Super Cookery System

The dishes I practiced before were all eaten for cats and dogs. Otherwise, Meng Shihan and Meng Shihan would not be able to finish eating. This point, Meng Shihan also agreed, she also likes cats and dogs.

Putting on the apron, Yang Song did not go to the fish box, but ran to the refrigerator. Chen Ming was a little curious, what he wanted to do without the fish.

Meng Shihan was also a little strange. Watching Yang Song took out a large box of ice cubes from the freezer and placed it in a large basin, the faces of both of them were puzzled, and Yang Song took a deep breath and suddenly inserted his hand in. Inside the ice cube.

What is this doing? Yang Song closed his eyes and quietly soaked his hands in the ice water. He didn't move for a long time, but Yang Song couldn't help it in the end, frowned slightly and gritted his teeth.

Cold, it must be cold! Chen Ming was shocked when he saw this. He quickly stood up, ran to Yang Song's side, and shouted, "Yang Song, what are you going to do? Although it's hot, it will cause frostbite if you soak like this!"

Meng Shihan also ran over and said, "Yes, that's right! Just cook, you don't have to torture yourself!"

"It must be soaked to a low level, otherwise it won't work!" Yang Song gritted his teeth, frowned and refused, making a squirrel mandarin fish that can be the system's satisfaction. How could it be so simple?

When the two saw that it was useless to persuade Yang Song, they had to sigh, and stood at the door, watching Yang Song continue to soak his hands. When the ice cubes almost melted, they took out their hands. The frozen redness quickly ran to the fish box and caught a fish, and began to quickly process the fish.

The speed is very fast. It seems that the scalpel method has begun to become more and more proficient. Yang Song also shouted: "You hurry up and lower the temperature, fill the ice box with water and continue to ice the ice!"

Meng Shihan nodded, sighed, took out the ice box filled with water and continued to help Yang Songbing ice cubes.

Yang Song, with his red hands, processed the mandarin fish as quickly as possible, removed the bones, and slapped a knife until the oil was warm, wrapped it in the paste, placed it on the oil pan, and then began to pour the oil with a large spoon. Spoon after spoon, finally shape the fish.

Re-fry, put on the plate, and beaten the sauce in one go! Yang Song brought the squirrel mandarin fish to the table, took a long sigh of relief, and smiled: "Hurry up and taste it! Then continue to tell me the shortcomings!"

"I know I know! You hurry up and bubble with hot water!" Chen Ming brought out a pot of warm water from the bathroom and put it on the table. "If it has been frozen for so long, there will be problems! Maybe you get frostbite in winter! "

Meng Shihan also nodded. Yang Song looked down at his hands. In order to prevent the temperature of his hands from destroying the umami of the fish, he used ice water to freeze his hands, so that he could achieve the most perfect treatment. Way of fish.

Yang Song was thinking about cooking before, deliberately not paying attention to the temperature of his hands. After finishing the last time, he brought the food to the table, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, and his hands began to tremble unconsciously.

"Try it and tell me how the fish is now!"

Chen Ming nodded, making sure Yang Song's hands were soaked, and then sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and began to taste.

"Huh? This time the fish and meat flavor is retained to the utmost extent, the Q bomb is soft and soft, not in dialect!" Chen Ming took a sip, and finally couldn't help but admire it.

Meng Shihan also closed his eyes and couldn't help but smile. "Yes, this kind of taste is really not in other stores. Based on this, Yang Song, your squirrel mandarin fish is perfect. Up!"

"already?"

Yang Song took out his hands, wiped and asked, "So there are still incompleteness, right?"

"Well, for example, the oil temperature should be a bit problematic. It's crispy, but a bit hard. If this can be improved, it would be great!"

"Also, there is something wrong with the taste of the gorgon, such as this sour taste, there are some problems!"

"There is a problem with the sour mouth?" Yang Song heard this shortcoming for the first time, and he thought about it carefully. It must be wrong to use tomato sauce for the sour mouth. What if you make your own tomato sauce?

When these words came out, Yang Song realized a little bit, and quickly recorded in the notebook, and then ran towards the room again.

Chen Ming ate most of the squirrel mandarin fish in one breath, wiped his mouth, looked at Meng Shihan, and asked curiously: "Why does this kid have to run into the room every time I think about it?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's best to be quiet!" Meng Shihan took a bite of the fish, and after swallowing, put down his chopsticks, and patted his belly contentedly.

Yang Song actually didn’t think of it. After the squirrel mandarin fish was out of the pot, Yang Song tasted it. Although he knew the shortcomings of the ingredients, it was only because of his system that these guys had eaten their own food for so long. It was so tricky at first, and it was able to taste the shortcomings.

On this day, Yang Song went from the squirrel mandarin fish to the ice-hand processing of fish, and to the on-site brewing of ketchup until 4:30 in the afternoon. The ten fishes were finally finished. Meng Shihan and Chen Ming already felt that It's delicious, and I can't pick out the shortcomings, but Yang Song still seems not satisfied.

"Yang Song, this is the tenth fish today. We can't eat it anymore. Are you still not satisfied? We think it's delicious!"

Chen Ming lay on the chair and wailed. Meng Shihan nodded beside him. The last fish was really delicious. Meng Shihan did not hold back and ate more. He ate squirrel mandarin fish all day long. Up! Chen Ming ate the most, and he couldn't help it getting more and more delicious in the future.

"Let's do it today! It will be the same tomorrow, Chen Ming, remember to bring ten fishes here!" Yang Song put down his pen and ordered to Chen Ming.

"All right! I see!" Chen Ming nodded, seeing that Yang Song finally stopped doing it, stood up, and was going home first! "Okay, I'll leave first! See you everyone!"

Wait, Yang Song called Chen Ming to stop, stood up, and asked, "Do you want to eat fried rice noodles? I'm going to open a store. If you go, you will drop me by."

Chen Ming shook his head. He was full today and didn’t want to eat anything else for the time being, but he saw Yang Song’s hands were red, and he had been frozen in the ice water for a day today. He sighed slightly, "Okay, I'll take you there." It’s really not good, I won’t open a shop today!

"Yes, look at your hands, take a break and rest!" Meng Shihan has never seen anyone who is so determined to cooking. His hands have been frozen in ice water for a whole day. It is too reluctant to open a shop!

"No! Nothing serious, just take a rest!" Yang Song put away the notebook and left with Chen Ming.

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