Relying on the system of criticizing people to become a god in farming literature

Under everyone's curious gaze, Cheng Yao picked up the kitchen knife placed aside and began to process the fish in front of her.

This fish has been processed in advance. The internal organs have been taken out and the belly of the fish has been washed. It looks clean without a trace of dirt.

The fish with its scales shaved off was a bit slippery in my hand. In order to prevent it from slipping away, I could only hold it weakly.

Everyone held their breath, and their eyes involuntarily gathered in one place.

An ordinary kitchen knife played different tricks in Cheng Yao's hands.

His superb knife skills attracted the attention of everyone present.

With a flick of her wrist, a fish was completely transformed by her.

Start with the tail of the fish and move down from the head of the fish at an even speed.

The force is controlled just right, neither deep nor shallow, and does not damage the deepest texture of the fish meat at all.

Cheng Yao picked up the fish tail and shook it slightly. The original fish cleverly transformed into a layered pink lotus in her hands.

The whole process is smooth, clean and pleasing to the eye.

I thought that when we got here, the fish would be almost processed.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yao had no intention of stopping.

"Hey, what are you planning to do?"

Someone in the crowd asked a question, but Cheng Yao couldn't stop answering him.

Continuous action is the best answer.

I don’t know when, Yang Qiuming, the owner of Huanxi Building, also blended into the crowd.

Although he didn't believe that Fuchun Restaurant could cause any disturbance, the news that kept coming from outside also made him a little curious.

He also wanted to come and see what this person who had the courage to perform cooking skills on the street would look like?
  However, when he arrived at the scene and saw only a young girl, he immediately wanted to leave.

He even laughed at himself in his heart. At such an old age, he would still be tricked by such a little trick. It really shouldn't happen.

But later, after he heard what Cheng Yao said, he became a little more interested.

He stood still again and continued to look.

It wasn't until Cheng Yao officially took action that Yang Qiuming's expression changed substantially.

This technique! He doesn't look like he's just starting out, but looks like a senior chef who has been in the kitchen for many years.

Cheng Yao picked up the scissors and made a few neat cuts, turning the smooth petals on the fish into fine threads.

A beautiful lotus was "destroyed" not long after it bloomed, and the people below couldn't help but sigh.

"Why should such a beautiful design be destroyed? What a pity."

"That's right. Besides, if the fish is so tender and trimmed so finely, won't it fall apart after a while in the pot?"

"Maybe she was planning to make fish mince porridge, but if she was making porridge, why didn't she just chop it into pieces at first?"

Everyone was talking a lot, obviously confused about the dishes Cheng Yao was going to cook.

Yang Qiuming closed her lips tightly and said nothing, only staring at Cheng Yao's hand seriously.

Cheng Yao could naturally hear the commotion outside clearly, but she just smiled mysteriously and continued to do her own thing.

She put the processed fish aside, and then began to prepare the next ingredients.

Mix eggs, flour, and water starch together into a bowl of golden batter.

Yang Qiuming has been in the kitchen for so many years and knows that although Cheng Yao's move seems casual, the secret behind it is unknown to ordinary people.    The ratio of each seasoning has reached a terrifying level.

After the batter for auxiliary frying was prepared, Cheng Yao grabbed the fish head with one hand and the fish tail with the other.

Coat every part of the fish evenly with batter to ensure consistency.

Then shake it a few more times until the excess batter falls back into the bowl, and then put it into the hot oil pan.

The fat separates the sticky fish meat, and the fish meat spreads out regularly.

When the time is right, he lifts the fish tail upward again so that the fish meat moves closer to the head.

It didn’t take long for the fish to stand upright, looking like a furry lion at first glance.

The hot oil is rolling in the oil pan, and you can feel the terrifying high temperature even from a distance.

At some point, Yang Qiuming silently moved to the front of the team.

After seeing the movements of Cheng Yao's hands, he couldn't help but take a breath and murmured to himself.

"This little girl is very skilled. The temperature of this oil is so high. If you don't know how to use it properly, you can easily burn your skin."

"Whether it rains early or late will have a big impact on the fish. If the fish shreds are thrown into the oil pan before they are formed, the dish will be useless."

"I didn't expect that I really underestimated her..."

Cheng Yao had a calm look from beginning to end. Although she was not very old, she gave people the feeling of being an outsider for no reason.

Especially her skillful movements always make people unconsciously ignore her age.

It wasn't until the fish was completely fried to golden brown that Cheng Yao took it out of the pot and put it on a delicate porcelain plate.

Then, she opened another pot and started preparing the seasoning.

First crush the key limes and tomatoes, which are the soul of this dish and can provide a sweet and sour taste and a fresh fruity aroma.

A perfect dish requires both color and flavor, and all are indispensable.

Cheng Yao then put in the required seasonings in order and cooked until a thick sweet and sour sauce.

The last step is to thicken the starch and pour it on the freshly fried fluffy fish meat, and a sweet and sour lionfish dish is ready.

The umami flavor of the fish itself is superimposed with the aroma of oil, which combines the right sour and sweet feeling.

When paired with each other, it's like hot water pouring into a pan of oil, it boils all of a sudden!
  Suddenly, there was a gasp in the crowd, and people used their keenest sense of smell to catch the fragrance wandering in the air.

"It smells so good! And the smell is so magical that it can make people get better and better the more they smell it, without feeling tired at all."

"Yes! It's refreshing and refreshing, but it also has the aroma of meat. My saliva has started to flow down unconsciously!"

"Good guy, this little girl is really good. I don't know about others, but I really want to give it a try."

……

Some people were even speechless, for fear of drooling when they opened their mouths.

Yang Qiuming closed his eyes and carefully felt the fragrance floating in the air.

Why? Obviously he watched the entire demonstration, but he was not sure that he could reproduce this dish [-]%.

This has never happened before in his cooking career.

Yang Qiuming felt frustrated for the first time, and Cheng Yao, who had brought all this, was watching the crowd's reaction from a high position.

It was as if to her, everything she was seeing had been expected.