vrcanaries Chapter 422: 1 Dish of Fried Beef Noodles Was Kicked Out
Chapter 422: 1 Dish of Fried Beef Noodles Was Kicked Out
"My second grandfather is Wen Yongshun. Do you know Wen Yongshun? Well, he is very famous over there. You can find out if you go over there and ask around!"
"Of course the oyster omelette in our restaurant is more authentic. The ingredients here are just okay, but farmed ones can't compare to wild ones. But we don't often have wild ones. Most of what we sell are farmed ones. There aren't that many things in the sea. But it's a little better than the ones in the program group. If I were to use our ingredients to compete, I would definitely get a full ticket. Maybe even Grandpa Nan would praise me."
"Just show off! If everyone could use their own ingredients to compete, would so many people be eliminated? You feel so proud of yourself after being praised a few times, and you only remember to praise yourself. Don't you remember the judges said that your oil temperature was a little low and it was a bit greasy?" The fat man couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted Wen Xinyuan's increasingly outrageous bragging.
Wen Xinyuan was talking excitedly when he was caught off guard by the fat guy's revelation. He felt a little embarrassed and turned around to expose the fat guy's secrets to Zhao Xiaojing.
"Sister, do you know why I always guessed that he would make fried beef noodles?"
"Why?" Zhao Xiaojing cooperated and ate the watermelon obediently.
"Because this is his kick-out dish! His father kicked him out because he didn't cook this dish well!"
"Don't listen to his exaggerations, I'm telling you!" The fat man was not annoyed, but joined the group chat very smoothly, "As for me, I have been learning cooking from my master since I was a child. My master is my father's master and also my father's uncle. He used to be a chef for state banquets. Unfortunately, his two sons were unwilling to learn cooking, so they found his sister's son, my father, from my grandmother, that is, his sister. My father was greedy and was fooled in a few seconds. He also followed him to learn cooking since he was a child. Although he is a nephew, he is also half a son. The master-apprentice relationship is closer than that of a nephew, so I also call him master and treat him as a relative in my heart..."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Zhao Xiaojing stretched out her hand and interrupted hurriedly, "Let me sort it out...your father's uncle...your uncle's sister...your grandmother...his sister's son...in other words, your master is actually your uncle, right?"
"Yes! Smart!" The fat man gave a thumbs up.
"Oh! I'm asking you, are you capable of this? You're just an uncle, but you've gone through so much trouble to get me started. I'm confused!" Wen Xinyuan rolled his eyes speechlessly when he heard this.
"Go away! What does it have to do with you? I'm explaining science to Sister Zhao! Sister Zhao, let's continue. My dad didn't have the patience to teach me, and he didn't know how to teach anyone, so I followed my master's master to learn. I was learning well at first, and I was cooking in my master's restaurant, and my dad was also cooking there. But then, two years ago, an old acquaintance of my master's master came, who was also a famous chef. He came with a female apprentice. When my dad saw that the apprentice was about the same age as me, he insisted on having a competition. Let's have a competition, we should have grace and a competitive spirit. Winning and losing is normal, right? We don't have to win, right? But the next day after the competition, my dad plotted a scheme against my master's master, and he kicked me out when he heard it!" The fat man sighed, his face full of grief and indignation.
"Are you competing for stir-fried beef noodles?" Zhao Xiaojing asked.
"Smart!" The fat man once again affirmed Zhao Xiaojing's normal IQ as a normal person.
"Fatty, did you miss something?" Wen Xinyuan said jokingly. He glanced at the fat man who was avoiding his gaze out of guilt, then looked at Zhao Xiaojing with a smile. "Sister Zhao, let me tell you!"
"That famous chef had a serious competition with Fatty's master 20 or 30 years ago, but he lost to Fatty's master and lost his position as Guangdong Province's chief culinary technician. This time he came to get back at him! And he was originally going to cook Taishi dishes, but considering the limited time, the restaurant had to open its doors to welcome customers, so he finally decided the winner with a dish of stir-fried beef noodles. In fact, he let Fatty win! His master kicked him out, it wasn't a matter of manners or competitive spirit, it was because Fatty had lost all his face!"
"Hey, it's not about giving in or not. We are all Cantonese chefs. Stir-fried beef noodles is a dish that everyone can cook. It's not like she is not good at it! Besides, so what if she learns Taishi's cuisine? Don't I have any specialties?" The fat man retorted with a depressed look on his face.
"Yes, of course there must be! This time I'll wait for your specialty to come out and crush her. Come on, brother, I believe in you!" Wen Xinyuan clenched his fists to cheer the fat man up in a supportive manner. The fat man glared at him for a long time, looking even more depressed. He wanted to scold him but didn't know where to start.
"Alright, alright. Didn't you see he was teasing you on purpose?" Zhao Xiaojing played the role of peacemaker again. "But you don't have to be kicked out just because you lost once. How can you go to someone else's restaurant when you have a family tradition?"
"It's not someone else's restaurant. It's owned by the son of my master's master, that is, my master's master, so it can be considered a descendant of the same lineage. My dad said I was a tough guy, but my master's master had a very good temper. He didn't want to hit or scold me when I was taught. He said that my master's master had a bad temper, so he asked me to go and learn from him. Alas, other people's fathers are cheating, but my father is cheating his son! My master's master is really cruel. He didn't say anything when I went there. He first let me practice stir-fried beef noodles for half a year! Now I can make stir-fried beef noodles with my eyes closed!"
"So if you ask him what dish he can cook in ten minutes, I can guess with my eyes closed that it's stir-fried beef noodles!" Wen Xinyuan said with a smile.
Zhao Xiaojing was just wondering why Fatty liked to go around in circles to explain simple relationships in a complicated way. Fatty and Wen Xinyuan were making fun of her. After laughing for a while, she remembered what she was going to ask. "You just said you were waiting for Fatty to crush her this time. Could it be that the female apprentice who defeated Fatty is here this time too?"
"Of course she should! Fatty is waiting to avenge himself, how can she not come! Hey, which group is she in? Fatty, you must have seen her, right?" Wen Xinyuan enjoyed watching the fun.
The fat man glared at Wen Xinyuan and said nothing.
"What's her name, Yingying? Or Chunchun?" Wen Xinyuan continued to make trouble.
“Sister Zhao, don’t be fooled by some people jumping up and down here. In fact, he is the one who is doomed. After so many years of cooking, his second grandfather only dares to sell a few dishes, for fear that their reputation will be ruined by their unfilial descendants.” The fat man turned from defense to offense.
"That's because my second grandfather has high standards for food. I've only been learning cooking for more than a decade. How can I compare with him who has been cooking for fifty or sixty years? For some dishes, I don't have enough experience and skills. I just have to endure! For example, can you compare with your master grandfather or your master's grandfather?"
The fat man was not anxious, but Wen Xinyuan jumped up and down. Zhao Xiaojing smiled helplessly. No wonder he insisted on sitting in the middle. These two people were really enemies. They were too familiar with each other and they just hit each other wherever they wanted.