private kitchen

He Qingshan quickly forgot about this matter, anyway, those people usually don't say anything good, gossiping everywhere, the tasks given by Mr. Zhou are getting heavier and heavier, he really has no time to care about those people. Nosy.

Now He Qingshan's knife skills can meet the requirements of Mr. Zhou. A piece of tender tofu the size of a palm costs a few hundred knives.So Mr. Zhou put He Qingshan on other jobs, such as seasoning and serving dishes with fire candidates, and asked him to start frying some dishes. He Qingshan went to the kitchen at 8 o'clock every day, and left after 10 o'clock in the evening to go back to sleep. Squatting for two bites, he did not dare to relax for a while. Mr. Zhou's requirements became more and more strict, and his temper became more and more serious. He used to come to the back kitchen at most three or four times a week, but now he can't wait to come three times a day. For the problem, He Qingshan scolded him in disgrace, the voice was so loud that the waiter serving the dishes could hear it.

Lin Yize often went to the back kitchen when he had nothing to do, mainly to see what He Qingshan was doing, and when He Qingshan was scolded, he would make peace by the way. This day, Lin Yize came to the back kitchen for a stroll, and he heard Mr. Zhou outside the door. I was losing my temper, and the walking stick was banging loudly.

Lin Yize hurried in, and Elder Zhou happened to be going out too, angrily passed by him, without even turning his head, it seemed that he was angry this time, He Qingshan stood by the stove with his head down, Not daring to let out the atmosphere, he quietly put the dishes on the plate into a lunch box.

"What's the matter?" Lin Yize asked the manager next to him, and the manager whispered: "It's nothing, Mr. Zhou asked Qingshan to make the hot waist, but the heat of Qingshan was not well controlled, and the waist was old..." He explained again: "Actually, I think it's the same. Mr. Zhou is a little too strict..."

He Qingshan was still doing something with his head down, looking very disappointed, surrounded by some people, looking at him with curious or gloating eyes.

Lin Yize walked over and waved his hands: "What are you doing, you don't work anymore???"

Seeing the boss coming, those little chefs immediately dispersed. He Qingshan raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head in a low voice. Lin Yize walked over, wanting to comfort him but didn't know what to say. Qing Shan packed up the things on the table and glanced at him, then awkwardly walked past him with his head down, Lin Yize groaned, he raised his hand halfway, paused for a while and then put it down again.

Lin Yize had a reception at night, and it was past 11 o'clock when the reception ended. Although the reception was very close to his home, he thought about it and went back to He Qingshan's room.

Looking at Elder Zhou's appearance, he really has a heart for He Qingshan, otherwise he wouldn't be so strict, which is a good thing, but this old man seems to be a little too strict, he is really afraid of He Qingshan's self-confidence His little personality was smoothed out by him.

When he entered the door, he saw that the lights in the room were still on. He Qingshan came out to greet him for the first time when he heard the door knock, his eyes flashed with anticipation: "You are back!!"

Lin Yize couldn't adapt to being treated so suddenly, he was a little dazed, he responded with kindness, and when he turned his head, he saw three hot pockets on the table.

He thought it was a little funny, this little cook... He Qingshan seemed a little embarrassed, and beckoned him over: "Come and eat!! See if the fire is suitable this time?"

Lin Yize changed his shoes, walked over and took a bite of the first plate, chewed slowly a few times, then turned his head to He Qingshan, He Qingshan's eyes sparkled with anticipation on his face, but Lin Yize could only tell the truth: "old!"

He Qingshan was a little disappointed, but immediately pushed the second set, and said unwillingly: "Try this again!"

Lin Yize took another bite and laughed: "This one is too tender, the taste is not good, the taste is still raw, and it shatters in the mouth..."

He Qingshan's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he immediately rolled out the third plate. Lin Yize looked at it, took a bite and put down his chopsticks again, very honestly: "This one is older!"

He Qingshan's head drooped for a moment, and his face was full of disappointment: "I did it for more than an hour, and I thought these three could pass."

Lin Yize looked at him for some reason, and his heart was a little soft. He lowered his voice and said softly, "The heat of waist flower is the most difficult thing to control. It only takes a second or two to be old and tender. Many old masters can't master it." Well, you don’t have to worry too much, just practice more.”

He Qingshan still lowered his head, muttering in a low voice while clearing the dishes, as if he was very wronged, and said dejectedly: "Then I will be scolded by Mr. Zhou tomorrow!"

Lin Yize stopped his hand, and took another chopstick with his chopsticks. He actually hated those receptions, he pretended to hold a glass of wine, and he was still hungry: "Don't take it away, although the heat is not right, but the taste It's okay!" He looked at He Qingshan to comfort him: "Mr. Zhou must be stricter, it's not bad for you to do this!"

He Qingshan looked at him, somewhat dissatisfied in his eyes. To be honest, he had been scolded almost every day for the past two months, and he was already afraid of being scolded. He trembled when he saw Lao Zhou's calf.

Lin Yize rubbed his head, feeling a little soft: "Do you...do you have pork loin at home? How about we try it together?"

He Qingshan knew that although Lin Yize was not very good at cooking, he had eaten all kinds of delicacies since he was a child, and he knew many things better than a chef like him, so he quickly took out a pork loin from the refrigerator, and sliced ​​it into two pieces from the middle. Half, remove the fascia in the middle, cut the wheat ear flowers into several pieces, then heat up the pot, heat the oil to [-]% heat, then pour in the pork loin, the fresh and tender kidney flowers are quickly cooked under the temperature of the hot oil Rolled into a ball, He Qingshan had just stir-fried a few times, when Lin Yize shouted: "It's done!! Get out of the pan!"

He Qingshan was stunned for a moment, and immediately filled out the waist flower with sharp eyesight and quick hands, but at this time the color of the waist flower had already darkened, Lin Yize said regretfully beside him: "Oh, the oil is too hot, it must be old!"

He Qingshan put the kidney flower in his mouth and tasted it, and it turned out that he was a little bit older, he was a little discouraged, Lin Yize helped him clean the pot, and pushed him: "Come on, try again!"

So he repeated this several times, and He Qingshan couldn't even lift his hands, but none of them was just right. He rubbed his sore arm and bit his mouth unhappy.

Lin Yize stood behind him, pinched his shoulders a few times with his hands, and said encouragingly: "Come on, let's do it one last time!"

He Qingshan looked back at him, lit the fire again, poured the kidneys into the pot, the two of them stared at the kidneys in the pot without blinking, Lin Yize suddenly grabbed his hand, the two raised their hands at the same time, put the pot Take it away from the stove, and quickly pour the kidneys in the pot into the draining net.

This time, the heat is really just right, neither soft nor hard, tender enough to melt in the mouth.

He Qingshan's face didn't know whether he was happy or a little flushed, Lin Yize looked at him, patted his hand and said: "Okay, now I can sleep in peace! It's getting late, go to sleep Bar!"

He Qingshan didn't know why he was hesitant, he murmured for a long time before whispering: "Hey, are you coming...tomorrow?"

This sudden little daughter-in-law's posture made Lin Yize's scalp a little numb, he looked at He Qingshan strangely as if looking at an alien: "Come... come... what's wrong?"

He Qingshan opened the refrigerator, and Lin Yize looked in and felt that his eyes were dark. There were more than ten kidneys neatly arranged in the refrigerator. He Qingshan was a little embarrassed and said: "I have practiced too much, and I ate it all by myself. No...you come tomorrow, and I'll make you stir-fried kidneys and boiled kidneys, okay?"

Lin Yize smiled wryly: "It's not a question of whether we will come tomorrow, so much, I just eat kidneys every now and then, at least for a week!"

Forget it, treat it as a kidney tonic!

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