Nan Yi looked at Zhou Wenqiang and felt a little dazed.

Old Yuan stared at Zhou Wenqiang with bright eyes and refused to leave for a moment. This young man really surprised him.

In every move, he secretly matched the way of nature, as if any ingredients would be in his hands, and the most perfect effect would be achieved. Once he stood in front of the stove, the world seemed to be without any difficulty.

This is not cooking at all, but secretly matching the way, "Cooking small food is like governing a big country, and governing a big country will break the world." A portion of oil is crispy and crispy, and the temperament of the person with high spirits is hidden.

This...this is the momentum that only the chef has!

After Nan Yi was dazed, he looked confused. His instinct told himself that he was definitely not a simple opponent in front of him, but a mountain that was rising up to!

Zhou Wenqiang was fully attentive to the wok in front of him. For a moment, I forgot about everything. Turn on the fire and heat the pan for a few seconds. Hear the oil behind the edge of the pan. The oil was heated to 90%, and add green onions, peppers, and ginger slices.

The oily double crispy two-color color is different from the ordinary dishes. The auxiliary ingredients and side dishes must be put into the pot first, because the processed pork belly slices and chicken gizzard slices cannot be left in the pot for too long, and they cannot even cook side dishes.

In order to solve the problem of difficult heat control, 90% of chefs will thicken it, so it is easier to master the heat of the double crispy main ingredients; the biggest problem caused by thickening is the decrease in crispness. Not to mention Zhou Wenqiang, even Nan Yi would not bother with it.

After the auxiliary ingredients and side dishes were put into the pot, Zhou Wenqiang used a stir-frying spoon to tweak it a few times and then gently turned it up. These auxiliary ingredients and side dishes were like obedient soldiers, turning them up from the bottom of the pot.

"Huh? It's time to start to make trouble?"

Flip the pot and let the ingredients naturally turn in the wok. With the frying spoon, the ingredients can be heated more evenly. It is also a way for chefs to control the heat. Therefore, well-trained chefs never use spatulas, they just go all the way with a frying spoon.

But even if you want to stir the pot, it should be after the staple ingredients are put into the pot? The pork belly and chicken gizzards start to stir before they are put into the pot. What is this operation?

Not to mention that Nan Yi's eyes widened, even Mr. Yuan was a little puzzled.

What the chef is focusing on is to do in one go. You start now. Do you have to stop when you want to put the staple ingredients in the future?

But then it completely loses the meaning of the pot and becomes a performance, which is meaningless to enhance the color, aroma and taste of the dish.

Nan Yi and Mr. Yuan stared at Zhou Wenqiang with doubts.

After Zhou Wenqiang gently flipped the pot a few times, he saw a stream of oil and gas smoke rising from the bottom of the pot. He was led out of the edge of the pot with a fried spoon.

With a "boom", the fire in the furnace was introduced into the pot by oil and gas, and a ball of fire suddenly burst out!

Give fire!

At this moment, Zhou Wenqiang was calm on his face. It was definitely not because the two knives were rushing to make the pot fire, but because he deliberately used the "gun fire" skill.

Nan Yi was stunned.

Gouting is a skill used for stir-frying, which is nothing wrong, but who has ever heard of a chef who dares to use this dangerous skill when he makes the "oil-burning double crispy"?

The heat of this dish is difficult to grasp, and it is too risky to pull the heat into the pot. This is not something that a cautious chef shouldn't do?

Nan Yi remembered his father's advice and looked at Zhou Wenqiang and shook his head slightly. Comrade Wenqiang from Hong Kong Island has indeed extraordinary cooking skills. Unfortunately, he is still a little too arrogant and is not the right way to cook.

"What!"

Nan Yi was suddenly stunned, and then his eyes widened!

The heat in the pot lasted only a second or two. Zhou Wenqiang suddenly waved the spoon, and the spoon seemed to have eyes. He quickly raised the pork belly and chicken gizzards, drew a wonderful arc in the air, broke the fire balls one after another, and went straight into the pot!

At the same time, salt, sugar, soy sauce, and various seasonings are quickly wrapped in a fried spoon without looking at them and put into the pot.

Everyone was stunned as the ingredients broke into the fire, first absorbing various seasonings at the bottom of the pot, and then as Zhou Wenqiang's wrist vibrated, they actually went up to the wall of the pot.

I don’t know how Zhou Wenqiang exerted his strength, but these ingredients turned sharply along the pot wall under the action of centrifugal force, just like a motorcycle rider performing acrobatics in a large iron cage!

Through the red and yellow flames, looking at this extremely strange scene, Nan Yi opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time. Suddenly, he remembered the highest level of martial arts that his father told him back then.

‘Take the fire and put the material in it, and turn the material into a soldier!’

"No, absolutely not wrong. This is what my father said, the highest level of merit speculation!"

Nan Yi was depressed at first, and his eyes gradually shone. His eyes were directly stuck to Zhou Wenqiang's body and could not be pulled out at all.

Being able to witness such stir-frying with your own eyes, how the outcome of this fight, whether it is a loss or a win or a win is no longer so important to Nan Yi.

"The food is ready, please taste it."

The flames in the pot were extinguished, and a plate of oily and crispy crunchy was placed in front of the judges.

Zhou Wenqiang closed his eyes slightly, remembering the past of his previous life. He was obsessed with cooking skills and asked the Chinese chef god in person several times. Unfortunately, he was unable to achieve the highest level of success in the end. Unexpectedly, he lived for another lifetime and finally achieved his wish for the previous life with the powerful power of the level 7 basic attributes. This feeling was really wonderful.

"I'll try it!"

Two pairs of chopsticks reached towards the dish plate at the same time. Although Mr. Yuan was already sixty years old, the speed of chopsticks was half a minute faster than that of Nan Yi.

"Crack..."

The oily double crispy dish is said to be crispy, but it can really make a creaky sound, not to mention it is crispy and crispy. After enjoying the chewing process, it will immediately melt into your mouth.

Once Nan Yi and Mr. Yuan have eaten their first bite, where can they stop? You scramble to one bite and I scramble to one bite, and two pairs of chopsticks sweep back and forth in the already small dish. In the blink of an eye, a plate of oily and crispy plates have been eaten without leaving any drops.

Liu Mingdan and the group of people in the kitchen in the cafeteria were drooling, thinking that the food was too fast, so he didn't leave a bite for us?

Old Yuan put down his chopsticks, closed his eyes slightly, pondered for half a minute before opening his eyes again, and sighed: "Nan Yi..."

"Master, you need to say nothing...Comrade Wen Qiang, I lost!"

Nan Yi smiled and bowed deeply to Zhou Wenqiang: "I am convinced by the loss. From today on, I respect you as Master Zhou. I also ask Master Zhou to give me advice and tell me about my unique skills of "gun fire". In addition, you should do the position of the chef in the canteen. I will help you in the future."

Zhou Wenqiang smiled and shook his head repeatedly: "You think beautifully. The chef of the canteen asked me to make it. Do you want to exhaust me? I don't get into this trap. The chef will make it. I just want to eat it. Although you lost just now, your cooking skills are enough to deal with tomorrow's dinner. I am completely relieved of you now. As for cooking skills, you and I can communicate with each other. I believe that it will not be too difficult for Master Yinan to learn this hand to "glide fire" with his talent, but I have a condition to learn this skill."

Nan Yi said seriously: "What are the conditions? Master Zhou just gave the order directly. As long as I can do it, I will never refuse."

"I can't explain it clearly in one sentence or two. Let's go to Xiangyanghong Hotel, you treat you..."

Zhou Wenqiang patted Nan Yi on the shoulder: "See you at 7 o'clock tonight."

......

In this era, people who were able to eat in state-owned restaurants like Xiangyanghong were not simple. If they were not senior workers at level 7 or above, they were from capitalists. Just like Nanyi, their family's industries were collected as state-owned when they were jointly operated by public-private businesses, but they still received certain compensation. In addition, they had private property to support this high consumption.

If you don’t have this kind of identity, even if the poor are suddenly rich, you will definitely not be able to get a restaurant for dinner because it is too luxurious.

In this era, the mainstream is the diligence and thrift. If the material girls in later generations come to this era, they will definitely be criticized and fought by the masses...

For example, Liang Ladi, Zhou Wenqiang gave her fifty yuan. He originally wanted to take her a few children to a restaurant for a meal and celebrate Xiu'er's birthday, but Liang Ladi was caught in a war between heaven and man with this "huge sum". After a fierce ideological struggle, Liang Ladi still couldn't bear to save the hotel. With this fifty yuan, every child could buy a decent new clothes during the Chinese New Year, and the remaining money could be used to subsidize the family. There was no need to worry about not having enough food to plan for at least two or three years. Xiu'er is a proletarian child, not a landlord's lamb. What restaurant should she go to? Don't go!

Finally, he took out three yuan to buy two meal coupons from his colleagues. Liang Ladi felt that he had lost. Even if he bought high-priced meat, he could buy six kilograms of pork for three yuan. Now he has only received two meal rolls. He would feel distressed when he thinks about it. If it weren't for Nan Yi's skills, she wouldn't even be willing to exchange these two meal coupons.

It has been more than a week since I came to the mainland. I just started eating some light-tasting green vegetables and grain noodles with mixed grain noodles and they would feel fresh and good for health. But it wasn't like this after eating for three consecutive days. Everyone's eyes turned green and everyone looked like braised pork. In recent days, Zhou Wenqiang has been visiting Xiangyanghong Hotel a lot. The girls and salesmen in the store know him. They often point fingers behind him to guess the identity of this rich man, who is a level 8 craftsman or a child of a capitalist? I didn't expect that there are anyone who is so rich except Master Nan Yinan?

People in this era no longer despise money. Since state-owned hotels started selling high-priced foods that did not require food coupons and meat coupons, people have become increasingly aware of the importance of money. The girl salesperson's eyes were watery when they saw Zhou Wenqiang.

When Nanyi approached the hotel, the girls were even more eager. At first glance, these two people had not solved their personal problems. If they had a wife at home, could they make a restaurant every day? Those pairs of autumn waves were like they didn't have money, flying towards the two of them.

Zhou Wenqiang was not very good at himself. In addition to the special dish of Xiangyanghong Hotel, roasted sea cucumber, he ordered a plate of pork head meat, a plate of fried peanuts, a plate of pineapple eggs, and a bottle of lotus white. It costs less than ten yuan in total. This money is considered a big money for ordinary people, and it is nothing to Nanyi.

The two of them were drinking and talking. Nan Yi listened to Zhou Wenqiang's story, his eyes widened. He was also considered a tall, rich and handsome man of this era. He had seen the world, but he still couldn't imagine that Zhou Wenqiang was so generous, and he could take out a huge sum of thousands of yuan at any time.

The envelope in front of me contained more than 1,800 yuan. Nan Yi was a little confused. My boss Nan had never seen so much money...

"This world does not belong to me after all. If nothing unexpected happens, I will leave in a few days."

Zhou Wenqiang said lightly: "What's going on in Hong Kong Island? Why did I come to the mainland? You don't need to ask these masters in Nan. Even if I say it, you may not be able to understand."

"Just treat this as a fate. The people here and the affairs here have given me great help. If I can help the people here, I will feel more at ease and will benefit me a lot. If I say this, can Master Nan understand one or two?"

"Oh, I seem to understand something..."

In fact, Nan Yi didn't understand very well, but he just heard that Zhou Wenqiang would soon leave the happy and warm socialist world and return to the evil capitalist world, which made him feel a little sympathetic to Zhou Wenqiang.

"You still don't fully understand. Simply put, I've gotten a lot from here, so many that you can't imagine. As a balance, I should do something for the people here."

Zhou Wenqiang is unable to leave with peace of mind now. Now he is no longer the god who can fly into the air and look down at mortals, but a flesh and blood person who will sympathize with Liang Zhaodi's difficulties in life and will hold on to the destiny of Ding Qiunan. Fortunately, he has the ability to change all this.

"Master Nan is an upright person, so you deserve my entrusted payment. Although this thousand-800 yuan is not much, it will definitely help many people in need in your hands. This is my intention, right? For example, Liang Ladi, the widow in charge, it is not easy to raise four children...Master Nan is in charge of the canteen. If you are willing to take care of Liang Ladi's family, they will probably have a better life."

Zhou Wenqiang smiled and pushed the envelope containing the money to Nan Yishou.

Nan Yi showed a sense of dismay: "Brother Liang La is not a good woman, I don't like her."

"Because she flirts everywhere, right? When a mother is helpless when facing four hungry children, what do you want her to do? She doesn't have a rich family background than you, Chef Nan, and you can have a restaurant next week..."

Zhou Wenqiang smiled: "Maybe when you really start to understand her, you will change your mind. In a few years, you may still thank me for your reminder today."

He knew that Nan Yi was still thinking about Ding Qiunan now, but unfortunately he wanted to disappoint this chef Nan. Ding Qiunan would not be taken advantage of by Cui Dake, but would not have any interaction with Nan Yi anymore. She should have the right to pursue the life she wanted. She might not have this opportunity before, but now she has it.

Before leaving here, he seemed to take time to go to Ding Qiunan's infirmary.

He did not ask for any reward, nor did he seek it. He just wanted to have the depressed aura he had when he watched this TV series in his previous life. Facing the weak and helpless beauty Ding, who was like an ant, he now had the power of gods. Even if he did it casually, he could change the fate of this beauty.

It is actually very happy to help others. When Zhou Wenqiang began to find this kind of happiness again, he no longer needed to ask Yan Xin and the four elders of the South China Sea for help in the identification. He knew that he had successfully escaped from the inner demon disaster and it was time to return to Hong Kong Island.
Chapter completed!