"Thank you." Jiang Qianfan replied.
Once again it was Winston's turn to reveal the results of the vote.
He looked at the card in his hand, and the result was what he expected.
"Fifteen people voted for Jiang Qianfan and Lin Kesong, and ten people said they preferred the desserts of the two Quentin chefs."
Winston looked around. By this time, almost everyone could guess the result of this PK.
"Currently, Jiang Qianfan and Lin Kesong are in the leading position. But we still have the last dessert that has not been judged. A good chef will not care about any outcome but will focus on how to cook the most perfect dishes. Today is the same The same. So please be patient and experience the most common and most important dessert - blueberry pie!"
His voice fell, and applause broke out. The excitement of this pk has exceeded many people's expectations. All the skills and subtle ideas are presented. Compared with simply sitting in an expensive restaurant and listening to an elegant violin, everything at this moment is unforgettable. experience.
As the applause fell, the staff brought the blueberry pie to them.
"Cross, you are the youngest of today's contestants, can you tell me what you think about blueberry pie?" Winston personally brought the plate to Lin Kesong.
This made her a little flattered.
"Blueberry pie... When I watched American TV shows in China, there were often new neighbors who brought their own pie to say hello to the neighbors. So I think blueberry pie is a very friendly and friendly dish. Dim sum. It is very common, as long as there is a kitchen and an oven to make it. But it is like the most common snack in the streets of China, with a little adjustment, maybe on the heat, maybe on the seasoning It's possible to make this most mundane food stand out and make a difference. So whether it's French, Italian, German, Mexican or Chinese, there is never the best cuisine, only the most Cooking with heart and a heart of the taster to feel.”
Lin Kesong said very seriously.
This is what Jiang Qianfan taught her all along.
"Okay. Now let everyone taste the most ordinary blueberry pie that is most likely to exceed everyone's expectations."
Most people bake a whole blueberry pie on a tray and cut it up, but Jessica and Elise made a palm-sized mini blueberry pie. This is very difficult, because the pie is small, so the thickness of the dough needs to be more careful. If the crust is the same thickness as a regular blueberry pie, then the fruit in the center is toasted, but the crust is not. If the dough is too thin, the outer layer may be burnt, but the blueberries inside have not yet reached the heat.
Lin Kesong's knife touched the surface of the blueberry pie and cut it effortlessly. The crunchy sound made it clear to her that the pie crust was absolutely successful. When she separated the blueberry pie, the filling still adhered tightly to the dough and did not spread out at all.
A strong fruity aroma that makes you want to take a bite gushes into the nostrils.
Lin Ke Song looked at Elise, the corner of her lips was a faint smile, as if telling her that this pie was so successful that she couldn't find any flaws.
Lin Kesong took a light bite, the warm feeling brought the fragrance of blueberries, and the sweet taste spread on the tip of the tongue. The crispness of the outer skin is in sharp contrast with the softness of the inner line, and the perfect match of sour and sweet makes her unable to stop.
"How do you feel?" Elise turned her face sideways.
"Even if you give me a big plate, I can finish it!" Lin Kesong took a bite, she chewed it carefully, and couldn't bear to swallow it.
"I prefer your direct rhetoric to the hype from the critics. Chef Jiang Qianfan has the most accurate sense of taste in the industry. As his student, please also tell me what you are doing in this blueberry pie. What did you taste in?"
Lin Kesong tilted her head to carefully distinguish each taste. She didn't answer in a hurry, but after more than ten seconds of thinking.
"Butter is added to the dough, and the water used to knead the dough is soaked with mint leaves, so there is a faint mint fragrance in the dough. Ah! There are also pandan leaves and coconut milk! So the dough is so fragrant, and this kind of The aroma complements the fruity blueberry aroma without being obtrusive!”
"Yes, I can taste pandan leaves and mint leaves. We don't put much. What about the filling?" Elise continued.
"There's minced ginger in the filling! Cinnamon powder! Lime peel! Liqueur! And..." Lin Kesong narrowed his eyes.
"What else?" Elise leaned slightly towards Lin Kesong, as if to confirm something.
Lin Kesong raised the corner of his lips and answered Elise clearly: "And a little pumpkin puree. It makes the filling of the blueberry pie more sticky and makes its sweetness softer."
Elise closed her eyes, looked at Jiang Qianfan with a smile, and said, "She has a talent so similar to yours."
"It only took me one second to distinguish all the ingredients, but it took her nearly half a minute. She is still far away from me." Jiang Qianfan replied calmly.
"Okay, let me try your blueberry pie now."
Elise glanced down at the triangular dessert on the plate. Jiang Qianfan made blueberry pie in a traditional way. Elise raised her fork and tapped the edge of the pie lightly. The sound of "clicking" indicated that the crust of this pie was no worse than theirs.
She turned her face to the side, looked at the cut side of the pie, nodded and said, "You can see from the cut side that the thickness and firmness of the pie filling are perfect, and the pie crust is neither too thick nor too thin. Of course, chef Jiang Qianfan cannot go wrong with these basic things."
Elise cut off a small piece and put it in her mouth. She closed her eyes and nodded slightly with each chew.
"Although it looks ordinary, I have to admit that its taste is not only perfect but also amazing. Just like we added mint to the dough, you also added vanilla..." Elise tilted her head. "And a little ground ginger... and cornmeal?"
"Is it delicious?" Lin Kesong smiled.
"It's really good. The filling has a good balance of sweet and sour. Besides the blueberries, I also got a little bit of orange. But I didn't see any oranges in the filling, so you used orange juice. Also It has a brandy aroma, it enhances the blueberry flavor and adds to the sweetness of the orange. The zest of the orange zest is sprinkled at the end and retains the original fresh taste. I want to know, when the blueberry pie is baked , who is in control of the time?"
"Is there a problem with the timing?" Lin Kesong suddenly became nervous.
Looking at Lin Kesong's expression, Elise couldn't help laughing: "Because the baking time is very precise. I thought it was Chef Jiang Qianfan, but just looking at your expression, I knew it was you. You did a good job. , Lin Kesong."
After speaking, Elise extended her hand to Lin Kesong.
This made Lin Kesong unbelievable. Elise has always had a bad impression of her, and even kept rejecting her. And today, Elise actually reached out to her!
Lin Kesong held the opponent's hand, and the strength of Elise's fingers made her understand that she really got the chef's approval.
"Mom, do you have anything to comment?"
Jessica shook her head. It's meaningless to say anything now, at least Elise's gracefulness can be respected by everyone present.
"Editor-in-chief Winston, it's time to announce the results." Elise reminded Winston with a smile.
"Oh, I felt a deep sympathy in the air, I forgot about it!"
Winston glanced at the card in his hand and pursed his lips: "This is the best ending for today. Both sides got five votes! Blueberry pie is actually the easiest and most difficult dish today. But both sides of pk They showed the highest level of cooking with the most mundane dishes. Allow me to salute them."
With that, Winston saluted in their direction.
And the audience burst into thunderous applause.
"Today, I would like to congratulate Chef Jiang Qianfan and Lin Kesong for winning today's pk with 93 votes. But in the field of cooking, this is just the tip of the iceberg. There is no permanent winner, only higher requirements. Moreover, Today's achievements only represent today, only these nine dishes, not all of them." Winston walked towards Lin Ke Song and patted her on the shoulder lightly, "Ke Song, I know you are in this field. You have talents that others don't have. But no matter what field you do, you must understand how to see the world from a grain of sand if you want to become a master. You are fortunate to know Jiang Qianfan, who is superb in both ideas and skills. Teacher, you have the opportunity to fight against top players like Jessica and Elise. Maybe you will feel how lucky you are, and you may even feel that you have a higher talent than others. But all of this today is just a A grain of sand. Whether you can understand the world from this grain of sand, talent alone is not enough."
"I understand, thank you, Editor-in-Chief Winston!"
Lin Kesong stepped forward and hugged him.
Montgomery and other chefs in the guest room all stood up and applauded.
Suddenly, she suddenly remembered the scene where she participated in the "Master Show" audition. At that time, I not only couldn't make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but I didn't even know what I wanted to do.
But now, she has found a field that she loves, and she has also found her own direction.
The media were very eager to interview, and Lin Kesong naturally became their focus. Today's food industry is wondering if this young girl, who has just entered the food industry, is about to become the successor of master chef Jiang Qianfan
Also because of today's pk, many New Yorkers came to see Jiang Qianfan's superb cooking skills. The Chinese food street in this theme park aroused countless people's interest, and everyone couldn't wait to taste the food here. snack.
Lin Ke Song, who was overwhelmed by applause and praise, did not feel ecstatic, but more panic.
She subconsciously kept retreating until she leaned into Jiang Qianfan's arms.
He put his arms around her and answered various questions from the media calmly and methodically.
Such indifference also infected Lin Kesong. As Winston said, everything is just a grain of sand today, and there is a whole world of wonderful flavors waiting to be explored in front of her.
Elise walked in front of the two of them and shook hands with Jiang Qianfan: "I used to admire you very much. I admire your rigor, your precision, your sharpness and your stubbornness. I regard this appreciation as love, but today I Suddenly I realized that I still love you."
These words made the whole scene suddenly quiet.
Even Winston was surprised by Elise's frankness at the moment.
"This deep admiration is because you are too idealistic as a master chef. I have always wanted to be you. But now I understand that I will always be me, not following anyone's shadow. Jiang Qianfan, You just need to stand like a street light at the end of the road. I know I can be your comrade-in-arms and friend, but not your lover. Because I'm not the one who softens your heart or the one who makes you Someone whose inspiration bursts from your rigorous thinking. So as your friend, I support your every choice."
"Thank you." Jiang Qianfan hugged Elise gently.
Tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
She whispered in his ear: "Actually, this PK is not only to give Ke Song a chance to grow up, but also to let me let go, right? You want me to know that you don't fall in love with someone easily. ... but you can only love this person."
Jiang Qianfan patted her on the back and said softly, "I can feel the message I passed on to you. You are indeed my most trusted friend."
"So am I still the head chef of your restaurant?" Elise asked, leaving Jiang Qianfan's embrace and standing not far from him.
"You'll always be my chef if you want."
"Okay, Mr. Jiang. See you at the restaurant tomorrow."
Elise smiled. This was the first time that Lin Kesong saw her. There was no arrogance in her smile, which was as dazzling as the noon sun.
"Lin Kesong, today is not all of my ability. Let's fight another day."
Elise pinched Lin Kesong's face, and before she woke up, she turned around and took her mother's arm, squeezed past the crowd, and left the Yuejiang Tower.
Lin Kesong touched the place where Elise had pinched, and tugged at Jiang Qianfan's sleeve in surprise and said, "Qianfan! Qianfan! She pinched my face just now!"
"That means she likes you very much."
Jiang Qianfan also had a faint smile on his lips.
The PK battle at Yuejianglou has become a well-known story in the industry. The theme park has been overcrowded for a long time, and various Chinese-style snacks have become a topic of daily discussion among New Yorkers. Even many tourists from other countries who come to New York for sightseeing also come here.
Within a week of the end of the pk, Jessica Quentin almost stayed in front of the computer and followed various magazines and news in the food industry.
"It's completely impossible! There is no media that makes a fuss about our loss to Jiang Qianfan! It even praises our restaurant under the Quentin Group? What does Jiang Qianfan want to do? I really can't understand him!"
"Mom! Mom!" Elise held Jessica's cheeks with both hands and made her look at her, "Jiang Qianfan is a gentleman. What he wants to do is to prove himself, not to attack others. In fact, we could have shared To win, you don't need to compete."
Jessica looked at her daughter suspiciously. Among these reports, the only thing with storytelling is Elise's confession to Jiang Qianfan. It was this confession that gave the result of the game a regretful and romantic atmosphere.
"I'm content now, Mom. Do what you love, live the life you love, and stick to what you believe in. So don't care what the media say about us, it doesn't matter if we're better than others. What matters. What matters is whether we keep pushing the envelope and are better than we were yesterday.”
Jessica grabbed her daughter's wrist and exhaled in relief, "I don't know if we're better than we were yesterday, but I know... you're bound to be better than me. That's enough."
Due to the success of the Chinese Food Street, many giants in the catering industry have turned their attention to Chinese cuisine, and have extended olive branches to Jiang's, hoping to cooperate with them.
But Jiang Qianfan is a very cautious person. He did not expand blindly, but focused more on strengthening the management of the restaurant and the training of chefs.
A few months later, Lin Kesong ushered in the first final of New York University.
Sitting in the library day and night, flipping through books, taking notes for papers. Beside her was Song Yiran who was concentrating on surfing the Internet on the wifi in the library.
Now he is more mature than any time before, that lazy expression that doesn't care about everything has disappeared.
His fingers tapped on the keyboard nimbly, and his movements when moving the mouse also seemed neat and capable.
At this time, Lin Kesong deeply realized the passage of time, and that unreliable childhood sweetheart has grown up now.
Song Yiran stopped and looked sideways at her: "Are you looking at me?"
"I'm not looking at you, are you looking at the streetlights outside the window?"
"Did you find me attractive?" Song Yiran leaned towards Lin Kesong and stopped about three centimeters away from her.
It was still those well-defined eyes, but the playful eyes revealed some kind of deep and distant feeling.
"You've always been charming."
"So it's still too late for you to get rid of Jiang Qianfan and choose me!"
Lin Kesong pushed his head away and said helplessly, "Did you forget to take your medicine again this morning!"
Song Yiran raised his head and smiled. He bumped into Lin Kesong's shoulder and said, "Look, this is the difference between me and Jiang Qianfan. You will never ask him 'Did you forget to take your medicine again in the morning'."
"boring."
Lin Kesong's phone vibrated, and it was Jiang Qianfan's text message: I'm waiting for you outside the library.
"Let's go! I'm going home! Qian Fan is here to pick me up!" Lin Kesong started to pack up.
"Okay okay, let's go." Song Yiran got up helplessly, "Don't you think Jiang Qianfan has been watching you very closely recently?"
"Is there? Isn't it because I've been too busy recently, so spending time together is precious?"
When Lin Kesong walked to the entrance of the library, he saw Jiang Qianfan standing under the light of the street lamp with a blind stick.
Everything appears smooth and fragile.
She took his arm and wandered the campus.
"I just said that you were watching me very closely!" Lin Kesong took it as a joke and told the other party.
His features are like a quiet coastline in the dark, with a mysterious yet elegant silhouette.
"You're with him in class, and you're with him in the library. Are you still going to be the back cook in his restaurant?"
"Yeah... it's not just me, but Nobuo Goto! You can't imagine that even Victor wants to join us! Actually, he's not as annoying as I thought! And he has a lot of ideas! In the back of this restaurant We can create whatever we want!”
When mentioning Song Yiran's restaurant, Lin Kesong's brows lit up.
When Lin Kesong followed Jiang Qianfan back to the terrace of his room, there was a faint sweetness of cocoa and cream intertwined in the air.
Lin Kesong lowered his head and found a piece of tiramisu in the white porcelain plate.
She looked in the direction of Jiang Qianfan in surprise. At this moment, he was sorting out some documents.
She knows Jiang Qianfan's living habits very well, it is absolutely impossible for this guy to eat dessert after eight o'clock in the evening.
"Chiho! Is this the tiramisu that Mel prepared for me? It looks delicious!"
Lin Kesong sipped his spoon and became greedy.
"I made it for you."
Jiang Qianfan leaned against the wall of the terrace, still holding the document.
"You made it for me?" Lin Kesong's eyes widened, "Give me dessert so late?"
Is this the rhythm of making her a pig and then slaughtering her to eat
"I can let Mel take it if you don't want to eat it."
"No, no! I'll eat it!" Lin Kesong ate happily.
However, Jiang Qianfan did not leave, still standing in the same place.
Lin Kesong said amusingly, "Are you still standing here waiting for me to finish eating? Wouldn't you put a proposal ring in the tiramisu or something?"
"Do you like it like that?" Jiang Qianfan turned his face sideways, his beautiful eyebrows wrinkled.
"No! I'm joking! That kind of... exaggerated romance in the movie is not suitable for you at all!" Lin Kesong said and laughed.
"If I really put a ring in the tiramisu, you will definitely eat it accidentally. In the end, you have to go to the hospital. It is not a romance at all, but a disaster." Jiang Qianfan sat beside Lin Kesong. down.
At that moment, Lin Kesong suddenly felt a little unpleasant.
"But Croissant, do you know the meaning of tiramisu?" Jiang Qianfan asked.
"I know, 'Take me away'!"
"anything else?"
His facial features have a unique sense of beauty, as if every ups and downs of every line touches the most visually appealing place.
The closer you get, the clearer it becomes.
"… and… and… 'Remember Me'."
"So you should understand that this is a confession, right?"
"Well..." Lin Kesong nodded, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Jiang Qianfan had already confessed to her! What are you going to say now
"Then sign it here."
He pushed a document in front of Lin Kesong.
When she saw the file name, she almost spat out the tiramisu she just ate!
"You're right! This can't be signed!"
The most important thing is to buy her to sign this document with a piece of tiramisu, only Jiang Qianfan can do it!
"I brought it to you to sign after a lot of thought. I know my proposal is not romantic, no flowers, no sparkling diamond ring, no sweet words. But if you like... I'll give you a whole yard Climbing roses. I'm not stupid enough to think that a diamond ring can lock you forever. I'll hold your hand and make your ring forever. I'll take you to taste all the deliciousness, and I'll be with you Let's create our own recipe together. I don't know if that's enough?"
Lin Ke Song looked at his serious and serious expression, and pressed his eyes.
Of all the people she knew, only Jiang Qianfan would say such things with such a deadpan expression.
"So... you've really been watching me very closely lately?"
"... That's right."
"Are you a little uneasy?"
"After all, you're not as dedicated as I am." He said it very seriously.
"...Are you jealous of Song Yiran?"
"You should know an adjective called 'wolf ambition'."
Lin Kesong's tears were about to burst out laughing.
She stretched out her arms and pinched Jiang Qianfan's cheek: "Why didn't I find you so cute before?"
"Since you think I'm cute, just sign it." Jiang Qianfan was still serious.
Lin Kesong was lying on the table covering his stomach and laughing until his stomach cramped.
Qianfan, in fact, you are my grain of sand.
Through you, I see a different world.
Of course, I wouldn't tell you to listen to that.
Just keep you so cute.
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