971: C971 The Original Was Reversed

C971 The Original Was Reversed

"I don't understand. Why are there no problems and no customers want to order?" Chef Liu was very disappointed.

The thing he was most proud of in his life was this soup.

"I once cooked this soup at many high-standard banquets. It also brought me countless glory. Countless old customers love talking about this soup the most. But now, nobody wants to order it."

The most depressing thing in life was probably falling in the most complacent place.

Yang Soong took another sip and put down the spoon.

"Master Liu, this soup boldly combines vegetables and fruits together. What is the purpose?"

"Detoxification, detoxification, cough, and lubrication of lungs."

Radish and green fruit were both very common, and the effects of the two were common knowledge.

Yang Soong sighed and said, "This is it. Eating medicine is not as good as eating medicine. The reason why there is this soup is to clear the heat and detoxify the poison. But this soup, in order to suppress the taste of the radish... The green fruit tastes sour and astringent. You soaked it in the water before stewing the soup. The taste is indeed good. "Then can this soup clear the heat and detoxify the poison?"

Chef Liu was stunned on the spot.

Yang Soong continued, "It's not wrong for a chef to pursue a more wonderful taste when cooking, but we can't forget the original intention of cooking. First, we want to eat our fill and not be hungry anymore. We have the strength to do things. Second, we want to make our body comfortable and healthy. The delicious food can only be ranked third. We can't give up everything."

Radish stewed soup would have a strange taste when drunk. Many people didn't like that taste. Chef Liu put white sugar into it. The white sugar accumulated heat, which was in contrast to the effect of the radish.

After the green fruit was soaked in water, the detoxification effect was reduced by more than half, and the sourness that could move people the most was even less.

Chef Liu's soup was more and more perfect the more it was cooked. The more it was cooked, the less it looked like the stewed green fruit soup with white radish.

It was as if you had specially gone to eat spicy food. The chef served you a serving of stir-fried chili that was not spicy at all.

"I have been taught, Chef Yang." Chef Liu bowed deeply to Yang Soong and said, "I was wrong. I was too wrong."

"You just got stuck in the wrong place for a while. Now that you are clear, you will be able to walk on the right path." Yang Soong said.

"Chef Yang, there's still mine."

"I don't understand either."

...

Yang Soong had something to say. Every word he said hit the nail on the head. The chefs were even more excited.

"Don't be anxious. Take it slow. Take it slow."

Yang Soong's five senses became sharper and sharper, especially his tongue.

"This oil of yours explodes in two crispness. You set the fire too big. The corners are a little old. You are afraid of getting old again. He put away the pot early and put it into the plate. It was still a bit raw, but it resulted in this kind of situation that happened again and again.

" Try adding the fire bit by bit when you cook. When you put it into the pot, then adjust the fire bit by bit. When the fire is heated, you can't just cook for a bit, so you don't care about the fire anymore. "

"Yes, I'm like this. I'm afraid that I'll get old. I'll stir-fry it a few times and then quickly get out of the pot." This was a chef with a crew cut. He was impressed by Yang Soong. "Brother Song, it's as if you have seen me stir-fry vegetables with your own eyes."

Yang Soong praised him and went to try the next dish.

He took a bite of every dish and knew what mistake the chef had made with one chopsticks.

The suggestion he gave hit the nail on the head.

"Brother Song, thank you. You really have the demeanor of a master. No wonder you are the representative figure in the cooking world of Luocheng."

"We are convinced!"

He didn't know when he became the representative of the chefs in Luocheng, Yang Soong. He said politely, "It's just a suggestion. Everyone, just don't blame me for showing off in front of an expert."

The chefs said, "Brother Song, you didn't just give us suggestions. You also pointed out the solution to this problem to us. This is a teacher's favor."

The chefs bowed ninety degrees in unison. "Thank you, Teacher."

Culinary skills emphasized inheritance. There had always been people who said that teaching a disciple would starve the master to death.

Many chefs covered up their culinary skills tightly. When they discovered that their peers had made mistakes, it was already considered good enough that they did not ridicule and criticize them in front of their faces. What was there to talk about?

Yang Soong, however, did not hide anything.

"Everyone, you are too polite. Hurry up and get up. "I am just a young man. I can't afford such a big gift."

Yang Soong was a little shy. Twenty to thirty chefs bowed to him. More than half of these people were older than him.

He was used to respecting the old and loving the young.

"We are all chefs. We know what your guidance means to us today. Chef Yang, Brother Song, thank you very much!"

"You deserve our respect."

Yang Soong felt that it was no big deal that he only said a few words.

But he forgot that he had tasted too many delicious food. His tongue and sense of smell were very sensitive. He could keenly detect many problems that were overlooked by others.

His accurate judgment of the pros and cons of every dish was not something that anyone could do. This had already inspired the chefs who were stuck in the kitchen.

In addition, Yang Soong had also given them a solution. This proved that he was not fishing for fame, but was sincerely helping others.

"You are so selfless, this is the style of a big family!"

After that, as long as Yang Soong appeared in the mall, there would be countless people helping him carry bags and open a path.

Even if he went to the toilet and came back, if he accidentally passed by the entrance of a restaurant, he would be invited in.

"Chef Yang, I just got a good Jinhua ham. Wait a minute, I'll bring it to you."

"I have a batch of especially fat wild pine antlers here."

"Winter Bug Summer Grass, this is a 5A grade. It's for you."

Real good food ingredients were usually priceless and hard to buy. However, someone was holding onto it. They were given to Yang Soong.

"No need, don't be so polite. I can't accept it." Yang Soong refused repeatedly.

Chen Ming explained on the side, "80,000 yuan of Golden Flower ham and wild pine nuts are comparable to gold. This kind of high quality winter fungus is sold in two ways. It is even more expensive than broken diamonds."

Yang Soong was even more reluctant to buy it. "I just came back from the toilet. It is not suitable for me to bring back ingredients that are as expensive as diamonds and gold."

"You're welcome. You must!" Both the chef and the restaurant owner insisted.

"Such a good ingredient, only you can use it. It's a waste to give it to others!"

"Yes, I must."

"If I don't accept it, I won't give you face. If you accept it, it will be our honor."

As the turnover of the food district on the fourth floor continued to increase, the business of the other floors also gradually warmed up.1

Gao Xin's mall gradually came back to life.

Everyone had money to earn, so they didn't care so much about money.

The restaurants on the fourth floor of the food district, because of Yang Soong's relationship, although they were in the same industry, their relationship was as good as that of fellow disciples.

Benign competition brought about the effect of the customers' reputation, and business became better and better.

However, there were two sides to everything. Even if they were fellow disciples, it was inevitable that they would be competitive.

For example, they had created a competitive atmosphere between them, and they had even specially formed a group for this.

"Did you see that? This is my family's wilderness in the suburbs. There are countless pearl chickens inside, and the fattest ones are for Brother Song."

"My hometown is in Sichuan, and we have the most fragrant chili there. I'm going to dig out the soil and give it to Brother Song."

"Do you know what kind of fish this is? Even Li Bai likes to eat bass from the peach blossom pond. I'm even going to give Brother Song water and fish."

"My chicken will be ready in a week. It will be very fast from the suburbs to the city."

"Hmph, my chili. I'll personally drive it and don't touch it. I'll give it to Brother Song. It'll only take three days."

"My plane is on standby. I can give the water and fish to Brother Song tomorrow."

"Compared to me, you're both younger brothers!"

Yang Soong: It is not advisable to compete with others. Don't send it over again. The newly bought storage unit is not enough.

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