And Yang Ming doesn't seem to plan to teach Wang Xiaoming to cook now, mainly instructing him to make snacks when he comes out of the stall, Wang Xiaoming's understanding is very good, he has a very fast grasp of the heat and the characteristics of food, and the snacks are also done well.
Wang Xiaoming still couldn't help his curiosity, he asked Yang Ming: "What do you teach Brother Sheng to cook now?"
"Chicken sea cucumber."
Wang Xiaoming said: "It sounds very advanced. ” Yang Ming said lightly: "General." ” Wang Xiaoming carefully looked at the expression on Yang Ming's face, and after a long while, he said, "Have you ever thought that the conditions in your family should be very good." ” Yang Ming raised his eyebrows: "How can you see it?"
"You probably think shark fin bird's nest is also a very common thing, right?"
Yang Ming said: "I must have been a chef, shark fin bird's nest is an ingredient for me, any ingredient, in the eyes of the chef, is something that can be eaten, there is no distinction between high and low." ” Wang Xiaoming laughed, revealing two sharp little tiger teeth: "I want to be a chef like you." ” Yang Ming glanced at him: "Of course you can." ” Wang Xiaoming heard him say it so lightly, and he also felt that as long as he relied on his own efforts, there was nothing that could not be done.
Yang Ming plans to make claypot rice, not just talking, he got the first tuition fee paid by Luo Junsheng, he took Wang Xiaoming across the sea to purchase equipment, from the claypot stove to every casserole, he carefully selected, the price is expensive, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that the materials are good.
Wang Xiaoming found that probably every chef has a perfect paranoid about tools, containers and ingredients, which can be seen from Yang Ming's attitude towards choosing a casserole, every casserole must be touched with his own hands to ensure that the inner glaze is uniform and smooth.
After buying the pot stove, Yang Ming went to buy silk miao rice again, and if it was this year's late rice silk miao rice, it didn't want it.
That afternoon, they spent a lot of effort on procurement, and it was not until it was almost dark that they arranged everything and returned to the island.
Wang Xiaoming was worried about whether he could go out of the stall to do business at night, those oysters had not been dealt with, and he didn't know if they would be bad tomorrow, and there were still guests, so he didn't go to the stall today, nor did he say hello, I don't know if he would wait.
As soon as they arrived at the dock, they heard an acquaintance say, "Xiao Ming, you are still here, and many people are waiting to eat oysters at your house." ” Wang Xiaoming smiled and said, "I'm going to buy something."
I'll go in a moment.
"Saying that he moved things off the ferry, loaded them on a tricycle, and pulled them home, there were a lot of things, and he bought two of them from the claypot stove, and it took two carts to pull them out, and after he was busy with these, he hurried to set up a stall to sell oysters, and other things could not be sold, but oysters were fresh goods, and they must be disposed of as soon as possible.
When Wang Xiaoming's tricycle appeared on the street, the diners who were eating were relieved: "The boss finally came, and I thought that I would fail to run on a special trip, so I went to his house to eat barbecue." ” Wang Xiaoming and Yang Ming spread the stall neatly, and before the fire was lit here, the guests over there automatically and spontaneously occupied their seats, and the seats were soon full.
Wang Xiaoming and Yang Ming worked together, one made a fire, the other made ingredients, and it was not until the fire was lit that Wang Xiaoming took the time to order food from table to table.
While memorizing the menu, he listened to the complaints of the guests, and kept apologizing with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't have enough manpower, I can't be busy."
We went to buy a casserole in the afternoon, and tomorrow we are going to sell claypot rice, and Master Yang Ming cooks it by himself. ” "There will be claypot rice tomorrow," the person at the table next to him pricked up his ears and listened to the conversation between Wang Xiaoming and the guests.
Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Yes, I'll go to work on that today."
All of them are casseroles and rice personally selected by Master Yang Ming, they are definitely the best, and whether they taste good or not, everyone will know if they taste it tomorrow. ” "Then I'll come over tomorrow to eat."
"Boss, you're tempting people again, I was going to eat your barbecue today and go back tomorrow morning, do I have to stay for half a day?"
"Produced by Master Yang Ming, it is definitely trustworthy, such a good opportunity, you must try it first."
Wang Xiaoming's food stall relies on word of mouth, has become famous, many people come to eat barbecue and oysters, now people's living conditions are better, eating is not only for the stomach, but also to satisfy the tip of the tongue, where there is delicious, those gourmets can smell it from 108,000 miles away, of course, this is also thanks to the convenient information age.
There are many people from the county and the city who come to their stall to eat barbecue, because they are a tourist attraction, and they can still play by the way when they come to eat delicious food, so why not do it.
As soon as the news that the Wang family stall was going to launch claypot rice spread, many Yujia delicious fans knew about it, and many people even planned to make a special trip to eat the first claypot rice.
Even Wang Xiaoming doesn't know about this.
After the day's work, Wang Xiaoming and Yang Ming went back and started to work, busy washing the casserole, and bought dozens of pots, all of which had to be cleaned.
When brushing the pot, Wang Xiaoming thought that brushing the pot would be a big project in the future, dozens of mouths, this casserole is different from ordinary bowls, the bottom of the pot will stick to the pot, and it will take a long time to brush clean.
My boss, hired a helper, but I am going to become a dishwasher, what is more difficult than this, when can I afford to hire a dishwasher?
Will he really be able to open a restaurant in the future as Yang Ming said, and then he can hire a dishwasher, Wang Xiaoming is dreaming while brushing the pot.
The next day, Yang Ming did not give Luo Junsheng a lesson, and let Luo Junsheng practice by himself.
He, a teacher, has expensive tuition, high skills, and a big temper, so he is not easy to serve, he said that he would not go to class today, and Luo Junsheng did not dare to say anything.
Originally, cooking was different from reading, the master led the door in, and the practice looked at the individual, but in this way, the learning progress was slow.
Yang Ming is not in a hurry, anyway, it is Luo Junsheng who should be in a hurry.
Luo Junsheng is not a particularly talented chef, and he can only get two or three points of truth for what he makes, he feels that he can't learn to make a row, but he can't do it if he doesn't learn, and if he doesn't improve the level of stir-frying, he can't attract customers.
What's even more depressing is that the newly learned dishes are launched, and few people order them, and the reason is that the price is too expensive.
The small restaurant sells dishes from five-star hotels, and a few of them can eat it Luo Junsheng learned two difficult dishes, and finally found that he had entered a misunderstanding, so he considered whether to cook with Yang Ming.
When he hesitated, Wang Xiaoming's claypot rice had already become popular.
Yang Ming is definitely a genius in cooking, a level chef, not only in being able to make a full banquet in the Manchu and Han Dynasty, but more importantly, he can make the most ordinary home-cooked meals fragrant, which is endlessly memorable
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