Chapter 18 Chapter 18
What's wrong with this kid?
Wang Yongwang really wanted to shake Han Yang's head to see if the brain inside was different from others.
Han Yang is much more direct.
Without saying a word, he handed the plastic bag in his hand to his master.
"Master, try this! It's really delicious! I've never eaten anything like this before!"
Wang Yongwang is 40 years old this year. He worked in the capital in his early years and only returned to his hometown to develop in the past two years.
He has much more experience than Han Yang, a young boy.
Han Yang didn't know what curry was, but Wang Yongwang had seen it prepared and had even tasted it once.
It was precisely because of the New Year's Eve dinner that Wang Yongwang was even more surprised.
Is it possible that there is someone in their small city who can make curry?
He looked at He Tingting in surprise, and then he realized that she was a very young girl.
Generally, girls this young have rarely been out of the city. How did she know about this dish and where did she learn it?
Without time to think, Han Yang had already stuffed the rice into Wang Yongwang's mouth.
"You're rebelling."
Wang Yongwang only had time to say four words before he was so stunned by the taste that he was speechless.
When the tip of my tongue first touches the curry, I taste the slight sourness of tomatoes and the rich flavor of spices. The soup is thick enough to evenly coat each ingredient, yet it is delicate and not powdery, and there is no obvious graininess of the spices.
After just one bite, Wang Yongwang couldn't help but look sideways at the little girl.
This tasted a little different from the curry he remembered.
It has a bit more mellowness of vegetables and a delicate taste between the lips and teeth.
But it is undeniable that this bowl of rice is absolutely delicious, and it is even more amazing than the curry he had last time.
"How is it, Master? Is it delicious?"
Wang Yongwang pulled Han Yang aside and made way for the customers behind to buy food smoothly.
He savored the aftertaste on his tongue before answering.
“It’s really delicious.”
This sentence opened Han Yang's mouth.
"I've never had a stew like this before. Chef, what cuisine is this? Have you ever had anything like it before? Can you tell what spices are used in it?"
He asked several questions in one breath, making Wang Yongwang a little unsure which one to answer first.
So I simply didn't answer and just said what I thought.
"This is not a stew, this is a curry, a foreign dish that is made in many Asian countries."
Han Yang's eyes lit up when he heard this.
"Master, I also want to learn this dish. Please teach me when we get back!"
Wang Yongwang had only eaten it before and had never studied how it was made. He shook his head helplessly and said, "You really know how to give your master a hard time. I don't even know the recipe for this dish."
Even his chef can’t make this dish, but the stall owner can actually make it!
Han Yang looked at He Tingting again, his emotions were very complicated, and there was no longer the contempt in his eyes as when they first met.
"Hey! You're pretty awesome."
He Tingting was busy serving food to the guests. When she heard this, she just smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment."
Unexpectedly, Han Yang had the second half of the sentence.
"But I'm a professional chef, better than you."
His inexplicable desire to win sounded sudden to He Tingting, and she only replied perfunctorily, "Yes."
Her attitude made Han Yang a little unhappy.
It happened that a customer didn't want to try new dishes and bought a pumpkin stewed with potatoes. Han Yang immediately became excited when he saw it.
“I can’t beat you at foreign food, but I’m sure I’ll win at this.”
He said it with great confidence.
He Tingting ignored him completely, which made Han Yang feel frustrated.
Seeing this little apprentice who was like a firecracker fail miserably, the wrinkles between Wang Yongwang's brows finally relaxed.
He laughed and said, "That's enough. You're already grown up, and all you want to do all day is compare yourself with others."
Han Yang was still not convinced, so he simply paid more money and bought a bowl of pumpkin stewed potatoes rice.
Compared to curry, the soup of this dish is lighter.
It's more like soup rice than rice bowl.
The soft pumpkin still had its shape, but it had been cooked to perfection, like soft ice cream. It turned into mud when poked with chopsticks.
The potatoes also basically retain their lumps.
Wang Yongwang took a look before Han Yang and secretly praised the girl for her attention to detail.
The pumpkin and potatoes must be fried in oil in advance, otherwise the two things will completely fall apart and lose their original shape after being stewed for a long time.
He tasted the food with chopsticks and returned the rice to Han Yang.
"You still have a lot to learn, kid."
The taste is moderate and the aroma is rich. It is not easy to create this taste with only two kinds of vegetarian dishes.
Either she has studied cooking or she is a natural cooking genius.
Wang Yongwang looked and felt that He Tingting seemed to be the latter.
Nowadays, a master is like a teacher and a father. Working in the kitchen is hard and strenuous work, so there are not many masters who would accept female apprentices.
There is even less practice of teaching apprentices skills and then letting them set up street stalls.
After you have worked so hard to teach your apprentice, you should at least bring him to the restaurant to gain some experience. There is no reason to abandon him.
He was delighted to see the prey and felt a sense of cherishing talent.
If such a good talent is cultivated, he may be able to move up to a higher level and stand in a higher position than him in the future.
"Little girl, have you ever learned to cook from anyone?"
He Tingting took the time to reply, "No."
If she had to name a master, it would be the developed Internet thirty years later.
Han Yang, who was standing by, looked at his master's expression and heard these words, feeling very uncomfortable.
"Can her cooking be better than mine?"
He had never learned foreign cuisine and was willing to admit defeat, but what was so difficult about stewing potatoes with pumpkin? His master actually asked him to learn more.
He stuffed his mouth full of food in defiance.
The rice was soaked in the soup and was a little wet.
The soup is salty and fragrant. After careful tasting, you can taste the aroma of pumpkin and a slight sweetness.
As soon as the pumpkin enters the mouth, it turns into a paste, soft and soft, wrapping around the tip of the tongue. Only the part close to the skin needs to be chewed with teeth.
When you really chew it, the aroma of pumpkin is very obvious.
Han Yang was stunned for a moment and recalled the taste of his own cooking.
He has a bad temper and the more he recalls, the angrier he gets.
He puffed up his cheeks with anger and looked at He Tingting angrily.
Wang Yongwang hit the boy again, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Han Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Damn, how did you do it so awesome!"
Wang Yongwang thought he was going to curse, but he didn't expect him to say such a sentence.
He suppressed his laughter and rubbed Han Yang's head. "Okay, go back and practice more, and you can be this awesome in the future."
The master and disciple were in harmony, which caught the eye of Wang Qi who was watching from the outside.
Aren’t they here to cause trouble?
How come after scolding him, it turned into a praise meeting when it came to He Tingting?
Wang Qi felt unbalanced. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that these two people were hired by He Tingting specifically to disgust him.
Thinking of the three "bad" words that this kid said, the anger in his chest became even more difficult to suppress, and he couldn't help but rush forward.
"Hey! Boy, it's you! You were the one who came to mess with my stall just now, right?"
In order to appear fierce, Wang Qi deliberately picked up the bamboo pole at hand, looking as if he was going to fight with the master and his disciple.
Seeing this, Han Yang took two steps forward and stood in front of Wang Yongwang.
“It’s me!”
He dared to act and take responsibility, and when he said this, he showed no intention of bowing his head.
This made Wang Qi very angry.
"Who the hell do you think you are? You're here to be a judge. I'm going to teach you a lesson today on behalf of your mother. I'll let you know that you can't eat anything you want and you can't say anything you want."
Hearing his questioning, Han Yang couldn't bear it anymore.
"I'm a chef, so shouldn't I judge you?"
His proud look pierced Wang Qi's self-esteem.
What Wang Qi hated most in his life was people looking down on him.
Hearing Han Yang say this and looking at his arrogant look, I felt even more angry.
"What's wrong with being a chef? There are so many chefs in the world. A young apprentice who came from nowhere is judging others. You have such a big face. If you want to judge my cooking skills, you must be at least as good as your master!"
As soon as he said this, Wang Qi remembered that his master was here.
His mouth was like a machine gun, leaving no room for interruption.
"Speaking of which, your master can't be a good person to have a disciple like you. He's probably a half-witted person who usually bullies honest people like us to show off."
This machine-gun-like scolding attracted a lot of onlookers.
He Tingting's restaurant already had a lot of customers, and many of them bought meals directly and squatted on the roadside to eat while watching the fun.
As more people gathered, Wang Qi's vanity came into play and he cursed even more harshly.
"One or two people who haven't even touched the stove a few times are criticizing us who cook every day. They have such a thick face, I'm afraid even a bullet can't penetrate it."
"You've been showing off to your grandfather, today I'll show you what it means to be a three-generation pie-maker!"
He took out a pie and held it high to show everyone.
"This is our family's traditional craft, pork and mushroom pie. I want to see what you two can say about it."
Many of the people watching the fun had eaten this before and nodded secretly.
"Lao Wang's pork and mushroom pie is really delicious."
"Yes, I haven't eaten it for a long time. I miss it."
"You can't say this cake tastes bad, right? Let's see what the professionals have to say."
The bustling atmosphere attracted the busy pancake stall owner Lao Li.
He listened to what had happened and then stood on tiptoe to look inside.
This was a shocking sight. The person who was being scolded by Wang Qi looked so familiar.
He was startled and quickly squeezed into the crowd.
"Old Wang, please stop talking!"
Old Li pulled Wang Qi back a step and spoke in his ear.
"The guy across from me is the head chef of Baolai Restaurant. He's won awards in national competitions. You're walking into his trap!"
Wang Qi's expression changed immediately.
Such an old man is actually the head chef of Baolai?
Everyone knows Baolai Restaurant. It is big and prosperous, and the food there is famous for its deliciousness.
He actually scolded Baolai's head chef for not knowing how to cook and even asked people to comment on his pancakes.
Wang Qi's face turned pale, and he wished he could snatch back the piece of cake he had just handed to him.
It's too late.
I could only watch Wang Yongwang take a bite of the pie.
It never rains but it pours.
I don’t know which guest recognized Wang Yongwang, but at this juncture, he actually shouted loudly.
"Eh? Isn't this Baolai's chef? Chef Wang! Why are you here?"
Wang Qi's heart sank and his eyelids twitched violently.
broken.
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