She can't, but the mall can!
The store sells cookbooks; just search for them and you'll find them! You won't have trouble knowing how to cook.
Zhang Laifu looked at Jiang Wanwan with delight and said affectionately, "Niece, it's alright if you don't know how to cook. I have a cook in the kitchen, you can go and tell him how to cook it. Don't worry, I'll pay you."
"Forget about the money, consider it repayment for Uncle Laifu's help today," Jiang Wanwan said with a smile.
Afterwards, Zhang Laifu led Jiang Wanwan and the other two to the kitchen.
The kitchen of Laifu Restaurant is very large, with all kinds of ingredients and cooking utensils displayed on the cutting board.
At this time, there were two cooks in the kitchen, both middle-aged men with sturdy builds.
"Manager, what brings you to the kitchen? Is there something you need?" A slightly older middle-aged man stepped forward and asked.
Then, he looked at Jiang Wanwan and the others, "Why are you all in the kitchen?"
Zhang Laifu said with a smile, "Fugui, this is my eldest niece, Jiang Wanwan. After she tried the sweet and sour pork ribs, she felt that the taste was not right. So, I invited her to give me some advice on how to improve the dish."
Li Fugui was also a humble and eager learner. He always wanted to use his own abilities to revive Laifu Restaurant and even surpass Laixiang Restaurant.
But things didn't go as planned. No matter how much he tried to come up with new dishes or improve their flavors, the restaurant's business plummeted.
Therefore, he was overjoyed to hear that someone could teach him how to cook.
However, when he learned that the person instructing him on how to cook was a little girl of eleven or twelve, he couldn't help but become suspicious.
"she?"
“Yes, don’t underestimate Miss Wan just because she’s young. She knows a lot and is very clever.” Zhang Dakang, who was standing next to her, couldn’t help but defend Jiang Wanwan.
Jiang Wanwan smiled but remained silent, offering no rebuttal to Li Fugui's question. Instead, she asked him, "Uncle Fugui, did you blanch the ribs before putting them in the oil...?"
The young girl recited the exact order of making the dish, and Li Fugui was taken aback. The doubt in his eyes vanished, and he bowed respectfully, saying, "It was my fault for being so blind. I didn't know that Miss Wan was also an expert. Please guide me, Miss Wan. I will be eternally grateful."
Jiang Wanwan waved her hand and said modestly, "No problem, no problem."
In fact, she secretly wiped a bead of sweat from her brow.
What a close call! By sheer luck, I guessed how Li Fugui made this dish based on my own experience.
Zhang Laifu's smile widened; he felt that his nearly bankrupt restaurant finally had a glimmer of hope. "In that case, please give me some pointers, Miss Wan."
Jiang Wanwan nodded and readily agreed, "Then let's go."
As she spoke, she switched the floating panel in front of her to the online store page, and then typed "recipes" into the search bar.
Instantly, all sorts of recipes appeared in the store.
Jiang Wanwan randomly opened one of the cookbooks and found the recipe for sweet and sour pork ribs.
Li Fugui was already standing on the stove, looking at Jiang Wanwan with eager anticipation. "Miss Wan, what should be the first step?"
"Put the ribs in cold water, add scallions, ginger, and cooking wine to remove the fishy smell," Jiang Wanwan read from the recipe.
Li Fugui nodded and did as he was told.
The ribs were already in the pot of cold water. Jiang Wanwan glanced at the ingredients on the cutting board and asked, "Uncle Fugui, what kind of seasonings do you have here?"
"Sugar, vinegar, salt, soybean paste, fermented black beans..."
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