Liuxiang

The atmosphere in the kitchen was solemn and dead.

All the things that happened outside were reported back to the kitchen just now, and the Chinese chefs were already in an uproar. Anyway, the fact that their pot was slapped in the face by customers in public is also sensational. If it is to be spread, their entire team It's not easy to continue to go outside to host a good banquet, even the hotel's own signboard is questionable.

But there's no point in thinking about it now.

Because now Paul has walked in together with the young man who robbed them of their jobs, and it seems that he is ready to cook.

"What should we do now?" Touguo was no longer asking Erguo, but the Chinese chefs asked Hu Jianming, who had returned to the line first, with a gloomy face.

"There's nothing to do. It's his job to cook. It's not that he doesn't know which master's disciple we are. It's not so unruly. Today's banquet will be messed up, and no one is allowed to help him. ! Don’t forget that we are people with backgrounds!” Hu Jianming took the overall situation into consideration, even when he got mad, he even whispered, suppressing it very hard!

But after he finished speaking, he finally let out a sigh of relief, and immediately folded his arms and looked at Yi Baitang with a sneer.

Yi Baitang walked past this group of people without squinting, walked around the kitchen without squinting, and asked Paul without squinting: "Have you decided to make a duck?"

After kicking off the pig teammate, Paul finally relaxed, and now he has a conversation with Yi Baitang: "I can think of what kind of duck, isn't that what you said?" Pulled onto the boat, he couldn’t help himself at this time. He thought for a while and suggested, “Isn’t there a famous three-cup duck in Huaiyang cuisine? Let’s try to make that? Three-cup duck is a Huaiyang dish. It is a characteristic of Yang cuisine, but the sauce can be cooked with a unique French sauce, what do you think?"

Yi Baitang didn't even roll his eyes at the other party: "I think it will be dark outside after we finish cooking three cups of duck for ten tables."

Paul's tooth hurts: "Oh, this gourmet is a tosser, it's not so much to cook the dishes on the menu..."

Now think of the dishes on the menu!

Hu Jianming next to him sneered again when he heard this.

Heh heh heh, it's late!

This is the menu carefully prepared by my master's master, one link after another, can it be changed casually?

Besides, ordinary side dishes are nothing more than dishes that can really serve a banquet, such as duck or chicken, bird's nest or abalone, which ones need to be prepared a day or two or even two or three days in advance?What good things can you make in just 10 minutes to half an hour now!

He just finished thinking about it, when he heard Paul snort again, and said, "Actually, it doesn't take that much time, those people will help you prepare."

Stupid, we wouldn't.Hu Jianming cursed secretly in his heart, but smiled on his face. He made up his mind that the bad idea was not on the face, and was about to make a fool of himself, when Yi Baitang said coldly: "They won't. I wish you could die."

"..." Hu Jianming and others.

What, why can you speak out our badness so frankly?

"Well, I really can't tell the difference between your Chinese faces." Paul looked at Hu Jianming carefully and said regretfully.Then he said, "No matter what dish you are going to make, prepare the duck first. Where is the duck?"

"Over there." Yi Baitang tapped a certain place in the kitchen with his chin.

Everyone looked in the direction Yi Baitang pointed, and saw a row of ten ducks that had lost their feathers and bled, being strung on an iron fork, immersed in the liquid mixed with various ingredients, at least soaked One day and one night, the taste is guaranteed to enter the bones.

After a glance, two voices sounded in the kitchen at the same time!

"That's good!" Paul said happily.

"How can you use this? This is obviously the drunk duck we will make later! What will we do if you take it away!" Hu Jianming lost his voice.

"Is it theirs?" Paul was taken aback, "This..."

Yi Baitang glanced at Hu Jianming.

There was obvious confusion on his face: "Anyway, you all want to see me do things wrong, why should I care what happens to you later? What does what happens to you later have anything to do with me? Well, these days A duck was requisitioned by me."

"..." Hu Jianming and others again.

He said it so confidently and so frankly, it seems...it's really impossible to refute it.

Then Hu Jianming finally realized.

Whether or not Yi Baitang will explain himself later is Yi Baitang's own business. The key issue now is that even if Yi Baitang confesses, they seem to be unable to explain...!

Yi Baitang ignored the group of idiots standing there, and walked directly to the liquid soaking the ducks.

Everyone watched as Yi Baitang took a spoon, took half a spoonful of the contents out of the liquid, put it to his mouth and tasted it: "Shaoxing wine, salt, sugar, honey, tangerine peel..." He only tasted In one bite, he told most of the marinating ingredients in one breath. At this time, Yi Baitang turned to Paul and waved at him.

When he saw the piece of ducks immersed in the water just now, he suddenly had a vague inspiration; and after talking with Hu Jianming, the original inspiration became clearer and clearer, until it turned into a desire to create!

Anyway, he and I are companions, so we won't be cheated.Paul secretly pumped himself up, and then approached Yi Baitang. Before he could speak, he was fed a spoonful of liquid by Yi Baitang.

"What sauce do you think goes well with this flavor?"

Paul tasted it and was not sure.So he took Yi Baitang's big spoon, tasted it slowly for a while, and then suddenly clapped his hands: "Yes!"

"Just serve it with truffles and white stock!"

"That's it." Yi Baitang said calmly, without any extra opinions, "Bring the duck, the stove, your plates and sauces, and we'll cook on the spot. For this dish, we'll do it this way... ..."

In the banquet hall, the guests at the table had resumed their previous chatter and laughter.

Surrounded by Mr. Patch, the bosses who wanted to make a big deal and investment were very winking, and they started chatting about eating and drinking all over the place.

It's the same in the beginning, food and sex are also, if you don't say something related to food at the dinner table, you will be sorry for your appetite!

In a huge banquet, as long as one table is full of people, it will inevitably appear that other tables are deserted.

Yi's father is a member of this deserted table.

He was holding a wine glass, sitting in a corner, not without boredom in his heart.

He didn't believe that Yi Baitang would be able to cook any amazing food in the future. This eldest son, to be honest, was really annoying. He was already a man of [-], and he was playing nonsense all day long. Knowing what he was doing, he would definitely lose face later, but fortunately, no one else knew about his relationship with him.

But even if others don't know, he himself knows, isn't this face still completely thrown away?

Father Yi gulped down the red wine in the glass angrily.

As a result, the liquid of the red wine was still in his mouth, and there was a lot of movement in front of him. He looked out of the corner of his eye, and saw the chefs in white clothes and high hats coming out of the delivery door again. Not only the dishes, but also the raw materials and the boiler were brought out together. As for his eldest son who walked in the front, he carried a fork with a duck on his shoulder, and the duck followed the master's steps. Shake it up and down, it's very ugly!

Yi's father got a sip of red wine stuck in his throat, and almost passed out by himself.

Yi Baitang walked all the way in front of Paqi.

Patch looked at the scene in front of him with interest, and saw the kitchen staff brought by Paul quickly set up the boiler on the table, and then stepped aside, only highlighting the two chefs standing beside the banquet table.

On the way out of the kitchen, Yi Baitang had already told Paul all about how to make the duck.

Now Paul is confident, and his brows are filled with enthusiasm and pride.

He introduced to the guests at the main table: "The dish we are going to taste later is called Roasted Duck with Truffle Sauce, everyone, please wait a moment."

As he said that, he looked at Yi Baitang, and after getting the other's nod, he made a gesture towards the back, and the valve of the stove was opened immediately, and a blue flame shot up from the boiler in an instant.

At this time, Yi Baitang slightly adjusted the position of the duck on his shoulders, moved the duck's body from behind the shoulders to in front of the shoulders, and then picked up a knife from the table.

Everyone has long noticed that this duck looks extraordinary and needs to be carried by the chef.

Originally, there were indeed a few people who secretly laughed in their hearts at this chef because of Yi Baitang's actions.

Unexpectedly, the other party adjusted up and down and held a knife against the duck. In a blink of an eye, he assumed the appearance of playing the violin, turned his face, and lowered his head. It feels like you are in the palace of art, and you are about to watch a violinist play with strings.

Everyone: "..."

No, my eyes seem a little bad today, should I wash my face later...

The light of the knife flashed at this moment.

A piece of crystal clear meat flew out from the duck, accurately passed through the flames, and with a trail of sparks, landed on the large white plate that Paul had prepared long ago.

The knife light flashed continuously at this time.

Slices of crystal clear meat flew out of the duck one after another, one after another, lined up, obediently flying over the flames as if they had grown wings, and then onto the white plate.

Looking at the precise and wonderful knife work, Paul couldn't help but let out a long whistle.

Then, without delay, he picked up the light and thin duck meat on the plate with tweezers and put it on top of each other, added boiling white broth, put truffles on it, and finally served sweet and sour orange sauce on the other side of the white porcelain plate Draw a scribbled duck head for decoration, sprinkle a little green powder at the end, and serve it to Mr. Patch.

At this time, Yi Baitang, who was standing by the table, moved his arms in unison. The silver tip of the knife was like an artist's baton, intertwining into a piece of twinkling starlight in everyone's eyes. This blurred starlight that was close at hand still remained on everyone's retinas By then, Yi Baitang had already stopped his movements, and saw that the duck that was on the fork two minutes ago seemed to have been peeled and boned, and there was only a good duck bone left, with the thin skin covering the bone A layer of membrane persisted for a while before falling onto the fork with a clang.

The duck slices by the stove have piled up into a small mountain.

Paul kept his hands on, finishing the duck slices one by one, and serving them to every guest at the main seat.

Shang Huaiyan is just one of the masters.

The plate had been handed to him, he picked it up with a fork calmly, and took a bite.

After entering the food, the smell is still there, Shang Huaiyan felt his body tremble naturally at this time, his eyes flashed, a knife was held in one left hand, a fork in the right hand, and a majestic duck suddenly appeared in front of him!