Chapter 27 Luo Feng’s Understanding, the Finishing Touch

Back kitchen.

Sanji suddenly started to cook as if he had taken stimulants.

This immediately attracted the attention of others.

"Hey, Sanji, did you take the wrong medicine today? Why are you so excited?"

A chef put down his work and looked over.

However, Sanji didn't hear what the man was saying at all, but concentrated on cooking.

Soon, this situation attracted more and more people's attention.

"Huh? Why do we do this here? Sanji, this is obviously not our recipe, right? Are you crazy?"

"If the food is not delicious, the reputation of our sea restaurant will be greatly reduced. When the old man gets angry, he will definitely beat you to death!"

"Hey, it seems that you put a little too much salt. Will this ruin the taste?"

"Wait, why put so little soup? Won't the meat taste dry?"

"Damn, this kid doesn't seem to be listening to what we are saying."

The chefs in the entire kitchen were attracted by Sanji's abnormal behavior.

However, when they saw the way he cooked, they shook their heads.

With their chefs' intuition, they determined that it would not be delicious if they did it this way.

But Sanji was like a demon today.

He did not listen to them at all.

He insisted on doing it his own way.

"It's over. The reputation of our restaurant will be ruined by this kid."

"I don't know what's wrong with you today."

"We know you want to innovate the recipe, but if you try it rashly, it will not only waste ingredients, but also drive away customers."

Finally, Sanji finished the last dish.

He served it on a plate.

He rushed out of the kitchen without even looking at the other chefs.

"Damn, this kid..."

The chefs were all angry.

One curiously scooped a little soup base from the pot with a fork and tasted it.

"Oh my god! This taste!"

The person next to him glanced at him, "Is it so unpalatable?"

"No! This taste is simply amazing!"

"What? Impossible!"

Hearing this, the other chefs tasted the soup base one after another.

The result.

"Tsk! This taste is soft in the mouth, and the umami taste and the original taste of the sea king have reached a perfect balance. The two complement each other, it's like being in heaven!"

"Wow... I originally thought that such a perfect dish could not exist in this world, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect... I was so lucky to taste it!"

"Ah! This probably requires a perfect balance between the heat, the proportion of spices, and the taste of the ingredients themselves to make such a delicious dish?"

"How did Sanji do it?"

"He didn't seem to do it casually, but he seemed to be confident, as if he had known that this would produce such a taste!"

"Damn, there were several dishes just now, I'm so curious about their taste!"

"Let's go out and take a look, maybe we can taste the bottom of the plate."

So, a group of people walked out of the kitchen in a mighty manner, and they didn't cook anymore.

They just wanted to taste the dishes made by Sanji.

Soon, the consequence of this behavior was that most of the dishes ordered by the guests were not served.

Someone quickly found Red Foot Zhefu to complain.

"What? The chefs are on strike?"

Zhefu's face turned cold.

This restaurant is his dream, his career, and everything to him.

It must not be ruined by lazy chefs.

"Let's go! I'll make the decision for you! If the chefs really don't want to work anymore and leave, I'll cook for you myself!"

"And all the dishes today are free for you!"

Just when Zhefu and a group of indignant guests rushed to the restaurant.

But suddenly they saw a group of people gathered at a table, not knowing what they were doing.

And among this group of people, in addition to the "striking" chefs, there were actually guests.

Seeing this scene.

Zhefu's face moved slightly, and he hurried over.

Just as he approached, a voice of comments came from the middle of the circle of people.

"Well... But you have improved a lot with this stir-fried shredded pork with sea urchin."

"The previous inventor of the recipe obviously had a light taste and put too little salt. You put a little more salt this time, and the fresh taste came out."

Hearing this, Zhefu's face froze.

Because this dish was invented by him!

It is even one of his most proud dishes.

He often stir-fries it for Sanji and others.

"Is my taste really that light?"

Zhefu began to reflect on himself at this time. This is the quality that an excellent chef should have.

Only by constantly reflecting on yourself and improving recipes and cooking skills can you make truly delicious food.

At this time, Zhefu recalled the evaluation of Sanji when he drank his seafood soup.

"Old man, you put too little salt."

"Stupid, what do you know? The essence of seafood soup is freshness. If you put too much salt, it will cover up the freshness!"

"But... can't salt enhance the freshness?"

"What? You can't even cut potato shreds properly, and you dare to question me?"

"Oh..."

At this time, Zhefu's face changed suddenly.

Pushing through the crowd.

I suddenly saw a young man sitting at the table, tasting the dishes.

Next to him was Sanji, who was holding a notebook and a pencil, and was recording something very seriously.

"Well... this seafood fried rice..."

At this time, Luo Feng scooped a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth and tasted it carefully.

"Too much oil, although oil can make fried rice more fragrant, too much will make it greasy. You know, many people eat very light food..."

Luo Feng talked freely, tasting one dish after another.

Sanji was taking notes very seriously.

The chefs next to him also nodded silently, or shook their heads.

They looked like they were learning.

"This..."

Zhefu was speechless. These guys were usually very arrogant.

I didn't expect that they would become so studious now.

But he himself soon immersed himself in Luo Feng's lecture.

Suddenly, Luo Feng stopped.

Everyone looked unsatisfied, and looked at him curiously, wondering why he stopped.

"Uh... burp~"

Luo Feng burped in an unceremonious manner, "I'm full."

Everyone:...

I'm stunned!!!

Good guy, he ate all the dishes on the table by himself!

How could he not be full!

And before that, he had already finished the whole table!

This appetite is already amazing, probably equivalent to the appetite of seven or eight ordinary people!

He can eat a lot!

"Young man, I think you have a talent to be a chef, no! I should say that you have the best understanding of food that I have ever seen in my life!"

At this time, Zhefu said to Luo Feng with a heart of love for talent.

"Great, with this young man as a chef, we can all eat delicious food in the future."

Everyone around him got excited.

How can life be without delicious food?

However...

"Sorry, I'm just an adventurer," Luo Feng refused directly.

"Besides, I'm not a gourmet. I just know a little bit and made some slight improvements to the recipes based on my own understanding."

What does it mean to know a little bit?

Everyone was dizzy.

If this is called knowing a little bit, then the food they made is simply rubbish!

Some people who have eaten the food on Luo Feng's table turned back to eat the food made by other chefs.

It's just tasteless!

"No! Young man, you can't leave!"

"Yes, stay and be a chef!"

"The East China Sea can't live without you, just like the West can't live without Jerusalem!"