"Is that true? So do you think this ancient soy sauce chicken tastes different from the soy sauce chicken I cook every day? Or, which one do you prefer?" Feng Jiao asked quickly.

Ling Yuan pondered for a moment and thought for a while: "I can only say that the two dishes have their own advantages. The soy sauce chicken you make on weekdays has a richer texture. Through various seasonings, it gives the soy sauce chicken a more layered texture. Although this ancient soy sauce chicken tastes a little thin, it just highlights the tenderness of the chicken and the original deliciousness of the chicken."

Feng Jiao smiled when she heard this: "So, this time I tried to cook the ancient soy sauce chicken, and this experiment was basically successful. Tsk tsk, there are indeed many things worth learning from in the ancient recipes."

"Little chef, why do you say that? In fact, to be fair, I still think the soy sauce chicken you made before has a more fragrant taste." Ling Yuan said in confusion.

Feng Jiao smiled: "As early as when I was learning art, my teacher once said this to me. On the land where I once lived, a literati named Yuan Mei once wrote a book called Suiyuan Food List, which contained a sentence: 'If you can, every celery and every croquette is precious'. This sentence means that a good chef can cook delicious food even if he only uses the simplest and most common raw materials."

"I can probably understand what you mean. Using simple ingredients without any complicated seasoning and fancy cooking methods, the original flavor of the food is presented in the original flavor. This is actually the best cooking technique."

"You are right. The ancients who left these ancient recipes are actually full of wisdom. They use natural and local things as ingredients, even the most inconspicuous things, as long as they cook them carefully, they can bloom in every meal and achieve extraordinary delicacies."

"A Ling, actually, I think that even if there is no sacrifice, the ancient recipes passed down from the fairyland should be best developed and inherited. We cooks do not have much culture, but we also know the principle that one place can nourish the other."

Feng Jiao said very seriously: "The cooking technique of every traditional dish is a cultural message in the food culture of the entire nation. These flavors, techniques and dishes cannot be discarded, but things that must be passed down well."

"You're right." Ling Yuan said with a smile.

As the saying goes, 360 things are the top scholars. This is really the case that the ancients did not deceive me.

Looking at his little chef, listening to what she said, you will know that she will become the leader in the entire chef industry. It is not unreasonable.

The two of them were talking and eating, and soon they used dinner.

Feng Jiao took out an ancient recipe copied by Ling Yuan and said to him: "Tomorrow I will prepare a dish of ancient roasted pork ribs. Do you want to eat it?"

"Do you still need to ask? I like to eat it as long as it is made by you." The man sitting opposite her said, smiling and smiling.

"I'll be confident after hearing what you said." Feng Jiao smiled and stood up, preparing to pack up and leave, but suddenly the man sitting next to her reached out and brought it into her arms.

"A Ling, you..."

"Today is our engagement day." The man said dissatisfied...
Chapter completed!