The Invincible God of Cooking

“The Heart of the Chef.” Fang Lin looked at the above introduction about this talent and was puzzled for a moment.

But still clicked absorb.

After a while, Fang Lin felt that the world was different, and he had a lot of ideas about the cooking of ingredients in his mind, which was the spark of wisdom in cooking.

“But it doesn’t seem to be very good.” Fang Lin pondered for a moment, like the tongue of God or something, being able to taste everything about the dishes, and then reorganizing the dishes, that was a very powerful talent.

“Forget it, it’s not bad now.” Fang Lin shook his head, opened the faucet head, splashed a little water on his face, and wiped it.

“This world, I’m coming.” Fang Lin walked out of the bathroom, he wanted to discuss with Ma Jun about the future of Zhenwei Pavilion.

Fang Lin didn’t know that the heart of the chef god made Fang Lin’s journey to become a gourmet emperor more and more rapid, and also made all kinds of difficulties during the journey easily absorbed by Fang Lin and turned into his own use.

Fang Lin, who has the heart of a god-level chef, has a field that is difficult for most chefs in the world to reach, which is a dish that surpasses the must-kill dishes, a legendary dish.

A table at the restaurant of Zhenweikan.

Fang Lin and Ma Jun sat face to face.

“Fang Lin, you have a way to revive the Zhenwei Pavilion.” Ma Jun’s eyes were round, and his breathing was short, this was something he had been thinking about these days.

He also didn’t want Zhenwei Guan to be like this, because if it goes on like this, Zhenwei Guan can only become history.

Those who didn’t see the kitchen had some hearts floating.

“Brother Ma, as long as our cooking is better than Yumaki, the guests will naturally come back.” Fang Lin said slowly.

“Better than that.” Ma Jun couldn’t believe it, “Fang Lin, this is your method?” ”

“Yes, Brother Ma.” Fang Lin nodded naturally.

“Fang Lin, of course I know this, as long as our cuisine is better, we will definitely be able to pull customers over, but my father is dead, and you also know my cooking skills.” Speaking of this, Ma Jun was a little embarrassed.

Although Ma Jun’s cooking skills are also good, compared with his father, it is much worse.

“Brother Ma, don’t worry, this time I will cook the dishes.” Fang Lin said slowly, “We want to revitalize the Zhenwei Pavilion.” ”

“You…” Ma Jun couldn’t believe it, although Fang Lin studied with his father, the study time was only about a year, so at present, Ma Jun only let Fang Lin work in the kitchen as a helper.

“So, Brother Ma, let’s go to the kitchen together.” Fang Lin said.

“Good.” Ma Jun, who was a little confused, followed Fang Lin to the kitchen.

Fang Lin looked at the ingredients on the kitchen counter, and suddenly his eyes lit up, “There is.” ”

It’s a simple and complex dish.

Fang Lin first cleaned the ingredients green vegetables and fresh shiitake mushrooms and put them in the basket on the side, these two ingredients were the main dishes used this time.

“So.” Fang Lin picked up the kitchen knife, and holding the kitchen knife in his hand, Fang Lin felt a confident momentum like self-respect, and picked up the shiitake mushroom with the other hand.

The sound of “chopping” kitchen knives on the cutting board is like pleasant music, ringing in the kitchen.

Those shiitake mushrooms were cut open without the slightest difference, and Ma Jun’s eyes seemed to only see a white piece, which was the kitchen knife constantly falling and lifting, falling and lifting.

“What an amazing knife work.” Ma Jun gasped, he never thought that Fang Lin’s knife skill was so good, this knife skill could even be compared to his father.

No, it seems to be slightly better than his father, and this realization makes Ma Jun’s understanding of the world seem to be subverted.

Is this still the Fang Lin he originally knew?

The surrounding chefs also gathered around, and they gasped when they saw such knife skills, they had been in the Zhenwei Restaurant for a long time, so they could compare Fang Lin’s knife skills really better than the original chef Ma Jiangyuan.

And Fang Lin, who was constantly cutting shiitake mushrooms, felt even more different, the right hand he got lifted and fell, as if he was given life force, Fang Lin could simply find that his knife skills seemed to be more excellent, as if he had life.

The high-level knife worker lifted a heavy weight in Fang Lin’s hands, as if he was an extension of his hands and feet, he could grasp the advantages and disadvantages of the ingredients, and he had such a solution in his mind.

“Is this the power of the Heart of the Chef God?” As the sound of the final cutting board fell, Fang Lin looked at the shiitake mushrooms that were cut on the cutting board, his eyes showed a trace of joy, perhaps the heart of the chef god was more powerful than he thought.

“Go on.” Fang Lin turned on the stove and started the hot pot.

Now Fang Lin is using the iron pot that is often used when cooking Chinese cuisine, and as the temperature of the iron pot rises, Fang Lin can keenly feel it.

“This is the time.” Fang Lin poured olive oil into it, and as the oil temperature rose to a certain extent.

The sliced shiitake mushrooms that had been placed in a small bowl were poured into the iron pot, and the faint aroma of shiitake mushrooms came out of the iron pot.

The surrounding chefs smelled this fragrance, and their bodies seemed to flutter, which was completely different from the stir-fried greens they made.

It’s as if chef Ma Jiangyuan was cooking in the past.

The temperature of the iron pot and the temperature of the olive oil made the shiitake mushrooms cook for a short time, and after half a minute, Fang Lin poured in the greens that had been washed long ago.

“Boom.” The greens are mixed with shiitake mushrooms.

Fang Lin kept stir-frying this dish, and after the greens slowly softened, he poured light soy sauce and salt to taste.

“Fang’s shiitake mushroom stir-fried greens are complete.” Fang Lin put the dishes in the pot into a white plate.

“Gollum.” Ma Jun and the surrounding chefs swallowed their saliva, even if they did not taste this dish, simply smelled the aroma, their saliva secreted, the white plate on the green vegetables and tender shiitake mushrooms, revealing a delicious seduction.

As if to say, come and eat me.

Celestial Empire cuisine pays attention to color and aroma, and Fang Lin’s dish is at least complete in color and aroma.

“Please taste.”

As soon as Fang Lin’s words fell, many chopsticks fell on the plate, picking up the greens.