Lin Kesong was stunned, why did Jiang Qianfan always know everything? She hated his sharpness. Can't we just leave some room for people
"I made shredded pork noodles with shiitake mushrooms for my uncle today. I don't think I'm perfect, so I want to come here to practice and improve."
"You do it."
Jiang Qianfan's answer surprised Lin Kesong. Doesn't this guy love quiet to the point of morbidity
"You look like you're working on a new menu... I think I'll disturb you."
"If that's the case, you'll never use this kitchen."
Lin Kesong choked.
Jiang Qianfan means that he will often stay in this kitchen
And he didn't mind her crackling beside him
But even if he didn't mind, she would mind! She originally only wanted to explore the process by herself, but Jiang Qianfan's hearing was so keen, if she was doing him while commenting, she would definitely be in a hurry!
"If you don't plan to use the kitchen, please close the door when you leave." Jiang Qianfan turned around and walked towards the fresh-keeping cabinet where the ingredients were stored.
Lin Kesong was heartbroken, what he made was originally for people to eat, so he shouldn't be afraid of other people's evaluation.
Moreover, Jiang Qianfan is her teacher, and every suggestion he said may be more precise and accurate than her own blind elephant.
"Then I'll interrupt!"
Lin Kesong walked into the kitchen and closed the door.
She prepared her ingredients and started to cook her Mushroom Shredded Pork Noodles step by step. Compared with his uncle's kitchen, Lin Kesong was more focused at this moment. She made up for the details that she hadn't noticed before.
It wasn't until she mixed her own noodles that she realized that from beginning to end, Jiang Qianfan was on the opposite side of the table, folded his arms and lowered his head, motionless and silent.
Lin Ke Song said that since the other party was thinking, it's best not to disturb him. She lowered her head and tasted the noodles she had made.
Since she couldn't find soba noodles, she chose one that is often used as soup noodles.
The first bite she took, she realized it was egg noodles. The noodles are similar, but also very soft. She overcooked it a little.
This time, the shredded pork with mushrooms was well fried, and the soup was delicious, but when mixed into the noodles, there was a feeling of mud beef entering the sea. The fresh aroma was replaced by the batter taste, and it was not as delicious as the one made at my uncle's house.
Lin Kesong took a breath and failed. But she didn't have the courage to dump the noodles in front of Jiang Qianfan. Although she knew that maybe Jiang Qianfan's attention was not on her at all.
She was going to eat the noodles in one go, and then start again silently.
Just when she ate half of the bowl, Jiang Qianfan suddenly said, "Bring it here and let me taste it."
Lin Kesong shivered, almost choking himself.
"No... no need... it's a failure..."
"You chose the wrong noodles. The noodles used to make the noodles must be elastic and not easy to mash. But you chose egg noodles, which are soft and smooth, but the cooking time and heat are difficult to control. If it were me, if I had to use egg noodles to make noodles, I would choose to pick up the noodles when they are translucent, run cold water, wash off the excess flour, stir the noodles with ice cubes, and tighten the texture of the noodles. Set aside. After the shredded shiitake mushrooms are cooked, put the noodles back in the boiling water and cook until fully cooked. Drain the water and mix with the shredded shiitake mushrooms.”
Before he even tasted her noodles, he already knew where she failed
This made Lin Kesong's frustration even heavier.
"So, I'm going to do it again." Lin Ke Song wanted to throw away the rest of the noodles now.
Jiang Qianfan stretched out his hand towards her: "The face. Maybe your failure is not only here."
Lin Kesong stood there for two seconds. She hasn't been stabbed by Jiang Qianfan for a while.
Dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water. Anyway, she couldn't make food that satisfies each other's cunning taste.
"I have already eaten this bowl of noodles." Lin Kesong reminded kindly.
Jiang Qianfan didn't say anything, just picked up the chopsticks, and just picked up a little, the noodles broke.
Lin Kesong shrugged, she could imagine what kind of evaluation she would receive. In her opinion, there is no need for Jiang Qianfan to eat this noodles.
Jiang Qianfan still put the face into his mouth.
"The frying time of shredded pork and shiitake mushrooms should be 10 to 15 seconds earlier. The amount of shiitake mushrooms is too much, which covers the original taste of the shredded pork. The amount of cooking wine is slightly less, and the thickness of the ginger slices should be half, otherwise it will The aroma of the shredded mushrooms can't be fully squeezed out of the oil. Also, the shredded shiitake mushrooms don't have enough broth compared to the amount of noodles you're cooking, so they don't mix evenly with the noodles."
"Yes."
For these, if Jiang Qianfan didn't bring it up, she might just focus on choosing the wrong noodles. But when he said it in a calm tone, Lin Kesong realized that there were so many details that he needed to pay attention to.
Jiang Qianfan pushed the noodles aside and said lightly, "The most important advice I can give you is that when you choose ingredients, be sure to figure out its characteristics, including its aroma, toughness, and even taste. Even if it is the same ingredient, because of the subtle differences in the production methods and various materials, it will eventually lead to completely different results.”
"I remember."
"Go." Jiang Qianfan lowered his head again, looking at the small bowl in front of him.
This time, Lin Kesong had to be a lot more careful. This time, she finally found the soba noodles, and she cut off a small piece and put it into her mouth to feel the firmness of the noodles.
When she made the noodles again, she took a bite. The noodles tasted good, and the freshness of shredded mushrooms was also what she wanted.
She took out a small bowl and brought it to Jiang Qianfan.
"If it were me, I would cook the soba noodles for one more minute. Soba noodles are different from egg noodles. Egg noodles are easier to absorb the taste of the sauce, but the soba noodles themselves are not so tasty. Cooking an extra minute gives the noodles more It would be better if you had enough room to absorb the flavor of the sauce. Also, this time you picked the wrong part of the pork. It's not tenderloin. Although you're good at watching, you didn't continue to stir fry the meat when it was about to get old. But the shredded pork lacks the tenderness of the tenderloin."
Jiang Qianfan pushed the bowl aside.
Lin Kesong scratched his head, it seems that he still has a big problem in the choice of materials.
She didn't feel depressed, at least Jiang Qianfan was still guiding her. She kept repeating and improving, and she found that she was paying more and more attention to what she was cooking. For example, the amount of water out of mushrooms, such as the transparency of noodles, such as the thickness of shredded pork, and the length of time marinated in cooking wine.
And the most gratifying thing for Lin Kesong is that Jiang Qianfan at least didn't tell her to eat all the noodles that failed.
Noodles are no better than cabbage and mint soup, which will kill people.
Before I knew it, it was dawn.
And Lin Kesong has more and more faces in front of Jiang Qianfan. Even Lin Kesong doesn't know how many copies he has made, but Jiang Qianfan can always point out her flaws.
Until the soba noodles in the kitchen were completely used up, Lin Kesong watched Jiang Qianfan take the last bite of the noodles.
If she knew nothing about Jiang Qianfan in the past, maybe she would be very frustrated and even angry at his nitpicking, but when she watched Jiang Qianfan taste his noodles with a serious attitude, no matter what suggestion he made How subtle, Lin Kesong has a feeling of being respected.
"It's still not perfect, is it?"
"If the amount of noodles is reduced by one-fifth, the taste will be better."
"Yeah. But I've run out of soba noodles."
"But it's delicious." Jiang Qianfan continued to eat the bowl of noodles unhurriedly.
This is the first time that Lin Kesong has made something that Jiang Qianfan can take a second bite.
"Really? If you think it's not perfect... how could it be delicious?" Lin Kesong felt that Jiang Qianfan was encouraging himself.
However, he didn't seem to be someone who would use words against his will to encourage others.
"Nothing is perfect, and that's why we pursue perfection." Jiang Qianfan put down his chopsticks and turned to Lin Kesong, "This mixed noodles, soba noodles are cooked just right. You have to remember this feeling. Meat The shreds were evenly cut, and the marinating time and ingredients were just right. The timing of the stir-fry with the mushrooms was very good. If any Michelin gourmet spy eats this bowl of noodles, I believe they will at least give you a pair of knives and forks evaluation of."
Lin Kesong blinked. She had heard of the way Michelin stars are awarded. Every gourmet spy who comes to the review will not reveal his identity in advance. Before getting a star rating, he must first be qualified for a pair of knife and fork logos.
Was Jiang Qianfan complimenting her just now
"come over."
"what?"
"Come and try this hollandaise sauce."
"Hollanda sauce?"
Lin Kesong had only seen this kind of sauce in the book Jiang Qianfan gave her, but she had never really touched it. But what surprised her was that Jiang Qianfan scooped up the light yellow sauce with a thin stirring spoon, gently supported it with the other hand, and stretched out in the direction of Lin Kesong.
His fingers had a heart-warming demeanor, not to mention the graceful manner in which he was clinging to the stirring spoon, Lin Kesong did not dare to approach, for fear of destroying this beauty because of himself.
"Lin Kesong?" Jiang Qianfan turned his face sideways, as if feeling her approach.
She took a breath, stepped forward in three or two steps, lowered her head, and grabbed the spoon.
She had an illusion that Jiang Qianfan's hand under the spoon seemed to be supporting her chin. So she took her head back like she was running for her life.
"What did you eat?"
"Um..." Lin Kesong pursed his lips, allowing the hollandaise sauce to stay on the tip of the tongue for a longer time. "It has egg yolks, lemon juice, beaded shallots, butter, white vinegar... It seems to taste like wine..."
"White wine."
"Oh."
"It's just traditional hollandaise sauce. If it were raspberry charcoal grilled pork chops with this sauce, it would be plain and oily. If it were you, how would you improve the sauce?"
"Raspberry Charcoal Grilled Pork Chops? I can't imagine what that tastes like..."
If she doesn't know what the main dish tastes like, how does she know what the main dish dipping sauce should taste like? And most of the time, hollandaise sauce goes well with things like quiche or asparagus. Jiang Qianfan actually thought of using it to serve charcoal grilled pork chops? Will this not match
"wait for me a while."
Jiang Qianfan even temporarily made her a charcoal grilled pork chop in the kitchen!
The appearance is crunchy, with the fruity aroma of raspberries, making Lin Kesong's mouth moist, his cheeks are sore, and he really wants to take a big bite.
Jiang Qianfan cut a small piece of pork chop for her, dipped it in the hollandaise sauce that she had just made, and stretched it out in the direction of Lin Kesong.
This time it was much more natural than before. Lin Kesong stretched his neck and grabbed the small piece of pork chop. She was very careful not to let the pork chop sauce flow down and land on Jiang Qianfan's hands.
But when she straightened up, Jiang Qianfan's fingers were slightly upward, and the fingertips slipped over Lin Kesong's chin.
She knew he didn't mean it, she knew he couldn't see, but that brief touch made her heart feel like an inflated balloon that was about to burst at any moment.
"How is it?" Jiang Qianfan's voice was as usual.
Lin Kesong chewed slowly. The pork chops are perfectly seasoned, and the precise heat and time control make the pork chops delicious. The aroma of charcoal roasting blends with the fruity aroma of raspberries, which is full of flavor. And the hollandaise sauce, which Lin Kesong thought would not match, also added a smooth texture to the pork chops. It's just that there is a lack of harmony or impact on the taste.
"Let me think about..."
In Lin Kesong's head, the charcoal kebabs that were sold on the street suddenly appeared. Those spices, that kind of taste, mouth watering...
"Can you add a little cumin? Like cumin powder or something?"
Lin Kesong is not very sure. After all, adding ground cumin to hollandaise sauce is super weird, right
"Or chili? Make the flavor a little more jumpy?"
Jiang Qianfan didn't speak, just lowered his head in thought.
No matter how long he thought about it, Lin Kesong could only accompany him.
If you are imitating mutton skewers, just sprinkle cumin or chili directly on the pork chops. You have to get it in the hollandaise sauce, which doesn't match!
Just when Lin Kesong felt that his thoughts were really worthless, Jiang Qianfan cut a small piece of butter and put cumin into the oil, and the strong fragrance spread out. Then he added some kind of minced leaves, and after ten seconds, the sauce was mixed into the original hollandaise sauce little by little.
He cut another small piece of pork chop and dipped it in the sauce.
Lin Kesong thought he would ask her to go over to taste it, but instead he put the pork chops into his mouth.
When he swallowed the pork chops, the lines in his throat were like flowing water, and Lin Kesong swallowed saliva subconsciously.
"That... how does it taste?"
"You'll know after a try." Jiang Qianfan had no plans to feed her again.
This made Lin Kesong inexplicably disappointed. Although such disappointment is a bit ridiculous. She is not his kitten, she raised her head and squinted her eyes, making a lazy expression waiting for her master's favor.
living comfortably without anybody's help.
Lin Kesong cut a large piece of pork chop, dipped it in the sauce, and put it into his mouth.
so amazing! Jiang Qianfan didn't put any chili peppers. Where did this slightly spicy and slightly sweet spiciness come from? It can't be minced garlic, and it can't be cumin... Could it be this green leaf mince
Lin Kesong secretly dipped a little green crumb with a fork and put it into his mouth.
The slight sweetness is accompanied by a fennel-like spiciness, with a slightly bitter aftertaste. But this bitterness is very flavorful.
"What is this green crumb?" Lin Kesong asked curiously.
"It's tarragon."
Lin Kesong remembered that he had seen this spice in a book. She really gained a lot today! Hollandaise first, then tarragon.
"How do you like the taste?" Jiang Qianfan asked.
"It's better than the original hollandaise sauce with charcoal grilled pork chops! It's just that I think... how do I say it?"
The taste is more layered and more stimulating than before, but she always feels that something is not connected.
"The original raspberry fruit and acidity are overlaid."
When Jiang Qianfan's voice fell, Lin Kesong felt a sense of relief.
"Yes! That's it! The aroma of charcoal grilled pork chops goes well with raspberries! But the garlic cloves and cumin are too heavy, and the advantages of raspberries are not obvious!"
"Um."
Jiang Qianfan took an apple and said to Lin Kesong, "Peel it."
Without saying a word, Lin Kesong took a knife and went around the circle to peel off the apple.
"Take a small piece and try the acidity."
Lin Kesong silently kept this in mind. She found that no matter what Jiang Qianfan was doing, he would determine the taste or texture of each ingredient in advance.
She ate a piece by herself, and Jiang Qianfan's face turned slightly to her side. She quickly cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth.
The crevice between his lips has always been mysterious, and when the apple was near the crevice of his lips, Lin Kesong was inexplicably nostalgic.
Until the other party's upper lip sipped slightly over her fingertips, it was so soft and warm, completely different from what Lin Kesong imagined.
"Well, there's a good balance of acidity and sweetness. Squeeze out the apple juice."
"OK."
Lin Kesong took a small manual juicer and squeezed out the apple juice.
Jiang Qianfan scooped up two coffee spoons of apple juice, mixed it with the hollandaise sauce, then cut a pork chop again and tasted it.
"Well, it's much better now."
"Really? I'll try it too!"
The taste is really awesome! The aroma, texture, flavor and aftertaste are impeccable.
Lin Kesong couldn't help eating the rest of the pork chops.
When she swallowed her last mouthful, she realized that Jiang Qianfan was still by her side and did not go far.
"You can really eat it."
"Because it's delicious!" This was Lin Kesong's heartfelt praise.
"For you, everything tastes good."
"… "
"But it's also your credit for making it delicious. The idea of adding cumin is vulgar, but it works."
Lin Kesong was a little bit happy, and a little bit complaining.
I said, Mr. Jiang, can you not sound like you are criticizing when you praise someone
"Get ready and follow me to Elise's restaurant."
"what?"
"The back kitchen is a good place to exercise. And there are very important people going to eat there today, and I will cook the main course myself."
"What main dish?" Lin Kesong moved his head curiously.
"Raspberry Charcoal Grilled Pork Chops with Special Hollandaise Sauce."
What? Isn't that what they just did
Jiang Qianfan stretched out his hand, pressed it on Lin Kesong's forehead, and moved her head away: "You're in the way."
Lin Kesong touched his forehead.
After tossing about the shredded pork noodles with mushrooms all night, shouldn't she be granted a good night's sleep
However, when he thought that Jiang Qianfan would use the dishes they made together to entertain the distinguished guests, he felt that he was not sleepy at all, and he was full of energy!
Today's kitchen is not so busy.
Aside from slicing onions, sliced garlic and other side dishes, Pepper taught Lin Crosong how to cut steak more patiently than last time.
Different cuts of steak have different cuts. Even different cooking methods determine the thickness of the steak.
Under Pepper's guidance, Lin Crosom cut three filet mignon steaks. This steak is taken from the most tender part of the rib and contains no fat.
A few more T-bone steaks followed.
Looking at the chef's position from this angle, Jiang Qianfan and Elise cooperated very well.
Elise is clearly cooking the appetizer French Herb Fried Scallops, but she can deliver ingredients to Jiang Qianfan from time to time, and even remind him of the doneness of the pork chops.
This made Lin Kesong envious.
Pepper tapped Lin Kesong on the head: "Concentrate."
"Oh... I'm just curious."
"Curious what?"
"Mr. Jiang and Elise's cooperation feels like they have known each other for a long time."
"When you become an excellent chef, you will know that many things do not need to be communicated with words. You just need to look and you will know what the next step is."
"I don't know who the guest of honor today is..."
It made Jiang Qianfan think about making hollandaise sauce with pork chops all night.
"Do you know Silicon Valley?"
"of course I know!"
"Today is Mr. McCollum, the CEO of snr, a network service company, and one of their new shareholders. Snr faced a public relations crisis due to the leak of customer data some time ago. It was the solution proposed by their new shareholder that made snr's Losses are minimized. So Mr. McCollum is here to entertain the new shareholder and express his appreciation for the enhanced communication incidentally.”
"Oh, I see."
"Okay, you have asked everything you should ask, and do it well!"
Obviously, Elise's appetizer and Jiang Qianfan's main dish were favored by Mr. McCollum, and Elise took Jiang Qianfan to meet Mr. McCollum.
Sitting at the table were Mr. McCollum, the company's legal counsel, and a young man of Asian descent.
Mr. McCollum shook hands with Elise and Jiang Qianfan, and said in a very appreciative tone: "Today's scallops are fresh and tender. There are also pork chops, which are really amazing! My friends and I all feel very sorry. Can't the portion be a little more?"
Elise laughed, and Jiang Qianfan just said lightly: "In this way, you will come a second time."