Life is a Game

"Ten judges? That's too many, five is enough, and this one. This guy has a bad reputation in the industry. He takes money to write good reviews. Have you contacted him?" Xu Cheng frowned, obviously interested in Han Guishan's selection of judges Very dissatisfied.

"Not yet, I only invited Tong Deyan so far. By the way, Mr. Sun also came a while ago. Do you want to invite him?" Han Guishan asked.

"His grandson participated in the competition, and you invited him to be a judge. Tong Deyan... Forget it, let's not talk about it, lest you say I am partial, I will take a look at it after dinner and return to the hotel, and I will give you an answer tomorrow." Xu When you become enlightened, turn off the lights in the car and start the car.

"Okay, this is the competition system. I'm not as professional as you in this area. You can take a look at it." Han Guishan handed the briefcase to Xu Cheng.

Xu Cheng took the briefcase.

...

The next day, Jiang Weiguo invited Jiang Feng for foreign aid.

Jiang Jiankang went to the utility room to find something. Jiang Feng was chopping vegetables in the back kitchen.

"Your grandson is good at knives!"

A strange voice came from behind, and Jiang Feng was almost so frightened that he cut it on his left hand.

It only takes a few tenths of a second to break all four fingers.

When Jiang Feng turned his head, he saw a very strange old man with gray hair and a thin body, but he was energetic. He looked about seventy years old.

Jiang Feng was sure that he had never seen this old man.

"Grandpa, this..." Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Weiguo for help.

"He is my junior brother, Sun Guanyun." The old man said.

"Fart, Jiang Weiguo, you old guy, don't take advantage of me. Back then, my father only taught you two dishes, but he confiscated you as an apprentice!" Sun Guanyun was also very hot-tempered, and he used his taunting skills, "You don't even look at you What have you become all these years? Back then, you kept saying that you would go back to Beiping to buy your restaurant back. Now you are nesting in this university town to open a small frying shop, and you have the nerve to say that you are my brother. Anyway, you are so old. What about your face? ?”

Jiang Weiguo looked proud: "Taifeng Building is still surnamed Jiang, my grandson's!"

Sun Guanyun was taken aback: "You really bought it back?"

Jiang Weiguo didn't exaggerate: "My sister-in-law bought it in the 37th year of the Republic of China. Her son is Xiaofeng's university teacher. After being married, she donated Taifeng Building to Xiaofeng."

Sun Guanyun could only marvel at such a bizarre story: "You old guy kept it secret enough. You didn't tell it for so many days, but it really made you have shit luck, and it's raining red."

"I didn't buy it with my own ability, so what can I say?" Jiang Weiguo said.

"Pedantic." Sun Guanyun snorted coldly.

Jiang Feng was already dumbfounded.

According to a normal analysis, Sun Guanyun is an old friend that the old man said a few days ago, and their relationship is a bit complicated!

"Okay, don't waste time. Didn't you ask me to come to teach your grandson the seasoning? Let's start now." Sun Guanyun is not only short-tempered, but also impatient.

"Xiaofeng, study hard. Although your grandpa grandpa has a bad temper, he can barely be called a master of Cantonese cuisine." Jiang Weiguo said.

Jiang Feng nodded, but he was also a little confused. Isn't that Sun Jikai in Jubaolou the grandson of Sun Guanyun?

Otherwise, why would he come to City A instead of staying in Guangdong Province to teach Sun Jikai's cooking skills? There will be a competition soon.

Jiang Weiguo used the word "reluctantly", but Sun Guanyun did not refute, and began to pick vegetables and spices.

Cantonese cuisine is different from Shandong cuisine. Shandong cuisine has many flavors, heavy oil, salt and sugar, stir-fried, and salty and fresh. Cantonese cuisine pays attention to quality and taste. The ingredients are rich and ingenious, and the taste is relatively light.

And the most important thing is that Sun Guanyun is better than Jiang Weiguo in teaching.

Sun Guanjun has been a chef in Jubao Building for decades. Although he failed to fulfill his father's wish to make Jubao Building flourish and become famous all over the country, he did not lose the reputation of Jubao Building during those years as the chef. A large number of apprentices.

"Sun Guanyun, I didn't mean you. You brought out more than a dozen apprentices, why didn't you teach your two sons?" Jiang Weiguo said.

"Didn't you bring out your five sons?" Sun Guanyun yelled back on the spot, "If the children don't want to, can you still put a knife on their necks? Being a cook depends on talent. My father has 6 sons, not only I took over Jubao Building alone, you think everyone is like your family, and the seven brothers are all talented."

Sun Guanyun was talking, and his hands kept moving, crushing the spices, mixing them with various seasonings, and mixing them into a small pile of variegated particles for Jiang Feng to smell.

"Tell me what you smell..."

Jiang Feng: ...

This kind of déjà vu after the entrance exam.

Jiang Feng closed his eyes and concentrated on smelling carefully: "Nutmeg, cloves, cinnamon, bay leaves, um... um..."

"Taste."

Jiang Feng dipped his finger on it and tasted it. The taste of all kinds of spices and seasonings mixed together was so sour. He tasted a little more and said, "Salt, pepper, monosodium glutamate, fennel."

Sun Guanyun nodded: "It's okay, but it's not as good as my eldest grandson, Baizhihe, fennel and licorice can't be tasted."

Sun Guanyun's teaching method is also very simple, don't even think about his unique skills, those are all passed down from his family and his apprentices don't teach them. The first thing he taught was the dipping sauce for boiled chicken.

The method of white-cut chicken is very simple, the essence is in the dipping ingredients, without adding ingredients, it is plain boiled chicken, without any taste. There are many kinds of sauces. There are 100 kinds of sauces in the 100 shops selling poached chicken in Guangdong Province. There is no such thing as authentic or not. As long as it is delicious, it is authentic.

From the first four major cuisines to the current eight major cuisines, the society is developing, and the dishes are also developing with each passing day. Which famous dish has not been improved over and over again? With the abundance of ingredients and seasonings, the recipes of many dishes have long been different. Even the same dish will have different recipes and tastes in different places. There is no saying whether it is authentic or not, only whether it is delicious or not. Some will be eliminated by the times, and the rest will be the most authentic way in a hundred years.

If you want to divide the seasonings for white-cut chicken, there are roughly: ginger garlic seasoning, ginger garlic seasoning, scallion oil seasoning, garlic coriander seasoning, garlic juice seasoning, so many seasonings can satisfy different tastes of different people.

"I'll mix it up for you first, and you can make a similar sauce according to my mix." Sun Guanyun said.

Jiang Feng nodded.

The five flavors of seasoning are just simple sauce ratios, no other processing is required, and the demonstration is completed in one minute.

It's not difficult. After Jiang Feng tasted them one by one, he successfully prepared a sauce with a similar taste.

"That's right." Sun Guanyun nodded approvingly, "Now, suppose there is a guest who doesn't eat coriander or ginger, and who doesn't like sour taste, how do you serve him with sauce?"

Jiang Feng: ...

This kind of person eats a chicken with a hammer!

*Because of the need for setting later in this article, it is tentatively determined that the Michelin evaluation system has not entered the mainland. (Actually entered a few years ago)

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