"What you think is beautiful, I'm just a little shocked..."

After Zhou Yi exited the system, he half-disguisedly picked up a piece of fragrant wine and meat and stuffed it into his mouth: "I didn't expect that there would be a special first-class chef in a small restaurant like the old place. I don't know how much it cost the old place. Just invited."

"Isn't that an exaggeration?" Zhu Xiaohua shook her head and said, "This plate of fermented rice wine and meat is delicious, but you can be sure that it is the work of a first-class chef?"

Although he is also a qualified foodie, he is not yet able to distinguish the level of the chef. This fragrant wine and meat is very good. It must be made by a special chef, but it is hard to say if it is not a special one.

Looking at the whole country, how many real special-level ones are there? Those are the characters who haunt Zhongnanhai, the State Guesthouse, and the People's Hall. Would they come to a small mid-range restaurant in a second-tier city? One Thousand and One Nights It's not so fantasy, right?

"Haha, Xiaohua, you don't understand. This fragrant wine and pork looks simple, but it actually tests the chef's knife skills and control of the heat. Look at these meat slices. Each slice is five centimeters long, three centimeters wide, and thick. It is three millimeters, and there is no difference in the points; look at the color of the meat, the slices are jade-colored, just cooked, but will not curl due to overheating..."

After completing his associate professional cooking skills, Zhou Yi has officially transformed from a foodie to a top food connoisseur. If the food channel now invites him to be a judge, he will definitely deserve it.

Moreover, the system has determined that the person who made this dish is equivalent to the eighth level of cooking skills, which corresponds to the special level of chefs in reality. This means that Zhou Yi, the nine-level perfect cooking god, has surpassed the special level of chef. The presence.

"And this distiller's lees is made of red glutinous rice. It is said that glutinous rice in the world comes from three Yangs, Liyang, Sheyang and Danyang. Among them, the best quality is Danyang. If I am not mistaken, the red glutinous rice used to make this distiller's lees should be Last autumn, Danyang harvested the first batch of 'Danding Nuo', which can be said to be the king of glutinous rice and the best in the world!"

Zhou Yi was talking eloquently, foaming at the mouth, and Zhu Xiaohua's eyes were straightened when he heard it. He couldn't even ask questions, and his face was full of an expression of 'although he doesn't understand, he feels powerful'.

At this time, Zhouyi already had the style of a Zhuanjia cave practitioner and was very capable of deceiving people.

"Huh? I didn't expect that in a small place like Chudu, there are gourmets who know how to eat like this? Young people are not simple. My delicious food of wine and meat with fermented grains is not considered a secret investment..."

"What, this dish was made by you, old man?"

Zhou Yi looked back and saw an old man standing behind him. He was about sixty years old, with white hair and beard. He was wearing a green cloth shirt and black cloth shoes. He looked very healthy.

"Yes, I made it. My old man went home to visit his relatives this time. When he saw the restaurant opened by his younger generation, he felt a little itchy, so he made this dish. I thought that the guests were all peony-chewing people, but I didn't expect it to happen. It’s such a joy to meet a close friend like my little friend..."

This old man was very familiar with himself. As he spoke, he sat next to Zhou Yi and looked him up and down: "Is my little friend also from the Qinxing circle?"

His background is not small. He is a veteran of Jingbang cuisine, a living ancestor, and one of the few first-class chefs in the country. If in normal times, ordinary people want to eat his food, they will have to follow the land. The Duke looks up to the Queen Mother like a flat peach.

This time I came to Chudu to visit some old friends, and to support some of my family members. The old man has no children, no daughters, no wives, and his nephews and nieces are his only relatives. It just so happens that he has no children or wives.

One of his nephews is the owner of this old place. The old man was so happy to see Xin Xin that he wanted to give his nephew a good reputation, so he passed on this fragrant fermented wine and meat dish to the chef in the store regardless of his status. However, Zhou Yi ate this dish.

, but it happened to be made by his own hands.

However, after the old man cooked a few dishes, he felt a little regretful. The so-called Boya smashed the piano, because it was rare to have a good friend. With his status, it was really uncomfortable to cook for these incomprehensible guests in this small restaurant.

, so he stopped and went out for a walk, but he didn't want to hear Zhou Yi's comments.

"Haha, old sir, you are wrong. I am just a foodie. How can I know how to cook?"

Zhou Yi shook his head and said with a smile. Judging from the posture of this old man, he is definitely a senior with status in Qinxing. If he shows his true ability, he will definitely get into trouble. No, he has to hide it.

"oh?"

The old man looked at Zhou Yi and felt a little disbelieving. If nothing else, Zhou Yi's comments just now were definitely not like those of ordinary gourmets.

"Old sir, are you surprised? Hehe, to tell you the truth, my buddy's ancestors cooked royal meals for the Queen Mother of the West. Although it was because Cixi, that old bitch, did not have a chef with her when she visited the West.

, but you can also see how powerful my brother's ancestors are..."

Seeing that the old man was talking to Zhou Yi as soon as he sat down, Zhu Xiaohua ignored her. She suddenly became a little unbalanced and deliberately brought up this topic to shock the old man.

"It turns out that it comes from family education, so it's no wonder..."

The old man couldn't help but look at Zhou Yi a few more times: "Old Cao Lang, it's fate that I met my little friend in Chudu. Just leave a message so that my little friend can contact me when he has a chance to come to Kyoto.

"

As he spoke, he took out a business card and handed it to Zhou Yi. Zhu Xiaohua, who was looking at him eagerly, was ignored by him.

"Let me tell you, it turns out that the old gentleman is from Kyoto... Hey, Cao Lang, Cao Yidao!"

Zhou Yi was surprised when he saw the name on the business card. As a family foodie, if he didn't know Cao Yidao, the veteran of Jingbang cuisine, his life would be in vain.

It is said that Cao Yidao once performed in public the stunt of cutting off the flesh and bones of a cow with one knife, which shocked the entire Kyoto food world. This is where the nickname came from. Zhou Yi never expected that he would actually meet him in person.

"It turns out that little friend also knows that this old man has a false reputation..."

Cao Lang stroked his goatee and smiled proudly. This was the effect he wanted: "I think my little friend was born to be a diligent person like me, but after several generations, I'm afraid the family's cooking skills can no longer be inherited. But if

If you want to learn how to cook... I will teach you everything you have to teach me, and I won’t hide any secrets."

Learning cooking is like learning martial arts. It is up to the master to find good disciples who can truly pass on the mantle. Moreover, the master has to be obedient and take care of food, housing and life matters. This is called a disciple within the mantle.

With Cao Lang's identity, I don't know how many people want to worship him as their teacher, but cooking skills are easy to learn and difficult to master, and it requires talent. Knife skills, fire control and other skills can also rely on acquired diligent training, but he is naturally sensitive to ingredients.

Sensation and the ability to identify tastes cannot be obtained through hard work. It depends on whether the ancestor will appreciate this cleverness.

To put it bluntly, it is not difficult to be a good chef. As long as you work hard, ordinary people can do it. But to be a top chef, or even a god of cooking, you must first have a good tongue, which is carried in your mother's womb.

What comes out cannot be forced.

In Cao Lang's view, Zhou Yi was a genius with a good tongue, so he was a little interested. When he heard about his family background, he really came up with the idea of ​​accepting a disciple. But he never expected that this disciple he was interested in

He is the real god of cooking. When it comes to teaching cooking skills, we still don’t know who will teach whom...
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