Global Food Tour

Chapter 159 A bowl of water for the finishing touch! 【Third update】

Seeing the artwork slowly taking shape, nothing but excitement on Harry's face was admiration.

"It's great, it's great. It's said that a good cook is also an artist. Now that I've just set up the skeleton, I can imagine that magnificent scene." Uncle Harry praised.

When Zhang Feng was about to reply happily, Uncle Harry said again: "Isn't this a waste of a lot of ingredients? This is not good."

When Uncle Harry asked this question, Zhang Feng almost suffered from internal injuries. As the Chinese cook who is the least willing to waste ingredients, he should be accused of wasting ingredients. Naturally, he had to put a pass on it, and said with a smile: "Uncle, why don't you Watch it, I promise someone will eat it all in the end."

"Ok?"

"Let's go, please help me."

"it is good."

The two of them went back to the kitchen and began to work clangingly. After Xu Jie came back, she came to the kitchen as soon as possible. When she saw Zhang Feng who was busy and enjoying herself, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. I don't worry at all that the outside world has turned me into charcoal.

"Zhang Feng."

"Ah? Old Xu, you're back, are you done?" Zhang Feng stopped what he was doing and asked.

Xu Jie nodded and said, "You don't look like you are under any pressure. Do you want me to tell you what the media outside has done to you?"

"No, I'm trying to break through my culinary skills and make a super shocking, dreamy food. Let them make noise outside. I'll let them hide and be afraid of them. We'll see it again in a few years." Zhang Feng seemed I had already anticipated what would happen later, and didn't care at all.

Seeing Zhang Feng's attitude, Xu Jie heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "What can I do for you?"

"You don't need to help, just rest for a while, and save your stomach for delicious food at night." Zhang Feng said.

"okay."

……

After Xu Jie left, Zhang Feng started the working mode again, handling the ingredients with more care, each ingredient was released to the maximum extent, while Harry stared at the fire, looking at the food in his hand from time to time. stopwatch.

"Is it really enough to rely on a pot of soup?"

"More than that, Uncle Harry cooks the soup first." Zhang Feng's mysterious look caused Harry to keep thinking about what this soup is for, drink it?There is nothing novel about it, but the portion is definitely enough for 60 people to drink.

After thinking for a while, Uncle Harry couldn't think of any clever cooking methods, so he had to give up.

Zhang Feng has subdivided the [-] servings of seafood ingredients. The only difficulty today is that after passing through the gallery from the hall, the food on the table cannot be cooled down. If it is cold, many flavors will be gone. After a failed dinner party, the "personal relationship" that Xu Jie and the Earl of Hebrew worked hard for is gone.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Feng made sure that everything was ready, from seasonings to various kitchen utensils. He also made contingency plans to deal with emergencies.

"Okay, no problem, now I'm going to make window containing Xiling Qianqiu snow, which is counted as a decorative dish." Zhang Feng looked at the bean curd that had been put in the water and had lost its beany smell.

Uncle Harry couldn't wait a long time ago. He just kept watching Zhang Feng preparing for the dinner, so he didn't speak. Now when Zhang Feng was about to make a move, he rubbed his hands together, showing a sense of urgency. He took a piece of tofu and put another bowl of water beside the table.

"Actually, this dish is very simple. It's just a test of knife skills. Uncle, take care of it." Zhang Feng held his breath, picked up a normal kitchen knife, and began to draw on the tofu with precision.

Uncle Harry may seldom cut tofu. After all, tofu is rarely used by Westerners, so he thought that Zhang Feng didn’t cut tofu at all, but he was embarrassed to say that he could only watch anxiously. About 2 minutes later, Zhang Feng Feng stopped to knife, looked up and saw Uncle Harry with a strange face, and then looked at the tofu he had cut, there was no change, he understood, but he didn't say anything, but smiled and put the cut tofu Shovel it up with a knife and slowly put it into the clear water beside it.

"Oh my God!"

Uncle Harry was amazed at the moment when the tofu cubes bloomed. Tofu, which is such a soft ingredient, can actually be cut into something as thick as a strand of hair. It is really shocking, at least in Uncle Harry's mind.

"Uncle, just eat it with the sauce. I'll make the sauce now. You'll be waiting a moment."

"It's okay, don't eat, don't eat, keep it, keep it, this is a work of art. I thought that we British people are the most particular about the placement of food on the plate, and the tableware is also exquisite. Now it seems that it is a piece of art. It's a joke." Uncle Harry was touched by the scene, especially the arrangement of the ingredients that Zhang Feng had prepared, which was really a work of art.

"Uncle, don't say that. The two cultures have long had different pursuits. They cannot be compared, and there is no need to compare them."

"You are busy with your work, I will take a look." Uncle Harry said with a smile, but the look of disappointment could not be concealed on his face.

Zhang Feng also knew how to persuade, so he kept his mouth shut. It took another half an hour to make the sauce, and he made a pot of sauce with a good color, fragrance, and light yellow sauce with fruit particles. It was very tempting. Uncle Harry dipped a little bit of tofu mixed with hair and put it in his mouth. The respect for the artwork on his face immediately transformed into the comfort of eating food.

"The tender tofu, paired with this magical sauce, has such a feeling of eating shredded seafood sauce. If you don't taste it carefully, the illusion will always be there. It is really amazing... The fruit is in season. When they burst out their unique smell...there is another, is...is it the smell of truffles?" Uncle Harry said with his eyes closed.

Zhang Feng nodded. He didn't expect that Uncle Harry would say a few more ingredients, so he didn't bother to talk too much. There was not enough time, so Zhang Feng started cooking the formal dishes for the dinner.

In the kitchen, the size of the flame was constantly switching, and various scents wafted out. Even if it was drawn outside by the hood, the whole manor slowly filled with a special smell, a scent that the public would not be disgusted with.

Xu Jie, who was chatting with Earl Hebrew in the study, suddenly put down the coffee in her hand, took a deep breath, and said to Earl Hebrew with a smile: "My lord, I think tonight's dinner will be very successful .”

The Earl of Hebrew also felt the strange fragrance in the air, nodded with a smile, and said, "My manor can add a lot of color again."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and continued to talk about the previous topic, but the content would be somewhat shocking to ordinary people.

At six o'clock in the evening, everything was ready, the meals were arranged, and everything was planned. Zhang Feng also changed his clothes and put on some Xu Jie's perfume to cover up the residual kitchen smell on his body. When I came to the gallery, I took Prince William and others to visit his works.

"... What everyone sees now is the photo of me chasing a lobster on the bottom of the sea in Sri Lanka. At that time..."

(End of this chapter)