756: C756 Fillet Mutton

C756 Fillet Mutton

The middle-aged man heard someone calling him 'Third Uncle'. That clear and pleasant voice must be his niece, Zeng Mei. He turned his head and smiled, "You little girl, you came here to eat mutton again, right? Why didn't you tell me in advance that I, your uncle, am well … "Who is this person?"0

Before the benevolent middle-aged man could finish his sentence, he saw a handsome young man standing beside Zeng Mei. He looked to be about the same age as Zeng Mei, but his face looked a little familiar.

Zeng Mei walked up to her third uncle and said coquettishly, "Aiya, I brought a friend here for dinner today. He said that he wanted to see your kitchen, so I brought him here! Do you know who he is? "

"Who is it? This brat looks a little familiar! " Third uncle felt a little suspicious. This brat did look familiar. Had he seen him before?

"Aiya, how did you forget? Last time when I was at home watching a documentary, weren't you over there? The main character I'm looking at is him! Yang Song! " Zeng Mei reminded her third uncle.

The latter quickly remembered and slapped her head. Immediately, she remembered and shouted at Yang Song in surprise, "So it's you!" "You are that fried dumpling!"

What the hell? Yang Song was stunned. What was that? Don't I have a name? However, Yang Song didn't mind. He walked up and said embarrassedly, "Sorry, I was just curious and wanted to take a look."

"It's alright. We're all colleagues, it's normal for me to want to come and take a look. If I were to eat in your restaurant, I would want to have a look as well!" Third Uncle looked like a decent person. From his simple and honest appearance, he treated Yang Song quite well. However, his eyes didn't seem to be right.

Yang Song could not understand the look in her eyes and could only introduce himself, "Hello, my name is Yang Song. May I know what uncle's name is?"

"Oh!" My name is Sun Yanglin, and my friends call me Yang Dong. You can call me Uncle Sun! " Sun Yanglin looked very amiable. He laughed and joked around.

However, Sun Yanglin was also considered an old senior in the catering industry. He had been in contact with this mutton restaurant since he was young, and his father had passed down it for over 30 years. Thus, he was able to understand Yang Song's thoughts.

"Little Yang, I know what you're thinking, but there's actually nothing much to say about the kitchen of our mutton restaurant. If you want to see, just watch how I cut up the mutton!" Little Wang, move aside a bit.

Sheep brain? Yang Song was stunned and quickly looked at the chopping block. On it, there was a piece of mutton, thin and fat, the texture of the snowflakes was very clear, and it really did look like it was the same as mutton brain.

Previously when he looked at Sun Yanglin, his whole person seemed to be like the neighbor's uncle. It was the feeling of sitting at the door and chatting with his neighbors after dinner with a fan in his hand. The feeling of wearing a white tank top and shorts was entirely different now that he had picked up the knife.

It was a kind of focused feeling. As a chef, Yang Song could immediately feel this feeling. If it was anyone else who saw this, they would only think that this uncle was very professional!

Knife! Yang Song noticed that this knife was different from his own knife set. His knife set ranged from vegetable knife to bone knife, but he had never seen such a knife before.

The knife was about 30 centimeters long. Yang Song's estimation was not that accurate, but it was much longer than his own fish-slaying knife. However, the width of the knife was much wider. It looked like a homemade knife.

Sun Yanglin also noticed that Yang Song was looking at his own knife. This knife was taken out from a box in the drawer just now. It had an old-fashioned style and looked like it was from the past, but the blade was still as sharp as a knife.

"This blade was personally forged by my father in the past by a friend. It's purely manual and of the highest quality. Also, after passing down through the years, no matter what kind of blade I have, I still like to use this blade."

Yang Song nodded. As expected, this knife was forged by him. No matter what he did, he would use the tools he had prepared. It was the most suitable tool. No wonder.

However, even though there were so many different types of knives on Yang Song's body, in reality, Yang Song did not use many of them. Yang Song usually used two knives, a knife and a fish slaughtering knife.

The cutting knife. Because of the material, Yang Song didn't need to use the chopper at all, he only needed to use the knife. This material was completely different from the ones on Earth, no matter how hard it was, it was still as sharp as before, and was quite comfortable to use.

Chinese chef, there's a good saying, a knife can cut through the sky, we are not like foreign chefs, we need to prepare a special box for cooking, inside there are all kinds of knives, our China is just a knife, no matter what it is, we can all handle it pretty well.

In fact, Yang Song had never seen a fish slaughtering knife before. When he was at home helping his parents kill fish, he had only used the ordinary kitchen knife at home. Later on, he had a fish slaughtering knife and used it to shave the scales and cut the fish's abdomen.

At this time, Sun Yanglin was holding a special knife made of lamb in front of him. Yang Song noticed that in order to cut it as thin as a cicada's wing, he didn't cut it twice. Instead, the knife slowly slid up and down, and only when the lamb was at the bottom did he suddenly stop and cut again.

Yang Song carefully looked at it and had a rough understanding in his heart. So that's how it is! If it was cut, the speed would be very fast. When the time came, it would be difficult to grasp the thickness of the meat. Perhaps, the thickness would be cut. At that time, the taste of the meat would be affected.

The reason why the meat was so thin was actually because it was cut so thin. Actually, that wasn't it, the meat was based on the plan, not frozen lamb, after being sliced out, it wasn't rolled up into a large piece, but was instead laid out on a plate. The amount of meat in a plate could be easily seen by everyone.

After having cut a few pieces consecutively, Yang Song could no longer hold it in. He wanted to try it himself, so he asked, "Uncle Sun, can I try?"

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