private kitchen

There was nothing missing in the bag, and the order was not changed. Lin Yize heaved a sigh of relief, feeling slightly guilty, thinking that his attitude of speaking before was indeed a little bad, forget it, let Chen Tao send some Rewards come.

He was eager to read the information in the bag, so he drove directly back to the company. He was busy in the office until 7,8 or [-] in the evening. When he got home, he realized that he was hungry and had a stomachache.

He looked through the refrigerator. He had been running around a while ago and rarely stayed at home, so there was nothing in the refrigerator except a bag of dried noodles and a few tomatoes. Third Young Master Lin didn't like those messy things. Taking out food, I was thinking about cooking the noodles and eating a bite, when I turned my head and saw the bowl of cold porridge thrown on the table.

He hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the bowl of cold porridge. The packing box was a small clean plastic bowl, which looked very refreshing. Lin Yize opened the lid and put it in front of his nose to smell it. Although the porridge was cold, it was still cold. There is still a hint of aroma, which smells really good.

Lin Yize took out a small milk pot, poured the porridge into it, turned on a low heat and boiled it slowly, stirring gently with a spoon.

The porridge slowly bubbled up, and the snow-white meat flowers that sank to the bottom of the pot due to being left unattended, the sauce-red ham, and the green green onion leaves rolled up continuously, and the slightly solidified fat also appeared. It turned golden yellow, and it looked particularly appetizing. The fragrance wafted out little by little with the churning of the rice grains, filling the room with a salty smell, making Lin Yize's stomach growl non-stop Call.

When he felt that it was almost done, he hurriedly turned off the fire, filled a bowl full for himself, puffed his cheeks and blew, and took a gulp, suddenly felt that the hard work of the day seemed to disappear.

The temperature of the slightly hot tongue is really just right, the porridge is salty and delicious, the chicken is not cut, but made into chicken feathers with something, the finely chopped and soft taste is excellent, the red sauce cut into small cubes The ham embedded in the snow-white porridge looks delicate and charming, the green and crisp shallots, the tender yellow finely chopped ginger, after only one sip, Lin Yize can't stop after drinking a bowl, Lin Yize grows comfortably He let out a long breath.

delicious! !He really didn't know what to say other than these two words. Although it had been left for a long time, the chicken feathers and rice were soaked a bit sticky, but... But he hasn't eaten such a good-tasting meal for a long time.

After a bowl of hot porridge came down, Lin Yize filled another bowl, put it under his nose, smelled it carefully, and took a sip slowly.

The chicken should be finely planed with a small planer into chicken feather flowers. It is clean, not dregs at all, refreshing and tasty. In fact, neither chicken nor ham is a good material, and chopped green onion is not a good chive. It's a bit short, but it's hard to come by for such a small shop.

All the ingredients are cut to just the right size. Although the knife is not very good, but it is still hard. The rice is boiled and turned over, but it is slightly crumbled after soaking for a long time, but it can be tasted very good. The time is very good, soft and waxy, slightly sweet, the taste of onion and ginger is not heavy, and it also has the taste of the ingredients itself, but it is not overwhelming.

The taste can be scored as 9 points, the knife skills are about 7 points, and the selection of materials... Although it is very good that this kind of material can be selected in such a small place, but if it is strictly calculated, it is barely around 7 points. A bowl of porridge is not a very good dish, but it made him want to stop.

He claims not to be a big-name gourmet, but he has tasted delicacies from all over the world, and he has long been immune to all kinds of delicacies, but this bowl of porridge surprised him, and he filled another bowl. Sitting at the table and drinking in small sips, I felt unstoppably comfortable all over.

He didn't expect that there was such a... such a... that fierce little cook in his mind, and he didn't know how to describe it...

He stared at the bowl of porridge he drank, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered the words of Mr. Zhou: "Choose one in a million..."

Mr. Zhou knocked on the table with his hand and looked at him with a smile: "What? What's the matter with calling me so early?"

Elder Zhou is getting old, so he doesn't come to the back kitchen very often. Today he was resting at home and was suddenly called out by Lin Yize. He didn't say anything when he was called, but just sipped his tea.

Lin Yize smiled, with a mysterious look on his face, he drank his tea cheaply, but there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mr. Zhou squinted at him, then suddenly turned around: "I heard that you have been tossing non-stop these days?"

Lin Yize laughed again: "What torment?" Then he muttered in a low voice: "Why is it called torment?"

Mr. Zhou waved his hand: "Didn't you send several groups of people...back and forth...every day carrying a food box in and out, what the hell are you doing!"

Lin Yize had a smile on his face, looking unfathomable, while the two were talking, a young man hurried over and handed over a food box respectfully, Lin Yize's eyes lit up, he opened it and took a look, immediately With a smile all over his face, he handed over the food box with some hospitality and complacency: "Mr. Zhou, try it..."

Elder Zhou saw that there was an ordinary fast food box inside the food box, and there was a serving of...fried tofu?

Mr. Zhou thought there was some mystery in it, and after a closer look, he was sure that it was just a very simple fried frozen tofu, with two-color peppers and minced meat. To be honest, the appearance was quite ordinary. Mr. Zhou looked at it suspiciously. Looking at Lin Yize: "This is?"

"Taste it, try it while it's hot!" Lin Yize said courteously, Mr. Zhou glanced at him, and smelled it again: "This taste is not bad! It's just that the appearance is really... so ordinary..." As he spoke, he took the chopsticks, put one in his mouth, and nodded as he ate: "En!! This taste... authentic!!"

Lin Yize laughed as if he was relieved, and ate a piece with chopsticks: "The best soybeans, the tofu made in the old-fashioned way, simmered in chicken broth for more than half an hour, with winter bamboo shoots and mushrooms added, In the end, I added two-color pepper ham and fried it until cooked!" He smiled and looked at Mr. Zhou: "Are you right?

Elder Zhou had already put down his chopsticks, sat next to him and took a sip of tea: "The guess is quite accurate, the taste is not bad, but..." He said in a long voice: "The selection of ingredients and knife skills are not good, the tofu is too good. Song, it’s too common, the chicken soup is miscellaneous, and the heat is not boiled enough, if you add ham and replace the mushrooms with mushrooms, the taste will be much better..."

Lin Yize asked people to remove the food box, and also picked up the teacup: "Small restaurants like roadside stalls, of course, have restrictions on ingredients. I have sent people to investigate these days, and these things are already available for them to buy. The best ingredients ever arrived!"

Elder Zhou looked at him with a half-smile: "So..."

Lin Yize leaned over: "What do you think...how about this cook..."

Mr. Zhou glanced at him: "It tastes good, but...it's too rough from the perspective of how to make a knife...it's too wild, and I haven't tried other dishes, so I can't say..." He looked at Lin Yize, Lin Sanshao Looking at him expectantly, Mr. Zhou thought for a while, and finally let go: "Well...if you train it well, it can be regarded as a talent..."

Lin Yize knew that it was not easy to get such an evaluation from Mr. Zhou, so he took advantage of the victory to chase after him: "You said, I said that if you train and train well, if you want this... there is no way it will become the one in a million you mentioned last time... ..."

Elder Zhou glanced at Lin Yize again, this time he was silent for a longer time, and Lin Yize was a little flustered before he asked, "How old is it?"

As soon as Lin Yize heard about it, he immediately replied: "24, not yet 25 years old!" He looked at Mr. Zhou without expressing his opinion, and said, "I checked some information, and he has never learned cooking in a systematic way. He is self-taught! I have been cooking in my own small restaurant, and the ingredients are all selected from the surrounding market..." He looked into the eyes of Mr. Zhou: "How about I bring him here, and you always help me check it? "

Elder Zhou thought for a long time, then reluctantly nodded: "Then bring him over to have a look..."

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