Chapter 083 Confidentiality Agreement
Stew the fat intestines in the pot until soft and tofu, Song Nuan picks out the star anise, cinnamon and chili. Then wash the pot, add red oil and cook until 50% hot, add garlic and slices of ginger to stir-fry, pour in the braised fat intestines and side dishes, stir-fry until they are raw, pour in sesame oil, sprinkle onion slices, and put it into a small double-eared pot made by Tang Qiao.
"Put the red charcoal in the stove in this stove, and then put the small pot on it."
"good!"
The soup in the pot next to it was boiling. Song Nuan was really busy and quickly took out the auxiliary vegetables and put them in a large pottery basin. Then put a small handful of marinated fish fillets into the water to blanch the fish. The fish is easier to cook thoroughly and does not need to be burned for a long time. It is easy to boil the fish for too long.
After the fish turns white, pour the soup and fish into the pot with auxiliary ingredients in front, sprinkle a little onion and chopped green onion into the pot, and finally pour the hot oil into the pot just now, and a bowl of fragrant sauerkraut fish is ready.
Next, Song Nuan was so busy that she couldn't stop.
Half an hour later, the music in the kitchen finally stopped. On the stove were plates of dishes with all colors, aromas and flavors, dry pots on the stove, grilled fish, and the aroma was lingering.
Several chefs who were called back by the waiter watched the whole process of learning. Looking at the new dishes, they couldn't help but swallow.
Yang An swallowed his saliva and turned his head to look at Tang Qiao beside him, "A Qiao, can you eat? I'm hungry!" As he said that, his stomach cooperated and croaked a few times.
Tang Qiao couldn't help laughing and nodded with a smile.
"Take it out, let's have a good meal today at noon."
"Okay, okay!"
Yang An was more anxious than anyone else. He ignored the image of the young master and served the dishes himself.
Tang Qiao smiled and asked the chef to help bring the dishes to the hall, "You go and cook first, and let Xiao Song teach you how to cook in the afternoon."
"Yes, young master."
"Go."
The chef returned to the kitchen, and Song Nuan followed.
"There are some braised pork ribs and pig trotters in the pot, and there are also pig intestines. You can cut them and stir-fry a few more vegetarian dishes. However, the brine must be preserved, so don't add raw water to it."
"Okay, Mrs. Wen."
"Okay! You guys make food first."
Song Nuan nodded and returned to the hall to have dinner with them.
"Nuannuan." Wen Chong was getting up and pulled the stool next to him, "Come here and sit down for dinner. You have been busy all morning, tired and hungry, are you?"
"It's okay!" Song Nuan walked over, sat down, and looked at Tang Qiao and Yang An, "Why don't you eat?"
"How can we eat first if the hardest chef didn't come?"
"Yes, Xiao Song, hurry up and move. If you don't move the chopsticks first, I won't dare to move, otherwise Aqiao will have to say me again." Yang An looked at the food on the table with his eyes.
He also made a contribution to today's food. It smelled fragrant and he didn't swallow much saliva in the kitchen.
Very greedy.
"Okay! It's starting." Song Nuan nodded with a smile, grabbed a piece of fat intestine, and looked enjoying, "I've been thinking about this taste for a long time."
Yang An also first clamped the dry pot of fat intestines.
He had overcome the annoyance he had earlier when he washed the pig and went into the water. In the kitchen, watching Song Nuan cook it out and smell the fragrance, he had long forgotten how much he disliked the pig and went into the water.
"Yeah, delicious!"
Seeing that they were eating happily, Tang Qiao and Wen Chongzheng also stretched out their chopsticks to go over.
It's really delicious, spicy and delicious.
Today, Song Nuan made five dishes.
Pickled cabbage fish, grilled fish, dried pot fat intestines, braised platter (brown fat intestines, braised pig trotters, braised pork trotters), and a stir-fried cabbage.
There were two fish on the table, but the taste was completely different.
Each has its own characteristics.
After eating for a while, Song Nuan stopped the chopsticks, looked at them, and asked, "How is the taste? If you don't get used to it, you can bring it up. I'll try to improve it."
"Yes." Yang An looked at the dishes on the table, "I'm afraid I won't get used to the skills of the chefs at home in the future. Xiao Song, what should I do?"
Wen Chongzheng frowned, "Aan, do you ask my wife if it's inappropriate?"
"I don't have the intention to be on the side, don't be too nervous. Xiao Song is yours, and Aqiao and I will not have any other thoughts." Yang An immediately promised when he heard his jealousy.
He was afraid that Wen Chongzheng was not at ease, so he put his shoulder on Tang Qiao and asked, "A Qiao, you have the same thoughts as me, right?"
"Who is like you?" Tang Qiao opened his hand, "Don't rub your greasy hooves against my clothes."
"Different?" Yang An widened his eyes.
"Why do you have to be the same as you?" Tang Qiao gave him a blank look, "Xiao Song and I have a cooperative relationship, and we will make a lot of money together in the future. You are the Yang family, is this the same?"
"A Qiao, your words are really hurtful. Even if we don't have business dealings, we have known each other since we wore open crotch pants. Can this friendship be fake?"
Yang An looked injured.
"Shameless!" Tang Qiao glared at him, "Who is wearing open-crotch pants with you?"
When Yang An heard this, he was puzzled and innocent.
Did he say it wrong?
Although he is three years older than Tang Qiao, he did grow up together.
When he was a child, he even hugged him.
"I just knew you were right and wrong. Some facts are not something you don't recognize. Humph! When I was a child, I didn't know who held me and refused to let go. Who made me saliva look on my face?"
After Yang An finished speaking, he continued to eat food.
Tang Qiao kicked him in anger.
Song Nuan and Wen Chongzheng looked at each other and smiled.
Song Nuan was full, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and looked at them thoughtfully, "If I hadn't known that you were all men, I would have thought you were a pair of lovers."
"Cough cough cough..." Tang Qiao was startled when she heard this and started coughing with choking.
His face was red, I don't know if it was choking or really shy.
"A Qiao, hurry up, drink a glass of water." Yang An quickly handed over his teacup and patted Tang Qiao's back with his big palm, "You can choke even if you eat, you."
Yang An didn't know that at this moment, his eyes and tone of speaking were full of doting.
Wen Chongzheng is not surprised.
Song Nuan looked at them with a smile.
Tang Qiao felt uncomfortable in his cough and did not realize any misunderstood behavior of Yang An.
They have been like this since they were young.
He was already so accustomed to being numb.
"Is it better?" Yang An patted his back and turned his head to look at Song Nuan, slightly unhappy: "Xiao Song, don't make such jokes in the future."
"Okay! I will speak seriously in the future." Song Nuan nodded.
What a fool!
Yang An nodded and poured water on the tea and water in front of the saddle until Tang Qiao stopped coughing.
After dinner, Song Nuan took advantage of the break and discussed with Tang Qiao the confidentiality of these recipes.
The chefs who stayed now must sign a confidentiality agreement and also have to sign an agreement to work in the Down Restaurant for three years. Otherwise, they will not be able to learn new recipes.
After hearing Song Nuan’s proposal, Tang Qiao immediately agreed.
On this point, Song Nuan is very cautious and considerate.
This new dish must be protected well, otherwise it will be a wedding dress for others.
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