He can't!
He Zhou silently squeezed out these words through his teeth, his heart filled with resentment and anger. He was not her; he did not have a genius-like mind or astonishing talent that could easily make a satisfactory dish. He was just an apprentice who had been diligently training at Zhou's Restaurant for two months.
Even if he won some bullshit Rookie of the Year title, it was just the tallest among the short, not a general. He had been interviewed in magazines and could barely cook a few satisfactory dishes, but compared to her, he still felt like a piece of trash.
He can't do it!
These two people are clearly making things difficult for him!
However, He Jing repeated, word by word, "Third Brother, you can do it."
She didn't know how far he had progressed at Zhou's Restaurant, but based on the fact that he had earned praise in the industry in such a short time, she believed he could definitely succeed.
He Zhou stared intently into He Jing's eyes, as if his soul was about to be drawn into those clear pupils.
He saw himself reflected in He Jing's eyes, angry like a lion with its mane standing on end, looking very fierce, enough to scare He Xiaoguo to tears under normal circumstances.
But He Jing wasn't afraid. She just looked at him with a firm smile and said, "You can."
For some inexplicable reason, He Zhou's out-of-control emotions suddenly calmed down, and his ugly, man-eating face was pulled back to the edge of rage.
His gloom deepened, and he picked up the kitchen knife from the cutting board, finally calming down.
He Jing helped him select ingredients, saying carefully and gently, "Look, this shrimp is good. It just died, no more than two hours ago."
He Zhou looked down and discovered that the manager had mixed live and dead shrimp together. Several dying live shrimp were hiding in the pile of dead shrimp, struggling and dying due to prolonged lack of water.
He Zhou's mood improved slightly.
The freshness of the ingredients is directly related to the taste of the final dish; he would never actually use stale ingredients to cook.
The manager probably thought of this too, so he secretly did something wrong.
He Zhou then began to work.
He glanced at the kitchen counter and saw ready-made ingredients for pork belly: pork tenderloin, fresh pork fat, shrimp...
It just so happens that he researched and improved the version of hibiscus pork.
Without thinking too much, He Zhou made a decision, picked up a knife, and sliced the pork tenderloin into pieces.
He Jing watched quietly from the side, and seeing that He Zhou finally got into cooking, she gradually felt relieved.
An hour later, a plate of exquisite and piping hot hibiscus pork was ready. The golden-brown and crispy hibiscus pork was placed on a plate of green leafy vegetables, and the pork was drizzled with a bright red, thin, stringy sauce.
He Zhou served the hibiscus meat and placed it in front of Yu Tou and A Long. Yu Tou glanced at A Long, and A Long tapped his chopsticks before picking up a piece to taste.
The sweet and sour pork melts in your mouth, with a crispy outer shell encasing tender pork tenderloin. Inside, the pork tenderloin is infused with the rich aroma of thoroughly fried pork fat and the delicate freshness of shrimp. The combination of these three flavors creates a rich and layered taste. Add to that the sauce made from a mixture of rice wine and tomato sauce, and it has a unique flavor that elevates this pork dish to a whole new level.
He felt the oil bursting in his mouth, the salty and spicy flavor spreading between his teeth, and he felt completely captivated, wanting only to take another bite, unable to stop.
Seeing Ah Long's strange expression, Yu Tou picked up his chopsticks and ate a piece. After chewing it carefully, he nodded calmly and said, "It's alright."
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