Ma'am, I like you!

"This is the only one."

The other party replied.

Chapter 190 Please use it slowly!

"you alone?"

"One."

"Then please come in."

Two seconds later, Su Ming said.

The wooden door with black patterns and gold borders was slowly pushed open, and the light cast a dark shadow from the crack of the door onto the black teak floor.

The man looked close to half a century old. He wore a white waiter's uniform, a white towel was draped over his shoulders, and a few folds were rolled up at the cuffs, revealing the slightly thick hair on his arms.

With greasy and even thinning hair, a face that can't be called handsome, and a somewhat plump figure, people's first impression of him is just two words-chef.

And he was pushing a trolley. Apart from the tableware under the white silk scarf, the most conspicuous thing on the cart was the plate in the center of the dining cart covered by a stainless steel dining cover.

If nothing else, this is the special product of "the only one" he mentioned just now.

"There are two guests?" The cook-like waiter said in surprise after seeing Shu Wan.

"I'm not hungry." Shu Wan shook her head.

When the waiter's voice sounded, Shu Wan was going to ask Su Ming to reject him. After all, it was already eleven o'clock, and she had to go back early tomorrow, so she didn't have the heart to eat a free meal from the hotel.

But Su Ming didn't refuse immediately, but nodded in agreement.

Shu Wan also looked at Su Ming strangely in her heart, and before letting the waiter in, she saw that Su Ming had received the zygote with the musical instrument under the table, as if she didn't want others to see it.

And now Su Ming, or rather, since the waiter's voice sounded, her expression is very different from usual: her face is still calm but less natural.

"It's okay, I prepared two sets of tableware, and I believe that the amount of meals is enough for the two ladies." The cook said with a smile.

When he laughs, you can see a mole on his ear.

"What's in there?"

At this time, Su Ming looked at the lid of the dining car and asked.

"Roast duck." The cook didn't hold back any more, and replied with a silly smile.

"Roast Duck?"

Yanjing Roast Duck is indeed a well-known special delicacy, especially when it is cooked in an authentic way in regular restaurants. It is so famous that everyone in the country has heard of it more or less.

The most frequent place to go to Yanjing is the Great Wall and the Forbidden City, and the most frequently brought back specialty is roast duck.

But in this day and age, even in Qingyun, Su Ming can taste roast duck with the same taste, which is obviously not worthy of the "only this one" that the cook said before entering the door.

As if seeing what Su Ming was thinking, the cook slowly opened the lid of the table, and the delicacies were right in front of him. The slightly orange-red roast duck was quietly placed on the white plate. The aroma of roast duck also wafted into Su Ming's nostrils.

It's really roast duck.

Seeing this, Su Ming was slightly surprised, and then, the cook stretched out his feet to fix the dining car, then lifted a corner of the white tablecloth, and took out a dark wallet from the second floor of the dining car.

The asphalt-coated wide wallet is in stark contrast to the clean and tidy dining car. Shu Wan is even worried that some crumbs on the wallet will fall into the dinner plate, thus ruining the plate of delicious food. .

Fortunately, the cook had his own sense of propriety. Instead of putting the wallet on the dining car, he put it on the table.

"Oh!"

The moment the wallet fell from the cook's hand, with a muffled sound, both Su Ming and Shu Wan felt the table shake slightly.

The unremarkable black wallet seems to be not very light.

"This is?" Shu Wan also became interested and puzzled by the wallet, didn't it look like a package containing seasoning?

"Some tools for duck slices, customers should know that roast duck not only requires delicious ingredients and perfect cooking, but also requires certain skinning techniques."

"I'm not bragging. In the whole Yanjing, I'm sure I can't find another person who can slice ducks better than me."

The words are proud and confident, which is why he said "the only one".

While he was speaking, he had already washed his hands, put on a mask and gloves.

The preparation work looks similar to that of an ordinary sliced ​​duck master, except that when he was wearing gloves, Shu Wan noticed that the little finger of his left hand was missing.

Moreover, his gloves were also different, they were no different from disposable gloves when he took them out, but after he put them on, the gloves seemed to be attracted by some kind of attraction, automatically and perfectly attached between his fingers.

It's amazing, and Shu Wan doesn't know the reason, but she guessed that it should be for better sliced ​​duck.

The fact was no different from what she thought. After the cook put on the glove on his left hand, he moved his five fingers and nodded in satisfaction. Then he turned his body slightly, and touched the dark wallet on the table with his ungloved right hand.

As the wallet was slowly opened, a different look appeared in Su Ming's eyes.

"These... are all tools?" Shu Wan asked in surprise.

In the wallet, there are all kinds of knives and scissors, as well as many kitchen utensils that Shu Wan doesn't know or have seen. The small wallet contains more than 20 pieces of duck tools.

"Guests, don't worry, you won't need a lot of sliced ​​ducks, as long as this knife is enough." The cook pulled out a kitchen knife from his wallet and said with a smile.

The length of the blade is about eleven or two centimeters, and the width of the back is about four or five centimeters. There is no obvious difference in appearance from ordinary household kitchen knives. However, when the cook held the kitchen knife and wiped it on the napkin on the dining car, Su Ming didn't see any of it. reflective.

Even if the light above the head shines on the kitchen knife, the kitchen knife is like a piece of dark coarse cloth without any luster.

But a kitchen knife cannot be rough, let alone a knife used to slice a duck.

When the chef took out a plate and put it on the table, holding the roast duck with his left hand, and the knife with his right hand to slice the skin, the sharpness of the kitchen knife was just right.

As soon as the blade touched the oily skin, it was as if cutting into water without any hindrance. When a piece of duck meat was placed on the plate, a light shot into Su Ming's eyes.

It is not the light from the food itself, but the reflection from the cross-section of the duck meat.

Cutting iron like mud may still be derogatory for this kitchen knife. A knife is a good knife, but people are different.

During the first film of the cook, Su Ming could feel the aura emanating from the knife, and when he took the second film, the aura was even stronger.

"Pian Duck" is a performance in Shu Wan's eyes, but in Su Ming's eyes, it is a show of martial arts.

In just 5 minutes, only the skeleton of the whole roast duck remained, and the duck meat was neatly placed on the dinner plate on the table.

The knife was still dull, and the cook was still smiling.

"who are you?"

Su Ming looked into the cook's eyes and asked.

The cook put down the kitchen knife and took off his mask and gloves.

"Wang San, chef."

Wang San stretched out his palm towards the sliced ​​roast duck on the table, and said kindly:

"Guests, please use it slowly, but I still recommend eating it now. I'm afraid that the flavor will fade when it cools down later."

Chapter 190 Seven Is This His Screen Name? !

Just like his appearance, his name is also very common, and even this name has a taste of the beginning of the last century.

But as long as he really knows the real kung fu in this "Three Pieces of the King", surely no one would dare to underestimate him.

Cold iron kitchen knives and aura-plated blades are the aura that most warriors use to kill and fight, but Wang San uses it to slice ducks.

It has the meaning of showing off one's strength, but Su Ming didn't feel "showing off one's power".

Wang San said that he was a cook, but he had never seen Su Ming, a cook who had aura and reached the state of innate body training. At least in this era, Wang San was the only one.

And the duck that was filmed by the fitness expert is naturally alone.

"Try it?"

Su Ming turned her head to Shu Wan and asked.

"what?"

Just now Su Ming and Wang San seemed to be asking questions, but now they suddenly proposed to themselves to try roast duck with great interest.

Just like solving the relationship with Zhou's family inexplicably, Su Ming always makes people wonder what he is thinking.

After a daze, Shu Wan saw Su Ming reach out to take the tableware handed over by Wang San, put it in front of her slowly, and then handed her a copy.

"The stove was turned off at nine o'clock. I went to the back kitchen to turn on a stove, and only roasted this one." Wang San talked about the preciousness of the "only one" roast duck while cutting the seasoning. , neatly placed the pancakes and plates on the table in front of the two of them.

Wang San is a good duck slicer and a good waiter. He has prepared everything needed to eat roast duck on the cart.

And judging by his proficiency in preparing condiments, it seems that this is not the first time he has done this kind of thing.

As he says himself, he is a chef.

Su Ming picked up a piece of clear duck skin with chopsticks, put it in her mouth and chewed it, the crunching sound came into her mind, and the crispy feeling of strong fragrance occupied the whole mouth, without touching anything, it was perfect with any complementary food .

Picking up a slice with extremely smooth cross-section and lean meat, Su Ming dipped a little soy sauce and minced garlic into the dipping sauce, and the result in his mouth was another feeling.

Su Ming and Shu Wan are not food critics, but they can still tell whether the food is good or not, especially Su Ming, she can even feel the breeze-like aura flowing in her mouth.

It was a "gift" overflowing from the roast duck, and it seemed that even if it was grilled in the oven, it was all done by Wang San himself.

Su Ming's eating behavior was quite normal, but Shu Wan's was different. The first bite made her startled, and then the second, third, and fourth bites.

The surface is orderly, but the frequency is involuntarily accelerated.

After eating half of it in one go, Shu Wan also sat in her original position with unfinished thoughts, still thinking about it for a long time.

"How is it? Are the guests satisfied?" Wang San asked with a smile.

"Wang... Chef, are you the head chef here?" Shu Wan couldn't help being curious.

She even had the idea of ​​poaching the wall a little bit, but it was just a thought. She also knew that Wang San was not an ordinary person. Even if he was willing to "bow down" in a small teahouse, she probably couldn't afford the salary.

But what surprised her was that Wang San was not the head chef of Wen Yu Lou, not even a chef.

"No." Wang San shook his head and put away his dark wallet: "I just came here for dinner today."

"Have a meal?"

Although cooks are also human beings, it is impossible to cook for themselves every day, and they will go to a restaurant more or less every time, but just like Chu Yingsen, Lei Yu and Li Xiaoxiao before, they are all people of certain social status.

With Wang San's skills, he is at least one well-known chef, but this well-known chef came to a high-end hotel for dinner, but in the middle of the night he cooked a roast duck for two people who had never even met before.

This seems a little unreasonable.

Shu Wan can be sure that she has never met or heard of Wang San. Since Wang San is not the chef of Wen Yu Lou, he is also not a waiter, which means that she came here for them.

Or, for Su Ming beside her.

"It lives up to its reputation."

Su Ming nodded and expressed her evaluation.

Wang San laughed a few times happily: "That's good, that's good, this is the third time I've received this evaluation, haha."

Su Ming raised her eyebrows: "The other two are..."

"You know each other and have met before." Wang San replied with a smile.

Then I saw Wang San start to work as a waiter, picking up the dishes.

Shu Wan wanted to get up to help, but he stopped her and sat back in her seat.

But Su Ming beside her was lowering her head in deep thought.

"Did you change your mind temporarily?"

When Wang San covered the tablecloth on the cart again, Su Ming asked aloud.

"No, I'm just a cook." Wang San nodded his head: "The recipes are all in my head, what can I change my mind?"

"..."

After finishing speaking, Wang San stretched out his feet and loosened the fixation of the cart, and pushed the dining cart towards the door, but when he was about to go out, he stopped and turned to Su Ming and asked:

"By the way, does Miss Su Ming want to try other specialties? Yanjing has a lot of delicious food."

Su Ming shook her head and said:

"Let's have time later."

Wang San smiled cheerfully: "Haha, that's fine."

Wang San pushed the car away, and after the door closed, there was a small tune, it seemed that Wang San was in a good mood.