Interstellar Chef Raising a Baby

When Liu Weiwei received the complaint from An Hao, she couldn't help laughing.

She is not making things difficult for her to work hard.

But with the upgrade of the recipe, a dish also needs to slowly start from killing the fish, washing the fish, and ending with the cooking. The whole process requires every perfect detail to be evaluated by five stars.

If a chef doesn't understand the ingredients he cooks, or even can't handle the state of the most primitive ingredients, he can never become a qualified senior chef.

Now that the system wants them to be alone, the apprentices must start from the most primitive state.

Even An Hao was asked to start from the first step of cleaning the shrimp to the shrimp line; and Zhen's hard work of the fatty intestine noodles naturally started from the cruel initial cleaning.

Only in this way can they know whether each shrimp they cook is fresh, whether the meat is elastic, whether the fat in the intestines is suitable, and so on.

Liu Weiwei added Zhen's Xingwang account and received his first photo of the finished product that night, and even took a serious video of the entire cooking process.

Just looking at the color and shape of the noodles, it is basically the same as the appearance of the five-star cuisine, except for the taste.

"The point of fatty intestine noodles is to get rid of the fishy seasoning." She sent him instructions, "It will be online tomorrow, I will taste it."

Zhen worked hard, she was really as the name suggests, not to mention, she felt that she would not lose to anyone at all because of her mobility and tenacity.

As long as he is given time to give play to the aesthetics of his own designer, he may soon be alone.

These three disciples have different personalities and different backgrounds, but each has its own merits.

Liu Weiwei was quite proud of her vision.

The next day, she happily landed on Xing.com, and first tasted the dishes of the two apprentices.

"The Mapo tofu is broken, and the tofu cannot be stirred with a spatula. There is not enough thickening, lack of numbness, the oil temperature is a little high, the skin of the tofu is still a bit burnt, the beef inside is not crisp enough, and it is hard to bite of."

Liu Weiwei gave a truthful evaluation, "Continue to practice."

"Yes, Master." An Hao was a little dejected.

"What are you sad about? I have practiced this dish at least 1,000 times at the time, so I can show you the spirit of practicing swordsmanship!"

"Yes!"

But when she was about to taste Zhen's hard-hearted noodles, she found that his face was disheveled, dark circles under his eyes were extremely heavy, and his beard was not shaved clean.

There was nothing in front of him, and there was no trace of fat intestine noodles.

"Master..."

If the fatty intestines are not cleaned enough or marinated enough, they will not be able to remove their own taste.

Once this fatal error occurs, you will not even be eligible to be on the table.

Obviously Zhen Effort encountered such a problem.

But Liu Weiwei was about to demonstrate in person, but there was a sudden noise at the door of the store.

"Excuse me, who is the boss?"

"Can we do a simple interview with the Chinese and Western food competition that went viral on the food forum yesterday?"

"The little brother who defeated the opponent yesterday..."

The reporters who rushed in quickly saw An Hao in the glass back kitchen, and also saw the other two people, and quickly gathered around.

An Hao took a step back in an instant, and Liu Weiwei was also a little confused.

Fortunately, her second disciple is more experienced.

"Everyone, don't hinder the work of our kitchen, and don't hinder the dining of the diners." Zhen tried to protect Liu Weiwei directly, "Keep quiet, your sudden rush into the restaurant like this has constituted an obstacle to the order of the restaurant."

But the reporters hurriedly asked questions through the glass.

"Does the knife-making video that was once a smash hit on the Internet come from your family?"

"Everyone is discussing that Western food is far less deeply rooted than Chinese food, and it can't be compared at all. Boss, can you talk about it?"

"In addition, I heard that yesterday you were fined 6 million for your report. May I ask the boss, is this true? This is equivalent to the annual turnover of other stores!"

"Boss, many netizens have discovered that there is no senior chef's license certification on the wall of this store. Who is the highest level chef in your store and what level is it?"

Liu Weiwei was taken aback, but she didn't expect her store to be on fire again.

The question of whether Chinese food or Western food is more exquisite is that the benevolent always see the benevolent, and the wise see the wisdom. She supports Chinese food, but she cannot openly devalue Western food.

Dining has always been part of culture.

"For these questions, reporters can make personal evaluations after tasting them in our store."

Many reporters are obviously from various media food channels, and they have a certain degree of appreciation in themselves, and they also have a portion of public funds to eat and drink.

The dishes in her shop are not expensive.

"What about the internet celebrity video of the knife worker? Is the transparent glass placed in this store just for the diners to see your knife skills?"

"I heard that after the failure of the Western food chef yesterday, the Western food chef Damosé mocked the Chinese knife craftsmanship on the Internet, which is false and untrue. How do you respond?"

Liu Weiwei stood beside her with ease and kept smiling.

But when An Hao stood up angrily when he heard the taunting of the swordsman, Liu Weiwei stopped him.

She drew a sharp kitchen knife from the knife holder with one hand, and pulled out a box of tofu.

"Damoses? I never heard of it."

"Response?" She took out the whole piece of tofu with a knife, "Then I will give him a dish and ask him to taste it."

When the voice fell, she immediately dropped four knives, and immediately cut off the four corners of the tofu that were not smooth, and a square cube of tofu fell on the center of the cutting board.

The knife dashed through the water, and quickly shook her wrist, cutting straight with the knife, without stopping, she couldn't even see how her hand moved with the knife, and hundreds of knives were dropped on the tofu in an instant...

On closer inspection, the tofu still remains unbroken.

After Liu Weiwei turned the tofu over and continued to make hundreds of straight cuts, all reporters were stunned. Fortunately, the camera lens was on all the time and didn't miss this amazing scene.

Everyone was in a daze, she stopped the knife, gently lifted the tofu on the chopping board, put it in her hand and stroked it, it was a lifelike chrysanthemum that looked like a hundred-petaled flower, slowly in the water. bloom……

"This, this is!?" The reporters were dumbfounded.

Even An Hao, who knows Master’s strength best, was stunned. He thought that his potato shreds had been practiced to the extreme. How could he have thought that Master could cut tofu thinner than his potato shreds, and there was not a trace of it broken at all. Always a whole piece of tofu!

He is too far behind.

"This tofu is like a chrysanthemum...?"

"God cut chrysanthemum tofu!"

"Here! How many threads are there? There are too many to count!"

The reporters almost forgot the interview, and the diners who were still eating all threw away their chopsticks and gathered around to look around.

Liu Weiwei smiled faintly, "Two hundred and fifty dollars vertically and horizontally, this tofu flower will be given to the chef Damos."

As she said, she picked up the tofu flower blooming in the water from the pot and put it into a white bowl of bone china next to it, scooped a spoonful of the golden chicken bone broth in the store, and took a little wolfberry and put it into the chrysanthemum The center of the tofu is embellished with a gorgeous flower center.

"This is simply a work of art!"

"Oh my god, it's amazing, I can't believe my own eyes!"

"It's brighter and blinder than before..."

The reporters exclaimed again and again, and many of them even thought about news headlines.

"Chinese food master shot, five hundred big knives to kill western kitchen! 》

"What is two hundred and five plus two hundred and five? The Chinese chef tells you! 》

"chrysanthemum? tofu? stupidly can not tell! 》

"Come to Happy Hotel to enjoy flowers, you deserve it. 》

...

Everyone worked hard to write and record the inspirational titles that flashed by.

The diners in the restaurant were also drooling.

"Boss, can you sell it?"

"How much is this tofu?"

"New product?"

Liu Weiwei smiled, "Not for sale for now."

She turned her head and glanced at the two disciples, "You all work hard, when will you finish your studies, and when will we sell this tofu broth."

"Hi..." Zhen tried to take a breath.

He almost glued his eyes to this dish, "God, this soup...gave me supreme inspiration~ If I saw it three years ago, the eaves design of my Odal Palace could be even better. One step further... the clear color of the soup base and the snowy white and softness of the tofu correspond to the noble character of the chrysanthemum~ perfect! If applied to the design, this is simply made in heaven!"

The corners of Liu Weiwei's mouth twitched.

Tired.

Hua Butterfly who doesn't want to be a chef is probably not a good designer.

"Master!"

She had a slightly swollen calf on the left and right, all of which were hugged, one on each side, and more leg pendants.

"Teach me please!"

"No, teach me!"

"Continue to cut the shredded potatoes until I cut the tofu faster than I can cut the tofu, and then change to the tofu."

Liu Weiwei got rid of them in tears and laughed and let the robot deliver the bowl of tofu soup in her hand.

"Reporters, please taste, whether the Chinese food is flashy or not." She made an invitation.

The chrysanthemum tofu in the bowl is a whole piece. After the chrysanthemum is opened, a very large flower bone blooms in the soup. Every reporter can divide a small portion of tofu and soup.

Although they were very reluctant to spoil the beauty in front of them, after taking close-up photos, everyone still rushed to rush the flowers.

Even if you fight for me, for fear of falling behind other reporters, you can only get a bite of the leftovers in the end.

But after drinking the juice from their spoon, they knew that even the leftovers were so delicious that they couldn't wait to swallow the handle of the spoon into their mouths.

The savoury and sweetness of the broth slipped into their throats. Before they could taste it, they found that their mouths were empty. Only by tapping their mouths can they feel the delicious soup that once made the cells tremble...

And the soft tofu left behind is as thin as a dragon's beard, with a squeeze between the lips and a button in the teeth...This strand of tofu is melted in the residual temperature left behind after the soup is rinsed, with a delicate fragrance For a long time.

"Boss, I want to get the number, I want to order~"

"Wait, the robot, I just came first, and I was in the front row when I took the number!"

"Come on a robot, I want to pack it!"

The reporters are all crazy.

An Hao and Zhen tried to look at each other, and instantly decided that they would become Liu Weiwei's leg parts for the rest of their lives and hug her thighs tightly!

The author has something to say: female disciples will also have da, after all, yin and yang need to be reconciled so that work is not tiring~~~