"Then I won't let you stay with Xiaoxue."
"In that case, why don't you sacrifice yourself and stay with me?" Song Yiran tilted her head and smiled like a cat that just finished eating fish.
Lin Kesong patted the back of his head, ignoring him.
Sometimes she really wants to ask the bastard how you'd look if she actually said "yes".
In the evening, my uncle cooked a table of good dishes. He was very happy to see Lin Kesong coming back, but Lin Xiaoxue, who was beside him, kept his face cold.
"It's rare today that you're back, and I'm also here. In the past, Xiaoxue and I were alone. On her birthday last year, this girl went camping in the national park with her classmates, forgetting my dad. Gotta be clean!"
"Dad! Didn't I send you a supplement later?" Lin Xiaoxue glanced at Song Yiran.
She still cared about Song Yiran's opinion of her.
Lin Kesong was surprised. Before, my uncle had doubts because Song Yiran was too good-looking, worried that Lin Kesong would be hurt if he really fell in love with him. Now instead of calling him Mr. Song or the like, he still calls him "Yi Ran". What kind of ecstasy soup did Song Yiran pour into his uncle
Uncle laughed twice, turned to Lin Kesong and said, "Did you study well with your teacher? Generally, chefs who have won Michelin-star dishes are very busy. Did he teach you anything?"
"Because I have almost never been in the kitchen, I started from the very basics. For example, understanding the ingredients, cutting techniques, and distinguishing the level of taste, etc."
"That means you haven't learned to cook a single dish yet?" Lin Xiaoxue said coldly, "Your competition will start in more than two months. Are you doing cannon fodder like this?"
"Xiaoxue!" Uncle lowered his voice.
"I mean, Dad, you have to give your cousin a little face. What do you know about ingredients, how to cut things and taste, etc. It's obvious that the other party is perfunctory. That's a Michelin star chef, how can you teach me? A rookie. What a waste of time." Lin Xiaoxue turned her face away and rolled her eyes.
This little girl's revenge is really heavy.
"Ignore her, she's just like that!" Uncle Lin sighed and whispered to Lin Xiaoxue, "There are still guests here today, how ugly do you want to be?"
"Anyway, don't you think my own daughter is not as filial as my cousin? Then let her make a bowl of noodles for you to eat! After all, today is your birthday!"
"You..." Uncle was choked and had to shake his head.
Lin Xiaoxue's attitude made Lin Kesong gradually feel a little embarrassed.
"Then make a bowl of noodles." Song Yiran patted Lin Kesong on the shoulder and said, "You just came to New York, and Uncle Lin has been taking care of you. You can make a bowl of noodles for him to eat. It doesn't matter whether it's delicious or not. , it's all intentions."
Song Yiran said this, and Lin Kesong felt that it was fine. Jiang Qianfan prepared a birthday cake or something, not even the money.
In her mind, what came to mind was the scene of Jiang Qianfan cooking her shredded noodles with mushrooms and pork in the kitchen that night.
She remembered every movement and every process he made.
She also wanted to give it a try. Without Jiang Qianfan by her side, would she really know nothing.
"Okay, uncle, I'll go get you a bowl of noodles. Song Yiran, you can drink some beer with my uncle!"
"Okay, a little more. I've only eaten the instant noodles you cooked! You also let me dabble in Uncle Lin's light."
"Okay, if it doesn't taste good, you have to endure it all."
"no problem."
Lin Kesong smiled and went to the kitchen next door. This is where my uncle cooks for the family.
She found pork, shiitake mushrooms, identified all the seasonings, and soba noodles. She boiled the water first, then cut the mushrooms and pork into shreds according to Jiang Qianfan's instructions. I patted the garlic cloves, prepared shredded ginger, and marinated the pork.
Jiang Qianfan said that the difference between a top chef and an ordinary chef is not the process but the details. These details include quantities and degrees.
Lin Kesong first fry the water in the mushrooms and put them aside. Add a small amount of ice cubes to the boiling noodle soup to increase the elasticity of the noodles. The figure of Jiang Qianfan was completely in her mind, and she used her memory to imitate all his movements and procedures.
Until the end, she mixed the noodles, picked up a small piece with chopsticks and put it into her mouth.
She blinked her eyes. Although it was not as rich as Jiang Qianfan's in terms of taste, and the pork was a little bit older, she was very satisfied with the result of her first cooking.
As he put his face on the table, Lin Kesong pondered in his heart. When stir-frying shredded pork, she should adjust the heat, and she should be less hesitant when stir-frying. The time to stir-fry shiitake mushrooms and pork shreds is a bit late.
The uncle was obviously very happy when he saw the noodles: "Oh, this is noodles with shredded mushrooms and pork! In the past, Xiaoxue's mother used to make it for me to eat!"
"You really made it? It looks pretty good, but I don't know if the taste will be very explosive." Song Yiran blinked.
Lin Ke Song really wanted to hit him on the head with chopsticks.
Uncle has raised his chopsticks, took a bowl, blew it and put it in his mouth.
"Mmm! Mmm! It tastes good! Croissant, the noodles are very elastic!"
"Because after boiling, I added ice once."
"Oh, heat expansion and cold contraction, is this method to make the noodles more elastic? I wrote it down!"
Lin Xiaoxue was playing with her mobile phone and whispered, "How could it be so magical."
Song Yiran also took a bite, "Mushrooms taste pretty good too. There is no excess water and it is very fragrant."
Lin Kesong smiled.
"You can also eat the noodles made by your cousin. It tastes really good."
Lin Xiaoxue still sat there motionless.
Song Yiran took another half of the bowl indifferently, and bumped into Lin Kesong lightly, saying, "At this level, why don't I invest in a store for you, so you can sell shiitake mushroom noodles!"
"Ke Song, is this what your teacher taught you to do? It looks simple, but there are many skills!" Uncle couldn't help but ask.
"Actually... I haven't had enough classes to be taught this by the teacher. It's just that one night I was so hungry that I wanted to find something to eat in the kitchen, but I was bumped by him. He was right in front of me, Made this noodles for me to eat. I just wrote down the process of making it."
"You really know how to brag. The master not only wants to teach you from the basics, but also gets up in the middle of the night to cook you supper?" Lin Xiaoxue raised the corners of her lips with a mocking smile.
Lin Kesong was dumbfounded. It does sound incredible. Putting it on Jiang Qianfan's body is even more incredible.
"Don't pay attention to this girl. Most of the time, she had another friend to play with today, and she had to stay with me, the old guy, which made her unhappy."
This dinner, Lin Xiaoxue didn't eat much. On the contrary, uncle and Song Yiran chatted about restaurant management, and Song Yiran's knowledge made him appreciate it very much.
It was almost half past eight after dinner.
Lin Kesong looked at the time on his phone and thought to himself if Miller would arrive on time at nine o'clock, would he be able to stay a little longer
Song Yiran's head came closer, and his hair brushed against Lin Kesong's ears: "Why are you looking at your phone all the time?"
"Oh... My teacher said he'd pick me up at nine o'clock. Maybe tomorrow he'll take me to the back of a restaurant."
"Have you been to the back chef of a high-end restaurant? Is it Chinese or Western?" Uncle's interest was suddenly raised.
"It's Western."
"So what are you doing in there? Watching how they cook Western food?"
"No. The back kitchen is so busy that if I stand there and watch, I'll disturb others. I'm there to help cut onions and garlic. I'm also yelled at because I can't tell the salmon. I Sliced salmon fillets, the chef there says they can't fault it."
Speaking of this, Lin Kesong was still very happy.
"In that case, don't let your teacher wait. Let's cut the cake!" Uncle fully supported Lin Kesong's study.
Song Yiran took the cake.
The box is very delicate, and you can know the texture is very particular just by touching it with your hand.
Lin Xiaoxue, who had been playing with her mobile phone, glanced at the cake box, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she leaned over: "Isn't this a blue tulip cake? How did you buy it?"
"Blue tulip?" Uncle was also stunned.
"Ah? What happened to the blue tulip?" Lin Kesong didn't understand why Lin Xiaoxue was surprised.
“Blue Tulip is a well-known dessert shop in New York. Last year, their ginger meringue cake received a five-star review from Gourmet. Just two months ago, their new passion fruit carrot cake was again The signature dish has appeared on the Red Treasure Mirror, which is currently the most advanced restaurant in New York that focuses on desserts.” Uncle explained.
"How did you buy it? A birthday cake needs to be reserved at least three months in advance! I have a classmate whose father is the vice president of a certain bank. Even if he celebrates his birthday, the reservation conditions are the same!"
"It was my teacher who heard that I was coming back for my uncle's birthday, so he temporarily ordered it for me."
Lin Kesong never thought that Jiang Qianfan would order her such an expensive cake.
Lin Xiaoxue opened her mouth, she might want to refute Lin Kesong, she felt that her teacher would not bother her. However, if it was only with Lin Kesong's own connections, it would be impossible to order this cake.
She could only wait, when the lid was opened, the cake inside was a copycat. In this way, she can mock Lin Kesong severely.
Song Yiran and his uncle lifted the box carefully, revealing the cake inside.
European-style cakes are very simple, without too many fruits. But at a glance, you can see that the cream on top is very uniform, and the chocolate powder is evenly sprinkled on the surface. The rose petals formed from the cream are dotted with sugar granules, and the peeled lemon is spread on top. The contrast of colors is soft and the layout is not very compact, but it has an elegant feel.
This is indeed a blue tulip birthday cake style.
But Lin Xiaoxue still didn't believe it, and only knew when she cut it open and looked at it.
When my uncle finished making his wish and raised his hand to cut the cake, there was a clear layer of cake and cream, and a thin layer of fruit.
The fruit is obviously fresh, not canned.
When Lin Xiaoxue took the first bite, she found that she couldn't help it at all, she wanted to eat her heart out and swallow the whole piece of birthday cake.
The soft cream will not make people greasy because it is too sweet, and even the taste is more layered because of the fragrance and sourness of lemon. The fluffy cake is soft and elastic, and the texture brought by the high-quality butter in the cake base makes it impossible to stop.
Lin Kesong closed his eyes and savored the ingredients little by little.
Sure enough, the deliciousness of the deliciousness is due to the radiance of the flavors and the balance of quantity between the ingredients. If the butter is one point more, the cake embryo will be soft and sticky. If the sweetness of the cream is one point less, the sourness of the lemon will dominate and cause imbalance.
Everything is controlled.
At this moment, Lin Kesong's cell phone rang.
"Hello, Miller? You're already here? I'll be out right now."
After Lin Kesong hugged his uncle, he was about to leave.
Song Yiran accompanied her to the street. A black Bentley glowed coldly under the streetlights.
"This is your pumpkin carriage? Now you're going back to your fairy godmother?" Song Yiran said with a smile.
Lin Kesong smiled: "If I complain to you about my fairy godmother, don't ignore me."
"How is it possible?"
When the driver Miller was about to open the door for Lin Kesong, Song Yiran said, "Let me come."
He opened the car door and watched Lin Kesong sit in.
"Hey, Croissant."
"Um?"
"Your shredded pork noodles with mushrooms today is really delicious."
"Is there anything better than the one at the Wave Hotel?" Lin Kesong asked with a smile.
"Better than anything I've ever eaten."
Song Yiran smiled. His fingers pinched on the tip of Lin Kesong's nose.
Lin Kesong had a feeling that he couldn't come back to his senses.
When he straightened up and closed the door, the light of the street lamp fell silently on his face.
She saw a similar illusion of indulgence in his eyes.
She couldn't tell the difference, the car had already started.
Lin Kesong turned around and saw Song Yiran waving her hand gently, in a sense of ease and ease.
It's just that Song Yiran's face sank as the car got further and further away.
He made a call.
"Kevin, I need you to do me a favor."
There was a loud noise on the other end of the phone, and Kevin was partying in a bar with a bunch of friends.
"Okay! Come and join our celebration party! Shouldn't we celebrate such a big deal?"
Song Yiran took a half step back, leaning against the street lamp, as if the carnival atmosphere on the other end of the phone did not affect him.
"You look busy. Let's talk when you're free."
Song Yiran hung up the phone.
In less than half a minute, his cell phone rang again, and it was Kevin who called back.
"Hey, what do you want me to do for you?"
Much less noise. The other party obviously went to a quiet place.
"I want you to help me find a license plate number."
"That's fine. Which beautiful woman does this license plate belong to? Do I need to tell you all about the other person's measurements, interests, hobbies, etc.?"
"If I guess right, the owner of the car should be a man. I don't mind if you are willing to investigate his measurements and hobbies for me." Song Yiran smiled lightly, took out a cigarette from his pocket and shook it , place one of them between your lips.
"Isn't it? Someone really pryed at your corner? But... are you sure?"
"If a man, let a woman live in his house, make her a late-night snack, and prepare expensive cakes for her family's birthday, what do you think the man is thinking?"
"He wants to soak that woman."
"That's it." Song Yiran raised the corner of his mouth, "Give me the result sooner."
"do not worry."
The car left New York City and returned to Jiang Qianfan's villa.
Mel has returned, and when Lin Ke Song saw him, he felt like he had finally seen the savior.
"I heard about Li Yan entering the villa. In fact, it's not the first time that such a thing has happened before. There are always people who want to enter Mr. Jiang's kitchen and steal his ideas."
"Is this kind of thing happening more than once?" Lin Kesong raised his eyes and looked at Mel.
"Of course. Getting a gourmet recipe is very likely to make a small restaurant famous, and it can bring a dying restaurant back to life. So don't underestimate Mr. Jiang's kitchen."
Lin Kesong exhaled.
"But you don't have to worry too much. I have replaced the security system. Sleep in peace."
Lin Kesong twitched the corners of his lips and said it easily, how could she sleep peacefully like this!
When she returned to the room and opened the bathroom, she found that the bathtub had already been filled with hot water.
She walked out quickly and opened the door, Mel hadn't gone far.
"Mr. Mel, the hot water in my bathtub..."
"You can take a good bath and relax." Mel nodded.
Lin Kesong was instantly happy.
She lay in the hot water and wanted to hum a little song, but considering that it might affect Jiang Qianfan's mood, she could only give up.
When Mel came to Jiang Qianfan's kitchen, he didn't know what he was thinking about.
"Mr. Jiang, I'm back."
"Um."
"Miss Lin is back too."
"Um."
"Also, Elise Quentin called me today to ask about Miss Lin."
"What did she say?" Jiang Qianfan was carrying a small bowl to make some kind of sauce.
"She thinks that you are very concerned about Miss Lin, sir."
"Lin Kesong is now my student."
"But Elise has always been very fond of you, sir. As the heir to a large restaurant group, she chose to be a head chef in your restaurant. You should know why, sir."
"That's not your concern, Mel."
"Of course this is something I should consider. If you can accept Elise, Jiang's and the Quentin Group will be able to become cooperative partners and join forces to be invincible."
"Elise is eager to follow in the footsteps of the strong, and to have someone who understands and agrees with her in her area of focus. She's a strong ally, but marriage is also a war for her. She doesn't understand Understanding, tolerance and respect, she only sees the so-called strong, not the advantages of others. Do you think this kind of marriage is a help or a disaster for me? "
Mel was silent.
"Also, I don't want my marriage to be related to the Jiang family. It's not a balance of interests, it's just marriage." Jiang Qianfan took a small spoon, dipped a little sauce in the bowl, and sipped it lightly. He sighed, frowning slowly.
"I see, sir. It's just that I wouldn't want Elise Quentin to be your enemy if I could."
"If one day she really becomes my enemy, just defeat her."
At this moment, Lin Kesong was lying quietly in the bathtub. In her ears, she kept recalling what Song Yiran had said to her.
Is three months really enough for her to participate in such a competition
She knew that she wasn't cute, and she didn't speak English so smoothly. Even the judges during the audition said they didn't want to see her again. Can she really stay in the game until the end like this
She has been here for many days. Thinking about it carefully, she has gained a lot. She knows how to distinguish the taste level of food, understands that different ingredients have different processing methods, and even she has "internship" in a restaurant that has won a Michelin star, but all this is far from her being able to make a complete match. There is still a long way to go in which judges' aesthetic dishes.
She hadn't even cooked a complete dish under Jiang Qianfan's guidance.
When the water in the bathtub was about to cool down, Lin Ke Song woke up from his deep thoughts.
She dried her hair and stood by the window.
Indeed, she couldn't expect Jiang Qianfan to teach herself everything in every detail, she had to put in her own efforts.
She must try to do something. Only practice can let her master various practical skills as soon as possible.
Everything started with today's shredded pork noodles with shiitake mushrooms. She thought about ways to make the noodles more delicious, and the next step was to prove it.
Anyway, Mel didn't say that she was forbidden to use the kitchen privately, but only said that after each use, she must clean up.
After making up his mind, Lin Kesong left the room and went to the kitchen.
But when she opened the door, she found that there was a light inside, and Jiang Qianfan was standing in front of the stage with his arms folded, not knowing what he was thinking, Lin Kesong took a step back.
Jiang Qianfan's expression was very focused, and the gesture of nodding slightly reminded Lin Kesong of the pines and cypresses on the edge of the cliff.
It seems that she can't use the kitchen today.
"Is it Lin Kesong?"
The cool voice seemed to fiddle with Lin Kesong's heart.
"it's me… "
"What's up?"
"I... thank you for the birthday cake you ordered for me today, my uncle and his family love it... "
"Talk about the point." Jiang Qianfan's posture has not even changed.