Yes, she had been focusing on Jiang Qianfan's cleanliness, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and neurasthenia before, forgetting his achievements in this field and his demeanor.
The scene in front of me has the feeling of being a talented woman.
Elise and Jiang Qianfan belong to the same world.
Not to mention that Elise, who is the chef, turned out to be such a beautiful woman. Her blond hair was neatly combed and tucked behind her head. In Lin Kesong's impression, female chefs are all plump and fat, and Elise is completely a stunner.
It's a pity that Jiang Qianfan's eyes can't see, otherwise Elise's existence is so pleasing to the eye.
"Is this the student you sent to me?"
Elise looked at Lin Kesong with interest, and put her finger on her chin. The acupuncture-like sight before seemed to disappear.
"Yes. She has no basis."
"Without any foundation?" Elise showed a surprised expression. "You would accept a student who has no experience in the kitchen?"
I'm sorry I didn't know anything and made you laugh.
Lin Kesong sighed in his heart.
"Do you usually cook something to eat at home?" Elise still asked reluctantly.
"I will cook instant noodles."
Lin Kesong snorted and laughed a little ugly.
In school, either follow Song Yiran to eat out or eat in the school cafeteria. Back home, there is a mother who is a good wife and a good mother, and she has never touched a spatula.
Elise chuckled lightly and looked at Jiang Qianfan: "You did it on purpose to give me a problem."
"Precisely because there is no experience, I have to give her experience."
"Okay." Elise clapped her hands and said to Lin Kesong, "Come with me. But if your hand is cut, don't cry in my kitchen."
"Yes, Chef."
At this time, Jiang Qianfan said: "Lin Kesong, you have to remember that the focus of your coming here today is not speed, but cutting the ingredients in the correct way. Do you understand?"
"Understood."
Elise raised her eyebrows, "Mr. Jiang, what you say will make her lazy, but it's not good for my discipline."
"Since she followed you into the back kitchen, she won't have inertia." Jiang Qianfan took out the blind stick and went upstairs.
"Let's go." Elise took Lin Kesong into the back kitchen.
As they walked, Elise introduced her to the employees who were working here.
Then she took her to a man in his thirties.
"Pepper, her name is Croissant. Pronounced like a French croissant. Follow you today. She's a newbie, so don't expect her speed. I'll teach her how to slice some simple ingredients myself, You assign her work."
Lin Kesong is a little embarrassed, it seems that many people use French croissants as an analogy to pronounce her name.
Pepper nodded. "Yes, Chef."
Elise nodded and demonstrated in front of Lin Kesong how to cut potatoes, onions, carrots and other vegetables. Although it's just cutting things, from Elise's neat technique and unique perspective, she has a very solid foundation.
"Remember?" Elise looked at Lin Kesong.
"Remember." Lin Kesong nodded.
Elise raised the corner of her lips slightly, from her eyes, Lin Ke Song saw a faint mockery. She didn't believe that Lin Kesong remembered it. Or remember that there is always a distance from the actual operation.
"Try it." Elise pushed an onion in front of Lin Kesong.
Onions are already soaked. Lin Kesong pressed it on the table and cut it down from the middle. Next, place half of the slices on the table and start slitting. Lin Kesong noticed that Elise cut onions very quickly. She knew she would choke easily if she cut too slowly. And in the busy kitchen, there is no extra time for her to soak the cut onions.
She could only bite the bullet and cut it down as quickly as possible. Especially being stared at by Elise, Lin Ke Song felt a thorn on his back.
When the first onion was completely cut, Elis reached out and grabbed the onions that Lin Kesong had cut and let them fall from his fingers. She looked at them with scrutiny, and said unhurriedly: "Although the action is very slow, the thickness of the sliced onions is not uniform, but at least the method is correct. Let's continue like this. Pepper, you have to take care of her. You must check what she cuts out."
"Yes, Chef." Pepper nodded.
When Elis left, the whole back kitchen got busy.
Pepper's knife is very fast, placing the small potatoes side by side on the countertop, holding down with his hands, and cutting down all the small potatoes with one knife.
Lin Kesong also tried it. She couldn't hold so many at one time, so she only tried three.
Pepper just glanced at Lin Kesong without explaining much.
At first, Lin Ke Song was very slow to cut, but gradually, she was influenced by the speed of Pepper on the side, from grabbing the potatoes, holding them down, cutting them along the edges of her fingers, and throwing them into the plate, even Pepper also turned his face to look at Lin Kesong.
In less than half an hour, the small potatoes were cut.
"You should be glad you didn't cut your finger. You don't have to chase my speed."
Pepper turned around and fetched the onion from the freezer. Only Lin Kesong stood there blankly.
Only then did she realize that she had caught up with the chopping speed of Pepper, a veteran chef.
He raised his finger and looked at it, remembering the feeling of the blade swiping along his finger, and breaking out into a cold sweat.
Several onions were pressed in front of Lin Kesong, and Pepper's voice sounded: "Continue."
Lin Kesong took a breath and started cutting the onion according to Elise's technique.
She tried her best not to be affected by Pepper around her, and prepared herself before every cut. For example, the thickness reserved by the fingers, such as the angle of the knife, once determined, she cut it without hesitation, trying her best to keep the thickness of each slice of onion uniform, and not destroy the moisture contained in the onion.
Pepper glanced at Lin Kesong and stopped talking.
From nine to eleven in the morning, Lin Kesong was chopping vegetables beside Pepper.
And after eleven, it's like hell.
Today is the weekend, and there are more customers than usual with reservations.
Across the wall, Lin Kesong could hear the cook's roar.
"Why isn't the onion soup at table seven ready yet!"
"Where's the fried okra at table nine!"
“Are you ready for the mini tortellini at table three!”
Everyone is busy with their heads down.
Elise was also patrolling the kitchen. When she passed by Lin Kesong, she deliberately stopped, took some onion slices from the basket in front of her, and threw them back without saying a word.
Lin Kesong waited for her comment, but she didn't say a word.
Elise clapped her hands and caught everyone's attention. She again divided everyone's work, including Pepper.
"Pepper! There were twelve of Mr. Ellio and his friends, and they all ordered puff pastry salmon! I need you to handle it carefully! And there are twenty orders of cheesy chicken tacos today! You have to talk to me! Baking speed!"
"Yes! Chef!"
When Elise's voice fell, the entire back kitchen boiled again.
"Hey, these are for you!" Pepper put a small basket of garlic in front of Lin Kesong, "You need to slice them thinly!"
"Oh well!"
Thinly sliced…
Pepper seemed to know what Lin Kesong was thinking, and pushed a glass bowl in front of her: "It's cut like this. Here, not everything is taught by hand, you have to observe and test it yourself!"
Without giving Lin Crosong time to react, Pepper went to deal with the salmon.
Lin Kesong took a breath, put the garlic clove in his palm, and observed its thickness and the angle of the bevel.
She pushed aside the garlic and cut it piece by piece. Since it was so thin, she had to be careful not to get her hands cut, so progress was slow.
When Pepper finished processing a salmon and looked back at Lin Kesong, he sighed forcefully: "At your speed, you won't be able to cut all these garlic cloves until all the guests have finished their meal!"
Just when he wanted to teach Lin Kesong, he was called away. Before leaving, he could only say: "Don't be so rigid! Remember the rhythm!"
Lin Kesong glanced at the garlic slices and remembered how Pepper cut five small potatoes with one stroke before. Suddenly, he felt that the sliced garlic cloves were really stupid and slow.
She pokes all the garlic cloves apart, puts together similar-sized cloves, and slants them over the knife.
At first, all the garlic cloves were scattered when she moved the knife. Later, she found that the fingers holding the garlic cloves had to use skill to hold the garlic cloves.
From being clumsy at first, Lin Kesong has his own rhythm even though he is slow. No matter how busy other people are, Lin Kesong always maintains a rhythm that is unhurried and unhurried to outsiders.
"Where are the garlic slices! Where are the garlic slices!"
Elise's roar sounded.
Lin Kesong's shoulders shook, and Pepper suddenly ran in front of Lin Kesong, "How much have you cut?"
"Not finished..."
Lin Kesong thought, it's over, if he cuts too slowly, he will definitely be roared and roared.
Pepper grabbed the sliced garlic in the glass bowl and gave Lin Kesong a thoughtful look.
"sorry… "
Without saying a word, Pepper pressed the glass bowl into Lin Kesong's hand: "Send it over! I'll take the rest!"
"okay!"
Lin Kesong ran towards the chef with the bowl in his hand. Elise took the glass bowl away without looking at who it was.
Lin Kesong nervously watched Elise spread the garlic slices on the plate, thinking she would say something, but she didn't say anything.
Lin Kesong rushed back to Pepper's side and found that his knife cut through the garlic cloves at a speed that he couldn't see clearly, and the thin slices of garlic were attached to the knife surface, almost like a machine.
Soon, all the garlic cloves were cut.
Pepper lifted his apron to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and glanced at Lin Kesong.
"Go get a salmon from the freezer."
"Yes." Lin Kesong came to the seafood refrigerator, found a fish according to Pepper's pronunciation, and hugged it.
Pepper stared at Lin Kesong, and then scolded: "Is this a salmon? Don't you even know salmon? What do you know?"
Lin Kesong was shocked by his voice and shrugged his shoulders.
She really doesn't know salmon. She had never been to the vegetable market a few times, but at most she could tell the difference between catfish and Wuchang fish. Like salmon, a common fish in western food... She doesn't know it at all...
Pepper grabbed Lin Kesong by the collar, took her to the seafood freezer, pointed to some kind of fish and said, "This is salmon! Capbelton from Canada is the best salmon! Look at its head. Department! The lines of its belly! And its tail!"
Lin Kesong was so roared by Pepper that he couldn't even open his eyes.
It's over, she's hated by Pepper.
After that, Pepper took a fish, took a special board, and laid the salmon flat.
"I'll only teach you once."
Lin Kesong's dispirited mood shook, and when he heard that Pepper was going to teach himself, he immediately opened his eyes wide.
"The first is to sterilize the knife." Pepper sprayed some kind of liquid on the knife surface in front of Lin Kesong, and then set it on fire.
Only then did Lin Kesong understand that it was alcohol.
Pepper explained to Lin Crosong the structure of the salmon, the location of the material, and the details of the treatment.
He spoke very quickly and was in English again. Lin Kesong couldn't react immediately. He could only watch him smoothly cut the fish meat along the fish bone, slice it into pieces of similar thickness, and put it aside.
Lin Kesong tilted his head, observing the cuts of the cut fish, paying attention to the angle between Pepper's knife and the texture of the fish, and even the force of the knife.
"Don't squeeze and tear it with your hands. This will destroy the texture of the fish, making the fish loose and losing its taste. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Lin Kesong memorized this sentence.
Pepper continued to cut the salmon, moving so smoothly that Lin Kesong's eyes couldn't keep up.
Soon, twelve pieces of salmon were cut.
Pepper was busy doing other things again. Because the chicken used for the chicken wrap needs to be processed.
It seems that because there are more guests in the restaurant than expected, the whole back kitchen is busy.
The twelve pieces of salmon were brought to the chef, but the person who brought the plate fell and all the salmon pieces fell to the ground.
"Is the chicken breast ready?"
"I'm deboning! And let no one live!" Pepper responded loudly.
"Pepper—the salmon fell to the ground and can't be used!"
"Oh shit-"
There was chaos in the kitchen, and there was some order in the chaos. But only Lin Kesong, like an outsider, can only follow Pepper, but she doesn't know what to do.
"Please find something to do yourself! Chop garlic, potatoes, whatever!" Pepper was clearly losing his patience.
Lin Ke Song had to bite the bullet and shout: "Does anyone need me to cut something?"
No one answered.
Or because it's Lin Kesong, no one needs her to cut anything.
Lin Kesong just felt embarrassed. All she needs is to do something.
They wouldn't turn to her for help, even if they were devastated.
"Did you see what to do with salmon just now?"
Lin Kesong nodded.
"Understood, still don't understand! Speak!" Pepper's anger rose again.
"clear!"
"Then go!"
Lin Kesong immediately raised 120,000 cautions, found a salmon from the freezer, and cut the fish neatly along the bones of the fish according to what Pepper did, without hesitation or hesitation.
Then follow the lines of the fish, stroking to make sure there are no fish bones, and carefully push out the spines. After all the bones were ejected, Lin Kesong recalled Pepper's actions and cut the skin and flesh of the fish. It's just that her experience is not as rich as Pepper's. The fish skin cut by Pepper is very thin, but there is still a clear layer of fish flesh on the skin cut by Lin Kesong.
No time to wrestle with this. Lin Kesong confirmed the direction of the fish's texture according to the angle he had memorized, and cut it down one by one.
She put the fish in a glass tray and brought it to Pepper: "Is this okay?"
Pepper lowered his head and glanced, then resumed processing the chicken.
Two seconds later, he turned around again, looked at the fish, and looked at Lin Kesong, his eyes were somewhat indescribable.
"Hurry up and take it to the chef! Hurry up! Get moving!"
Lin Kesong immediately turned around, ran over, and handed the fish to Elise.
"Why is it only delivered now! Tell Pepper to hurry up! Is he going to let the guests eat plates!"
Just as Lin Kesong was about to explain something, Elise had already turned her head. She had to silently return to Pepper's side.
Pepper, looking as usual, didn't even ask her what Elise's reaction was when she saw the salmon.
After Pepper finished processing the chicken breasts, the beef cuts started again.
Although Pepper looked extremely busy, she still reminded him what part of the beef he was cutting belonged to, what characteristics it had in taste, and so on. Then Lin Ke Song was called to cut the garlic cloves again. It's just that the more she cut, the smoother it was, and the time was a lot less than at the beginning.
The lunch rush is about to pass, and the atmosphere of the entire back kitchen has also relaxed slightly.
Lin Kesong exhaled and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
It wasn't until two o'clock in the afternoon that the tight strings in the back kitchen finally loosened.
Someone else brought Coke, and a group of people gathered around and drank it.
"Hello, are you hungry?" Pepper asked suddenly.
Only then did Lin Kesong realize that he hadn't eaten lunch at all.
"Make you a sandwich?"
"thank you so much!"
At this moment, someone suddenly called Lin Kesong's name outside the kitchen door.
"Lin Kesong! Mr. Jiang told you to go to the third floor!"
"Oh! Immediately!"
Lin Kesong looked at Pepper, who nodded and motioned her to go up.
Lin Kesong was immediately apprehensive. She has been yelled at by Pepper several times in the past few hours... It is estimated that this will be settled after the fall.
But there is a first time for everything. She is just a rookie, her hair has not grown yet, do you still expect her to be able to fly
Taking a breath, Lin Kesong walked up to the third floor.
Every step carries a heavy heart.
She kept reviewing the things she had done wrong, like the uneven shredding of the onions, the slow movement, the waste of the salmon skin sticking to so much flesh and being cut off, and...she doesn't know salmon...
The third floor here is an open-air terrace like a garden.
The sun came down warmly, the flowers on the edge of the platform were blooming gorgeously, and this was the softest place in this steel forest.
There was a dining table in the center of the terrace, and before the dining table sat Elise and Jiang Qianfan.
Jiang Qianfan was still the same, with a blind stick in both hands, his back straight, and there was no superfluous expression on his face.
"How was your experience in the back kitchen on the first day?" Elise asked her with a face that seemed to be relaxed.
In her eyes, Lin Kesong was a nobody worth mentioning.
So she could only smile without saying a word.
"The shredded onion is not bad, just for a beginner. If you practice more, you will cut it more beautifully."
"I will try my best." Lin Kesong lowered his head.
Jiang Qianfan raised his right hand and stretched it towards Lin Kesong: "Come here."
His "come here" voice was very soft, and Elise's originally dull expression suddenly seemed to change color.
Jiang Qianfan's hand was still in the air, as if he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted. His eyes turned in her direction, as if looking at her.
Lin Kesong suddenly became at a loss. What should she give Jiang Qianfan
A cup of tea was placed on the table in front of him, and it was still steaming slightly, so what he wanted was not a teacup.
Is that... a sugar cube? condensed milk
Lin Kesong slowly stretched out his hand as if being pulled.
The moment her fingertips just touched the opponent, Jiang Qianfan's fingers suddenly tightened, clasping her, and pulling her over with a single force.
Lin Kesong thought that he would collide with the opponent, but Jiang Qianfan had already turned to his side, pulling Lin Kesong between his folded long legs.
Such a distance and position are too ambiguous. Just as Lin Kesong was about to open the distance, Jiang Qianfan actually raised her hand to his nose.
She gasped.
The tip of Jiang Qianfan's nose seemed to rub against the back of her hand. At that moment, all the sensations in her body rushed to the small piece of skin, and her shoulders and back quickly tightened.
His breath was so clear that the air rushed over her skin as if to open all the pores.
"I smelled onions, potatoes, green peppers, garlic cloves, eggplants and salmon."
The slightly cold voice in the calm, listened to Lin Kesong's ears, like a stream, quietly pouring into all the depressions in his heart.
"You've cut a lot today."
Lin Kesong did not speak. Because the Jiang Qianfan in front of him was soft and unreal.
The slightly drooping eyes are very mysterious, making it impossible to guess what he is thinking.
Lin Kesong wanted to take his hand back.
Because every time Jiang Qianfan spoke, she had the illusion that the back of her hand would touch the other's lips.
He raised his head, looking up.
She saw pure devotion in his eyes.