In just a few blinks, Ye Hong cut all the ingredients.
The thickness of the slices is consistent, the thickness of the shreds is uniform, and there is no abrupt appearance of any piece of food.
Such amazing knife skills left Jiang Yi completely stunned.
“Is this called [a little bit more capable]?!”
Jiang Yi took a breath, Mr. Xindaoye was too humble!
If this can only be called "a little skill", then Jiang Yi's knife skills can only be compared with those of a three-year-old child!
But it's not over yet.
After cutting the ingredients, Ye Hong threw them into the pot of white porridge.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yi was dazzled and couldn't see Ye Hong's movements at all, and a strange fragrance came into his nostrils.
Just like a person who hadn't eaten meat for three months, the smell of meat suddenly made Jiang Yi's stomach protest.
"Mr. Ye, what kind of porridge is this?!"
He swallowed hard and couldn't help but ask.
"Drunkard porridge."
Ye Hong took a taste and smiled with satisfaction.
Just because he's good at pasta and desserts doesn't mean he doesn't know other dishes.
With proficient level cooking ability, it is not uncommon to cook a pot of fragrant porridge.
As for the name Zui Weng Porridge, it was just Ye Hong who chose it on a whim.
"It's almost done. Let's get them up to eat."
Ye Hong looked at the time and found that it was around 7 o'clock in the morning locally.
I don’t know how other people are adjusting to the time difference.
But no matter what, wake them up first and eat a bowl of hot porridge, and then talk about everything else.
"Okay, okay!"
Jiang Yi glanced at the porridge in the pot with some reluctance, and ran upstairs in a hurry.
Walking up the stairs, maybe I was so excited that I almost fell.
Not long after, everyone else was called to the hall by Jiang Yi.
Except for Zhou Hao, who looked like he was still awake, there was nothing unusual about anyone else.
"What is the taste!"
Zhou Hao, who was in a daze, suddenly smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen, and his whole body became excited, but he became energetic.
Then he saw Ye Hong bringing the porridge to the table in the hall.
Ge Dan and others could still remain calm, but Zhou Hao and Tasca couldn't help but stand on tiptoes and look into the pot.
I saw the pot full of salty porridge.
The crystal clear rice porridge is covered with a light layer of oil, which is bright but not greasy.
The mushrooms and shrimps are steamed into plump shapes by the heat of the porridge.
It is very pleasing to the eye with the green vegetables and green onion leaves that are just right around it.
A complex fragrance kept entering everyone's nostrils, making everyone's index fingers twitch.
"Gudu—"
Two sounds of swallowing came from the throats of Zhou Hao and Tasca, who were stunned.
"Let's eat."
Ye Hong looked at them both dumbfounded.
The two of them couldn't wait. After hearing Ye Hong's words, they immediately scooped up a large ladle into their own bowls.
“Hiss—it’s so hot!”
They were eager to eat, but they ignored that it was a pot of hot porridge that had just been cooked.
“But it’s so delicious!”
The rest of the people also started to move.
"Jiang Yi, when did your cooking skills become so good?"
Tasca raised her head and poured the porridge into her stomach, while asking Jiang Yi curiously.
Jiang Yi shook his head with a wry smile and pointed at Ye Hong: "This was done by Mr. Ye and has nothing to do with me."
"Huh?"
Tasca paused while swallowing and looked at Ye Hong in surprise: "Mr. Ye, your cooking skills are enough to serve as a chef in the best five-star hotel in L City.
Really, I promise. "
Next to him, Zhou Hao raised his head with a proud look on his face: "Humph, I don't even want to see who the master is."
(End of chapter)