What a blinding operation.

Before, even Chef Hu thought that Zhou Dong had put less oil, but now he realized that the oil was just right, and he was really worried about him for nothing.

"Si sizzle..."

The chicken and chili aroma spread in the air. The three chefs didn't even have to taste it. They knew that Zhou Dong's heat was just right. Seeing that the oil in the pot was gone and the meat was cooked, Zhou Dong poured the chicken breast into the plate. It was clearly amber color after it was completely fried, but there was no drop of oil on it.

"Eat all the oil!"

Chef Hu paused slightly, and his eyes lit up a little further after looking at Zhou Dong.

Shi Buyu and Wu Gumiya Masada looked at each other and admired them very much. They were called divine chefs, and they were also diligent masters. What kind of cooking techniques can’t be mastered? But to achieve the level of “eat all oil”, not every time they can succeed.

The food is perfect, there is no fault of being picky, and the oil is not lacking in a single bit of fragrance, but you won’t see a drop of oil. This is called “eat all the oil”.

Even for a chef like them, this is the goal to pursue.

"good......"

Chef Hu looked at Zhou Dong with praise all over his eyes.

"This eggplant in "Dream of Red Mansions" is still over-name. According to Feng Lazi's method, it tastes not much better.

To put it bluntly, it is still up to the chicken and melon seeds to support them, and the eggplant itself becomes a foil. Therefore, when cooking chicken and melon seeds, you must not only see oil, but also have a strong taste, so that you can make up for the shortcomings of insufficient taste of eggplant.

Xiaodong, you are cooking the main ingredients in the chicken and melon seeds on the right heat, the taste is calm, neither thin nor thick, and the oil is gone. Obviously, you are not going to rely on the chicken and melon seeds to win over our tongues?

I'm very excited."

Ginger is still spicy, hitting the nail on the head.

Zhou Dong nodded: "I hope it won't disappoint Grandpa Hu."

After the chicken breast is cooked, the remaining dried fruits, such as cashews, almonds, blueberries, etc., need to be replaced with new oil and cooked.

This time, Zhou Dong did not use the magical method of stir-frying just now. He relied entirely on fried skills. After all, these dried fruits are not easy to add oil and taste like chicken breasts, and they also require even firepower and continuous continuousness.

However, it was just the skill of stir-frying, which made the three master chefs sigh repeatedly. Zhou Dong's hand speed was as fast as a phantom. The fried spoon was one and two, two and four, four and eight. Every time he stir-frying, it seemed that he was putting a spoon from all directions at the same time, and all kinds of dried fruits were completely heated evenly.

The requirements for heating cashews and almonds, blueberries and white melon seeds are completely different, but in Zhou Dong's hands, this is not a problem.

In a blink of an eye, all the dried fruits were at the heat and poured directly onto the washed and dried chopping board. A faint blue knife light rose. First, the dried fruits were accurately divided one by one, then turned the blade and raised them high and patted them lightly. After several times of the face, all kinds of dried fruits had been ground into powder by Zhou Dong and mixed evenly.

Pour honey into the pot, roll the cooked chicken and melon seeds into the honey, then put it on the chopping board and dip it evenly in dried fruit powder, Zhou Dong smiled and said, "Old stone, eggplant can be out of the pot."

The hot egg strips were peeled out from the lotus root segment, and as they were hot, Zhou Dong picked up the egg strips with a fork knife in one hand, held the carving knife in the other hand, broke the mouth and pulled the pulp, and then used a very quick method to stuff the chicken breasts dipped in the dried fruit powder into the egg strips.

At this time, the eggplant strips had just emerged from the chicken soup, and they also had the unique aroma of chicken lotus root soup. The temperature was above 80 degrees. After the chicken and melon seeds filled with various dried fruit powder were stuffed into it, they were forced by the residual heat. The tastes of various ingredients were all sucked in by the eggplant and began to blend perfectly.

In the end, there were eight eggplant croakers, which were placed on a white porcelain plate like a peacock spreading its tail. Between the eggplant croakers, some of the lotus root cubes cut by Masada Wugong himself were arranged in an orderly manner.

Suddenly, a strange fragrance rose and divided into countless levels, entering the noses of the three great chefs layer by layer.

"Hiss--!"

Even Chef Hu not only took a breath, but also became a little excited.

Although he hasn't tasted it yet, he can tell based on his years of experience as a chef. The plate of eggplant is probably the most authentic and delicious eggplant.

The kind that Jia Baoyu and Feng Lazi have never eaten!

"Haha, good boy, let Grandpa Hu taste it first and give you a score!"
Chapter completed!