Siheyuan: Incredible understanding and superb cooking skills

People also privately speculated whether Zhuzi would be promoted to the third chef.

In response to these comments, He Yuzhu remained humble and replied: "My fellow brothers, my experience and skills are still limited and it is difficult to compare with you, so I can only practice it in a clumsy way."

Although this was said unintentionally, being too direct might lead to suspicion of pride, so He Yuzhu did not deliberately show off.

And he knew clearly that even if he did some apprentice work, he could still accumulate proficiency and improve his skills.

During the conversation, He Yuzhu also glanced at his interface.

At this moment, his cooking proficiency is close to 3500. At this rate, he might be able to reach level four today.

If he is promoted to level four, it means that his cooking skills have reached the level of a master chef, and he may be regarded as the chief chef even in an ordinary restaurant.

Of course, He Yuzhu had no intention of changing jobs.

He was satisfied with the spacious terrace of Hongbin Building, Boss Yang was friendly to him and his master was still there.

Everything is solid.

As the night approached six o'clock, the sky was slightly dark, and the main entrance of Hongbin Tower was already crowded with people.

No matter when and where, there will always be some wealthy people, let alone today when we have not entered the era of coupons and there is no public-private partnership, and there is an endless stream of people coming here to dine.

Many diners come here because they admire the time-honored Hongbinlou.

At this moment, several green cars slowly stopped in front of the restaurant gate.

Then, tall figures appeared one after another. These people were the staff of the Military Control Commission.

The guests around just cast curious glances at this, because they were used to seeing all kinds of important people appearing here.

In the box on the second floor, the Military Control Commission's group took their seats one after another, about six or seven people in total.

They greeted the waiter casually and were obviously regulars.

Soon, the waiter nodded and left.

One of them, a middle-aged man with a square face, said, "Old Zhang, the mapo tofu at Hongbinlou is really top-notch. I wanted to try it today!"

The speaker was a middle-aged man with a square face and wearing glasses. He was wearing a simple long coat and there was a hint of heroism between his brows.

The people surrounding him were sitting on both sides, and it was obvious that they were the leaders here.

The man with the square face is named Wang Weiguo, and the man with glasses is Zhang Chunming. They are both captains of the Military Control Commission.

This visit to Hongbinlou is purely to celebrate the team's recent successful tasks.

Zhang Chunming smiled and said, "Well, I am a native Sichuanese, and I am really moved when I heard this."

After He Yuzhu finished the dish in his hand, the situation in the kitchen was like this:

[Cooking Skills +2]

[Proficiency has reached full level, cooking skills upgraded.]

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[Name: He Yuzhu]

[Skill: Cooking Level 4 (0/)]

When He Yuzhu saw the data on the panel, he was both happy and surprised.

He was happy because his cooking skills had finally been upgraded to level 4, but he was surprised that the proficiency required to reach level 4 seemed too demanding.

He thought about it and realized that while there seemed to be no obstacles to his advancement, as long as he had enough time and experience to reach the next level, many others would need years or even decades of hard work to achieve this.

He felt a little more balanced, and with excitement in his eyes, he began to imagine what the effect of Mapo Tofu would be with level 4 skills.

He started cooking Mapo Tofu right away, and now he was familiar with the steps.

This time, while cutting ingredients and stir-frying, He Yuzhu felt an unprecedented sense of fit with the stove, and each of his movements was smoother and more fluid.

Although his hands were constantly busy, his heart was filled with joy. The power of the fourth level of culinary skills was truly jaw-dropping.

Ten minutes later, he brought the finished tofu to the table. The mouth-watering color and fragrant aroma made him marvel.

I felt that I had mastered this dish, but I decided to ask the chef for confirmation next time he came.

At the same time, it is part of the kitchen regulations to report the food you have cooked to the kitchen.

However, when he was carrying the tofu towards the restaurant, he was met by an anxious figure.

"Mapo Tofu, Mapo Tofu, the customer has asked for it several times, why..."

It was the waiter in the private room upstairs who kept reminding me.

As soon as he saw the tofu in He Yuzhu's hand, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it ready? Leave it to me!"

After saying that, he took the tofu and quickly walked to the private room to inform the customer.

He Yuzhu was still in a daze: "Oh, okay, okay..."

[The waiter has entered the front desk, which means someone ordered Mapo Tofu.

He Yuzhu secretly laughed at his own coincidence, but did not intend to clarify the misunderstanding. With his current level, a dish of tofu should be enough to satisfy his cooking needs.

Judging from the waiter's anxious expression, it was obvious that the customer had urged him too much, so he simply served the tofu he had just made, which not only met the customer's needs but also saved some time.

He decided to go back to the kitchen and ask which table ordered the mapo tofu so that he only had to prepare one portion.

Then he slowly reacted...

On the other side, in the box where the military control commission members were, cold dishes began to be served one by one.

Wang Weiguo and Zhang Chunming were enjoying the cold dishes while discussing today's harvest.

"Old Wang, although we have caught a lot of big fish in our operation, according to the instructions of our superiors, there are still some remaining issues that need to be dealt with."

As the captain of the Military Control Commission, Zhang Chunming was responsible for the "documents" related to the Commission.

His job has a different focus from Wang Weiguo, who is good at maintaining public order.

Wang Weiguo chewed the cold peanuts on his plate and said, "Don't worry, Brother Zhang, we will strengthen patrols recently and make sure to catch those scums!"

As he was talking, the waiter brought a plate of boiled Mapo Tofu.

"Everyone, the mapo tofu is here."

Before the waiter finished speaking, the tofu was placed in front of everyone.

Wang Weiguo and Zhang Chunming's noses immediately responded to each other, and their eyes met quietly in the air.

Zhang Chunming smiled and praised: "It's really exquisite. Just by smelling it, you can know the essence of Master Li's craftsmanship!"

As a native of Sichuan cuisine, he has a deeper affection for Mapo Tofu.

After years of wandering, he could not help but pick up the tofu with his chopsticks when he was able to taste the flavor of his hometown in a foreign place.

"Come on, everyone, come and try it. Today is a celebration banquet, so don't hide it."

Wang Weiguo also invited several friends nearby to taste it together.

Wang Weiguo took the chopsticks, blew away the hot air carefully, and a piece of tofu that was still intact went into his mouth, full of fragrance.

However, when he wanted to close his eyes and enjoy it, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

"Strange, this taste..."

He opened his eyes again, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He first took a look at the Mapo Tofu in front of him, and then picked up a piece of beef to taste it.

This time, his doubts were even stronger.

"No, this taste is wrong!"

Even though he is not a native Sichuanese, he can't get enough of the Mapo Tofu that Master Li often makes. It is a must-have dish when he comes to visit.

But the taste today is indeed different from the past.

When Zhang Chunming tried the first bite, a light flashed in his eyes.

“Yes, it’s really authentic Sichuan flavor!”

He was born and raised in Sichuan. Although his childhood was poor, Mapo tofu is one of the rare delicacies in his memory.

Therefore, the taste in this memory is always unforgettable.

That bite, with its fresh, tender, and slightly spicy taste, brought back memories of enjoying Mapo Tofu with his parents when he was a child.

"Old Wang, is this the craftsmanship of Master Li from Hongbinlou? He is indeed good at making spicy tofu!"

Zhang Chunming praised him, but Wang Weiguo's expression became a little strange.

"Lao Zhang, something feels wrong."

Looking at Wang Weiguo's appearance, Zhang Chunming paused and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The person who made this spicy tofu may not be Master Li."

Wang Weiguo expressed his doubts. Although the taste was similar, he could taste some differences because he often saw the craftsmanship of this master.

Zhang Chunming was a little surprised to hear this, but then a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes: "It seems that the chefs in Hongbinlou are all so skilled? I really want to meet this chef."

Wang Weiguo's words aroused Zhang Chunming's curiosity.

Seeing this scene, his eyes revealed subtle suspicion.

He believes that Master Li's skills must be impeccable and difficult for others to replicate.

Everyone has the same skills as Master Li? Don't make such a joke.

You know, everyone in the industry knows that Li Baoguo is the representative Sichuan cuisine chef of Hongbinlou.

If he was really as good as Master Li, he would have shined long ago. How could he remain unknown?

Although the taste of this spicy tofu is indeed slightly different from that of Master Li's, if you taste it carefully, you can still detect subtle differences.

It is very rare to be able to perform close to him in such a situation. Maybe he is the new chef of Hongbinlou?

Therefore, Wang Weiguo whispered a few words to the waiter.

that's it……

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At this moment, in the lobby of Hongbin Building, Yang Guotao was standing at the front desk and saw a clerk returning from the door.

"How's it going? Have you gone to see Master Li?"

He asked the visitor.

It was originally agreed that Master Li would take a rest today and no special reservations were received.

However, unexpectedly, the Military Control Commission's long-term customers held an impromptu celebration banquet today and specifically requested Sichuan cuisine.

So Yang Guotao immediately asked the clerk to go home and call Li Baoguo over.

"Boss, Master Li will be here soon."

The clerk responded.

Yang Guotao nodded and was about to say something when he heard footsteps coming from upstairs.

"Boss, Captain Wang and his team want to know who made that Mapo Tofu, and they also want to meet the chef."

The clerk delivered the message.

Yang Guotao was stunned for a moment when he heard this: "Spicy tofu? They asked who made the spicy tofu? Master Li hasn't come yet, how come Mapo tofu is already ready?"

Yang Guotao took a deep breath and said, "You mean... the spicy tofu has already been served on that table?"

The clerk nodded and responded: "Yes, Captain Wang urged me, and I saw that the mapo tofu was just stewed, so I sent it to them."

The clerk was still confused, but in Yang Guofu's heart, alarm bells were ringing! Oh no!

How could Master Li make the spicy tofu even if he hadn't arrived yet? Could it be...

In an instant, a terrible guess emerged in Yang Guofu's mind, and without even explaining it, he hurried towards the kitchen.

At this time in the kitchen, He Yuzhu had completed one stage of training and was preparing to clean up the food to take home.

Suddenly, Yang Guofu rushed in from outside the kitchen.

"Who made the Mapo Tofu that was just served?"

There was a hint of nervousness and confusion in his tone.