Quick-Crossing Slag Ex-Cleaning Guide

Song Xing woke up very early the next day, not only because he was going to practice knife skills, but also when An Luochi was there, the original owner prepared three meals a day.Even when attending a banquet, do you plan ahead? Prepare the dishes that Anluochi will eat.

It can be said that in order to please An Luochi, the original owner almost became her personal chef.

After soaking the rice to be used, Song Xing started to process the chicken.

After the chicken is washed, add hot water, cut into shreds after the blood is completely removed, then add a little cooking wine, salt, pepper, and water starch to marinate.An Luochi likes light food, and loves the original taste of food.Therefore, Song Xing only adds a little seasoning, which will not cover up the tenderness of the chicken.

Put the rice into the pot, add the shredded ginger, bring to a boil over high heat and turn to medium-low heat.Add the marinated shredded chicken after it becomes thick, and finally add a little sugar to enhance the taste.

Song Xing moves in one go, every step is meticulous, and strives to be perfect.There are no longer simple ingredients in her hands, but a work of art carefully crafted by her.

An Luochi had just come downstairs, and the delicious fragrance from a bowl of steaming mushroom and chicken porridge made her involuntarily quicken her pace.

Zhang Yuling said with a smile: "Only Songxing's cooking can make us so impatient in Luochi."

In fact, An Luochi was far from being able to "can't wait", but her feelings were too indifferent, and even a slight change would be very obvious.

Ever since An Luochi was diagnosed with Emotional Deficiency Disorder, Zhang Yuling, a mother, tried her best to make An Luochi smile halfway.

Only when she eats the dishes made by Song Xing, will she reveal a little anger like a dead tree that has suddenly received rain and dew.Only at this time did Zhang Yuling feel that her daughter's heart was truly alive.

The indoor elevator door opened, and an old man walked in slowly.

Song Xing's eyes moved slightly, and he got up to greet him: "Master, good morning."

The old man was An Yitang, with silver-white hair combed meticulously, and a pair of sharp eyes that did not make anyone intimidated.He was wearing a black silk Tang suit with dragon patterns. Although he was old, his steps were steady and his spirit was very hale and hearty.

Seeing An Luochi obediently drinking porridge, An Yitang smiled gently.

Except for An Luochi, the rest of the people waited for An Yitang to move their chopsticks before starting to eat breakfast, which shows how much she is favored in An's family.

Song Xing glanced at An Luochi, with a smile in his eyes.

She ate very slowly and very quietly, not even making a chewing sound.In Song Xing's eyes, this scene is pleasing no matter how you look at it.

The dining table of the An family adheres to the rule of "don't talk about food", and after a meal, the only sound of the collision of bowls and chopsticks can be heard.

After breakfast, An Luochi would go to draw in the garden, which was one of her few recreational activities.

Perhaps it was because Song Xing's peeping eyes were too straightforward, An Luochi was stunned for a second with his expressionless face, and soon went to the garden accompanied by Zhang Yuling.

"Since you've finished eating, let's go to practice early." An Yitang's tone was indifferent, his eyes fell on Song Xing, making her rare back tense.

This An Yitang is indeed a character, Song Xing secretly thought.This sentence sounds ordinary, but she still tasted something deep.

Perhaps the original owner's ambitions were not as well hidden as she thought, at least in front of people like An Yitang, the original owner's high-ranking tricks were really not enough.Or maybe it was because the original owner was useful to An Luochi, so she was allowed to use the An family's resources.

Maybe it wasn't the original owner who took advantage of An Jia, but An Jia held her in his hands.

Song Xing's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a warm voice, "Yes."

Although An Yitang is no longer out of the mountain, after retiring from the position of first-line chef, he has served as the honorary president of the Huaguo Chefs Association, and he has a lot of entertainment every day.

Despite this, he treated his apprentices as harshly as he did every day for ten years.Whether it is a well-known chef who has been in the industry for many years, or a fledgling chef like the original owner, the basic exercises are treated equally.

But those who are in Beijing have to get together on time every day to practice knife skills.This is also to tell everyone that fame is like floating clouds, and only by practicing the basic skills down-to-earth, without arrogance or impetuosity, can one become a real chef.

Zhaixinlou is a restaurant under Anjia, with three floors.The first floor is for customers to spend, the second floor is used to receive VIPs, and the third floor is a place for practicing.

The original owner is here to practice knife skills with other apprentices of An Yitang.

However, compared to the others, the original owner was much younger and had the lowest status, so he was naturally the least popular.It is common to be satirized, excluded, and looked down upon, and there are even unsightly attempts to harass her.

The original owner knocked out his teeth every time and swallowed it in his stomach, keeping these humiliations in his heart, thinking that one day he would definitely pay back twice as much.

After checking the memory of the original owner, Song Xing had a cold look in his eyes.She is not the original owner, let alone bear the burden of humiliation.

The entrance to the third floor of Zhaixin Building is in another place, which is separated from the diners.When Song Xing arrived, there were already four or five people inside.

Anyi Hall rarely accepts disciples, and there are only eight students in total over the years.Except for the two who are abroad, the rest are all developed in Beijing, and they all have their own industries, and they all have more or less achievements in the industry.

For the original owner, a related household who relied on Anluochi to get into the eyes of the old man, he couldn't see it very well.

Before entering the door, I heard the people inside boasting to each other, which seemed to be an industry exchange meeting.Song Xing raised his eyebrows, these people may have superb cooking skills, but their character is not flattering.

Then she thought that the original owner was also of poor character, and she was a little suspicious of Mr. An's vision of accepting apprentices.

After Song Xing entered the door, they pretended that she didn't exist, and still chatted happily.The scene was immediately divided into two parts, one was very lively and the other was very deserted.

Song Xing didn't bother to deal with them, so he put on his apron and picked out knives.

Just picked up a serrated slicing knife, a teasing voice sounded: "Are you cutting bread? We have been in this industry for so long, but we have never seen anyone cutting bread and practicing knife skills. Today is really an eye-opener!"

The person who came was Huang Zhihe, who was in his thirties or teens and relied on his talent to work as the head chef in his own hotel.The new Huaiyang cuisine that he presided over the research and development had been popular in Beijing for a while, and the talent is so small, but people are getting more and more impetuous.

At the beginning, he still wanted to chase the original owner, but after being rejected, he ran to block the eyes three or five times, which annoyed the original owner.

Song Xing glanced at him indifferently, raised the knife in his hand, and a silver streak flashed quickly.The fish on the cutting board is cut in half, and the cut surface is smooth and flat, which does not lose the effect of cutting fish with a Chinese kitchen knife.

Huang Zhihe's face changed slightly, and he quickly adjusted his facial expression again: "You haven't forgotten our previous competition, have you?"

Song Xing put down the knife: "Of course not, if you lose, don't appear in front of me again."

Huang Zhihe smiled with confidence in his face: "Are you joking? I will lose to you?"

Seeing this, someone on the side said: "Junior Sister, are you sure you want to compete with Zhihe? You are lucky, and the dishes you cook suit Ms. An's appetite, but it doesn't mean that your cooking skills are really good."

The original owner had heard such straightforward and cruel words too much, which made her more and more paranoid about fame and fortune.But these words are not painful to Song Xing, isn't it just to encourage her to agree to the competition, even if no one comes out to disturb the muddy water, Song Xing will accept the competition, so that these people will not bother her again in the future.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's get started."

"Okay, you will look better if you lose!"

The competition between the two is to choose ingredients to cook a dish. There is no limit to the dishes. Whoever cooks the better taste within half an hour will win.

This not only tests the chef's grasp of ingredients, but also the matching of ingredients.In a limited time, it requires a lot of chef's skills to make excellent and delicious food.

Pick up the prawns in the pool to drain the water, lift off the prawn helmet, pinch the joint between the prawn stomach and prawn intestine with slender fingers, squeeze gently, and squeeze out all the filth from the prawn head along with the prawn threads.

The meat quality of each shrimp has not been damaged after being processed, and it remains the most tender state.

After processing the shrimp, put it aside, Song Xing fully stirs the egg liquid, and then adds a little water.

Huang Zhihe is putting in onions and sautéing them in a very dazzling way.

Compared to Song Xing's deserted side, Huang Zhihe had a few people around, all watching his actions.

Song Xing chuckled, and continued with his movements in an orderly manner.Heat up the pan, brush the oil and pour in the egg liquid, then add the shrimp and stir fry together.

The time passed by every minute and every second, and soon half an hour was here.

Song Xing takes the lead? Press the bell, and a dish of scrambled eggs with shrimps is freshly out of the pan.The shrimp is tender and smooth, and the scrambled eggs are crystal clear. The combination makes the index finger move.

Huang Zhihe brought out a plate of Italian risotto, the beef and tomato were dotted in the soft rotten rice sprinkled with chopped green onions, and the color was bright.Judging from their looks, the two were actually on par.

Huang Zhihe looked at the scrambled eggs with shrimps brought out by Song Xing with disdain, and he didn't like it very much.People who are not popular can only cook dishes that are not popular.

Song Xing ignored his eyes and said to everyone: "Try it."

Everyone took the lead? Started to try Huang Zhihe's risotto, and Song Xing took a spoonful of it.

She frowned as soon as she ate it, the beef was not soft enough, and the rice was too soft, it felt overwhelming in her mouth.

"I really don't know how you work as a chef. Don't you know that beef needs to be boiled for at least 40 minutes?" Song Xing pointed out bluntly: "The taste is too ordinary."

Huang Zhihe was furious. No one had ever spoken to him like this since he became the chef: "This is beef marinated in pineapple juice, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

Song Xing sneered, she could tell who was better by looking at everyone's expressions.Huang Zhihe likes to innovate dishes, and likes to use different techniques to treat ingredients, but it often makes the food lose its original umami taste, which is a little bit upside down.

After eating Italian risotto, eating Song Xing's scrambled eggs with shrimps will only amplify the refreshing feeling and make the already delicious food even more delicious.

It's self-evident who wins and who loses. Song Xing smiled slightly, and didn't feel any joy because of winning: "Huang Zhihe, don't bother me again in the future."

"you!"

"Master!"

"Master, why are you here?"

Huang Zhihe's anger hadn't vented yet, but An Yitang's sudden appearance made him feel like a deflated ball in an instant.

The old man's expression was unclear, and he walked slowly to the crowd with his hands behind his back. "If I don't come, how can I see this good show?"

There was already reproach in his tone, he looked around the crowd, and finally his eyes fell on Song Xing.

Everyone dared not show their anger, Song Xing handed over a pair of chopsticks: "Master, would you like to try it?"

An Yitang stared at the chopsticks with shrewd and sharp eyes for a long time, then took a shrimp and put it into his mouth.

Song Xing is very confident. This dish seems simple, but the rich taste contained in it will definitely hit Mr. An's taste buds.

"Others, continue your practice." An Yitang slowly put down his chopsticks: "Song Xing, follow me."

Amid the surprised or puzzled gazes of the crowd, Song Xing followed An Yitang, and did not forget to give Huang Zhihe a provocative look, which made him jump on the spot angrily.

Following An Yitang into his exclusive box on the second floor, the tea was already hot and fragrant.

"Starting tomorrow, you don't have to come."

Song Xing was stunned: "Master, please clarify."

An Yitang poured himself a cup of tea: "You can sign up for next year's Golden Swan Awards. From now on, practice at home."

Does this mean to give her a little treat?

"Okay, let's go back." An Yitang glanced at Song Xing, and said one more sentence: "Let Luo Chi taste this dish at noon today."

In an instant, An Yitang seemed to have aged a lot. The back of an old man who has reached his twilight years is not so straight after all.

Song Xing nodded: "I understand."

The old man looked out of the window with a gloomy expression.Hope this decision is the right one for his granddaughter.

Exit the room, the driver is already waiting outside.Only then did Song Xing realize that it was for her to go back to the villa.

Song Xing couldn't hide his excitement that he could accompany An Luochi, who would want to come here every day to face a group of old bacon.

Back at Anjia Villa, Song Xing did not go to Anluochi immediately, but plunged into the kitchen to prepare lunch for her.

An Luochi spent the whole morning drawing in the garden, only focusing on the drawing board in front of him.

When Zhang Yuling passed by occasionally, she couldn't help sighing.An Luochi won't agree? She spoke without taking a sip of the water at hand.There is a posture of not eating or drinking until the painting is completed.

She is like a shelved rose, retracted into a thorny protective shell, no one can get close.

Until a burst of fragrance hit his nostrils, An Luochi's wrists froze slightly, and he couldn't help pursing his lips.She turned her head slightly, and was looking into Song Xing's smiling eyes.

"Luo Chi, come to have lunch." Song Xing smiled and put the dishes one by one on the small table in the garden.

There were only the two of them in the garden, and the servant was tactful and didn't come forward? Interrupt? Zhang Yuling was also very relieved to let Song Xing and An Luochi stay together.

After pulling out a chair for An Luochi and letting her sit down, Song Xing sat across from An Luochi.

An Luochi picked up the shrimp meat, and bit the soft and tender shrimp meat with his white teeth. It was an ordinary action, but Song Xing's face felt a little hot.

Could it be that he had been abstinent for too long in his previous life, and now he can think of yellow waste in everything he sees?Song Xing tried his best to pour out the indescribable things in his mind, and lowered his head to eat seriously.

From time to time, I raised my eyes to look at Anluochi, and saw her take one bite after another, and soon a small bowl of rice would be drained.

"Eat slowly, it's all yours, no one will grab it from you." Song Xing was a little amused, and she filled half a bowl of soup for An Luochi: "Drink some? How about a taste?"

"This is radish stewed broth. The corn is specially selected for your favorite sweet corn, and there are shrimps in it."

Song Xing began to talk about the recipe of this soup after rambling, and then talked about her competition with Huang Zhihe this morning.

From drinking the soup seriously to listening to her talk, An Luochi's indifferent eyes never left Song Xing's body.

Seeing her serious appearance, Song Xing's heart softened, and he really wanted to hold her in his arms and move her vigorously.But she only dared to think about it, for fear of scaring An Luochi and making her sicker.

"Have you eaten? Let's go back, you should take a nap."

Hearing this, An Luochi got up, watched Song Xing tidy up the dishes, and followed her to the villa.

Song Xing quietly pulled into the distance between the two of them. She felt that An Luochi's body tensed instantly, and quickly retreated to a safe distance.She chatted with An Luochi as if nothing had happened, trying to ease her nervousness.

After walking for a while, An Luochi took the initiative to draw the two of them closer, which made Song Xing very happy, and his words were very brisk.

When passing by the rocking chair in the garden, an excited voice came: "Really?! Are you sure? In Xinzhou City? Good! Good! I'll be right there!"

Then An Jianling stepped out from the other side, his excitement could not be concealed between his brows and eyes, but he did not notice the existence of the two of them.

Song Xing looked sideways at An Jianling's back, his eyes were dark, it turned out that An Shinian's whereabouts were found so quickly.

She turned her head and walked together with An Luochi. This time, she would not let anyone hurt An Luochi, including herself.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-06-0118:40:38~2021-06-0217:47:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: Annie and Mochi 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Hayakawa Wang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!