"Looking at Mr. Yang, he probably has never been a chef before."
Fan Li looked at Yang Chen who rolled up his sleeves and was about to do it himself. He didn't show any respect at all. Instead, he blocked Yang Chen who was about to wash his hands and said with a smile, "Mr. Yang, you are a shareholder of Su's Restaurant, but...
I think you should trust Mr. Su and me when it comes to the choice of dishes."
Fan Li's attitude was quite tough. Although he didn't say it clearly, he expressed his intention tactfully. It would be better for a dabbler like Yang Chen not to embarrass himself here. It would be better to continue to be a hand-off shopkeeper.
"Chef Fan, please pay attention to your words and attitude. I asked you to be the chef to cook, not to create conflicts."
After listening to Fan Li's words, Su Xueer's face turned cold for the first time, and she even defended Yang Chen in person. Her temperament instantly became cold.
"Mr. Su, I'm just telling the truth. The reason why I came to Su's Restaurant is for two reasons. The first is that I want to see the Su's Herbal Chicken that has been passed down for three generations. The second is that I want to prove that my ability is not as good as mine."
Uncle Master!"
"Since we will compete with Shuanglin Hotel in the King of Kitchen Competition in Haidong City in the future, we must know ourselves and our enemies. Only in this way can we win the King of Kitchen Competition in one fell swoop."
"Not only will I be able to win the trophy on behalf of the Su Family Restaurant, but I will also be able to beat my uncle who is the executive chef at the Su Family Restaurant."
"So... although what I just said doesn't sound good, it is good for me personally and for the Su Family Restaurant. As long as the Su Family Restaurant gets better, I think not only Mr. Su, but Mr. Yang will also make a lot of money, right?"
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Facing Su Xueer's slight anger, Fan Li not only did not panic, but said confidently.
Yang Chen looked at the Chinese-character face in front of him, with a righteous look on his face. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, he nodded unconsciously, and thought to himself: "This person is quite interesting. Although his words are not nice, his straightforward character is really helpful to me.
temper."
"Fan Li, you..."
Su Xueer clenched her pink fists, glanced at Yang Chen sheepishly, raised her head and stared at Fan Li, her voice was sonorous and powerful: "I hope you will apologize to Mr. Yang!"
"It's okay, I like it."
At this time, Yang Chen came over and raised his hand to interrupt Su Xueer: "What Chef Fan said is not wrong. It is indeed true that a chef can realize his personal value while improving the reputation and brand power of the restaurant.
Killing two birds with one stone."
"Yang Chen, I'm sorry, why don't we talk outside."
Su Xueer was worried that Yang Chen would be angry, so she quickly lowered her voice and said.
After all, the success of Su's Restaurant was due to the recipe of medicated chicken provided by Yang Chen. In this regard, Su's Restaurant's momentum and reputation have vaguely surpassed Shuanglin Hotel's Ningxian flagship store.
Su Xueer's family has been catering for three generations, and it was only in her hands that she saw the hope of a century-old inheritance.
"It's okay. I like people with such a straightforward temper. Since Chef Fan has so little confidence in me, I have to prove myself even more. Otherwise, how can I make Chef Fan willingly call me Mr. Yang in the future?"
Yang Chen said, gently pushing Fan Li aside and walking to the stove.
Wear an apron, wash your hands, and find ingredients.
Fan Li squinted at Yang Chen's skillful cooking skills, folded his hands in front of his chest, and watched Yang Chen's every move with a solemn expression.
Su Xueer also walked over, glanced at Fan Li angrily, and then set her sights on Yang Chen.
"This is……"
At this moment, Yang Cen actually took out two wads of toilet paper from his small backpack, and then carefully took out two eggs with white shells and placed them on the table.
Su Xueer looked at this scene, her big beautiful eyes shrank, and she was a little surprised.
"Mr. Yang even brought his own eggs."
Fan Li raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile: "Although a delicacy requires high freshness of ingredients, what determines the taste of the delicacy is the chef's method of heating, stimulating the aroma of the ingredients, and seasoning."
"As expected, he's a professional, but I'm sorry, I can cook a crab with excellent taste just by flipping the spoon back and forth."
"Crack!"
Yang Chen said, cracked the eggs with one hand and put them into the bowl.
In an instant, a refreshing fragrance mixed with a faint medicinal fragrance began to fill the kitchen.
"What kind of egg is this? It has a unique fragrance!"
Fan Li, who has been a chef for more than ten years, is quite sensitive to the ingredients. He just smelled it and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.
Su Xueer's eyes also lit up, and she was even looking forward to whether the crab racing made by Yang Chen could outshine the scent of crabs.
"Watch it!"
Just when the two of them were thinking about it, Yang Chen had already moved.
The fish meat was quickly cut into strips under the knife in his hand, marinated with wine, monosodium glutamate, and salt, and then egg white, wet starch, and slurry were added and ready for use.
"Zi la..."
In the next second, Yang Chen poured oil into the spoon, heated it to 50% to 60% heat, put the battered fish sticks into the spoon and slid them through, spread them out and poured them into a colander to control the oil.
When Fan Li saw this step, he unconsciously nodded in approval at Yang Chen's method of controlling the heat and oil temperature: "I didn't expect that this Yang Chen actually had two brushes, and I didn't know how delicious he could make it.
Can you compete with Master in the crab race?"
Just when Fan Li was thinking in pieces, Yang Chen had already entered a crucial step.
Pour the eggs into a bowl and mix well. Pour the smooth fish sticks into the bowl and mix well. Mix the Shaoxing wine, MSG, salt, clear soup and wet starch to make a thick soup.
"Zi la..."
Heat the oil in a pot, the oil temperature is 70% hot. Yang Chen quickly pours the fish sticks and egg liquid into the pot.
The aroma of the eggs quickly merges with the fish sticks after the oil temperature sublimates, and the fragrance is overflowing.
Stir briefly, then add a bowl of gravy, mix well, pour in sesame oil, put on a plate, the whole action flows together smoothly.
Finally, take away a serving of ginger vinegar juice.
The fish meat is as white as crab meat, and the eggs are as golden as crab roe. The crab racing is complete.
Yang Chen took out two pairs of chopsticks and handed them to Fan Li and Su Xueer respectively: "Come, try the crabs from our farm. Chef Fan especially needs to comment on it to see if my skills have deteriorated."
Fan Li and Su Xueer took the chopsticks and took a bite.
"Wow...this is so delicious!"
Su Xueer's eyes lit up for the first time, full of surprise: "This is much more delicious than the crabs I have eaten before!"
"Chef Fan, how are you? Is your master Cai Ping as good as yours?"
Yang Chen turned his eyes, looked at Fan Li, and smiled.
At this moment, Fan Li was dumbfounded.
He has been a chef for so many years, and it can be seen from Yang Chen's technique just now that his control of the heat, oil temperature, and materials is quite good, and he has been infinitely close to his master.
The eggs that Yang Chen brought himself added a different flavor to the crab. The smoothness of the texture and the aroma of the eggs had surpassed that of his master Cai Ping.
It took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he raised his head to look at Yang Chen, with a look of respect in his eyes: "Mr. Yang, I'm convinced!"