Chapter 70 The Cook Who Killed the Salt Merchant

The soldiers were so full of grease from the pots of shiny red spicy crabs that exuded a strong aroma that their mouths were drooling, but that didn't stop them from flattering each other.

The ones being praised were not others, but Tang Zhen and his group and the Zerg, who were originally ugly and ferocious and whom they despised so much, but now they found them so attractive.

Listening to the soldiers' praises, Tang Zhen and the others, with satisfied and happy smiles on their faces, looked at Jian Yan who was tasting the spicy crab, and their expressions became nervous again.

After she finished the last bowl of spicy crab, Luoyang couldn't wait to ask, "How is it?"

"Have you tasted it?" Jian Yan asked slowly, wiping his hands instead of answering.

Tang Zhenxin sank down with a thud. He said anxiously, "I've tasted it."

"Relax, I won't scold you."

Then, Jian Yan asked with a smile, "Uncles, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Isn't this nonsense?

It must be the truth.

That’s what Tang Zhen and the others said.

Jian Yan said with a smile, "Since everyone wants to hear the truth, I'll just tell you straight away.

They all did a good job...”

Tang Zhen and the others smiled happily when they heard the news. After all, they had been chefs for so many years, and the fact proved that their work was not in vain.

Look, I succeeded in making spicy crab for the first time.

This is really something to be happy about.

Jian Yan paused slightly, looking at the smiling people and the blond-haired and blue-eyed Qiao Xi who waved his hands happily, and instantly restrained the smile on his face and said coldly, "Very proud, right?

I haven't finished speaking yet, it's too early for you to be happy.

The spicy crab was good, at least the numbness and spiciness were prominent, but it was only good.

Maybe he learned some cooking skills in a fly restaurant but hasn't reached the level of a master chef yet. It's okay for people who don't have high requirements for food, but it has many shortcomings for gourmets.

"Who made this?" he asked briefly, pointing to the first empty bowl.

"I." Luoyang took a step forward, the smile on his face replaced by uneasiness.

"Have you tried it?"

"Um."

"What about mine?"

"I tasted it too."

"Uncle Luo, what do you think is the difference between what you did and what I did?"

Luoyang was silent for two seconds, then hesitated and said, "Maybe... mine is a little salty?"

As a chef, even if he cannot be compared with those famous chefs, Jian Yan has absolute confidence in his professional field.

So she didn't give Luoyang any face, but said sharply, "It's not just a little salty, it's so salty that you can beat the salt dealer to death.

Uncle Luo, I remember I told you clearly when I made it that the essence of spicy crab is its spicy, fresh and fragrant taste.

You can add seasoning, but in moderation. Remember, too much is as bad as too little.

In addition, your spicy crab is not only salty, but also not cooked properly. The meat has no flavor at all, and all the flavor is just on the surface.

If I were to give a grade, your crab dish wouldn't even get a passing grade."

Luoyang looked at Jian Yan thoughtfully, "It's a bit difficult to control the heat and seasoning."

No, to be precise, it is very difficult to grasp. He has no idea when to use high heat, medium heat or low heat.

The same goes for seasoning.

I clearly added the amount according to Jian Yan's instructions, but my brain and hands seemed to have self-awareness and always felt that it was too bland, and I needed to add some more salt to make the taste perfect.

So, as you add more and more, it becomes salty.

He also became the cook who killed the salt merchant.

"Is there an exact amount and time for this?"

Jian Yan was stunned, and then said with a smile, "Uncle Luo, what are you thinking about? How can we get the exact amount and time?

(End of this chapter)