Food: Random stalls, customers chase me all over the country

Chapter 330-There is a little gap between you and him
When Luo Yongduo heard his apprentice's question and looked at this group of disciples, he felt very angry.

You say that I am secretive in my teaching and that the reason why my apprentices cannot compare to others is that I, as their master, have not taught them well. But if you ask yourself, you are honest when you teach your apprentices. Whatever I have learned from them and whatever I have comprehended and summarized over the years, I have taught them all without reservation.

But the result?

You were instantly defeated by a young man in his 20s. The pork with preserved vegetables you made for the Hakka people turned out to be a substitute for their three-cup chicken!

"Starting tomorrow, all of you losers, each of you must fry me a plate of dry fried beef noodles to your satisfaction. And remember, use the traditional method. Anyone who dares to use dark soy sauce will be kicked out! After a month, I'll check your results one by one, and the punishment for the last one will be doubled!"

After saying that, he walked towards his nanny car in a huff. He was old and had just had surgery, so he couldn't stand standing for such a long time, leaving his disciples looking at each other in bewilderment.

Although the master didn't say whether the food tasted good or not, we could tell from how angry he was that the young man must have outdone them, otherwise he wouldn't have been so angry.

Master Xue shook his head helplessly and said, "Master, are you trying to kill me? Managing the entire kitchen is already a lot of work, and now I have to make a satisfactory stir-fried beef noodles. How easy is it to satisfy people?"

He turned to look at his apprentice son Xue Feng: "Xiao Feng, you have come into contact with that person. What do you think of my cooking skills compared to his?"

"Forehead……"

Xue Feng looked at his father with some confusion but didn't dare to speak. He felt that if he told the truth, he might be suspected of betraying his teacher and ancestors.

He couldn't say to his father, "Where do you get the courage to compete with others? They're no less capable than my master. If you're not good enough, just practice more!"

If he said this, he would definitely be in trouble and would have to receive a lecture.

“There are still some gaps.”

Xue Feng carefully gestured with his thumb and fingers.

Master Xue nodded in satisfaction, then became a little puzzled: "There's still some gap. What's so mad about Master? You can't be comparing us to when we were the same age? I was just entering the industry then."

The other brothers were also puzzled: "Who isn't? I was already over 20 when I started."

"I started cooking quite early. I just started cooking when I was in my 20s."

"Master, it's a bit unfair for him to compare people of the same age. Maybe they have been practicing since they were young."

"That's right. We also want everyone to make a satisfying dry fried beef noodles. What if they're still not satisfied after cooking for a long time?"

Xue Feng wanted to explain when he saw that his father and his uncles had misunderstood him, but even after mustering up the courage several times, he didn't dare to open his mouth. Seeing that these people were already planning to talk to the master, he hurriedly said: "Dad, uncles, there is a gap between what I said... There is a gap between you and Master Wang..."

He didn't dare to keep silent. If he really let these people go to the legal advisor, the legal advisor would definitely be furious, and no one would be in a good situation.

"What?!"

"What are you talking about?!"

"You dare say that again?!"

Xue Feng felt melancholy, he knew this would be the result. No matter his father or these uncles and aunts, they were all head chefs of major hotels. It would be strange if they could accept it if he told them that their cooking skills were not as good as a young man in his 20s.

"I think the food he cooks is comparable to that of my master. If you don't believe me, go try the Three Cup Chicken."

When more than a dozen people heard this, they immediately rushed towards Wang Fan. At this moment, his second pot was almost ready.

Wang Fan looked at the dozen or so people who suddenly appeared, and he couldn't understand why these people were staring at him with strange eyes.

Master Xue stepped forward and said with a smile, "Master Wang, we would like to each try a piece of this pot of Three Cup Chicken. Is that okay with you?" They were all well-known figures, so they would naturally not come to cause trouble for a young man. In the end, the chef's true ability would be shown by his own hands. It would be better to taste a piece of meat than to talk for a long time.

Wang Fan didn't think much about it. He sniffed the food and said, "It will only take another minute. Please wait a little longer."

They came from far away to deliver supplies and help cook. Not to mention a piece of meat, they deserve a meal for each person.

Master Xue nodded and said, "Master Xiao Wang, how old were you when you started learning to cook? Your cooking skills are very superb."

Wang Fan thought about it and thought that in this life, he should have started helping his second uncle prepare meals at the age of 8?

"I don't remember it clearly. I think I was about 8 years old."

really.

The few of them stopped talking and waited quietly for the three-cup chicken to be fully cooked.

Because the pot was uncovered, they could clearly see what was inside the pot. The soup was bubbling and the color of the chicken pieces was becoming more and more vivid.

Wang Fan turned the big shovel from time to time, and the fragrant and delicious smell of chicken kept coming into their noses, making even the experienced chefs unable to hold back their saliva.

"Okay, Brother Cheng, bring some bowls over."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Dong brought a stack of bowls and placed them on the table. Wang Fan picked up a bowl and put a spoonful of meat into each bowl. Master Xue and others took over in turn.

"Take your time to eat. We'll send the food over there first."

After Wang Fan finished speaking, he and Cheng Dong and others lifted the pot and walked towards the place where they received food not far away. The big basin there was just empty, so it was just enough to add more water to it, which could be said to be a seamless connection.

This immediately brightened the eyes of the fellow villagers who were waiting for their meals.

"Oh my goodness I'm here. If I could only eat these meals, I would feel uncomfortable all over."

"They just said the other ones are delicious too, so we can order some to try."

"Well, I can have some, but Three Cup Chicken smells better, but it's still not as delicious as the one made by that young man."

Master Liang and his classmates took out chopsticks from the lining of their shirts. Carrying chopsticks with them is considered a tradition of their school.

I picked up a piece of brightly colored chicken from the bowl and put it under my nose. The fresh aroma of the chicken was several times stronger than before.

Yellow rice wine, soy sauce, five-spice powder, chili pepper...

Just by smelling it, they can tell exactly what seasoning is used in the Three Cup Chicken.

The layman watches the excitement, while the expert watches the details. Without exception, they are all experts among experts. Just one look and they no longer have any doubts about Wang Fan's cooking skills.

This cooking skill is definitely better than theirs, not worse than theirs.

“Chicken tastes like chicken!”

Although there are only four words, it is very difficult to achieve this.

No matter what kind of chicken it is, the meat will inevitably have some fishy smell. If you want to remove the fishy smell, you need to add seasoning, but if you add too much seasoning, it will cover up the deliciousness of the chicken itself. This really tests the chef's understanding of seasoning.

(End of this chapter)