The gourmet master on the tongue

Yan Ran was cooking in the kitchen. When he saw Wang Linyue go back and forth, he ignored him and continued to concentrate on cooking.

When Wang Linyue arrived in the kitchen, he didn't talk to Yanran, but sat not far away and stared at Yanran cooking, with a motionless appearance like an owl.

At this time, Yan Ran was making twice-cooked pork, and the skillful technique had obviously been done countless times.

Wang Linyue's expression slowly changed from contempt and displeasure at the beginning, and a trace of surprise began to show in his eyes.

The first three dishes were okay, but when Yan Ran was making Mapo Tofu, Wang Linyue couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The skill of handling the garlic sprouts with that hand was astonishing. Looking at the green garlic sprouts standing upright on the plate, Wang Linyue blinked solemnly.

Not everyone can learn this unique skill, it must be taught by a famous teacher.

What is the origin of this kid?Wang Linyue stared at Yanran thoughtfully.

Twice-cooked pork, boiled pork slices, saliva chicken, mapo tofu, bean sprout ball soup, Sichuan cuisine is Yanran's specialty, and it doesn't take long to prepare these four dishes and one soup.

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When the food was on the table, Rong Jinyuan personally invited his mother to come downstairs for dinner.

When he came to the restaurant and saw Wang Linyue standing in the corner, although he was a little puzzled, he didn't think much about it.

"Mom, slow down." Rong Jinyuan carefully helped his mother to the table and sat down.

Mrs. Rong looked at the four dishes and one soup in front of her, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Well, this dish tastes good." Mrs. Rong nodded with a smile.

"Mom, which dish do you want to eat, I'll get it for you." Rong Jinyuan asked.

"Let's have Mapo Tofu first!" Mrs. Rong said.

"Okay." Rong Jinyuan nodded, got up and served a small bowl of mapo tofu for his mother.

Mrs. Rong took the bowl and looked at the mapo tofu inside: "This dish is a bit hot."

She gently scooped a spoonful into her mouth.

"En!" Mrs. Rong couldn't help nodding her head repeatedly.

I sent the small bowl of mapo tofu into my stomach in one breath.

"That's right, this mapo tofu tastes good, authentic!" Mrs. Rong praised.

After He Jinrui listened, he looked at Yan Ran with a smile.

Yan Ran smiled slightly, a little shy.

Wang Linyue had mixed feelings in his heart. At first, he thought that Yanran's dishes might be just superficial, but Mrs. Rong's tongue is not ordinary. She said it was delicious, so it was really delicious!

"Mom, what else do you want to eat?" Rong Jinyuan asked.

"Let's boil the sliced ​​meat!" Mrs. Rong said.

"Okay." Rong Jinyuan nodded, and took a piece of boiled pork for his mother.

"Bite carefully!" Rong Jinyuan warned.

"My teeth are very good." Mrs. Rong said with a smile.

After eating a slice of boiled meat, Mrs. Rong seemed a little unsatisfied, and Rong Jinyuan pretended to continue to pick up vegetables for her mother.

Mrs. Rong said, "I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself. I've gained strength in the past two days. I don't need you. I'll do it myself."

"Okay, okay, do it yourself." Rong Jinyuan said quickly.

My mother was getting old, and she suddenly lost strength in her right hand some time ago. Although she recovered well, Rong Jinyuan still had to be more careful.

Mrs. Rong first picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork, and then a piece of saliva chicken. She seemed to be enjoying herself.

"Mom, chew slowly." Rong Jinyuan urged.

"You are so long-winded, my teeth are very good." Mrs. Rong waved her hands impatiently.

Although Rong Jinyuan said before cooking that Mrs. Rong's teeth are not bad, but Yan Ran still put in a lot of effort, all the meat dishes are specially made tender and delicious.

Mrs. Rong ate very happily, and couldn't help praising: "Old Wang's cooking skills are getting better and better!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was startled.

The expression on Wang Linyue's face was extremely rich. He felt upset and blushed at the same time, wishing he could find a hole to get in on the spot.

Why don't I go straight home just now?What am I doing here? Me?Wang Linyue rolled his eyes in his heart.

"Mom, these dishes are not made by Master Wang, but by Master Xiaoyan." Rong Jinyuan introduced Yanran to his mother.

Only then did Mrs. Rong notice Yan Ran: "Yo, this guy is so handsome!"

She looked at Yan Ran for a while, then turned to her son and said, "You said he cooked all these dishes?"

Mrs. Rong obviously didn't believe that this young man who was about the same age as her grandson could cook such authentic Sichuan cuisine.

"Yes, he made all these dishes." Rong Jinyuan nodded.

However, Mrs. Rong still didn't believe it. She raised her head and scanned around, her eyes finally fell on Wang Linyue.

Wang Linyue obviously had a premonition of what was going to happen next, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and he thought anxiously, don't ask me, don't ask me, I don't know anything.

"Old Wang, let me ask you, these dishes are really not made by you, but by this young man?" Mrs. Rong asked.

Wang Linyue felt that he was almost out of breath, who am I, where am I, and what am I doing? ? ?

Exhaling lightly, Wang Linyue still answered truthfully: "Yes, old lady, he cooked all these dishes."

Am I officially unemployed?Wang Linyue thought blankly.

Mrs. Rong looked at Yan Ran in surprise after hearing this: "Young man, how old are you?"

"Old lady, I'm 25 this year." Yan Ran replied.

"25? Such a good craftsmanship at such a young age, that's really amazing!" Mrs. Rong said.

Yan Ran smiled shyly.

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After lunch, Mrs. Rong went upstairs to rest.

After Rong Jinyuan sent his mother down, Wang Linyue had already left Rong Zhai.

Yan Ran and He Jinrui greeted Rong Jinyuan and planned to go back.

"Master Yan, please wait a moment." Rong Jinyuan called Yan Ran to stop.

"Mr. Rong, is there anything else you can do?" Yan Ran asked.

"Master Yan, I chatted with Xiaohe just now, and he told me that you are not the chef of Xianmanyuan, but you have opened a snack bar outside." Rong Jinyuan said.

Yan Ran nodded slightly.

"It's like this. I want to ask Master Yan to come to our house to cook. The monthly salary is 2 yuan. I wonder if Master Yan is willing?" Rong Jinyuan said.

Yan Ran was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and refused.

"Master Yan, I really sincerely want to invite you to cook at our house. As you saw just now, my mother likes your cooking very much." Rong Jinyuan said.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Rong, I still want to open a restaurant by myself, how about this, if Mrs. Rong wants to eat my food in the future, just call me and I will definitely come." Yan Ran replied.

"That's it..." Rong Jinyuan nodded helplessly.

"Master Yan, how about I fund you to open a Sichuan restaurant?" Rong Jinyuan asked.

"Mr. Rong, you value me so much, thank you so much! But I just want to open my snack bar right now, and I'll take care of the rest in the future." Yan Ran said, opening a Sichuan restaurant is very good , It's a pity that there is no reward for Kitchen Cube...

Rong Jinyuan really didn't understand why Yanran, with such cooking skills, didn't want to open a Sichuan restaurant, but opened a snack bar instead.

He was quite helpless, but he could only shake his head and laugh: "Okay, Master Yan, thank you for coming today, if you need my help in the future, come to me anytime."

The two sides added WeChat, and Rong Jinyuan gave Yanran another 2000 yuan red envelope, but Yanran refused to accept it at first, but in the end it couldn't match Rong Jinyuan's enthusiasm, so he had to accept it.

It's not that Yan Ran is noble and doesn't love money, it's mainly because of He Jinrui.

He planned to buy from Xianmanyuan for a long time in the future, and selling favors to He Jinrui was the most important thing.

After bidding farewell to Rong Jinyuan, He Jinrui sent Yanran back to the shop.

On the way, He Jinrui proposed to invite Yan Ran to dinner, but Yan Ran declined with a smile.

"Mr. He, the meal is free, but I have a request, I wonder if Mr. He can agree?" Yan Ran said.

"Tell me." He Jinrui shrugged.

"In the future, if I purchase goods from your company, can I always pay at the employee price?" Yan Ran asked.

"No problem!" He Jinrui agreed without thinking.

"You really don't plan to eat?" He Jinrui asked with a smile.

"Go back to the store, I'll cook, how about it?" The corners of Yan Ran's mouth slightly raised.

"That's good." He Jinrui subconsciously put more pressure on the accelerator pedal after hearing this, and the speed of the car instantly increased.

In the Rong Zhai just now, he was secretly drooling!

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Zhang Zhangxin is a freelance writer who specializes in writing some financial analysis articles, and also writes some food-introducing articles for magazines and newspapers in his spare time.

There are two food streets in Baohua City - Miaokou and South Campus. Zhang Zhangxin will definitely go there for a full meal every once in a while.

I just had time today, and after finishing writing the manuscript, Zhang Zhang drove to the Food Street of the South Campus.

Zhang Zhangxin walked and watched while walking, and walked to the door of Guangwei chicken drumstick shop.

Xu Jinwen saw him, and immediately greeted him with a smile: "Writer Zhang."

"Brother Wen." Zhang Chengxin replied with a smile.

"Writer Zhang hasn't come for a long time!" Xu Jinwen laughed.

"I've been busy recently, Brother Wen, how's business going?" Zhang Zhangxin said.

Xu Jinwen said with a smile: "It's okay, what are you going to eat today?"

"Simply, let's have a salt-baked chicken leg first!" Zhang Zhangxin said.

"Okay, you sit first." Xu Jinwen responded happily.

After a while, Xu Jinwen came over with two salt-baked chicken legs.

"Buy one get one free." Xu Jinwen said with a smile.

"Then thank you Brother Wen!" Zhang Zhangxin thanked him with a smile.

Just when Zhang Zhangxin picked up the chicken drumsticks and was about to enjoy them, he suddenly smelled a strong crispy aroma in the air.

"It smells so good!" Zhang Zhangxin subconsciously said.

Xu Jinwen was greeting other guests, and when he heard Zhang Zhangxin's words, he said with a smile: "My chicken legs are all made in secret, and the taste is absolutely the same! Hehehe..."

Zhang Zhangxin was so preoccupied with the crispy scent that he didn't pay attention to what Xu Jinwen said.

He stood up from his chair, walked outside the store, and wriggled his nose to find the source of the scent.

"Brother Wen, save the chicken legs for me, I'll be over later." Zhang Zhangxin said as he walked towards the source of the fragrance.

It was only then that Xu Jinwen realized who Zhang Zhangxin was praising with the phrase "It smells so good" just now.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, looking at Zhang Zhangxin's back: "..." In my store, I said that the food from other stores is delicious!

He turned to his wife and said, "Yuzhen, put away those two chicken legs." No buy one get one free, this guy!

……

Zhang Zhangxin searched all the way to the door of Yanran's snack bar.

Looking into the store, I saw a handsome young guy cooking an unknown delicacy.

The thing was in long strips, a bit like donkey meat from Hejian, but the taste and method were completely different.

What is this new thing?A new idea of ​​the charter.

At this time, there were more than a dozen people in the front row of Yan Ran's store, so he hurried forward to line up.

Finally, it was his turn.

Standing in front of the pot, he smelled the crispy aroma in the air, looked at the food fried until golden in the pot, and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, what is this thing called?"

Yan Ran replied with a smile: "The bag is on fire."

Yan Ran smiled, and the girls who lined up burst into joy, so handsome! ! !

"Burn bag on fire? Northern snacks?" Zhang Zhangxin asked.

"Yes, old Beijing snacks." Yan Ran nodded.

The baguette fire originated from the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty and was created by the Yao family. Because of its delicious taste, it soon became known as the capital city.

Because the shape of the bag is a bit like the bag that was carried on the shoulders in ancient times, it has such a name.

It’s not that difficult to make a baguette over fire. You just need to cut the fat and lean pork into the size of rice grains, then add minced ginger and spring onion, stir to make a dough, and then add the mixed fillings and fry in a pan.

Of course, the ratio of dough to filling, as well as the heat of frying, these all depend on the real skills of the hands.

"Give me two!" Zhang Zhangxin said.

"Sorry, this store has a limit of purchases, one per person." Yan Ran replied.

"Purchase limit?" Zhang Zhangxin blinked.

It was the first time he had come across one that sold snacks and restricted purchases.

"Okay! Then give me one." Zhang Zhangxin said.

Yan Ran nodded, and packed a paper bag for Zhang Zhangxin: "Be careful of burning your hands!"

"Okay, it's okay, I'll scan the QR code for money." Zhang Zhangxin took the bag and said on fire.

After paying, Zhang Zhangxin walked out of the snack bar with a bag on fire.

Because he was so greedy, he didn't bother to find a place to sit down, so he just stood on the street and started eating.

The long bag burns close to the tip of the nose, and an extremely crispy smell rushes into the nose impatiently.

Zhang Zhang took a new bite, and his mouth was instantly full of oily aroma. The aroma of the fusion of pork, green onion and ginger was fat but not greasy, burnt and crispy, and the filling inside was even more memorable.

The filling is made from pork, leek yellow, sea cucumber and shrimp. The taste is very rich and layered, and every bite is a great satisfaction.

Zhang Zhangxin ate with happiness written all over his face, shaking his head as if he hadn't eaten meat in 800 years.

Instantly extinguishing the burning bag in his hand, Zhang Zhangxin turned his head to look at Yanran's snack bar. In just a short while, there were more than a dozen people queuing in front of the door.

It's so delicious, no wonder the purchase is limited!A new idea for the charter.