Jiang Yang didn't know the development of the matter, so he just followed Lin Yong's words and stood obediently.

Zhang Zongyao is a Sichuan Province cooking master, the one who agreed and refused.

For him, he promised to give Lin Yong a face, after all, others said it personally, so it was hard to refuse.

But after agreeing, I felt it was not appropriate.

How could his master teaches him cooking skills?

The entanglement between keeping trustworthy and sticking to inheritance has made Zhang Zongyao troubled for a long time.

Until later, I suddenly thought of a solution, which is to go abroad.

I was invited to go abroad to attend a birthday party of a foreign noble. If I were not in Chengdu, I cannot blame me for not being willing to teach.

When Zhang Zongyao thought of this method, he immediately stood up and went abroad.

I hid abroad for several months.

In fact, he was just covering his ears and stealing the bell, thinking that if he covered his ears, others wouldn't hear it!

How could Lin Yong and the others not see through this trick?

Zhang Zongyao also knows, but there must be a fig leaf, right?

Of course, Zhang Zongyao is older and often takes medicine. He knows that he may not be able to live long. Credit? If he loses it, he will lose it. Anyway, he doesn’t have to ask for help now. If he loses his credit, he will be able to retire at home.

Zhang Zongyao picked up a piece of Mapo tofu. This dish seems simple, but it is actually difficult and is the easiest to pick on.

He is not like some other masters, and he doesn't know anything about Jiang Yang at all. He knows a lot.

After all, Jiang Yang almost studied under him, so he would pay special attention to it.

He knew Jiang Yang's cooking skills, and even if he had never seen them personally, he could probably guess based on what others said.

He made up his mind that if it weren't for the obvious mistake, he would never speak, so as not to make things boring.

As soon as Mapo tofu is in the mouth, it is spicy and tender and fragrant, and all kinds of flavors fill the mouth instantly.

tasty!

These two words flashed through Zhang Zongyao's mind.

The heat and taste are well grasped, and the essence of Mapo tofu is fully developed. Even the carvings for the decoration of the plate are carved very well.

If you change to a young chef, no! Even if you change to a first-class chef, it may not be better than Jiang Yang.

Of course, there are still shortcomings, but the flaws do not conceal the merits. If I say it out, I may be a bit suspicious of picking the bones.

Zhang Zongyao kept silent. Doesn’t praise mean slapping himself in the face? So he didn’t pick on his own, didn’t praise him, and ate silently.

If Zhang Zongyao doesn’t praise him, naturally someone will praise him.

"Cook Xiaojiang is young, but he has good cooking skills!" This is from a master who is not in Rongcheng on weekdays.

Although he has a picky heart, since he can't pick it out, he should praise it. His mind is not that small.

Some people took the lead, and others naturally praised them.

What:

“The future is unlimited!”

"I will be another master in the future!"

"The young generation of chefs leads!"

Wait, they said all these words.

To encourage the younger generation, we will naturally spare no effort.

As for picking up the thorns? What are you picking up the thorns? No one is picking up the thorns!

Just when everyone was tacit, Chen Quanzhou spoke.

"What's going on? Why are you getting back to make Mapo tofu more and more?"

Jiang Yang was stunned. He was getting back and forth with his Mapo tofu? Not that, his Mapo tofu is obviously better than what he made before! And the system also gave an increase in completion! How could he get back and forth with his Mapo tofu?

Before Jiang Yang could speak, he heard Chen Quanzhou continue, "You are so disappointing!"

Mr. Jiang also said, "Jiang Yang, you can't do this. Don't lose your roots and end, alas~"

Jiang Yang became more and more confused. Could it be that his dishes were really bad?

"All right, everyone has gains and losses. Jiangyang is still young." Lin Yong said, stopping criticizing Jiangyang.

The masters on the side were stunned. As we outsiders were not picking on the tricks, you teachers started to pick on the tricks, right?

However, the nature of the two is different. As a teacher, it is normal to pick thorns. This is to allow Jiang Yang to make progress. But as someone else, you are a little confused about the so-called thorns.

So even though several teachers in Jiangyang were picking on the tricks, the other masters kept silent.

What else can you say? Others are like this in Jiangyang’s dishes, but are you still not satisfied? What else are you saying that you are getting back and forth after making them.

You are showing off, are you?

"Old Chen, Mr. Jiang, don't you know where I did the wrong thing?" Jiang Yang asked.

Chen Quanzhou looked at the other people and nodded slightly when he saw Lin Yong.

Chen Quanzhou said: "What about the emotions in your dish?"

Jiang Yang: "The emotions in the dish?"

"That's right, the emotions in the dish! Your Mapo tofu skills have indeed improved a lot, and from your age, it is almost the top. But your skills have improved but lost their essence, but the emotions in the dish are gone." Chen Quanzhou said.

As soon as these words were said, Jiang Yang was still thinking, while the other masters were frightened! The emotions in the dish! He stepped into the ranks of masters with half his feet! Although he was a small half, he also came into contact with the threshold of masters! He didn't see many first-level chefs who worked hard all his life but could not reach the threshold of masters?

These masters began to swear words in their hearts, and also envied Mr. Jiang and others.

Zhang Zongyao had known for a long time. He felt that he had no regrets, but he had already made a choice.

However, Jiang Yang's growth was a bit beyond his expectations. If he had taught him, then among the people who were pretending to behave here, he would have himself.

Even if Zhang Zongyao refused to admit it, he felt a little regretful. He originally thought that it would take ten or eight years for Jiang Yang to grow up. It is not certain whether he could survive until that time.

Therefore, when I was struggling, I tend to keep my inheritance.

Jiang Yang still couldn't figure it out, how could emotions be in the dish?

Mr. Jiang said at this time: "A dish is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, fresh, and different combinations of each taste will produce a new taste. Therefore, there are thousands of dishes in the world, and each dish has a different taste. And this dish can convey the chef's emotions. When diners taste, that combination of taste will make diners empathize. This is the emotion in the dish and it is also a necessary condition for becoming a chef master. Before, there was a feeling of longing in your dishes, but now that emotion has disappeared."

Mr. Jiang's words were like a bolt of lightning, cutting through the darkness.

Jiang Yang suddenly remembered the dishes he tasted in Chuncheng, Yunsheng Province, and the soup... which made him almost see another scene.

Immediately, Jiang Yang remembered a special dish on the system - mother's shredded potatoes!

According to the system, this dish can taste the taste of mother.

However, the cooking conditions are also very harsh, and you need to fall into memories wholeheartedly.

Could it be...this is what they call emotional food?

"Old Jiang, Old Chen, Old Lin, you can wait a moment." After Jiang Yang said that, he turned around and went to the kitchen.

"What are you doing with Boy Jiang?" Xu Zheng said.
Chapter completed!