Home Cook

When he came to the hotel's kitchen, Bai Ye looked around and nodded with satisfaction.

Well, in fact, the hotel kitchen is much more advanced than the small kitchen in his store, and he is really not picky.

"What kind of ingredients do you need, see if there are any ingredients in the storage warehouse. If not, I will have someone prepare it for you."

Dojima Gin said to Bai Ye.

"No need, Chef Dojima, all the ingredients are here, just have this."

From the place where the ingredients were placed, Bai Ye picked up a Chinese cabbage, weighed it in his hand, and replied with a smile.

He looked at the time, it was just eight o'clock in the morning, and after thinking about the time to make this dish, it seemed a little long, so he said.

"Is there no class in the morning, seniors? My dish may take a while."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, I have class in the afternoon."

Shinomiya Kojiro pushed his eyes, the lenses reflected cold light.

However, Suwon Fuyumi and the double chin nodded and walked out, looking like they should have classes in the morning.

Bai Ye didn't care much about this either. He carefully looked at the Chinese cabbage in his hand to make sure that it was not fully cooked, and then nodded with satisfaction.

He took another chicken, a pig's trotter, a few spare ribs, and some dried scallops from the ingredients storehouse, and Bai Ye turned around to set it on fire.

Soak the dried scallops in water, open three pots in the white night, boil boiling water in the pots, put the chicken, pig's trotters and ribs in the three pots respectively. The bloodshot and magazines in the three ingredients were almost cleaned up, and they were washed with water again, and then he threw all three ingredients into a large pot.

Well, that's right, Bai Ye is preparing to boil the soup. The dish he is about to make is like the last Yangchun noodles. The essence is all in the soup.

Add cold water to the pot, add spring onion and **** to taste, add scallops, bring to a boil, add cooking wine, then turn to low heat and simmer.

Soup takes time to boil.

After doing all this, Bai Ye ran over to deal with the cabbage. It was a big piece of cabbage. He only took the inner part of the cabbage. The cabbage was bright yellow and looked good.

Choosing cabbage, here, Bai Ye remembered that he seemed to have forgotten a very important tool.

"Chef Dojima, are there any silver needles here?"

Shirogane looked at Dojima Gin.

"Silver needle?"

Dojima Gin looked at Bai Ye and wondered why he wanted this thing?

"Well, just the kind used for acupuncture and moxibustion?"

Bai Ye nodded.

"There is one in this hotel."

Dojima Gin ordered someone to fetch it.

Bai Ye was still choosing the cabbage slowly but seriously, his eyes were a little dazed.

Because the business in the store is getting better and better, in order to catch up with the speed of the customers, he used to say that he was in a hurry when he cooked every day, and it has been a long time since he cooked a dish as slowly as he is now.

It seems that he has become a little impetuous since some time, and he only cares about the pursuit of speed in cooking every day, and he forgets the novelty and joy when he first encountered cooking.

At that time, he thought it was really interesting to cook. After watching the ingredients turned into delicious dishes through his hands, he watched the dishes filled with a sense of accomplishment. At that time, there were far fewer guests than now. , but every time the guests are full of praise for his dishes, the satisfaction in his heart has no words.

It's just that, I don't know when, as the business in the store is getting better and better, his craftsmanship has become more and more skilled, and the speed of cooking is getting faster and faster. Every time the dish is finished, he will rush to the table without even looking at it. , the fun of cooking seems to be diminishing day by day, and the rest seems to be the emptiness of completing tasks.

The guests are still full of praise for his dishes, but it seems that he is no longer satisfied when he hears these praises.

Well, there's no other reason, it's just that I've heard a lot. I listen to a sentence every day, and I'm used to listening to it, and I believe it is true. Now that he hears others compliment him on his good cooking, it doesn't seem that he is moved, but rather. A matter of course.

Of course, the dishes I cook at night are naturally delicious.

Just, what do you call your cooking? Bai Ye, Bai Ye, do you really know how to cook?

Mingxin asked himself, and then Bai Ye was silent.

It's not that the dishes he cooks are delicious, but the dishes made by his predecessor are delicious, or the dishes made by the system are delicious. He himself is still just an apprentice following the predecessor's footsteps and learning from the predecessor's experience, or he is an apprentice. A cheating party that relies on the system to open up.

Every dish he cooks seems to be left over from his predecessor, or a recipe bought from the system. Has he really studied a dish that belongs to him?

No.

The praise of others is the praise of the cooking skills left over from the predecessor, not the praise of you, and the only real thing you have is probably the touch when you tried cooking for the first time, but that touch seems to be still Forgotten by you.

Thinking back to this, Bai Ye was silent, and then he shook his head.

"Where did so many distractions come from, what the predecessor left to me is naturally mine, the system is my golden finger, so why not use it, don't use it for nothing, the only thing I really did wrong is that I forgot the fun of cooking, and it has gradually Just a little anxious."

Staring at the cabbage heart in his hand, Bai Ye looked at his heart as if he was staring at it, and then he clicked.

"System, you're making a fool of yourself again, usually a lazy person like me wouldn't think about these messy things."

This system will not take the blame, hum!

"Hehe, the only one who can affect my mood is your powerful system, but thank you."

Bai Ye thanked silently in his heart, then stood up and went to see his soup.

one hour, two hours

When the broth in the pot is almost the same, the pot is opened in Baiye, and the steps of hanging the soup begin.

Watching the gauze-covered meat velvet gradually absorb the impurities in the soup, Bai Ye's impetuous heart became calmer and calmer~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was as if the meat velvet did not absorb the impurities in the soup, It was the impurities in his heart.

Hanging the soup over and over again, until the soup is clear, like boiled water, Bai Ye stopped.

Looking at this unprecedented pure soup, Bai Ye smiled.

I am also getting nervous. It seems that there is no need to make it so clear. Boiled cabbage, boiled cabbage, this time it is really about to become boiled water.

At this time, the broth in the pot was as clear as boiled water, but under that clearness there was a strong fragrance overflowing.

Divide the clear soup in the cauldron into two pots and keep them warm on a slow fire. Bai Ye picks up the selected cabbage and prepares to start cooking.

"Baicai is still better than cabbage, and all the meat is still fragrant with pork. Let's see if the boiled cabbage, one of the Chinese state banquet dishes, can help me pass the test."

With a smile on the corner of Bai Ye's mouth, this cabbage seems interesting to cook.

Hmm, fun. To be continued.