Chapter 1292

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?"

"Chicken jelly and sea cucumber."

Wang Xiaoming said: "It sounds very high-end."

Yang Ming said lightly: "Just so so."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the expression on Yang Ming's face carefully, and after a while he said, "Have you ever thought about it, your family's conditions should be very good."

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows: "Why do you see that?"

"You probably think that shark fins and bird's nests are very common, right?"

Yang Ming said: "I must have been a chef. To me, shark's fin and bird's nest are just an ingredient. In the eyes of a chef, any ingredient is edible, and there is no distinction between high and low."

Wang Xiaoming smiled, showing two pointed little tiger teeth: "I wish I could be a cool and awesome chef like you."

Yang Ming looked at him and said, "Of course."

Wang Xiaoming heard his understatement and felt that as long as he relied on his own efforts, there was nothing he couldn't achieve.

Yang Ming planned to make claypot rice, and he didn't just talk about it. After receiving the first tuition payment from Luo Junsheng, he took Wang Xiaoming across the sea to purchase equipment, from the claypot to every casserole. He carefully selected them. It doesn't matter if they are expensive, but the important thing is that the materials are good.

Wang Xiaoming discovered that probably every chef is obsessed with perfection in tools, containers and ingredients. This can be seen from Yang Ming's attitude in choosing casseroles. Every casserole must be touched with his own hands to ensure that the inner glaze is even and smooth.

After buying the pot stove, Yang Ming went to buy silk rice. He insisted on the late rice silk rice produced this year. If not, he didn't want it. That afternoon, they spent a lot of time shopping, and it wasn't until it was almost dark that they arranged everything and returned to the island.

Wang Xiaoming was worried about whether he could set up a stall to do business at night. The oysters had not been processed yet and he didn’t know if they would be bad tomorrow. There were also customers. He didn’t set up the stall today and didn’t say hello. He didn’t know if they would be waiting.

As soon as they arrived at the pier, they heard an acquaintance say: "Xiao Ming, you are still here. Many people are waiting to come to your house to eat oysters."

Wang Xiaoming said with a smile: "I'm going shopping. I'll be there soon." As he said that, he moved the things off the ferry, loaded them on the tricycle, and took them home. There were a lot of things. He bought two of them just for the stove. The truck had just been pulled, and after all this work, I rushed to set up a stall to sell oysters. I didn’t need to sell other things, but the oysters were fresh and had to be disposed of as soon as possible.

When Wang Xiaoming's tricycle appeared on the street, the diners who were eating all breathed a sigh of relief: "The boss is finally here. I thought that my special trip was going to be in vain. Let's take a walk and go to his house for barbecue."

Wang Xiaoming and Yang Ming quickly set up the stall. Before the fire was lit here, the customers there spontaneously occupied seats, and it was quickly filled up.

Wang Xiaoming and Yang Ming divided the work and cooperated. One made the fire and the other mixed the ingredients. It wasn't until the fire was lit that Wang Xiaoming found time to go to the table and order food. While memorizing the menu, he listened to the complaints from the guests and kept smiling and apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we don't have enough people and we are too busy. We bought casseroles in the afternoon and are going to sell claypot rice tomorrow. Chef Yang Ming Cook it with your own hands, and if you have time, please come over tomorrow to support me."

"Will there be clay pot rice tomorrow?" The people at the table next to him raised their ears and listened to the conversation between Wang Xiaoming and the guests.

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Yes, I'm going to do that today. The casseroles and rice are all selected by Master Yang Ming himself. They are definitely the best. We will know if they taste good tomorrow."

"Then I will definitely come over to eat tomorrow."

"Boss, you are tempting me again. I originally planned to eat your barbecue today and go back tomorrow morning. Do I have to stay for another half day?"

"The products produced by Master Yang Ming are definitely trustworthy. With such a good opportunity, you must try it first."

Wang Xiaoming's food stall has become famous through word of mouth. Many people come here to eat barbecue and oyster bake. Nowadays, people's living conditions are better. Eating is not only to satisfy the hunger, but also to satisfy the taste of the tongue. Wherever there is delicious food, those gourmets can smell it from thousands of miles away. Of course, this is also thanks to the convenient information age. Many people from the county and city come to their stall to eat barbecue, because it is considered a tourist attraction and they can have fun while eating delicious food, so why not.

As soon as the news spread that Wang's stall was going to launch claypot rice, many fans of Yu's delicious food knew about it, and many of them even planned to make a special trip to have their first meal of claypot rice. Even Wang Xiaoming doesn’t know this.

After finishing their work for the day, Wang Xiaoming and Yang Ming went back and started to work. They were busy washing the casseroles and bought dozens of pots, all of which had to be washed. When washing the pot, Wang Xiaoming thought that washing the pot would be a big project in the future, with dozens of mouths. This casserole is different from ordinary bowls. The bottom of the pot will have casserole stuck to it, and it will take a long time to soak it before brushing it clean. As a boss, I have hired help, but I will be reduced to a dishwasher. Is there anything more miserable than this? When will I be able to afford a dishwasher?

Will he really be able to open a restaurant like Yang Ming said in the future? Then he can hire a dishwasher. Wang Xiaoming had a sweet dream while washing the pots.

The next day, Yang Ming did not teach Luo Junsheng and asked Luo Junsheng to practice on his own. He was a teacher with expensive tuition, high craftsmanship, a bad temper, and was difficult to take care of. He said there would be no class today, and Luo Junsheng did not dare to say anything. Originally, cooking was different from studying. The master led me in and the practice was up to the individual. However, in this way, the learning progress was slowed down. Yang Ming was not in a hurry. It was Luo Junsheng who should be anxious anyway.

Luo Junsheng is not a particularly talented chef, and he can only get two or three points for his cooking. He feels that learning is not worth it, but it is even less worth it if you don't learn. If you don't improve your cooking skills, you won't be able to attract customers. What's even more depressing is that when the newly learned dishes are introduced, few people order them. The reason is that they are too expensive. A small restaurant sells dishes from a five-star hotel. How many of them know how to eat them?

Luo Junsheng learned two difficult dishes, and finally realized that he had entered a misunderstanding, so he considered whether to learn how to cook from Yang Ming. While he was hesitating, Wang Xiaoming's claypot rice had already become an instant hit.

Yang Ming is definitely a genius in cooking. A good chef is not only able to prepare a Manchu-Han banquet, but more importantly, he can make the most ordinary home-cooked meals fragrant and memorable.