't figured it out yet, how could he let this kid ask all the questions, so he simply sent him back, and the father and daughter were free.
Fang Dashi left full of doubts and envy.
Wen Shouzheng could no longer restrain the excitement in his heart, "Rou'er, tell Dad quickly, how did you do it?"
"Father?" Gently and calmly looked at Wen Shouzheng who was very excited.
Wen Shouzheng probably realized at this moment that he had lost his composure, so he quickly cleared his throat and tried his best to regain his composure.
"Father, it's really nothing! I just watched what you made, and Brother Shitou made again, and I remembered it." Rourou deliberately simplifies the matter of cooking, in a word , I have a great memory!
Wen Shouzheng was dubious, and looked around at his daughter. Her delicate appearance didn't look like a cook at all!
Forget it, who made Rou'er my daughter! Who made me the number one chef of Zuixianlou! This is probably the reason why the tiger father has no dog daughter!
The more Wen Shouzheng thought about it, the more complacent he became, and he laughed out loud again.
In the middle of the night, there was almost no one on the road. Hearing his father's laughter from time to time, Wen Wen couldn't help shrugging his shoulders, it was so creepy!
022 Fragrant Wine