Youjia Inn

Xiaodao’s life in Donglai Building is no different from Zhengxing Building. His daily activities are cooking in the big kitchen. When he is free, he goes to the small kitchen to watch Master Zhou make pasta and make pasta by himself.

From the opening of the restaurant in the morning to the closing of the restaurant in the evening, they are cooking or preparing to cook all the time.

In addition to eating, sleeping and writing recipes, except for necessary conversations, generally do not communicate with others.

If the people around want to ask him to have a drink and talk about his life after dinner, get in touch with each other to understand each other and promote their relationship, it is purely looking for unhappiness for themselves.

Anyone looking at the rigid face of a dead fish is not interested in chatting, let alone the general conversation content is like this.

"Hey, Master Knife, what a coincidence, come, come, come, sit here."

"No, I'm not free."

"Uh..." The conversation ended.

"Hey, Master Knife, today is your day off."

"Yes."

"Then why are you still wearing this suit? Quickly pack up and go to Wang Shitou's house to have a glass of wedding wine to cheer yourself up."

"Sorry, I don't like drinking."

"Uh..." The conversation ended.

"Master Xiaodao, you won't be able to run away this time. Come on, let me review the three sets of ducks I just made."

"Just by looking at the color, you can know that you have overcooked the meat, and the meat has not retained its umami taste, and it is not worth tasting."

"Uh..." The conversation ended.

There were so many heart-wrenching conversations, and our knife master left a very "friendly" impression on everyone in Donglai Building.

Just like the situation in Zhengxinglou, our knife master Donglailou received unanimous praise from all the members, once again living an isolated life of cultivating immortals among the crowd.

Okay, okay, okay, you are busy, you can cook, you are number one in the world, you are amazing, go play with yourself.

On the contrary, Master Zhou, who had a bad impression of Xiao Dao at the beginning, gained a good impression of Xiao Dao after observing and learning again and again, and occasionally raised a point or two, and occasionally chatted a few words that were not so embarrassing.

I finally understood why the master of Zhengxinglou valued this young man in front of him so much.

One point is clear, the talent is excellent, and he can learn everything quickly. Basic teachings can be mastered once and mastered twice.

Work hard and strive for perfection. If Xiao Dao is dissatisfied with the pasta he makes, he will not put it out to buy. Even if Master Zhou thinks that the pastry is much better than some masters in the small kitchen, he will spend money to buy it and give it to beggars. Do it again and again.

With an upright personality and a sharp tongue, Master Zhou occasionally made a few small mistakes, and he knew it as soon as he tasted it with a knife, and pointed it out immediately without mercy.

Introduce the old and bring forth the new, draw inferences from one instance, and from time to time, some new ideas can pop up in my mind, knock on the door of Master Zhou's house in the middle of the night, talk at night with candles, and cook on the fire.

Cherish your talent, it is really rewarding to watch a piece of uncut jade have a brilliance that amazes the world every day after your own carving, even if Master Zhou will sometimes be angry because of the "unhuman and unreasonable" of the knife He was half dead, but he did not give up treatment.

The days just flow by like this, and the days of cultivating immortals are always unknown.

One morning, Xiaodao was still nesting in the small kitchen to fuel the stove.The shopkeeper was furious and brought him out.

There is no mistake!Today is the final of the Chef King Competition!

Why is this guy still wearing such a set of old clothes and burning a fire in the stove? What's the matter!

"Knife! Do you know what day it is today?"

"know."

"I know what you are still doing here! Hurry up and prepare for me!"

"There's no rush, I'll be able to catch up with this drawer of soup dumplings when it's ready."

"Hey, my uncle, please let me beg you, hurry up and prepare for me!"

The Chef King Contest a few days ago was simply a personal show of Xiaodao's talent. He conquered the judges present with his gorgeous and dazzling cooking style, impeccable taste enjoyment, and his words of choking to death in the mutual evaluation session The audience's eyes, ears, nose, stomach, heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

In the final finals, there were only three chefs left in more than a hundred restaurants.They are the master chef Zhengxinglou of the last King of Chefs, the master chef of Zhenxiu Pavilion with more money, and our upright boy Comrade Xiaodao.

"Dear elders, love our knife master in Donglailou!"

When the main character appears on stage, it must be done to save face. With the sound of gongs and drums, colorful flags fluttering, constant applause and cheers, the audience is full of enthusiasm, and the scene is full of momentum.

"The finals are the same as in previous years. Please play freely and show your true strength! The competition begins."

In the final field, people from all walks of life were busy, choosing from the ingredients placed on the table,

The people from the Zhenxie Pavilion took away a freshly slaughtered whole sheep, and the people from the Zhengxing Building also picked and picked the best abalone, sea cucumber, cuttlefish, and other precious ingredients. Standing on the stage and letting go of oneself, wandering in the sky.

The shopkeeper of Donglailou under the stage jumped anxiously, and yelled under the stage: "Xiaodao, what a fool! The ingredients are almost picked out, do you want to take the rest, come on! Go! Go!"

The master who assigned the knife to Donglailou was also in a hurry.

"I said Master Xiaodao, you have to tell me about the medicine you bought in the gourd. Here, here, if you don't want to move, I will get it for you."

I was so anxious, the face of the striker on the stage was flushed, and the knife was still in the air. I guess it was annoying to see the way the master kept turning around, so he closed his eyes and took a quick look. Not seeing is pure.

"My ancestors! You said something, just say something!" The master was so anxious that he couldn't choose what to say.

Xiaodao opened his eyes and spit out two words: "No rush."

"Hey!" The master stomped his feet and ran to the ingredients area, watching the ingredients start to get confused, wondering what the knife might be used for a while.

After thinking about it for a while, I gave up, just take whatever you see, and take the best one first!

The master picked out a salmon, a fillet, and a black-bone chicken...

I picked up the best Pleurotus eryngii mushroom and the most fragrant Shaoxing wine in that altar, haha, I saw that Zhengxing Building is going to be a Buddha jumping over the wall, taking away your ingredients to make it difficult for you, hehehe, I’m sorry, you guys Don't even think about it.

Two quarters of an hour passed, and the chefs in other buildings were cooking in full swing, the knife was still leaning on the kitchen counter with closed eyes and rested.

The shopkeeper of Taidi wanted to rush up and drag the knife off the stage to replace him, but due to the restrictions of the rules, he could only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. He was miserable and annoyed why he chose this reckless boy in the first place.

Seeing that this year's Chef King Contest was nowhere to be played again, and the shopkeeper had no intention of watching the competition, he went back to the restaurant in a daze under the watchful eyes of his own cooks.

The cook who was helping has also given up the idea of ​​using a knife to cook, and chose his best "salmon fat" to do it himself.

Relying on others is worse than relying on oneself, if I hit the big luck, hehe, maybe I will become the king of the chef.

Half an hour passed, and the chefs in other buildings had half cooked the dishes. Xiaodao Shi Shi suddenly opened his eyes, stretched his waist, stretched his body in a very relaxed manner, and walked to the food area at a leisurely pace. Resisted a bag of extremely common indica rice back.

Take out the thin and long indica rice in a bowl, pour it into a large porcelain basin and wash it with clean water, after both sides, drain the water, poke it with a knife, the master beside you.

"Hey, pour out the fish in your pot that hasn't been completely shaved, and then wash the pot for me."

The master was naturally displeased, but Xiaodao was the chef who had won three games in a row and reached the finals. Don't be in a hurry, isn't there a pot next to it, you cook first, don't be in a hurry, at least we can still come up with a dish, right?"

Xiaodao frowned dissatisfied and said: "It won't be too late, I always calculate the time, your fish tastes too fishy, ​​cooking it on the side will transfer the smell, if my dishes have a little fishy smell."

The knife paused, and he smiled, a mouthful of white teeth paired with a sharp cold light, which made the master feel "shua shua" flying by with a few cold lights flying by, just as he was busy giving the fish in the pot It was poured, and the pan was almost shiny when the pan was brushed, and it was cleaner than Ren He once.

The knife opened the other pot cover, poured indica rice, added a small amount of clear spring, and sprinkled some seasoning into it, covered the pot and steamed the rice.

Of course, Xiaodao was not idle during the steaming process, he was busy closing his eyes and resting his mind, keeping a low profile.

He also sneered and stood aside watching.Well, you arrogant brat, when the time comes, let's see how you and the shopkeeper's rice is steamed, and the knife puts the rice into another bowl.I started to choose vegetables, wash pots and all kinds of small things by myself, without even letting me touch them.

The master who started the job was also happy to be at leisure, looking at Xiaodao busying himself with a bit of schadenfreude.

Arrange all the ingredients neatly one by one, close your eyes with the knife, take a deep breath, open your eyes, there is nothing else in your eyes, and you are clear.

When the knife is lifted, only afterimages and knife light can be seen, all kinds of seasonal vegetables and meat pieces rise into the air, scattered in the air into small colorful squares of equal size, and fall back into their respective bowls like heavenly maidens scattered flowers.

When the fire started, I saw that under the control of the small knife in the flames, she turned into a well-behaved and clever little girl, going east and never going west, and never giving to the big and small.

In the last step, the rice was put into the pot, and the white snow and the rainbow flew together in the pot. The pot seemed to melt into the sky and cloud shadows.

Take it out of the pan, sprinkle with chopped green onion, rice, eggs, and various seasonal vegetables in the most perfect ratio, and the aroma is wafting.

The judges and the audience on the stage were speechless, completely ignoring the other chefs. Watching Xiao Dao perform on the stage with the simplest ingredients, he miraculously created a miracle.

There are ten judges, and the fried rice is divided into eleven portions, ten portions are given to the judges, and one portion is kept.

Even though the ten judges had already tasted two delicious dishes from the previous two chefs, their tongues were still conquered by the egg fried rice served by Xiaodao, and they unanimously gave the highest score in the Chef King Competition.

"Such simple ingredients can be combined to produce such delicious food!"

"Control, I saw that the knife master has complete control over the cooking skills."

"Knife shows real cooking skills."

"Miracle, what a miracle!"

"Xiaodao is the well-deserved king of chefs this year."

As soon as the result came out, someone rushed back to announce the good news. After the shopkeeper heard the news, he laughed so hard that he couldn't even speak.

When Xiaodao learned that he was the king of the kitchen this year, he did not show any joy, as if everything was expected.

Surrounded by shouts and applause, Xiaodao walked off the stage with his share of fried rice.