Chapter 352: The most gentle treatment (fourth more)

These 18 dishes are as delicious as ever, but on the basis of the deliciousness, there is no obvious improvement, and the taste is not much different from the taste of ordinary ingredients.
"Where is the problem?"
Liu Lang was silent for a while. He originally thought that high-end ingredients would produce high-end flavors, but he didn't expect it, but it was not what he imagined.
"Forget it, I have time to study!"
Zhang Kaigang and the others were still waiting to have a meal, and Liu Lang stopped thinking about it. He greeted those aunts who had been stunned, and brought all the 18 dishes that had been fried to the dinner table.
For a time, Caixiang scattered all over the room.
Zhang Kai was already full just now in the greenhouse, but when he smelled the tempting fragrance, his stomach screamed again.
The next step is the physical and psychological confrontation. Physiologically, he was full and his belly was so big that it was almost filled, but psychologically, he could not resist the temptation of the exquisite dishes, and he could not help but stretch out his chopsticks, pick up the dishes and put them in his mouth.
It was also the first time that Meng Han and others ate Liu Lang's dishes.
In the beginning, they still maintained a gentle image, but after eating for a while, they rolled their arms and sleeves to show the true side of food.
Seven people, 18 dishes, and in the end there was no soup left. This was still Liu Lang didn't eat much.
"Mr. Liu, you deserve to be the technical director of Jifengyuan, your level is indeed much better than those chefs of Jifengyuan." Zhang Kaigang, who has been unable to stand up straight, couldn't help but raise his thumb and exclaimed.
As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.
He used to think that the dishes made by the chefs in Jifeng Garden were no longer good, but compared with Liu Lang's dozen or so dishes, it was in heaven and underground.
"Actually, I usually cook at home, and rarely go to the stove outside." Liu Lang chuckled. If it weren't for the taste of cooking, it would be impossible for this group of people to taste their craft.
You know, there are only a few people who have eaten his meal.
According to the plan, after lunch, there will be discussions about the shooting location of "Heroes" and the commercials of Zhongyu Ecological Farm. However, Zhang Kai just ate too much and had to walk hard, so he could only postpone it. Meng Han told Zhang Kaigang to be at the farm. There is a room for rest.
In this way, Zhang Kaigang became the first guest in the history of Zhongyu Ecological Farm. Many years later, Zhang Kaigang always mentioned this matter with pride.
Liu Lang has never intervened in the specific affairs of Yu Tourism. He handed all matters related to Zhang Kaigang to Meng Han, and then drove away from the ecological farm.
But before leaving the ecological farm, Liu Lang went to the greenhouse again.
With the help of the staff, I picked a lot of vegetables and basically filled the trunk of the car.
After returning to the Xiangxieyuan villa, Liu Lang directly transported those greenhouse vegetables to the mortal prison, and then his consciousness also entered the fairy prison.
"Master, look at these vegetables!" Liu Lang said to Zhu Dachang when he brought the vegetables in the greenhouse to the immortal prison cafeteria.
Liu Lang's cooking skills are more imitating Zhu Dachang, and his research on dishes may not be better than ordinary mortal chefs.
Therefore, it is bound to be difficult for him to figure out why the vegetables in the greenhouse will become common after they are cooked.
Rather than wasting that time, it's better to let the of cooking Zhu Da go out often.
Anyway, free labor is not in vain.
"Are these vegetables different?" Zhu Dachang looked at the vegetables Liu Lang had brought, and asked curiously. From the appearance, these vegetables are not much different from the ingredients Liu Lang usually buys. If you have to say anything different, it may be a little fresher.
"Master, you taste it first." Liu Lang directly folded a piece of cucumber and handed it to Zhu Dachang.
Zhu Dachang took a bite suspiciously, chewed it, and was taken aback, "How come the taste is so good? There shouldn't be such a cucumber in the world!"
"Of course it can't grow. This is only cultivated by using snarling dog as fertilizer." Liu Lang smiled in his heart, but his mouth changed the subject: "Master, I brought these vegetables. It is more than ordinary mortal vegetables, but once they are cooked, they have no characteristics. I don’t know if it’s my cooking problem."
"Oh? Let me try."
According to Zhu Dachang's intuition, dishes made with such good ingredients should taste better.
He directly took out two cucumbers and made the simplest cucumber scrambled eggs. After they were fried, Zhu Dachang picked up a cucumber with chopsticks, tasted it, and frowned.
Liu Lang also picked up his chopsticks and tasted it. It was no different from the taste of ordinary ingredients.
This also means that it is not a question of your own cooking skills.
Zhu Dachang did not give up. I made a more complicated Mushu meat and tasted the cucumber slices, which also became very common.
Since cucumber doesn't work, try other vegetables.
Zhu Dachang made all the vegetables Liu Lang brought. Those vegetables that taste very good when eaten raw will lose their original characteristics once they are made into hot dishes.
Zhu Dachang frowned.
After a long time, he patted his thigh and said, "I know why!"
"Why?" Liu Lang, who was waiting to fall asleep, woke up.
"It's temperature. Temperature destroys the original taste." Zhu Dachang laughed.
"Uh..." Liu Lang felt that Zhu Dachang's discovery was no different from none. He doubted: "Master, all the cooking has to be heated. If it is a temperature problem, is it unavoidable that the taste will deteriorate?"
"Who said that, I have one way to avoid it!" Zhu Dachang said coquettishly, shaking his hair.
"What solution?" Liu Lang immediately became happy when he heard that there was a solution.
"My way is to not heat it!" Zhu Dachang's eyes flashed with excitement.
Liu Lang fell to the ground with a thud.
"How to cook without heating? Master, please explain to me." Liu Lang, who was relieved, asked bitterly.
"I can't understand this?" Zhu Dachang hates that iron is not a steel track: "Not heating means, of course, to make cold dishes. If you want to maintain the taste of the ingredients, you must use a gentle treatment method, and the mildest treatment method is cold salad. !"
"puff……"
Liu Lang almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
Cold? God of Cooking would even say such a low method.
"Master, I don't think cold salad is the gentlest processing method. The mildest processing method should be eaten raw, even without mixing." Liu Lang couldn't help joking.
"Huh? What you said about eating raw seems more reasonable!" What Liu Lang didn't expect was that Zhu Dachang took it seriously.