The glass bubble jar sent by the kitchen was quickly placed in front of Zhou Yi.

Looking through the transparent pickling jar, this Sichuan pickle is very authentic, colorful and eye-catching, the red ones are peppers and carrots; the green ones are cowpeas and celery; the white ones are radish and cabbage; these dishes are cooked through the sauce After soaking, the color has changed slightly, but it looks softer and more natural, making people's appetites whet their appetites just by looking at it.

Zhou Yi nodded secretly. It seems that the head chef of this old place is at least a very good person. It is not bragging to say that he is proficient in the three major cuisines of Shandong, Sichuan and Guangdong.

After opening the soaking jar, a spicy, salty smell hit him. Zhou Yi had already picked up his chopsticks, but after smelling the smell, he shook his head and put down his chopsticks.

"Brother Zhou, why is this dish wrong?"

Zhang Zhao observed his words and saw that Zhou Yi was not even willing to move his chopsticks, and his heart sank.

"Brother Zhang, you are thinking too much..."

Zhou Yi shook his head and smiled: "Just by smelling it, you can tell that not only is there nothing wrong with this dish, but it is also very well done. Brother Zhang, the head chef you are looking for is not a parallel import. Just for this jar of kimchi, there is probably no such thing in the country." Few chefs can do better than this..."

"Then brother, why can't you even move your chopsticks?" Zhang Zhao was overjoyed: "Could it be that this jar of kimchi is so well made that it won the Jang Geum Restaurant, so brother, you don't have to taste it?"

"That's not the case. On the contrary, if you use this jar of kimchi to fight, Brother Zhang, you will definitely lose."

"Brother, what are you..."

Even though he knew that he was facing the current god of cooking, Zhang Zhao couldn't help but feel a little angry, thinking to himself, Brother Zhou, are you trying to trick your brother?

"Brother Zhang, don't be anxious first..."

Zhou Yi said hurriedly: "I just said that there are few chefs in the country who can make better Sichuan kimchi than this. That's because the chefs in China have never been interested in kimchi, and there are a few who can study it carefully. So? So the real kimchi masters are not in today’s food industry, but among the people; for example, the kimchi craftsmen in Sichuan Province specialize in making kimchi. The kimchi they make is the best..."

"Take this jar of kimchi for example... The cutting skills are exquisite, the color and nutrition are reasonably matched, and the materials used are also quite careful, which shows the profound skills of Chef Yun. Unfortunately, Chef Yun did not I didn’t grind kimchi carefully, I just made it according to the general rules of cooking, but I didn’t really grasp the true meaning of kimchi..."

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "There are seven kinds of ingredients in this jar, including green and red peppers, cowpeas, celery, carrots, radish and cabbage. They are blended into one jar to borrow the flavors from each other without erasing the true flavor. .That is to say, cabbage can have the spiciness of chili peppers, the refreshing taste of radish, the subtle fragrance of celery, and the thickness of cowpeas, but its own sweetness must be the most prominent! All other ingredients, including chili peppers, must be like this. A jar of top-quality Sichuan kimchi. Brother Zhang, try it, has Chef Yun done it?"

Zhang Zhao picked up a piece of carrot and tasted it, and said with a wry smile: "I have eaten it before, and it felt pretty good. Why do you think that the more you eat it, the more you eat it, the more you eat it? But brother, you, the god of cooking, don't like it." You're too cunning, Master Yun can't meet your requirements, and I'm afraid those sticks can't meet your requirements either, right?"

"Not always......"

Zhou Yi shook his head and said: "Kimchi is to a stick, just like India's sacred oil is to a hungry ghost in sex, and a juicy little lolita is to a strange sorghum. It is the foundation of a country and a frequent visitor to the table. Moreover,

This time Jang Geum Restaurant came prepared and must have used kimchi experts. It is not impossible to make the top kimchi I mentioned."

"Then brother, please tell me how to make the top-notch kimchi you mentioned?"

Zhang Zhao was really anxious. If Bangzi made top-quality kimchi, wouldn't he be able to open his business during the Qingming Festival? Then there would be no business. He might as well quit the food industry.

"There is nothing wrong with Master Yun's selection of materials, ingredients, brewing method and brewing time. It's just that he failed to grasp the two most important points of making kimchi."

Zhou Yidao: "The first is to stir, the second is to turn the vegetables! Brother Zhang, don't think that what Bangzi said about stirring the kimchi clockwise and counterclockwise is a joke. In fact, this is what you can only understand after you have mastered the kimchi technique; these two points

Maybe Master Yun also knows it, but he can't grasp it, so the taste of this jar of kimchi will be worse."

Zhang Zhao looked at Zhou Yi intently for a while, then suddenly put his hands on his knees and laughed: "Haha, brother, after you have said so much, I finally understand. You are not only the God of Cooking, but also the God of Pickles! Brother, can Brother Zhang cross the sea to conquer Dongda?

Bai Bangzi, whether we can open the business normally depends on you, the great master..."

"I'm afraid it's too late to brew it again..." Zhou Yi shook his head and said, "Even I can't help it."

"What should we do? Do you want me to admit defeat?" Zhang Zhao was so anxious that he almost sprinkled Pu'er tea on Zhou Yi with his hands shaking.

"Hey, Brother Zhang, please be patient? I'm a poor man, I only have this tea dress, and you spend more on me..."

"You..." Zhang Zhao is so angry. How long has it been? Are you still worried about your clothes?

"Okay, Brother Zhang, don't worry. I said it's too late to make kimchi now, but I didn't say there was no other way. You were so hot-tempered from the moment we met, that I didn't even have time to bring the vegetable jar from the backup.

Take it out of the box..."

Zhou Yi looked at Zhang Zhao with a smile. The reason why he waited until now was to increase Zhang Zhao's expectations so that he could sell the four thousand kilograms of pickled radish at a sky-high price; secondly, it was because Zhang Zhao was a little confused.

It is necessary to control the rhythm a little bit, so that this Chudu tycoon can regain the confidence and calmness of the past; the third reason is that he has a bit of a bad taste. Don't the experts on TV wait until the end to tell the answer?

Come out? Brother, imitate it too...

"Catering jar?"

Zhang Zhao was stunned for a moment and then understood: "No, Brother Zhou, did you bring kimchi? No, I didn't tell you on the phone that Chang Jin Restaurant was competing with kimchi. How did you know?

"

"I'm not a god, how can I predict the future?"

Zhou Yi smiled and shook his head: "I made some pickles myself and brought some samples for you to try, Brother Zhang. If you can, please help me sell them. I am also short of money recently. Isn't that right?"

Do you still owe Brother Liu a debt?"

"How much do pickles cost? Brother, please stop joking. Brother Zhang, my place is also a five-star hotel. You ask me to sell pickles..."

Zhang Zhao was about to say, brother, forget it. If you are short of money, just talk to your brother directly. Suddenly he saw Zhou Yi smiling lightly, and he suddenly came to his senses: "Brother, can I have a taste of your pickles?"

Pickles and kimchi are originally brothers. If you add more soup, wouldn't it be kimchi? And these are pickles made by today's cooking gods.

Zhang Zhao is not stupid either. He instantly figured out the connection and his eyes suddenly lit up...

***

Zhou Yi's jar of radish pickles is packed in the most common black clay jar. Compared with the jar of Sichuan pickles made in a glass jar, it is really not popular on the table. But when Zhang Zhao opened the clay jar, He immediately narrowed his eyes, raised his nose, and had a look of intoxication on his face.

What a pure fresh and salty taste, what a refreshing radish smell...

Looking at the pickled radish that looked like jade snow cake in the earthen jar, Zhang Zhao even forgot to use chopsticks and just grabbed a piece and threw it into his mouth.

Then, the guy's eyes got wider and wider, and finally they gradually became moist...

"It's so delicious, so refreshing, I'm dying, I'm dying..."

Zhang Zhao half-squinted his eyes, his face flushed, and he was forced to climax by this piece of pickled radish. He felt a wave of boundless pleasure, making his whole body suddenly covered with goosebumps: " Why... why can pickled radish taste so delicious? Oh... what kind of radish is this..."

Crunchy...

When he was excited about eating, he didn't bother to ask more questions. He buried his head in front of the jar and kept grabbing the pickled radish and putting it in his mouth. In the blink of an eye, he had finished half the jar alone.

"Brother Zhang, stop eating!"

Zhou Yi grabbed his hand that was full of juice and said with some laughter and tears: "Aren't you afraid of dying? If you want to eat what I have, it's three thousand kilograms."

"Brother Zhou, I never thought that a pickled radish can be so delicious. It's true that a capable person can do anything..."

Zhang Zhao felt that his 1.5 million consulting fee was well spent. He was so excited that he grabbed Zhou Yi's hand and said: "I want these three thousand kilograms of pickled radishes. Please give me a price... ..."

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "Don't worry, let's use it to help you win this game first. But I must tell you, Brother Zhang, that this carrot is precious."

"How expensive is it? I want it for a thousand yuan a pound, as much as I want!"

Zhang Zhao chuckled, with the words "Brother, you are rich" written all over his face...

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