Chapter 213 How Is It Different From a Salted Fish if You Don't Know How to Stir-Fry Vegetables?

Yang Ming said in his heart: "System, can I use two hidden mission rewards as a price in exchange for this cooking method?"

"Host, this is a test of your chef level, the system will not provide any help."

The system said seriously and seriously.

Well, since the system said so, Yang Ming had no choice but to roll up his sleeves and do it himself.

Although Yang Ming's chef level is just an entry level, he didn't find it difficult to stir-fry vegetables.

Yang Ming picked out the fresh vegetables picked today, washed them in cold water, and picked off the broken parts.

After filtering twice, Yang Ming put the firewood under the stove and started to heat the red iron pot.

When dark red patterns spread out under the black black pot, Yang Ming poured the oil along the edge of the black pot, and then used a shovel to rip the oil away, sticking a thin layer of oil to the bottom of the pot.

Until this time, the hot red bottom of the pot quickly heats up the oil, and a light oil fragrance permeates.

Taking advantage of this short interval, Yang Ming quickly crushed the garlic, washed the ginger, peeled and flattened it, and then poured them into the pot together.

Zila!

Crackling!

Because they still carried a little water on their bodies, as soon as they entered the red-hot black pot, they immediately erupted into fierce conflicts like sparks hitting the earth.

It can also be seen that the minced garlic on the bottom of the pot keeps moving up and down, and it has been stained with a yellow halo in just a moment.

What followed was a strong aroma of garlic mixed with ginger, which turned into a light smoke blowing towards the face.

It's too late, but it's fast.

Yang Ming picked up the basket containing the vegetables with one hand, and quickly poured them into the pot.

Crackling! Crackling!

Now, when the green vegetables with more water content are put into the pot, it seems that the pot is about to be fried, and there is a dense crisp sound like beans being sprinkled.

Yang Ming held the handle of the pot in one hand and the spatula in the other, and quickly started to stir fry.

The flames licked furiously under the pot, and the vegetables on the pot kept tumbling.

After stir frying several times, Yang Ming poured a bowl of water into it, then covered the pot, and waited for it to cook.

After a few minutes, a burst of steaming heat emerged from the inside and kept lifting the lid of the pot. Thick white smoke escaped from the gap, carrying the fragrance of vegetables mixed with garlic, filling the surrounding area.

Yang Ming lifted the lid of the pot, spooned a handful of salt into it, stir-fried again for a while, then poured the green vegetables onto the plate.

"Master Jidi, I'm done!"

Yang Ming put the fried vegetables on Chef Jidi's table.

I saw green vegetables sitting cross-legged quietly on the table, the green color looked very seductive, and accompanied by the steaming heat, a fresh fragrance permeated the air.

However.

Facing Yang Ming's work, Master Jidi didn't even glance at it, and had lunch with other chefs.

The dining table was filled with their freshly prepared lunch, which was dazzling, attractive in color and aroma.

Yang Ming's stir-fried vegetables are one of them, but like an isolated island in the city, no one cares about them.

silence.

Still silent!

No one went to see Yang Ming's cooking, let alone taste it, as if this plate of stir-fried vegetables was a pile of rubbish, and one glance would stain one's eyes.

"Master Jidi, you should give me a quasi-letter letter!"

Yang Ming felt very hurt and asked.

Master Jidi put down the chopsticks angrily, sighed slightly, raised his stern eyebrows, and put on a serious expression.

"Yang Ming, go back to where you came from."

"With your current cooking skills, you are not qualified to enter Yangquan Restaurant."

Boom!

Like a thunderbolt from the blue, Yang Minghong's inside and outside were scorched black!

Boom!

Yang Ming put his hands on the dining table, his face still in disbelief, "You haven't even eaten, how do you know I can't do it!"

Master Jidi looked at Yang Ming indifferently, pointed to his nose with one hand, and said calmly, "Because of the nose!"

"Your stir-fried vegetables are very standard, but you have overlooked one detail, and that is the smell."

"Do you think it's enough to put some minced garlic and sliced ​​ginger?"

"You are wrong, very wrong!"

"Even so, there is still a muddy smell in the fried vegetables that cannot be ignored!"

Boom!

Master Jidi's words, like a sharp arrow, pierced Yang Ming's heart fiercely!

Yang Ming didn't believe in evil, put his nose close to the green vegetables, and kept sniffing.

really!

Among the fragrance, there is really that smell of mud, if you don't distinguish it carefully, it's really hard to smell it.

But.

The chefs of many Yangquan restaurants present could smell this muddy smell from afar!

Their noses are so extraordinary!

"This is the strength of Yangquan Restaurant, the first store in Yangcheng?" Yang Ming felt in a daze and said in disbelief.

At this time.

A thin palm patted Yang Ming's shoulder.

Yang Ming was startled, and looked back with a calm expression on his face, it turned out to be the boy who wanted to trip him before.

With an unscrupulous face on his face, he shrugged and said, "You look so pitiful, do you want me to teach you?"

"However!" There was a cunning smile on the corner of his mouth, "You have to teach me the method of teleportation just now."

Yang Ming shook his head, "I really can't teach you that."

"That's it." The boy's big eyes turned straight, and suddenly he thought of an idea, "Then if you promise me to use your ability just now to help me do something, I will teach you how to pass the test."

"Ahem!" Master Jidi glanced at the boy, "Siro, I'm still here!"

Shiro looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, "What are you afraid of, anyway, I just told him the reason."

"Didn't the little master master be cheated by you in the same way back then!"

"Ahem!"

When Shiro mentioned Xiaodangjia, everyone coughed and felt a little embarrassed.

After all, the young head was too dazzling back then, so that the light of all the chefs was covered by him.

Unfortunately, since a year ago, there has been no news of Xiaodangjia. Only his apprentice Shiro returned to Yangquan Restaurant, but kept silent about Xiaodangjia's whereabouts.

Yang Ming thought about it for a while, and he didn't lose anything anyway, "Well, as long as you don't do things that violate my principles, I will help you."

"Then, deal!" Shiro laughed, like a little fox, with a cunning flash in his eyes.

Afterwards, Shiro talked about the smell of mud in the green vegetables.

"These vegetables are usually irrigated by water from the Pearl River."

"The place where the Pearl River flows is mostly red acidic soil, and it carries a lot of soil along the way."

"Therefore, no matter how much you wash these vegetables with clean water, or remove them with minced garlic and ginger slices, there will still be a muddy smell inside."

Shiro shrugged, looking helpless, "Sorry, I can only tell you this, otherwise I will be taught by Master Jidi."

Yang Ming's expression was rather dignified, "Since that's the case, how did the chefs at Yangquan Restaurant get rid of the fishy smell?"

"If others can do it, so can I!"

Yang Ming clenched his fists and cheered himself up.