Fu Yu scooped the batter into a bowl, placed it in a stear, and stead it for 30 minutes over boiling water.
While waiting, he took the initiative to approach Yao Shi for more tasks.
"Chef Yao, let handle the Suixi Wine Plate. This dish is quite similar to the Three-Shredded Salad, it should be no problem."
Yao Shi was intently making Cangjie Immortal Grass. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Sure! See which dishes you can make, give them a try, and if it doesn't work out, we'll talk."
Fu Yu was delighted to hear that.
The anxiety that had been hanging over him finally settled.
All because of the requirents of this task!
The mission required him to assist Yao Shi in creating a birthday banquet that would move the old teacher, Wu Fan, to tears.
But how many dishes was he actually supposed to assist with?
There were no specific requirents.
Fu Yu figured that the more he could make, the better.
Because he could refer to the cooking steps in the distinctive ho banquet recipes and mimic them closely.
The final dishes would surely be more authentic than those Yao Shi had borrowed from online recipes.
To make the old teacher Wu Fan moved to tears.
The Three-Revolution Banquet need not be identical to what he had in his hotown, but it shouldn't fall too short.
Otherwise, how could the taste of ho evoke nostalgia and bring tears to the eyes?
Fu Yu, holding the list, asked Zhang Jinyu to prepare the ingredients.
Once all the ingredients were ready, he began cooking the Suixi Wine Plate.
Blanch the spinach, shredded dried tofu, and mung bean sprouts, and set them aside.
Carrots are directly shredded.
Chop the scallions and ginger, and place them on the vegetables.
Heat the oil, pour it over the scallions and ginger, add chicken essence, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and sesa oil, and mix well.
Fu Yu plated the entire dish in less than five minutes.
"Chef Yao, let handle the dried tofu; this dish is quite similar to our store's secret recipe tofu, it should be fine."
Yao Shi was intently making Cangjie Immortal Grass. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Sure! I understand."
Fu Yu made the tofu in three minutes.
"Chef Yao, let make the Vinegar Slip; it looks simple and should be easy."
Yao Shi was intently making Cangjie Immortal Grass. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Okay! You do it."
Six minutes later, Fu Yu finished the Vinegar Slip.
"Chef Yao, let do the Three Rams Bring Bliss; it seems simple and should be doable."
Yao Shi was intently making Cangjie Immortal Grass. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Ah! Yes."
Twenty minutes later.
Yao Shi finally finished cooking the Cangjie Immortal Grass and carefully arranged it following a picture from the internet.
Before he could take a breath, he heard Fu Yu saying, "Chef Yao! I'm done here. We can serve the dishes now."
Yao Shi: "!"
A row of plates sat on the serving table.
The eight dishes of the second set in the Three-Revolution Banquet were unexpectedly all completed!
Yao Shi was both surprised and delighted.
How did they get all done so quickly?
Yao Shi stepped closer to take a careful look at each dish and was imdiately dazzled!
The dishes before him were almost identical to the pictures found online.
If this Three-Revolution Banquet could truly be made, it could be introduced to the music restaurant as a new featured banquet nu!
Thinking of this, Yao Shi looked at Fu Yu with eyes full of admiration.
After all, to replicate dishes by rely referencing recipes requires not only innate talent but also culinary skills and techniques built on that talent!
Like superb knife skills!
The technique of swiftly and neatly julienning, slicing, and dicing!
Like precise control of heat!
Accurate and skillful control of the fla size as required by the recipe.
Every aspect is indispensable!
He's a talent truly blessed by the heavens!
If Fu Yu keeps practicing like this, one day he could indeed join the music restaurant, where Yao Shi believes the kitchen could be divided into three sections, each headed by a chef!
Although Fu Yu is only in his early twenties, Yao Shi is willing to give him this opportunity to beco a head chef directly.
However, he also knows that this matter is still just a thought for now.
Fu Yu's contract with Qianlima is not yet up, and no matter how willing he is, it's up to Dong Jun Tian's consent.
After the banquet was carried away, half of the dishes for the Three-Revolution Banquet were suddenly completed.
As long as the remaining dishes of the banquet were cooked, the order could be delivered!
Yao Shi imdiately felt much at ease.
...
Box 401.
Seven or eight middle-aged n and won surrounded an elderly man with white hair, sitting around the table, chatting happily.
Wu Fan looked at his students before him with gratification and emotion, feeling endless heartfelt reflections.
As a teacher, this mont marked the most glorious, proud, and happiest ti in his career!
Among them, Ji Maomao held the highest position, and in conversations, others would occasionally praise him intentionally or unintentionally.
Ji Maomao showed little reaction, with all his attention focused on his respected teacher, Wu Fan.
In recent years, he's been busy with work, occasionally thinking of reaching out during holidays to call and greet the old man.
Sotis, he would specifically send people to bring food and drinks to him, but he seldom had the ti to visit himself.
Since the last eting, it had almost been half a year.
But within these short six months, the old man visibly aged even further.
This filled Ji Maomao with an indescribable bittersweet emotion.
In mories, the teacher was still a spirited young man in his pri.
Although the people present were once classmates, much of what happened in school was long forgotten.
Now in their exchanges, they talk more about their current work and life.
Naturally, Ji Maomao beca the focus again.
However, having been in bureaucracy for so many years, he was long accustod to such flattery.
No matter how others tried to befriend him or connect, he remained unmoved, and whenever he spoke, the topic always revolved around his respected teacher, Wu Fan.
Gradually, others gave it up and started to entertain the old man.
They hadn't chatted long before the waiter began to serve the dishes.
Plates of dishes were brought to the table.
Everyone leaned in for a look and froze.
Why was the table full of snacks?
Counting carefully, there were six, delicately and beautifully made, but what kind of dish was this?
Even Ji Maomao, who had seen many scenes, slightly frowned at this mont.
Today's banquet was organized by him, rembering that the teacher had ntioned an old hotown specialty banquet called the Three-Revolution Banquet.
With an extraordinary mory from a young age, he recalled the banquet deeply due to his interest.
There was no mistake.
This suggestion of ordering the Three-Revolution Banquet was a spontaneous thought, hoping to surprise the teacher.
However, now seeing the six dishes of snacks on the table, Ji Maomao couldn't help feeling a bit regretful.
Why hadn't he thought to check what dishes were on the Three-Revolution Banquet?
He just casually ntioned the na and arranged the banquet accordingly.
Really...
What a lapse!
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