Courtyard House: He Daqing Forces Qin Huairu into Marrying at the Beginning

Chapter 125 Exchanging Culinary Skills

Inside the stew pot, the red broth bubbled and simmered gently, while bright red vegetable shreds continuously emerged from the bottom, releasing a sweet and sour aroma.

He Daqing stirred the food with a spoon, and when he felt the time was right, he turned off the stove and moved the stew pot to the side.

Before the sour cream was even added to complete the final step, the Russian chef watching from the side was dumbfounded and muttered a string of words.

He Daqing stopped what he was doing, turned around and looked at the other person with a puzzled expression.

I followed all the instructions exactly, so where did the problem go wrong?

The trainees standing at the back looked at each other, confused and unsure of what was going on.

I don't know what I did to upset Chef Bear.

"If there's a problem, at least try a bite before you comment."

As a Western cuisine apprentice, He Daqing was very sincere, unpretentious, and eager to learn.

Any shortcomings in my work will be corrected immediately in order to improve my skills as quickly as possible.

"Comrade He Daqing, Comrade Cholaski is asking you if you had ever specifically studied Russian cuisine before?"

After a moment of hesitation, the translator, acting as a bridge, finally relayed the chef's meaning.

"No.

This is my first time cooking Western food; I've always cooked Chinese food before.

He Daqing answered seriously.

"Did I do something wrong?"

The translator looked somewhat embarrassed and said weakly.

"There's nothing wrong, it's just a little strange that you did so well on your first try."

He Daqing only needed to observe Cholaski's movements a few times before he could replicate them almost perfectly.

Jolaski thought the Qing Dynasty had come specifically to cause trouble.

"I've been working in the kitchen for over 20 years, so I'm very skilled."

It would be abnormal if you couldn't make a simple vegetable soup after watching it once.

Having figured out the reason, He Daqing smiled faintly.

Chinese and Western cuisines are very different, but they share many similarities in their techniques.

Cooking is nothing more than knife skills, heat control, and seasoning.

He Daqing's basic skills are extremely solid and impeccable.

Cutting ingredients into various shapes is effortless and stress-free.

The vegetables he chopped were even more neatly than those chopped by Cholaski.

As for the cooking temperature and the amount of various seasonings, you can tell the difference just by touching it with your hand or looking at it with your eyes.

There's absolutely no need to put in any extra effort.

After hearing He Daqing's explanation, the translator stood there stunned for a long time.

In the end, he dutifully relayed the information to Chef Jolaski.

Upon hearing this, Jolaski's eyes widened, his face filled with astonishment.

Grabbing a spoon from the side, Jolaski tasted the borscht in the pot, slowly closed his eyes, and fell silent.

Borscht is a traditional dish from Russia, and it's not difficult to make.

But to be able to cook such a rich and flavorful borscht on the first try, comparable to the original, is no ordinary person.

Not long after, he opened his eyes, sighed, gave He Daqing a thumbs up, and praised him in broken Chinese.

"genius……"

The trainees watching from behind exchanged smiles, their faces showing surprise and delight.

The students who come here all have some culinary skills and a certain arrogance about them.

I've been holding a grudge ever since the Russian chef gave me a barrage of insults.

This time, He Daqing subtly used his skills to help them regain their lost face.

"Dad, you're amazing."

The most excited person was He Yuzhu.

He also felt proud when his father was praised.

"Alright, everyone, please calm down."

Please continue the lesson, chef.

He Daqing gently pressed his hands down to stop the commotion in the kitchen, and looked sincerely at Jolaski.

Borscht is just the beginning; there are many more dishes to learn.

It is far too early to be complacent.

Moreover, He Daqing couldn't wait to finish his studies and return to the steel rolling mill as soon as possible.

Being the cafeteria manager is much more comfortable than being an apprentice.

……

The old Mo was located outside Xizhimen, which was the most prosperous area in the entire city of Beijing at that time.

Even at night, the place was brightly lit and bustling with people.

However, none of this had anything to do with He Daqing.

At that moment, he was focused on cooking in the kitchen.

As a chef, one cannot be negligent in one's duties.

Even with limited materials, He Daqing still pursued perfection.

Try every possible method to make that thin slice of beef on the baking tray look its most tender and juicy.

"Da da."

The crisp sound of leather boots came from the kitchen doorway.

He Daqing knew the identity of the person without turning around.

In the entire restaurant, the only person who could afford to wear leather shoes was the head chef, Jolaschi.

Ignoring the people coming from behind, He Daqing continued to devote himself entirely to cooking.

Before long, a juicy, medium-rare grilled steak was successfully served.

After arranging the side dishes, He Daqing placed the steak on the cutting board, took out two sets of knives and forks, and invited Chef Qiao with a smile in broken Russian.

"Chef Cholaski, would you like to try some?"

A dish that has been painstakingly prepared should always be evaluated by professionals.

During his two weeks in Moscow, He Daqing not only learned to cook Western food, but also picked up some common Russian phrases.

It wasn't very fluent, but it was enough for Chef Joe to understand.

"it is good."

Jolaski readily accepted.

He greatly admired He Daqing, a student with exceptional talent.

He Daqing's Western cooking skills are improving every day.

Chef Joe was eager to know how good his cooking skills were now.

The two of them each cut a piece of steak with a knife and fork and put it in their mouths, chewing slowly.

This steak is leftover from yesterday; it's not very fresh anymore, so I'm going to get rid of it.

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However, under He Daqing's cooking, it still became very delicious.

Setting down his knife and fork, Jolaski looked at He Daqing with a deep gaze and uttered a sentence haltingly.

"The land...in every generation...talented people emerge..."

To be able to produce Western cuisine of this caliber in such a short time is a testament to his near-mastery; Chef Qiao's skill is truly admirable.

Such talent is truly unparalleled in my lifetime.

"Talented people emerge in every generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years."

He Daqing corrected him with a smile.

After spending some time with him, he discovered that Chef Qiao was actually a pretty good person.

He is meticulous and demanding when it comes to cooking, always has a stern face, and seems unapproachable.

In private, he is cheerful and outgoing, and enjoys tasting fine wines and food with others.

They are also very enthusiastic about Chinese culture.

The few lines of poetry that occasionally pop into his head are the fruits of his learning during this period.

"Wow, impressive."

Jolaski raised his hand, pointing directly at He Daqing, then at himself.

"Learn from each other."

Both are considered top chefs, and they usually have a mutual respect for each other.

Therefore, Chef Qiao did not treat He Daqing as a student.

Instead, they were treated as friends who exchanged culinary skills.

When we have free time, we always get together to exchange ideas on the essence of culinary arts from both countries.