Her previous understanding of Western food was steak, borsch soup or some cream soup, and then some salad and cream cake, but now she realized that everything was not as simple as she imagined.
A few minutes later, the quail was brought out, still steaming.
The two scents blended in the air, and Jiang Qianfan didn't know what ingredients he was doing.
The final platter is like an art treasure in a museum. In the past, Lin Kesong didn't understand why there were only a small amount of food on such a large plate in many photos of Western food, but when she watched it at the scene, she suddenly understood.
This kind of blank space focuses the line of sight to a great extent, and there is a kind of surplus beauty. Imagination stretches on the blank part of the plate, right into the depths of the brain.
In the end, Jiang Qianfan raised his wrist and poured a spoonful of unknown light yellow liquid on the quail.
His wrists swayed gently, as if sketching the best picture.
"This is today's main dish, quail and foie gras." Mel explained to Lin Kesong, "This dish is a common dish in many high-end restaurants, but Senator Thomas has a soft spot for Mr. Jiang's dish. ."
Lin Kesong didn't know what this dish would look like in other restaurants, but she watched the entire cooking process, rigorous and delicate, whether it was the final platter or the aroma that spilled into her nose, her cheeks were sore. , there is an urge to feast.
"Next, there's the final dessert. It's the final touch, and if it's well received, it will be a memorable experience for the guests. But if the dessert isn't prepared perfectly, all the goodness that came before may be overwhelmed by the failure of this moment. "
Lin Kesong looked at Jiang Qianfan's back, and kept imagining in his heart, what would the last dessert be
Is it a delicious mousse cake? Or soufflé? Or refreshing ice cream
But what Lin Kesong did not expect was that Jiang Qianfan actually started to fry the sugar. The original white sugar was boiled to a reddish-brown color in the pot. He raised his hand, not knowing what was added to it, the sweet taste Suddenly burst open.
Brody took out a sealed box from the freezer. When he opened the lid, he found that there were hawthorns inside.
Could it be that Jiang Qianfan wants to make candied haws
It's impossible... Didn't he think that the sour and astringent ice-sugar haws didn't fit his aesthetics at all
Just when Lin Kesong was suspicious, Jiang Qianfan had already filled some hawthorn, quickly swept over the boiled syrup, put it on a plate, took a spoon and tasted one, and nodded.
Brody took the plate and used a brush to pick up the sticky syrup, and then kept drawing circles on the hawthorn piled up like a hill. The syrup quickly cooled and condensed, and finally formed a nest. It's crystal clear, making it reluctant to break it.
Lin Kesong took a breath. She had a feeling that this dish looked like candied haws, but Jiang Qianfan must have improved it to match the acidity with the sweetness.
The plate was sent out, and Brody and Jiang Qianfan began to clean up the kitchen.
Jiang Qianfan's skills were very neat, and the table surface became extremely clear in less than three minutes. He ran his fingers across the countertop, making sure it was clean enough to be free of any stains, and then began to wash his hands.
A few minutes later, the kitchen's phone rang, and the restaurant's lobby manager told Jiang Qianfan that Congressman Thomas wanted to see him because of the last dessert.
Lin Kesong became nervous. What happened to the dessert at the end? Is it too sour? Or too bitter
Didn't Jiang Qianfan eat hawthorn? He obviously didn't like the taste, so why did he still use hawthorn as a dessert for Senator Thomas
"Brodie, let's go."
"OK."
Jiang Qianfan walked out of the kitchen, holding the blind stick in his hand but did not open it. Brody walked in front of Jiang Qianfan, while Jiang Qianfan put his palm on Brody's shoulder and let him lead the way.
This was just a simple action, but Lin Kesong could feel Jiang Qianfan's trust in Brody.
Mel nodded to Lin Ke Song, motioning her to follow behind Jiang Qianfan.
The two applauded together as they came to the table where Senator Thomas was dining with his friends.
"Every time I come here, in addition to the high quality that has never changed, there are always additional surprises." Senator Thomas's eyes were filled with unabashed admiration for Jiang Qianfan.
Friends of the congressman also agreed: "Especially the last dessert. I didn't expect you to use such a tart fruit to make an unusual dessert, and stuff the vanilla ice cream into the pitted hawthorn. How ingenious."
Lin Kesong was stunned. Although they all spoke English, she was sure that what she heard was that there was ice cream in the hawthorn!
How did Jiang Qianfan manage such a small hawthorn
After the congressman hugged Jiang Qianfan, he left with his friends very satisfied.
For this kind of praise from celebrities, Jiang Qianfan faced it with a calm attitude, neither sad nor happy.
He turned around indifferently and said to Lin Kesong, "Come with me."
Lin Kesong's nerves jumped and he became inexplicably nervous.
Mel nodded at her, as if to console her: No big deal, go for it.
Brody returned to the back kitchen, while Jiang Qianfan went upstairs.
His feet stepped on the wooden floor, making a creaking sound, and Lin Kesong's heart also trembled.
When he turned around along the stairs, Lin Kesong quickly followed. She stepped on the narrow corner of the stairs with her left foot, swaying and almost fell, but Jiang Qianfan stood at the end of the stairs and turned around: "What are you doing?"
The cold voice fell from the top of his head, and Lin Kesong's body, which had almost kept his balance, lost his center of gravity again and fell forward.
Her forehead almost hit the steps, one hand quickly grabbed the handrail of the stairs, and finally survived.
"You don't need to do such a grand apprenticeship to me."
After Jiang Qianfan finished speaking, he turned around and continued to walk forward.
Lin Kesong got up, completely confused whether he was serious just now, or was he just mocking her? Is she crawling under the star chef's suit pants
If Song Yiran finds out, this fellow will definitely gloat over the misfortune and say: The male god will die under suit pants, and he will be romantic in the street!
When she followed Jiang Qianfan, she realized that they had come to the small attic at the top of the restaurant.
There is a dining table on the attic, a white tablecloth, a small water lily floating on the water in a glass cone-shaped water bowl, the triangular floor-to-ceiling window is on the side, and outside the window is the bustling traffic of Manhattan.
Without too much decoration, Lin Kesong somehow felt that this was another world.
"Sit." Jiang Qianfan put away his blind stick and put it aside.
It was only then that Lin Kesong remembered that it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and she and Jiang Qianfan hadn't had lunch yet.
A waiter came up with a tray, and very politely brought two soups to Jiang Qianfan and Lin Kesong.
Lin Kesong was stunned. Could it be that she is about to enjoy the same treatment as a member of parliament
"Lin Kesong, in your heart, what is food?"
Before Lin Kesong picked up the spoon, Jiang Qianfan spoke up.
"food… "
How would she answer this question
"You just have to say what's really on your mind."
Even though you said that, how could I, as a student, answer indiscriminately
Lin Kesong thought about it for a full minute, constantly searching for introductions of various food shows and magazines in her mind, but unfortunately she watched too few similar shows, and she didn't have any inventory in her head.
But Jiang Qianfan, who was opposite her, seemed to have enough patience. No matter how long Lin Kesong thought about it, he was willing to wait. It's just that Lin Kesong couldn't really keep him waiting.
"In terms of food, the first thing to do is to fill the stomach." Lin Kesong felt that this answer was a bit tacky.
"Well, it's true. Then what?"
“And then… is it a treat? It’s a joy to eat, and eating with family, friends, and even loved ones is a form of communication… and…”
Lin Kesong leaned back on the back of the chair, thinking that if it was Song Yiran's articulate guy, he must have said with a sincere face that food was something more intoxicating than diamond and gold.
And she, Lin Kesong, has always been bad at propositional composition!
Jiang Qianfan did not continue to embarrass her, but instead asked: "Do you know what food is for a gourmet or chef?"
"work?"
"Yes, they are works. A painter's material is canvas and paint, a musician's material is notes, and our material is everything in the world that tastes and can be swallowed. It's not just about The combination of different ingredients is the balance and fusion of taste, and the exploration and demonstration of the laws of this world.”
Jiang Qianfan's voice was calm, like cool spring water flowing through the gravel, winding between the mountains, and finally quietly merged into the ocean.
If someone else said this, Lin Kesong would sneer and reply: pretend to be a force.
But when Jiang Qianfan said this sentence, it was deeply persuasive.
"So, no matter what people think of chefs where you grew up, here, all chefs are artists."
Lin Kesong pursed her lips, and at that moment she felt a sense of shame.
Because no matter how delicious the food she ate in her heart, after experiencing it, it was only fleeting, and finally contributed to the toilet.
She just treats food as food, and she has never experienced the subtleties of every dish. Including every dish that uncle Lin Feng personally cooked for her, including Granny Wang's fried liver and the stinky tofu in front of her school. In order to make these things delicious, the people who make them have put in effort and hard work.
"Today, you will taste four dishes that Congressman Thomas tasted here. The first one is cabbage and mint soup. I hope you can distinguish the layers of taste in addition to being full. Each layer reflects What are the ingredients. What are the interactions between the ingredients that make this dish 'delicious'."
"Ah..." Lin Kesong lowered his head and looked at the soup in front of him, suddenly feeling extremely stressed.
"Come on." Jiang Qianfan had already lowered his head, scooped up the first spoonful of soup, and put it in his mouth.
Distinguishing ingredients may be a trivial matter for him, but for Lin Kesong... She felt that this was the highest level in martial arts novels.