Chapter 1291

Yang Ming left the kitchen and walked straight out without stopping. Luo Junsheng caught up with him: "Master Yang Ming, please stay."

Yang Ming stopped, looked back at him, and said in a cold tone: "Do you want to learn?"

Luo Junsheng's face showed some embarrassment: "I was offended just now, please sit down and speak slowly."

Yang Ming waved his hand: "You don't have to explain slowly. If you want to learn, just say it clearly. I will list the twenty recipes for you as soon as possible. You can think about it yourself. You can list the ones you want to learn and cross out the ones you don't want to learn. "

Luo Junsheng said: "I'll learn. Can you promise to teach me everything?"

Yang Ming said: "I can only promise to teach you how to do it, but the extent to which you can understand it depends on your own talent. If you have the ability, you can learn it at 100%. If you don't, it may be 20% or 30%. In general, cooking is not a one-stop test. You can learn it only by trying it over and over again.”

"Then, can I learn a few things first? I won't learn so much all at once." Luo Junsheng thought that it would be painful to take out one hundred thousand yuan at a time.

Yang Ming said: "I will teach you one dish and charge you for one dish. I will only teach you twenty dishes at most."

Luo Junsheng nodded: "Okay!"

Yang Ming said to Wang Xiaoming: "Let's go."

Wang Xiaoming trotted to follow him, his eyes filled with admiration: "Yang Ming, Yang Ming, I want you to be my teacher, you teach me."

Yang Ming stopped and turned to look at him: "Want to learn?"

Wang Xiaoming nodded fiercely: "I think." The carrot shreds just now are really more delicious than delicacies from the mountains and seas. How could he make them so delicious!

"My tuition is valuable." Yang Ming's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning.

Wang Xiaoming was embarrassed: "Do I also have to charge tuition?"

Yang Ming said: "You don't need to pay."

"Then what?"

Yang Ming said: "I can't remember what tuition fee to charge. I'll remember it first and collect it later."

Wang Xiaoming bared his teeth: "I can afford the tuition."

"Of course." Yang Ming turned around and raised the corners of his mouth.

Wang Xiaoming thought about the few shredded carrots he had just eaten. They were so delicious, but he couldn't get enough of them: "Yang Ming, let's eat carrots tomorrow too. You can make them for us at noon tomorrow."

Yang Ming said: "I'll teach you and you can do it yourself."

Wang Xiaoming took a few steps and said, "You also know my knife skills. I'm afraid I won't be able to see when I cut it out."

"As long as you can eat, you will be good if you practice more." Yang Ming is such a vigorous and resolute master that he started teaching so quickly.

Wang Xiaoming couldn't forget about fried carrot shreds. At night, he dreamed that he had fried delicious carrot shreds. Even Wang Bing, who didn't like carrots the most, even ate it and shouted for more.

When making breakfast the next morning, he asked Yang Ming to teach him how to fry shredded carrots. Although Wang Xiaoming is considered a chef, he has few opportunities to cook. Apart from his own home-cooked dishes, he really has no chance to cook. Therefore, his knife skills are very average and the carrots he cuts are unevenly thick.

Yang Ming couldn't stand it, so he walked over, took the knife from his hand, and demonstrated to him: "The knife is stable when you hold it like this."

Wang Xiaoming came over and gave it a try. Yang Ming said: "Don't move." Then he stretched out his hand, took Wang Xiaoming's finger and corrected his movements, "Try this."

Wang Xiaoming only felt that a current was transmitted from Yang Ming's fingers to his heart, and then his scalp was numb. He almost threw away the knife: "Why is there electricity in your hand!"

Yang Ming looked at his hand: "No."

Wang Xiaoming guessed that it was the effect of static electricity, but he forgot that his hands were wet. It is impossible to generate static electricity with this level of wetness. He concentrated on cutting the radishes. He was a little uncomfortable at first, but it was indeed the best way to cut vegetables. This way the knife was stable. After cutting a few more times, he found that the radish slices were indeed much more even.

Yang Ming twisted his right fingers subconsciously and looked at Wang Xiaoming thoughtfully, his eyes a little deep.

Wang Xiaoming cut the vegetables, brushed the pan and put in oil. Yang Ming said: "Put in more oil to cover the carrots, use low heat, wait until the oil reaches 30% heat, then add shredded carrots to pull the oil. The oil pulling time is 15 seconds."

"What is 30% hot?" Wang Xiaoming is not very good at distinguishing this.

"The oil is hot, but not to the point of smoking. You put the oil in first, I tell you. The purpose of pulling the oil is to remove the peculiar smell in the carrots. If the oil is too hot, the carrots will turn black easily. If the time is too short, the smell will not be removed. If the time is too long, the carrots will not be crispy. This degree must be mastered." Yang Ming is a qualified teacher and explained in detail.

Under Yang Ming's guidance, Wang Xiaoming began to fry shredded carrots. Despite the guidance of the master, he was still a little confused the first time. When the carrots were finally taken out of the pan, due to the slow speed, the carrots were not as crispy as Yang Ming's, but there were already a few. After comparing the taste, Wang Xiaoming felt quite satisfied.

When the dishes were served, Wang Bing pouted: "I won't eat this."

Wang Xiaoming put a shredded carrot to Wang Bing's mouth: "Try it, Uncle made it himself, the taste is different from usual."

Wang Bing gritted his teeth and ate one, nodded: "Yes, it's delicious." He took the initiative to use his chopsticks to pick up shredded carrots.

Wang Xiaoming had been busy all morning. When he heard his nephew's words, he immediately felt that it was worth it. He smiled at Yang Ming and said, "I can do it too."

Yang Ming had a little smile in his eyes: "Just do more."

"Yes, Master, I will definitely work hard." Wang Xiaoming smiled.

Yang Ming looked at the playful and smiling Wang Xiaoming and felt that he finally had the liveliness of a young man.

Yang Ming quickly made a menu of twenty dishes, half of which were home-cooked dishes and half of which were more difficult famous dishes. He handed the menu to Luo Junsheng. As expected, Luo Junsheng chose more difficult dishes. He probably felt that since he spent a lot of money to learn how to cook, he must get value for money, and learning difficult dishes would be more cost-effective.

Yang Ming didn't tell him anything. Although home-cooked food didn't seem worth learning, the Luo family ran a small restaurant, and people weren't willing to eat particularly high-end dishes. Home-cooked food was the most popular, and Home-cooked meals are the easiest to prepare, and you still rely on them to make money. When the time comes, Luo Junsheng realizes that learning difficult dishes is not of much use, so he will naturally ask for a home-cooked meal, and he will wait to collect the tuition fees.

Yang Ming's teaching hours are from 8:00 to 10:30 in the morning, and then everyone has to go about their business. Wang Xiaoming originally planned to go to class, but he couldn't make it at the time Yang Ming chose. He had to buy groceries in the morning, wash and prepare vegetables, and couldn't spare any time. Moreover, Yang Ming does not seem to be planning to teach Wang Xiaoming how to cook now. He mainly teaches him how to make snacks when he goes out to the stall. Wang Xiaoming has a good understanding and masters the characteristics of heat and food very quickly, and the snacks are also made in a decent way. .

Wang Xiaoming still couldn't help but be curious. He asked Yang Ming: "What are you teaching Brother Sheng to cook now?"