Cooking

Chapter 1 Step House 1...

"Ah Rong! It's time to unmask the steamer!" The chef in a white robe picked up the iron pot with one hand, and handsomely poured the steaming ingredients into the white soup plate, and the fragrant smell immediately permeated the spacious kitchen.

"Wow! Brother, you are amazing! It's such a soul-stirring aroma." The boy who hurried to the stove was drooling, his eyes staring straight at the dishes, wishing he could grab a few mouthfuls and stuff them into his mouth .

"Don't be in a daze, hurry up!" The honest and mature chef known as "big brother" couldn't help showing a look of satisfaction, "The menu ordered by the elder Zhike is all my craftsmanship~"

"That's it..." The boy with round eyes and round face looked disappointedly at the empty pot, "It smells so tempting~"

The senior brother quickly cleaned the frying pan, poured sesame oil on it, turned the handle neatly, and threw down a handful of minced ginger. As soon as the spicy aroma dissipated, he poured a large spoonful of fresh soup into it. Sugar and cooking wine fell into the pot at one time, and the soup quickly boiled with bubbles. After taking the plate just taken out of the steamer, slowly slide the white ingredients into the pot, and turn to low heat to simmer stand up.

"Arong, it's your blessing to see these few steps." A series of movements flowed like clouds and water, making people's eyes straighten.The boy tilted his head and sucked his nose vigorously, which caused the senior brother to smile innocently.

"Brother, what kind of food are you cooking?" Li Xiangrong carefully distinguished the ingredients that had been poured into the soup plate earlier, "Mushrooms, mushrooms, bamboo shoots... are all very common things. Why do they smell so special? "

"This dish is not ordinary at all," the eldest brother picked up a towel and pressed the hot sweat from his forehead. There was not a single hair on his shiny head, and he smiled like Maitreya Buddha with his big mouth. Carefully paying attention to the tumbling soup in the pot, he said triumphantly, "Is it so common for our Vegetarian Room of Manshuyuan to entertain distinguished guests? The soup in those side dishes is boiled for three months with fresh old bamboo shoots." The essence of the hour, of course the umami taste is extraordinary."

While talking, the senior brother adjusted the firepower again, and the bright yellow soup was further sublimated, bubbling and bubbling with small bubbles, shining with a shiny color, fully soaking into the mass of main ingredients in the middle of the pot.

"What is that? The thing you steamed at the beginning?" Li Xiangrong leaned closer to the pot and watched, "It really tastes like seafood, and it's a bit sweet. I said big brother, is your cooking really vegetarian?"

"The nose is very good," the eldest brother didn't have time to continue explaining. He used chopsticks to quickly prepare the wet starch, and poured the gorgon powder while swirling the pot. Almost at the same time, the soup thickened further, as if covering the white lump with golden yellow. The cassock looks extraordinary.

Li Xiangrong cleverly brought the soup plate, and the master carefully pushed the ingredients into the side dishes with a spoon, and evenly poured the remaining soup on the surface of the dishes.

"Hurry up and serve the dishes," the elder brother immediately cleaned the pot and prepared the next dish.

"Yes!" Li Xiangrong quickly picked up the tray and walked out the door.

Although the big brother's kitchen is very big, it is only his personal space, and he will only use it when cooking these special and precious dishes.There are three main kitchens in the Vegetarian Room of Manshuyuan. One is open like an ordinary restaurant to entertain guests who come to taste vegetarian food. "Chef" displays his unique skills and teaches his disciples to use a dedicated kitchen.

When the big brother cooks special dishes, even his personal disciples may not be able to observe them on the spot. Li Xiangrong can sneak in to make special dishes, and it is purely because he is still an exception.

The 19-year-old Li Xiangrong originally opened a small lo-mei shop at home. The lo-mei sauce made by his father with an exclusive recipe is very popular in the local city. However, I also hired two or three people to help. As long as I and my sister just concentrate on studying, we can live a prosperous life.

But he really didn't have the talent for reading. After retaking the exam twice, he gave up further studies and went to a culinary school to study, planning to inherit the family business in the future.

It's a pity that on the night when my younger sister received the notice from the advanced nursing school half a year ago, the overjoyed father drank too much and insisted on going out to the chicken farm in the outskirts of the city in the early morning to bring back the fresh chickens and ducks for that day. , the pickup truck crashed through the protective barrier on the familiar road and fell into the river.

Later investigations proved that this was a completely autonomous incident caused by drunk driving. Looking at the father who had been salvaged from the river and was already swollen, the whole family couldn't even cry.

After finally accepting the fact that my father passed away, the family’s lo-mei shop has been closed for a long time. My mother quickly withered from a middle-aged aunt who still has charm to a vicissitudes of life. He told his younger sister, Li Xiaorong, to study hard at school, and took her son back to the countryside where her parents lived. She lived a secluded life, prayed to Buddha and chanted scriptures every day, to atone for the sins of the past, and to pray for her deceased husband.

Grandpa and grandma opened a small convenience store in the countryside. Because there is a Manjushri Temple with a long history dedicated to Manjushri Bodhisattva, the most intelligent Bodhisattva, many tourists come to pay homage to the Buddha and taste the famous vegetarian food.

After my mother became a Buddhist, Li Xiangrong was strictly prohibited from taking any killings, and told him to leave the culinary school where he had only stayed for three months, and he could not find a suitable job when he returned to the countryside. So I took him to the Su Zhai room as a small apprentice, of course not to become a monk, but just to find a place to learn some crafts.

The rich aroma was firmly sealed in the soup plate by the tight porcelain cover, and Li Xiangrong walked quickly to the room at the end of the corridor, which was the best private room for the vegetarian room.

Politely saying "excuse me, serve", Li Xiangrong pushed open the door made of bamboo and walked in. The room is not very big, but all the utensils and small partitions made of arhat bamboo make it quiet and pleasant.

In the middle is a round table suitable for four people, with four exquisite side dishes on it. The host and guest seat is a middle-aged man dressed in a southern Tibetan Tang suit with an elegant face. Elder Zhike, and the striker is——

"Buroni?" Li Xiangrong put the soup plate on the bamboo mat in the center of the table, and turned around to meet the guest who was attacking him.

Cheeks that are so fair that they can be described as fresh cream, a tall nose, emerald green eyes under the curled eyelashes, pink lips, if not for the sharp eyebrows, the square corners of the chin would have strengthened With the characteristics of a mixed race, he is simply a real-life doll.

Paired with a double-breasted light gray suit jacket, a sky blue silk shirt and a silver-white tie, it is the out-and-out outfit of an aristocratic young master.

"You? Li...Xiang Rong?" The guest hesitated to recognize the waiter in a short white coat who was serving the dishes, and tilted his head slightly to express his surprise, his dark brown curly hair gently undulating in elegant waves.

"Lonnie? Your friend?" The middle-aged man in the seat asked softly, looking at him calmly.

Li Xiangrong suddenly realized his abruptness and impoliteness, and took a few steps back in embarrassment, "Uh, please take your time, the following dishes are almost ready." He glanced at the kind-hearted Elder Zhike, and exited the room .

Buroni tidied the napkin reservedly, "It's not considered a friend... just a high school classmate two years ago, not very familiar."

Elder Zhike interjected, "The little benefactor is here as an apprentice in the fasting room, and he won't be there for long."

"His family sells stewed pork, I remember," Brony thought for a while, "I seem to have brought his family's stewed vegetables on a school trip. It's quite delicious."

"That's good," Elder Zhike sighed softly, "That's true. His father passed away unexpectedly before, and his mother is now a devout layman. He asked him to learn some vegetarian cooking skills. The family shop has already been closed."

"That's it..." The middle-aged man smiled, "I haven't asked the elders yet, what is this first dish?"

The moment the lid was opened, a fresh and sweet smell rose up. After the heat dissipated, a plate of bright and shiny filaments coiled around the center, surrounded by black shiitake mushrooms, white mushrooms, yellow fresh bamboo shoots, and red peppers. A hearty, viscous broth like liquid gold.

"This is the roasted shark's fin of our vegetarian restaurant." The elder shook the soup plate with his hands, "Please also invite the two of you to taste it."

Use chopsticks to carefully pick out a strand, and the silky and silky strands automatically slide down to the throat as if there is life in the mouth. The soup seems to have cast magic on the lips and teeth that have no time to react, changing countless times between breaths and breaths. It's refreshing and sweet without any greasy feeling.

"This taste?" Buroni looked at his father in shock, "It's the best shark's fin! Could it be Luzon yellow?"

"Hehe," said Elder Zhike with a slight smile, "Blesser Bu is joking again. This is pure vegetarian food, and the shark's fin is just a fan."

"Fans?" Buroni took another bite in doubt, scooped up the soup with a small spoon and swallowed it slowly, carefully distinguishing it with his taste buds, "How can vermicelli be so flexible and crisp? That slightly uneven chewing taste, But it hasn't broken at all... This soup clearly still has the oily aroma of Jinhua ham..."

"Well, that's right," Mr. Bu slowly ate the shark's fin in his mouth, and praised, "It can be soaked with mung bean vermicelli and steamed once, then poured starch to stick them together to make a row of fins, and then steamed for a second time to make the vermicelli cooked. Toh, Lonnie, do you know why it's steamed twice?"

Elder Zhike smiled and said nothing, Buroni frowned and thought for a while, "Starch is not sticky when it is raw, only when it is heated will it produce gelatinization, absorb water, and become sticky. Then the vermicelli is steamed and then the starch is poured to shape it. One piece. If it is not steamed, the starch will precipitate when it meets the vermicelli, and it will not stick to the vermicelli." Then I ate it again, "But I still think this is the real shark's fin."

"Shark's fin itself has no taste, it all depends on the fresh soup and auxiliary ingredients. The skill of hanging the soup is unique." Mr. Bu solemnly bowed his head to the elder Zhike, "It's really lucky to have such a good taste."

"Hehe, Master Bu has won the award." After being praised, the elder Zhike was also very happy. "This vegetarian shark's fin is made of vegetarian vegetables and meat. You must choose the soup carefully. It's not a secret to use fresh bamboo shoots for vegetarian soup. The trick is to add a few herbs. , making the soup more delicious."

"In our Bujia cuisine, roasting shark's fin is also a signature dish. The soup that has been simmering shark's fin for several hours is full of the essence of chicken, duck, scallops, and ham. Fresh bamboo shoots and herbs can achieve…”

"Business Master," the elder said seriously, "The delicacy of the dishes does not lie in the materials used, but in the heart of the person who uses them. Shark fins are so cruel! How many sharks have suffered indiscriminate disasters because of human greed! Take their wings and discard them." dead body, sinners who have committed murder will not wait for reincarnation, they will receive retribution in this world!"

The atmosphere was a little stiff for a moment, then the door opened again, and Li Xiangrong brought the second dish.

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"Come on, drink some warm water to rinse your mouth first, and then try this clear soup jelly." Elder Zhike stood up, filled the Bu family father and son with white water in a clay pot, and said with a faint smile, "This jelly is made of shredded white radish. , the color of the soup is also light, not as heavy as the shark's fin just now."

Li Xiangrong brought the next few dishes in succession, "Stir-Fried Shrimp" made of gluten, "Smoked Chicken Roll" made of tofu rolls, and "Squirrel Mandarin Fish" made of yam, all of which were exquisite and fragrant.

The last soup dish Luo Hanzhai still needs some time, but the guests at the table are already satisfied.

"It's really hard to imagine that these are vegetarian dishes." Buroni pressed the corner of his mouth with a napkin and couldn't help admiring, "Dad, this is not inferior to our family's dishes."

"Son, it's rude of you to say that," Mr. Bu hastily apologized to Elder Zhike, "Su Zhai is so full of color, fragrance, shape and meaning, far surpassing the worldly cooking skills. This meal has taught me a lot."

"You are welcome, Lord Bu. Your restaurant has inherited official dishes for nearly a hundred years, blending the strengths of the north and the south, and is well-known in the national catering industry. You..."

"Hehe, you don't need to be polite to me, Elder." Mr. Bu put down his chopsticks with a wry smile, "As the saying goes, there is always a banquet in the world, and there will always be guests when the tea is cold. Now I feel that the sun is dying."

"Father!" Buroni whispered unhappily, but also frowned.

"The benefactor is still worried about what happened a few days ago?" Elder Zhike smiled lightly, "Just let the matter pass, don't keep it on your mind."

"But the Department of Health is still watching..." Buroni muttered in a low voice, "Obviously I paid the fine..."

"Lonnie!" Mr. Bu raised his voice slightly, "If you make a mistake, you must admit your punishment. We, the Bu family, should admit our mistakes from the bottom of our hearts. Eating food in our stomachs is a matter of human life. How can we... Sigh"

"Nitrofuran metabolites were found in turbot fish and crabs that were temporarily inspected by the Department of Health before, which has the possibility of causing cancer to the human body." Mr. Bu said to the elder, "Although it is possible, once the newspaper announced it, Everyone is naturally afraid to come to eat, not to mention that this is indeed a mistake in our procurement, fines are nothing, I am worried that the reputation of the Bu family will be difficult to maintain."

"Reputation is just a cloud, the most important thing is the thought of the guests, please be more careful in the future." The elder comforted him tolerantly, "That's why I entertained you to try vegetarian food. That's the best."

At this time, Li Xiangrong sent the last Luo Han Zhai.

Open the lid of the pure white casserole, the colorful dishes shine like a rainbow after the rain, fresh mushrooms, chestnuts, mushrooms, gluten, carrots, water chestnuts, yams, lotus seeds, red dates, fungus, bamboo shoots, tofu, mushrooms , kale, and green bamboo shoots are all cut into oblate shapes, served with red-skinned peanuts, plain white ginkgo, surrounded by green rapeseed hearts, and topped with bright sesame oil, it is simply unbearable to move your chopsticks.

"This dish has [-] kinds of ingredients, so it is called Luohanzhai." The elder introduced, "This is the most exquisite delicacy for Buddhist disciples. Those dishes just now have the meaning of being attached to the name of meat dishes, so they are not considered high-quality. .”

This time, after the dishes were served, Li Xiangrong anxiously slowed down his exit. He ran many times in a row, but he didn't even smell the fragrance a few times. The elder brother also said that these dishes are not common, maybe he won't even look at them in the future. It's hard to see.

Besides, it's hard to believe that I can still meet Buroni.

Back then, the high school was just a very ordinary public school, the enrollment rate and teaching quality were very average, most of the students enrolled were children from the neighborhood with very ordinary lives, and Bu Langni's family's Bu's official restaurant was the most high-end restaurant in the local area. Not to mention Daofu, he is also an eye-catching mixed-race boy, so it is really strange that he would go to school there.

The difference in living environment has created a huge gap between Buroni and the people around him. The incompatibility with the students in the class cannot be concealed at all. Even the teacher shrinks from him, and most students will choose to keep a distance from him. Keep a respectful distance, and there are some gangster students who don't like him deliberately find fault. In short, it should be a relatively hard time.

Li Xiangrong was one of those people who hid in the corner and looked at him from a distance. Although he remembered the other party's name, he didn't expect the other party to know him at all. So even though Buroni was hesitant, he called his name accurately just now, which made him feel quite relieved. Shocking.

It turns out that Master Bu is not a very self-righteous person. He hasn't spoken more than ten words in three years of high school, and he still remembers his name...

If it is not a coincidence, I am afraid that in the life after graduation, it will be difficult to see each other again.

Li Xiangrong had no choice but to retreat outside the door, judging by their looks, they were probably almost finished eating, so why not wait in the corridor, maybe they can say hello again.

Seeing Bu Langni reminded Li Xiangrong of his high school life which was obviously not too long ago. That period was so simple that there was no worry, a family and a happy life, and many memories disappeared in front of his father's spiritual tablet.

"Li Xiangrong!" Just as he was about to walk out the door, Bruni called out to stop him.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time. If you're not busy, sit down and have a chat?" He turned his head and saw Buroni's smiling face, which instantly coincided with a certain memory.

"Your braised vegetables are delicious..."

"Oh, okay," Li Xiangrong looked at Elder Zhike and Mr. Bu, and carefully walked over to sit on the last vacant seat.

Most of the delicacies on the table were empty, but the dishes just served were still intact, Li Xiangrong couldn't help swallowing secretly.

"If you don't mind, let Xiaoli come and eat some too. We are almost full, and wasting food is a serious crime," Mr. Bu said thoughtfully, "This is the first time I met Lonnie's high school classmate. Very sensible boy."

Li Xiangrong smiled shyly, and unceremoniously picked up the spoon in his hand and stretched it towards the casserole.

"Ah! This is so delicious!" Swallowing a tofu ball full of soup, although it was too hot to close the mouth, the soft and sweet taste spread from the teeth down the throat to the stomach, and there was a feeling of Passionate feeling.

No matter what kind of material enters the throat, it not only maintains its own unique taste, but also complements and blends with other ingredients.

When enjoying the delicious food with all my heart, I can't even say a word. I can only experience and express it with the involuntary upturned corners of my mouth, silently accelerated heartbeat, and slightly trembling fingers.

The gratification shown on the faces of elderly monks, the admiration on the faces of middle-aged men, and the intoxicated chewing of teenagers are the most intuitive judgments on the quality of dishes.

"Arong, you have to study hard for many years, and you will be able to make this kind of taste in the future," the elder said with a smile, "Have you been here for a few months? Are you still used to staying in the fasting room?"

"Well... everyone treats me very well, but I'm not qualified to be on the stove, the main thing is to pick and chop vegetables," Li Xiangrong replied, with cute round eyes.

"Li Xiangrong, what are you doing after graduation?" Buroni saw that he was holding up a spoon and was embarrassed to continue eating, which was amused, and reached out to help him move the casserole closer to him.

"I've been studying cooking for a while," Li Xiangrong looked at him gratefully, "You study so well, you must be in a good university, right?"

"I'm in the Food Science Department of Agricultural University, not bad, right?"

"Agricultural University, I have a cousin in the research institute over there, who seems to be a veterinarian or something,"

"The School of Zoology of Agricultural University is also very strong."

The conversation quickly heated up, and Li Xiangrong found that Bu Langni was more peaceful and friendly than he imagined, and he couldn't help but feel that the wasted high school time was a waste.

"Have you always only cut vegetables? How much have you learned about cooking?" Unexpectedly, Mr. Bu, who had been talking with the elder in a low voice, paid close attention to their conversation, and suddenly interrupted and asked.

"Cooking...not very good at it yet," Li Xiangrong scratched his head in embarrassment, "But I'm good at chopping vegetables~ My knife skills are the strongest—except for the elder brother."

When he said this, he seemed a little unwilling, and his eyes widened even more.

"Ah Rong, don't be arrogant at such a young age," the elder said in a deep voice, "The brothers in the Zhaifang have studied for many years and are very skilled. You have only been here for a few months, so be humble."

"Well... I, I see," Li Xiangrong lowered his head and didn't say any more.

"Well, why don't I visit your kitchen for a while?" Buroni stood up gently, "Dad and the elders can talk about things slowly, let's go out for a stroll."

"Well, that's fine, then I'll trouble your classmate," Mr. Bu nodded, "You must be careful not to do things that disrespect Bodhisattvas in the monastery."

"Bu Langni, let me take you to the kitchen, but you can only go to the most common big kitchen, not the kitchen dedicated to the big brother who cooks these dishes." Li Xiangrong walked attentively on the left front and led the way, "You are here specially to pay respects. Bodhisattva’s? It’s really VIP treatment~ These dishes were specially ordered by Elder Zhike.”

"Worshiping Bodhisattva? It's better to ask others than to ask yourself." Buroni loosened his tie lightly. "Recently, some things are unpleasant. I came here with my father to relax. He and the elder Zhike are good friends, but they are usually busy. .”

"But it's the first time I've been here a few times, and it's the first time I've eaten these dishes. The vegetarian dishes in the past were very ordinary." Buroni seemed a little puzzled, and turned to look at Li Xiangrong, "You haven't eaten it before, have you?"

"It's not just that I haven't eaten it, it's the first time I saw it today," Li Xiangrong smiled and waited for him to get closer, "Thanks to you, I haven't seen meat for several months, and today I am satisfied."

"You're not a monk, are you? Don't eat meat for a few months?" Buroni obviously didn't believe it, and his green eyes squinted at him.

"How can I eat meat when I stay in the temple? I also live here at night, and I don't have time to go home. At home, my mother believes in Buddhism and doesn't eat meat."

"Live here? Are you an apprentice with board and lodging?"

"Basically, I don't have any other jobs to find anyway, and it's not bad here, but it may take a long time to learn the skills of a chef." Li Xiangrong said not very concerned, with a look of optimism.

"Isn't it a bit lonely here?" Buroni smiled, "You're not one of those masters who see through success, how can you bear it?"

"Yeah, it's a bit boring without TV, electric, and Internet access. There's nothing I can do about it." Li Xiangrong was also a little distressed.

"Well... you said the knife skills are good, why don't you show your hands and let me have a look," Buroni suggested, "I can only eat, I can't cook at all, just give me a chance to admire you .”

"That's what you said!" Li Xiangrong immediately cheered up, rolled up the sleeves that were above his wrists, and walked towards the kitchen with his head held high, "Let's give way to the young master."

Li Xiangrong standing in front of the cutting board seemed a little different from before.

It's just an extra white apron hanging around the neck, but it has brought inexplicable changes to the whole image.

Buroni stood quietly watching.

The round eyes narrowed slightly, and the not-so-tall body stood there tall and straight, with separated feet, a stable waist, naturally drooping shoulders, and a kitchen knife in his hand.

What Buroni saw was white light jumping on the blade, and a second later there was only a slight scraping sound, his vision shook for a moment, and there was a little dizzy double image.

Li Xiangrong was cutting a section of cucumber. The green and straight cucumber was still juicy and well placed on the bamboo cutting board, as if it had never touched the kitchen knife. The three fingers of the left hand holding the end never moved a millimeter. The kitchen knife in the right hand made a pleasant sound.

The time for cutting cucumbers was very short, so short that Lonnie thought that Li Xiangrong had just arranged the cucumbers and picked up the knife and waved it around.

It was done in one go.

Li Xiangrong put down the knife, exhaled slowly, and turned to look at him with a smile.

The cucumber remained unchanged.

Li Xiangrong picked up the two ends of the one-foot-long cucumber with both hands, and slowly pulled it apart in the air, as if pulling apart a roll of silk that was folded too tightly, until his arms were almost straightened.

The fresh and sweet smell of cucumbers wafted through the air, and the silk transformed into cucumbers swayed leisurely in mid-air. The emerald green edges stretched out in graceful curves, and the light yellow flesh of the melons showed an incredible color, flowing like water waves.

"Cucumber in coir raincoat, if you stretch it like this, it will be at least three times as long as it was before~ not even a piece has been cut off," Li Xiangrong said with a little pride in his voice, "Cooking's request is only to cut it to one and a half times as long~"

Buroni reached out to pick it up, and just caught the two ends with both hands, but only heard "papapapapa", it seemed that a large handful of copper coins fell in front of him at the same time, a series of crisp sounds.

The finger is empty, and there are even cucumber slices scattered on the ground.

Li Xiangrong picked up a piece and put it in his hand.The oval-shaped pale yellow melon slices are so thin that the light can see through, and the soft juice immediately seeps into the skin of the fingers.

Buroni squatted down, and almost every piece was the same. There was no sign that the sharp edges were still connected just now, and they exuded a cold light like newly minted coins.

"How?" Li Xiangrong tilted his head to look at him, and was very satisfied with the stunned response of the young master of the Bu family, "My knife skill is not bad, right?"

Not only is he passable, even Uncle Lu is inferior to him...

Buroni lowered his eyes, silently picked up all the cucumber slices, put them in the sink beside him, rinsed them, and then put them in his mouth to chew.

"The most important thing about thin slices is the crispy taste. If it is too thin, it will destroy too many cell walls and lose too much water," he commented lightly. "The straight cutting method is only the basic skill of a chef. You can cut the fried soybean skin for me. have a look."

Li Xiangrong took a few slices of cucumber from his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and fished out a piece of soaked golden bean skin from the basin next to it.

Soft materials are the easiest to crumble.

This time, the blade was slowly perpendicular to the chopping board, pressed the bean curd and then moved quickly and briskly, cutting to the bottom, from the inside to the outside, there was an outward pushing movement that was too subtle to be noticed without looking carefully, the center of gravity of the knife Cleverly placed in the thicker part of the rear end.

A pile of golden hair soon appeared on the chopping board, and it was gently coiled into a ball.

Buroni's green eyes were even deeper, and when his eyelashes blinked, it was like dark clouds covering the lake in autumn.

"Let me see your knife, okay?"

"Here," Li Xiangrong handed over the kitchen knife he used just now. The shape is different from the slicer knife commonly used now. The back of the knife is very thick and the blade is ground into a triangular cutting edge. Made of black wood, it seems to be a very old traditional kitchen knife.

"This is the knife used by my father," Li Xiangrong said softly. "It looks a bit clumsy, but it is actually very light and durable. The back of the knife can cut bones, and the tip can remove fascia. This is a meat-removing knife."

Li Xiangrong, who is introducing the kitchen knife, is actually very nervous. This kitchen knife is definitely not just as ordinary as it looks, and he must be very careful not to let Lonnie notice it, nor let anyone notice it...

Why do you want to show off your knife skills in front of your old classmates? The reason is not just the regret of the estrangement in high school... When he picked up the knife, he knew that this was an opportunity. Useful opportunity.

There is nothing wrong with being a waste material apprentice, and the days in the monastery are considered peaceful and happy, and my mother's mental state and health are also reassuring, and no one has any realistic expectations for their abilities, just mediocre and simple Isn't it good to live on?Maybe I will learn some cooking skills, maybe I can open a simple small restaurant to make a living after a few years, and there will be no big events worth remembering until I get old.

However, one thing has already happened...encountering an incredible being...

Li Xiangrong shook his head lightly, there is no need to think too much now...

"As long as it's easy to use," Buroni returned the knife to him. "If you want to remove the meat knife, how good is your meat cutting?"

This is a problem, the kitchen is full of raw materials for vegetarian food, how can there be meat to cut?

Li Xiangrong didn't realize that Buroni's question was a form of difficulty, so he looked up, smiled, turned around and went out for 2 minutes, and brought back a few steamed potatoes, which he quickly mashed into a puree, and took out a piece of bean curd to wrap Okay, let's make a fish shape with a few moves.

"Fortunately, there are cooked potatoes in the kitchen next door. Let me show you how I cut chrysanthemum fish." Li Xiangrong confidently picked up the kitchen knife again.

The meat of the fish is delicate, and the kung fu of cutting the fish can be said to be all in the grasp of the texture of the fish meat and skin. Buroni's heart moved, and he watched Li Xiangrong move quietly.

The kitchen knife is wedged obliquely into the bean skin at the bottom, which is the place that wraps the mouth of the mashed potatoes. It is swung out with a light stroke, and the sharp knife is chopped four or five times in a row before cutting it off once. From the other end, it is cut into parallel strips. Thin slices, the depth reaches more than half of the whole, turn 90° to the end and cut vertically downwards, so that most of the thickness of the raw material is in the shape of strands, while only a few parts are still connected to form blocks. Didn't chop off the separation a little bit.

"That's good~" Li Xiangrong pointed to the "fish block", "Put some dry powder into the oil pan and fry it to shape, pour tomato juice on it and it will be a beautiful chrysanthemum fish, and the taste can be made very similar."

"Then let me taste it when you're done," Buroni said, pressing his fingers on the sliced ​​chrysanthemum fish. Although the tofu skin is not as flexible as real fish skin, it is also more fragile than fish skin. Many, the mashed potatoes are soft and soft. It can only be said that the taste is similar to that of minced fish, but it is not as smooth and tender as the fish itself. After all, there is still a significant difference.

"It's been said that I can only chop vegetables," Li Xiangrong muttered, "I haven't learned how to fry fish, let alone seasoning, so don't be ashamed of yourself."

Unexpectedly, Li Xiangrong is such a confident and self-aware person. Knowing what he can do is very smart, but knowing what he can't do is even more wise.

In the bottom of his heart, Buroni put Li Xiangrong in a new place.

"Which cooking school taught such a great knife technique? I must also learn it," Buroni asked, with pure curiosity on his face.

"Knife skills are taught by my father..." Li Xiangrong's eyes darkened, and he quickly cleaned up the chopping board and materials, washed and dried the kitchen knife, and put it in his special drawer. "My father is very good at cutting meat. Whether it is pork, beef, mutton, chicken, duck, geese, crab, shrimp, sea fish, or river delicacies, I can use this knife to cook it quickly. The knife is very sharp after a long time, and it will not be blunt at all, let alone cracked. something."

"Oh..." I have heard about Li's father's misfortune, but it is difficult to find suitable words to comfort him. Buroni suddenly realized that the interaction between himself and this classmate is really pitiful. Well, Li Xiangrong has the qualifications to be his friend.

"So I have to practice hard, and I can't embarrass my father's knife." Li Xiangrong suddenly raised his tone cheerfully, "The kitchen is only so big, and we only cook one meal at noon for Zen masters and laymen, and we don't open it at night. Yes, the kitchen next door is at dinner time, and almost all the tourists are gone, so I am busy preparing dishes in the morning."

"Li Xiangrong," Buroni said in a deep voice when he followed him out of the kitchen, "would you like to come and work at my house?"