"continue."
"Preparation: Preheat the oven to 200 degrees Celsius. Put the pumpkin in the oven and bake for 30 to 40 minutes, until the pumpkin is soft."
"Cross, why are you heating the pumpkin in the oven?"
Lin Kesong thought for a while, imagined the roasted pumpkin in his mind, and suddenly understood: "In order to preserve the original freshness and soft taste of the pumpkin. In this way, it can avoid excessive cooking in order to boil the pumpkin. Taste is lost and sweetness is destroyed."
"So what?" Jiang Qianfan asked indifferently.
At that moment, Lin Kesong reacted.
"So the same goes for carrot chowder! I should lightly fry the carrots in butter and put them in the oven until soft!"
"Well." Jiang Qianfan turned his face slowly, "Ke Song, it's actually very easy to learn to make a certain dish. As long as I give you a recipe, or demonstrate it in front of you, you can remember it well with your memory. Stay. No matter how good Bruce's cooking is, it's just repeating the cooking process of his mentor."
Is this analyzing her opponent for her
"If it is a dish that you have never seen before, or you don't know the cooking process at all, and want you to make it accurately, do you know what you should do?"
"I have no idea."
“The first step is taste deconstruction. Finding the ingredients that you can see doesn’t differentiate you from your competitors. On the contrary, the faint flavors that cannot be identified visually belong to which spice or which food. It's up to your taste buds. You're way better than Bru for that."
Lin Kesong blinked, is Jiang Qianfan complimenting her
"The second step is process deconstruction. The fusion of each food and the cooking method used, in addition to observing the shape and color of the food itself, you also need to distinguish whether it is frying, baking, or Charcoal burning. When each ingredient or auxiliary material is added, it depends on you to taste it carefully. In addition to your taste buds, you need the ability to think, infer other things, and even experience. If you just teach you to do a certain dish dishes, and you never think about why you do it yourself, you will always only have a few specific dishes, and lack the ability to explore on your own. There are thousands of food combinations in this world, don't you think I have not taught you 's recipe, won't you make it?"
Therefore, what Jiang Qianfan meant was that his teaching strategy, which was almost like herding sheep, was just for her to think for herself.
Blue seems to be excellent, but he just does what his mentor teaches him.
"The third step is to master the degree. For a certain food, people will find it delicious because of the balance of taste and harmony of taste. These require not only experience, but also the mastery of cooking time and quantity. Even the prediction of thickness and size when cutting the ingredients. These require experience. You lack experience, and the other competitors are the same, you are on the same starting line, not to mention your sense of taste is more sensitive than them, so I have absolutely no idea why you are underestimating yourself."
When he said she was belittling herself, he was actually affirming her.
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."
"Do you have any other questions?"
Jiang Qianfan raised his chin slightly. His profile face has an extreme beauty in the soft light.
Lin Kesong was silent, but she couldn't suppress the question in her heart.
"So what if I lose? What if I don't make the top three, or even the top six?"
"Do you like cooking?"
"what?"
"I'm not talking about loving it with all your energy. It's just that you recognize it as an art? Do you feel like you respect it now?"
"Yes, I admit it."
Lin Kesong was very sure of this answer.
"Then I'm relieved. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, Croissant. No one can judge my life by your momentary wins or losses. No one can define your talent by your momentary wins or losses. If you like Enjoy what I'm doing with you right now. It's just something you enjoy doing."
"Then... how about you, Mr. Jiang?"
"Do you think you have made no progress this month with me?"
Lin Kesong didn't know where his progress was.
"You learn to deconstruct the taste of food, an ability that many master chefs have spent years in exchange for, and you get it. You learn to strive for perfection in failure. Yesterday's carrot bisque. Your biggest improvement is not feeling like a layman that something tastes good is just good. I enjoy teaching you."
Jiang Qianfan picked up the napkin, wiped the corner of his lips, and stood up: "Let's go."
"Where?"
"Of course it's the kitchen. Now that you have a sense of crisis, we're going to start learning in earnest."
Lin Kesong looked at Mel, who was beside him. Mel nodded to her and took the tablet.
She followed behind him, walking in the long corridor. Everything is the same as before, but something is quietly changing.
It's just a back figure, tall and straight like a distant mountain, and like a cloud that is hard to touch, seemingly still but moving.
As long as you follow behind him, there will be a desire to chase.
Such a man, he hugged her so hard.
When Jiang Qianfan opened the kitchen door, Lin Kesong knew that there was one last question. If she didn't ask it clearly, this question would go upside down in her mind, and she would never be able to devote herself to another thing without distractions.
"Why did you kiss me yesterday?"
When she asked aloud, her heartbeat almost exploded.
Her voice echoed, and everything seemed to stand still.
Jiang Qianfan might raise his blind stick and hit her on the head.
But his pace was still calm.
He came to the stage before turning around and leaning on it.
Lin Kesong rarely sees such a relaxed attitude. Standing under the light, he didn't evade or hide his intentions at all, and his quiet eyebrows didn't need to make any superfluous expressions to stir people's hearts.
"Because I never told you that I like you."
Everything was quiet, but Lin Kesong's ears seemed to have wind whistling past, dragging her hair and taking everything away from her.
Jiang Qianfan's words were clear, word by word.
"What?" She tilted her head, feeling that the three words "like you" had more impact than yesterday's kiss.
Kissing someone is just an action.
Saying "I like you" is like putting a label on the action.
"Because I never told you that I like you."
He repeated it again.
What Jiang Qianfan said, he hardly said it a second time. His voice was beautiful, ethereal and sad.
"How...how could you possibly like me?"
Lin Kesong felt that he was sleepwalking. She should squeeze her thighs hard!
Jiang Qianfan likes her? What do you like? How do you like it? Why would you like it
Lin Kesong originally just wanted to get the answer to one question, but unexpectedly, he raised more questions.
"Like you more than everyone around you put together. You should be more confident now."
Lin Kesong was about to cry.
Jiang Qianfan's logic is sometimes terrifying. For example, the focus of this passage is likely to be "confidence" rather than "like you". Because no matter from what point of view, Lin Kesong doesn't believe that Jiang Qianfan will "like" someone, let alone that this person is himself. It's not that she is not confident, but it comes from her understanding of him. She even wondered if Big Ice knew what "like" meant!
Jiang Qianfan asked her back if he felt that he was not good enough to follow the wind and rain, but it was too much to like and kiss!
But Jiang Qianfan sacrificed all his "like you", and he really worked hard to help him gain self-confidence!
"Mr. Jiang! I thank you for your liking for me! But you shouldn't kiss me casually! You are a man, I am a woman, and... yesterday's kiss was completely different from the face kiss of ghost hello! You are... "
Lin Kesong wanted to say that this was "hooliganism", but who has ever seen such a handsome, elegant, and serious-looking "hooligan"
"You like me to kiss you, don't you?" Jiang Qianfan asked calmly.
In an instant, the touch of Jiang Qianfan's tongue, his domineering and strength, and even the feeling of sliding between her teeth poured into her heart again.
"...No!" Lin Kesong retorted without thinking.
"lie."
here we go again! here we go again! The ultimate nirvana of the big ice cube is the word "lie"! Powerful slotting effect!
"How many people have you endured that kind of kissing?" Lin Kesong was so angry that he protested solemnly.
Her lips were still a little swollen when she brushed her teeth this morning.
"If it wasn't like that, you'd still be thinking about how you're not as good as Blue, or how you cut yourself out of the game or something. At least you're thinking about my kiss now, not some shit."
Jiang Qianfan had already turned around, walked to the refrigerator, and picked out the steak.
Indeed, what she thought all night was no longer what Elise said, but Jiang Qianfan.
This is obviously more serious than thinking about Elise!
"Mr. Jiang, things like this should never happen again... I believe that no matter how depressed I am, I can adjust my mood by myself." Lin Kesong said very seriously.
Jiang Qianfan frowned.
"If you were really confident, you wouldn't think like that."
what idea
"Mr. Jiang, the point is that I don't like you right now!"
Lin Kesong is a straightforward person, he likes it if he likes it, and doesn't like it if he doesn't. Not to mention that Jiang Qianfan is her mentor.
"You answer too quickly and rush to draw boundaries, which shows your hasty. I didn't say that I want you to like me too, so what are you in a hurry? Like or dislike someone, it's not to divide positions. "
Just when Lin Kesong was racking his brains to understand Jiang Qianfan's logic, Jiang Qianfan had already started cooking steak with ease.
He bowed his head, his best posture was when his eyebrows were downcast.
"Besides, yelling that you don't like it now doesn't mean tomorrow, and it doesn't mean the future. For now, put aside the fact that I like you and focus on doing what you should do well."
Lin Kesong looked at him, his brain couldn't think about anything.
When he delivered a whole beautifully presented steak to Lin Kesong.
"Tast it and make it yourself."
Jiang Qianfan's expression was as usual, as if the "confession" just now wasn't a big deal at all.
Lin Kesong took a breath, she knew that from now on, Jiang Qianfan was serious about teaching her.
If she thought about Ai's wild thoughts again, Jiang Qianfan would probably hit her on the head with a blind stick.
Lin Kesong raised his knife and fork, slightly cut a small piece, and put it into his mouth.
“Steak is an essential part of all Western food, whether it’s French or Italian. This is America, and if you want to win over the judges here, it’s steak first. To the uninitiated, steak is just a Fry it in a pan, sprinkle with seasonings or add some sauces, but in fact it tests a chef's cooking ability the most. Heat, seasoning, time, selection of ingredients, as long as one is not careful, the taste of the steak will be unbalanced ."
Jiang Qianfan leaned against the table and folded his arms. He had completely entered the teaching mode.
Lin Kesong knew that if she continued to dwell on the phrase "I like you" and the kiss, she would completely waste the steak Jiang Qianfan cooked for herself, and would also be disrespecting his professionalism.
What she is best at is to temporarily put aside the things that she should not care about, and concentrate on the things she should do.
She took a knife and fork, lowered her body slightly, and smelled the steak.
The flavor of the beef is very strong, but there is no fishy smell at all.
The flavor of the spice complements the strong aroma of the beef even more, and there is a faint sour taste that seems to be the taste of vinegar.
The steak has been cut into evenly sized pieces.
Lin Kesong forked a piece, the beef was fried until slightly charred on the outside, while the inside of the meat was pink, which is the standard three to five mature.
When the beef is delivered to the mouth and collides with the teeth, it is elastic and the taste is very layered.
Croissant Lin identified the ingredients bit by bit.
There's rosemary, salt flowers, black pepper, and some sort of vinegar flavor. This vinegar is not the white vinegar or dumpling vinegar that Lin Kesong is familiar with, but another flavor.
The side dish uses arugula, and some kind of cheese.
Lin Kesong tasted it carefully, and didn't feel any other ingredients or ingredients.
That said, the steak isn't overly fancy, and doesn't use too many spices and seasonings.
The reason why it is delicious is only because Jiang Qianfan's superb cooking skills lock in the original juice of the food, the seasoning is added at the right time and the heat is just right. She looked closely at the thickness of the steak, and the color it took on, and she had to keep in mind that if she wanted to achieve this texture, she had to stop when the steak had that color.
She came to the many spices, lowered her head to smell, and tasted it carefully. According to her memory, she found Parmesan cheese and balsamic vinegar.
Next, she picks the beef. Based on the taste of the beef, she knew that the beef had very little fat and a fine texture. She looked at all the beef in the freezer and chose a tenderloin.
When she started to marinate the steak, she was a little nervous, wondering if she was missing something.
Jiang Qianfan's words strengthened her confidence.
"You've found all the ingredients to make this steak, first step, you've done it right."
This made Lin Kesong heave a sigh of relief. She marinated the steak, fried it in the pan, seasoned it, and served it.
She cut it off and took a bite. Because the steak was sticking to the pan, it was a little mushy, which affected the taste.
She wondered if she had not poured enough olive oil on the bottom of the pan, or if she should have used butter to fry the steak
Lin Kesong tried several times, but failed.
Jiang Qianfan just sat quietly by the side, and didn't mean to disturb her experiment at all.
After three or four times, Lin Kesong tried a new method, brushing olive oil on the steak and marinating with rosemary, and finally succeeded in not sticking to the pan.
It's just that she tasted the taste and always felt that it was not tasty enough, but she was sure that she had marinated it long enough.
Constantly thinking back to the cookbooks she'd read and the way she'd treated the steak in the back kitchen at polarlights, she realized that she should have wrapped the steak in plastic wrap while it was marinating, letting the spices and olive oil mix with the steak. The steak is fully touched.
The next time she cooked the steak, she felt that the sauce wasn't thick enough.
After experimenting with slicing the cheese in the pot or adding balsamic vinegar first, etc., there is still a feeling of being out of the way.
She's running out of stock of sirloin here, and she can't waste any more.
Lin Kesong supported the countertop, looking at the frying pan and thinking.
She somewhat regretted not watching Jiang Qianfan's cooking process seriously just now, but thinking about some unnecessary things.
"Don't leave the most essential things in the frying pan."
Jiang Qianfan, who had been silent the whole time, spoke up.
Lin Kesong looked over, she didn't expect Jiang Qianfan to be still there.
She has already made so many failed steaks, and it is reasonable to say that a long time has passed. Is Jiang Qianfan not even annoyed at all
Lin Kesong looked at him, the man's profile was not only stern, but also had an almost detached flattery.
"Concentrate, Croissant."
His reminders didn't feel any lofty. It's like the same tablemate who was sitting next to her during self-study and bumped her with her elbow when she was drowsy.
Lin Kesong retracted his gaze and looked at the frying pan.
At the bottom of the pan was a thin layer of gravy oozing from the steak that had been fried.
Lin Kesong suddenly realized, scooped two or three tablespoons of pure water with a spoon, scraped the soup at the bottom of the pot, and boiled it on low heat to avoid drying out. When the gravy has thickened, she tossed the side dish, arugula, with balsamic vinegar and Parmesan cheese.
She took a sip and chewed it lightly. The taste was almost the same as what Jiang Qianfan had made for herself.
"Mr. Jiang, please have a taste."
"Yeah." Jiang Qianfan nodded and raised his knife and fork gracefully.
Lin Kesong became nervous, and she subconsciously tugged on her apron.
Jiang Qianfan's gesture of bowing his head is like Haiyan wandering along the reef on the sea, so delicate and delicate.
"The flavors are well-balanced, the umami of the beef is preserved intact, and the mouthfeel is perfect three to five ripe. You did a great job, Croissant."
At that moment, Lin Kesong had a very excited feeling. It was as if she suddenly got high marks in chemistry and physics, which she had always been bad at no matter how hard she tried.
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."
"You don't need to thank me. I've taught you almost nothing about this dish, you're on your own."
Lin Kesong showed a smile.
"It's just a vinaigrette steak, the book says... it's cooked at a basic entry level."
"But Bruce didn't cook steak at Montgomery's birthday party, did he? Because he didn't have the confidence to handle the heat, and it wasn't achieved by imitating the instructor's process. Requires careful observation and countless failures. At least you are now walked in front of him."
"So, Mr. Jiang, are you still helping me find confidence?"
"It's not about finding confidence, it's about making you recognize your talent."
"Well, this method works for me."
At least it is much more acceptable than "I like you" and a hot kiss.
"While you're feeling well now, let's try dessert."
This whole day, from morning to 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Kesong, under Jiang Qianfan's suggestion, in addition to the balsamic vinegar steak, she also learned vanilla cream pudding and Greek-style cigar rolls.
Jiang Qianfan basically did not let Lin Kesong see how he made the desserts and appetizers. He only let Lin Kesong taste the taste of the final product, and let her continue to explore and fail.
As if he suddenly found fun, Lin Kesong experimented with various cooking methods until he made the taste closest to Jiang Qianfan.
When four o'clock in the afternoon came and Mel reminded Jiang Qianfan that the guest he had made an appointment with had arrived, Lin Kesong realized that he and he had not had lunch. Even so, Jiang Qianfan almost finished her successful steak and an eggplant roll, so she shouldn't be hungry. And I tasted too many failed dishes, but I didn't feel hungry.
"Well, that's it for today's lesson. You learned an appetizer, a main course, and a dessert."
"Yes." Lin Kesong showed a smile. This was the happiest day since she became Jiang Qianfan's student.
"Then it's time for the exam."
"Ah? What?" Lin Kesong was stunned.
"Using what you've learned today, make a starter, main course, and dessert for my guests today."
Jiang Qianfan's voice was calm, as simple as making a cup of tea. Ah, no, making tea in front of Jiang Qianfan is also a very particular thing.