The people who work in the official department have high EQ. They said it was eight o'clock in the morning, but Xu Qiye came before 7 o'clock. Knowing that Zhou Wei had not yet got up, he stood in front of the door of the Guardian's House, waiting with a pious look on his face.

Originally, Xu Qiye was qualified to borrow a "space storage box" from the organization as a copper pot in Dongfood Factory. This thing looks like an ordinary briefcase, but it can store a lot of things, and it is no problem to live things. But he thinks that this cannot reflect his sincerity, so he takes the retro route.

There is a big sack in the left hand, which contains various kitchen utensils. There is a plastic bag tied around the neck. There is a small bucket of pure soybean oil, water chestnuts, pea seedlings and other auxiliary materials. There is a bucket in the right hand that is jumping in the inside.

A crucian carp of more than nine liang is not rare, but a pike of less than nine liang is rare. Moreover, this pike comes from the wild domain. According to the level of ingredients in Xinmeng Mainland, it has reached the middle-class level. The price is so expensive that it can scare people. It costs Xu Qiye two months’ salary.

The salary of copper pot protecting food is not low. The salary for two months is only 300,000 yuan, but Xu Qiye does not feel any pain at all.

Only this luxurious ingredients can barely be worthy of "Senior Zhou". Xu Qiye even worried that the medium-sized ingredients in the human class would not be enough, which would make Zhou Wei look down on him.

In addition, Xu Qiye also thoughtfully brought breakfast to the Zhou family and the famous pig blood porridge and small buns in Yangdongcheng.

The bun stuffing uses serious natural pork. It is said that in order to ensure high quality and high salary, this century-old bun shop hired a pastry chef from a "private chef". The master was only half a step away from being promoted to an intern chef.

"Come?"

Zhou Dagua opened the door and waved to Xu Qiye with a smile. She had already smelled the fragrance of buns. As soon as she smelled it, she knew that it was the famous old-fashioned brand "Huangji Baozi" in Yangdongcheng.

"Xu Tongguo is so polite. He brought us breakfast? I know this bun is not cheap."

Zhou Dagua looked at the buns wrapped in horse manure paper hanging around Xu Qiye’s neck, and couldn’t help swallowing: “The old brand is authentic, and such a good bun must be wrapped in horse manure paper!”

Zhou Wei said the same thing.

Mr. Zhou, a 'Senior Master', ate slowly and generously, and also commented: "It's not bad. The buns are just about to have a filling, and the gravy must be half-soaked in the dough. If the buns are half-soaked, this is the bun that meets the standards. For example, the buns are completely separated from the filling and the filling is made into a lump of meat. How dare you call them a bun?"

"Pig blood porridge is a bit bad. It's not that the fresh pig blood that day is not enough, and the heat is not enough. It is probably the work of a master's degree in food or a doctorate in food, right? The chef must be the inheritance of the master and apprentice. It's okay for the academic school to write papers, but the skills are much worse."

Xu Qiye nodded repeatedly when he heard this. Every word from his senior was on the point. The bowl of pig blood porridge was only passed by his mouth and accurately said that it was a thing made by the "academic school". This contribution to food appreciation was really beyond his reach.

After eating and drinking, Zhou Wei looked at Xu Qiye who was thirsty for knowledge and nodded slightly: "Put it on the kitchen utensils."

Xu Qiye was overjoyed and quickly started to place a water table, chopping boards, erect a stove, and arrange various kitchen utensils.

Zhou Wei secretly praised him. It is better to have advanced technology. Once the folding water table is opened, it directly connects to the pure water source in the house. Below the stove is a fuel block compressed to the size of a brick, and the firepower is definitely only available in a five-star kitchen. In just a few minutes, Xu Qiye turned the Guardian's House into a modern kitchen, and even considered the smoke exhaust system.

After opening the stove, Xu Qiye claimed guilty and called out. Soon a charity escort came to the door with the pot of broth. Xu Qiye took the broth and said coldly: "From now on, no one is allowed to approach this place!"

"Don't worry, brothers understand!"

The iron pot food protection envoy looked at the Zhou family and was extremely puzzled. The boss was going to cook the dishes himself to flatter the Zhou family? That's right. With the support of the chef family, the boss may have the hope of being promoted to a third-level chef this year...

Zhou Dagua is a guardian of the wheat field, Zhou Wei is a baby, and all the only things that can be thought of is the iron pot food protection.

After checking the chicken breasts brought by Xu Qiye, Zhou Wei nodded with satisfaction, but was not in a hurry to deal with the chicken. Instead, he grabbed the pike that had just been released to Taichung by Xu Qiye.

"You remember, the famous dish of Furong Chicken Slices actually uses chicken and fish. The chicken breast is thick and soft, and the fish is fresh! This half pound of chicken breast was hung in the well yesterday. Although it was the best maintenance method, it was no longer fresh meat, so this dish relies more on fish."

"The success or failure of this dish depends on the treatment of the fish!"

Zhou Wei said while holding the fish's cheeks, and the fish was slightly stunned when they bought it. It was obvious that the fish's strength was at least ten times larger than what they encountered on earth. He shook his head and tail in his hand and struggled constantly. A violent force with resentment directly hit his spirit.

"It's really difficult. If it were me on Earth, I'm afraid I would be affected by this fish. Don't cook the dishes!"

Zhou Wei snorted coldly, and the food fitting force flowed out, quickly overwhelming the violent power of the pike, having some spiritual communication with the fish that was about to devote itself to, gently sootheing it.

"Fishes are born with limitlessness, and delicious food is endless. With your essence and blood, you will keep your fragrance in the world. This is the value of being a fish..."

Zhouwei's food fit is like a magic sound, which makes the fish calm down, and the resentment gradually disappears. Instead, it is explained and understood, the joy after understanding, and the sacrifice of life in joy...

Zhou Wei had not yet used the knife, but Xu Qiye could smell a trace of fresh fish...

As the saying goes, raw fishy and fresh. No matter whether you are seafood or lake food, you cannot do without this rule. The pike in front of you has not yet slaughtered, but it emits a ripe and fresh taste, which is beyond Xu Qiye's perception.

"I saw my technique clearly, and I said it, and I will only demonstrate it once!"

Brush!

The food fit was ripe. A kitchen knife was like an antelope hanging on its horns in Zhou Wei's hand. The wonderful traces were natural. The bright sword light was like silk and slapped. After only a few turns around the fish, the fish scales and skins were peeled off and the belly was broken. The pike that had cramped and removed the fish had turned into a piece of snow-white and pink fish meat, but was still squirming slightly.

"What you need to make this hibiscus chicken slice is that the chicken and fish are all in a mud, but you must never use hammer force, but rely on fine knife skills to cut the anvil into mud. There are three tricks, stable! Accurate! Fast!"

"Especially the last word "fast" is the most important thing. The food in the world is only fast and not broken!"

The voice of Zhou Wei was not falling, and the whole room was full of swords and the cold air was so cold...
Chapter completed!