Chapter 80: Chef

　　 Chapter 80 The Chef
　　 invited Tang Baona, Yang Zhener, and Xia Libing to Kun for dinner one day later, which was the evening of Tuesday, September 3.
　　 According to Xiang Kun’s original idea, he just bought some beef and cooked two dishes according to the recipe.
　　 But his personality is like this. No matter what, he just thought about doing it casually at first, but when he was doing it, he accidentally invested in it, and he couldn't help but want to do better.
　　 What's more, he happened to be interested in cooking recently.
　　 In fact, when Xiang Kun was looking for suitable recipes on the Internet on the night when she had just agreed to invite them to dinner, she couldn't help but start sending WeChat to ask about their taste.
　　 In Xiang Kun’s understanding, there is no absolutely delicious and perfect taste in the world.
　　People from different regions have different tastes and preferences, and even each individual has his own preferences.
Although the dishes that are made extremely well can usually be recognized by most people, the degree of recognition is also different. Some people think it is "very delicious", some people think it is "very delicious", and some people think it is "very delicious". People think it’s okay, and they may even make the opposite judgment that it is a little salty, a little lighter, too spicy, or not spicy enough.
　　 Most people are not professional gourmets and have a set of judgment systems. Whether a dish is delicious or not is the first feeling and purely subjective judgment of the taste buds.
　　 Therefore, Xiang Kun believes that adjusting the taste of dishes for different people's tastes is the best way to do more with less.
　　 Even to the extreme, it should be to call the people who want to eat into the kitchen. He does it while letting them try it, and then he adjusts the taste little by little according to the feedback.
　　 Xiang Kun also had this idea for a moment, but immediately gave up, which is a bit too exaggerated.
And this process may be good for an hour or two, or it may last for a long time. If they find it troublesome, they just stop at the halfway point. With Xiangkun’s personality, the feeling that one thing has not been done is even more uncomfortable... …
　　 At 6:30 on Tuesday evening, Yang Zhener picked up Tang Baona and Xia Libing after get off work and arrived at Xiang Kun's house.
　　 The security door outside was concealed, and the three of them pushed in directly.
　　 As soon as he entered the house, he smelled the scent from the kitchen while still in the hallway.
　　 On the dining table in the living room, in addition to the four sets of bowls and chopsticks, there are three large white porcelain plates, all covered by a stainless steel soup basin, and you can't see what is inside.
　　 Obviously, these are three dishes that have been prepared.
　　 After closing the door, the three women all went straight to the kitchen, curiously watching Xiang Kun, who was wearing an apron, was busy.
"I'm going, are you planning to cook a few dishes...?" Yang Zhen'er said in surprise. When Xiangkun promised Tang Baona the day before yesterday that she would cook and invite them to dinner, she thought it would be one or two dishes at most I made the dishes by myself, and then ordered a few takeaways to make a living. After all, Xiang Kun said that he had just started to learn to cook for a few days, and they didn’t report any expectations. They just wanted to force him to eat with them. .
　　 But looking at this posture, it’s not like a beginner...
Indeed, Xiang Kun’s figure working in the kitchen is swift, fast and smooth, but not flustered at all, and the stir-frying movements are steady and fast. They know exactly when to put the seasoning and when to start the pan. , Resolute, without hesitation. After a while, it was time to wash the pot and prepare the next dish. He looked like an experienced chef, not like a rookie who just started to learn to cook.
　　 "Four dishes and one soup, about 15 minutes will be ready, you can wait outside for a while." Xiang Kun said without looking back.
　　 He bought a bunch of ingredients the day before yesterday, and then spent the entire day running out of ingredients, improving the recipes he found online, and adjusting the taste and cooking process in a targeted manner.
Last night, I decided on the dishes and recipes to be made. Then I went out this morning to buy fresh ingredients and calculated the time. After Yang Zhener said that she was going to leave, she began to estimate that she received Tang Baona, After Xia Libing, it took about time to get to the community where he lived.
　　 Then according to this time, arrange the time to start cooking.
　　 There are four dishes and one soup, and there is also a sequence. Some dishes can be left in the pot for a while, but they taste better. Some dishes need to be eaten as soon as possible after they are out of the pot.
Before he started cooking, he had planned every step in his brain. The next step was step by step, just like a set program, running line by line, although sometimes there will be Error, but the error is also within the calculation range. Before doing this step, the next step and even the next step have been previewed in my mind.
　　 So it seems that Xiang Kun's figure in the kitchen is busy and not chaotic, just like a skilled veteran.
　　 Standing at the door of the kitchen for a while, Yang Zhener couldn't help whispering to her friend, "What the is he looking a little handsome when he is cooking?"
　　 Tang Baona glanced at her sideways and smiled: "The person you like is a world-famous chef. One day he will come to you with an apron, a bald head, and braised pork?..."
　　 Yang Zhen'er pinched her: "I'm going! You actually laughed at me? He is your blind date..."
　　 Xiang Kun who was busy in the kitchen still said without looking back: "Go to the living room, don't block the door!"
　　 Tang Baona spit out her tongue and whispered: "So fierce!" But she went back to the living room with Yang Zhen'er.
　　 Xia Libing didn't leave, and stuck his head into the kitchen and asked, "Can I use your computer?"
　　 "No! Play on your own phone! The WIFI password is , and dinner will be soon!"
　　 Xiang Kun was right. He said 15 minutes, which is almost 15 minutes.
After the last dish and a pot of soup were prepared, he did not immediately bring it to the living room. Instead, he put it into two smaller plates and soup pots, and then asked Xia Libing to help him open the door and hold the tray with one hand. , Holding a basin in one hand, went out.
　　 "Where is he going?" Yang Zhener and Tang Baona both followed out curiously.
　　 Then he saw Xiang Kun had reached 706, where a chubby little girl was waiting for him with the door open, and happily welcomed him into the room.
　　 "What's the situation? Did he open the second battlefield?..." Yang Zhener blinked and looked back at his friend.
　　 "You ask me who do I ask?" Tang Baona shrugged.
　　 After a dozen or so seconds, Xiang Kun walked out of 706. The plates and pots were gone. Instead, he came out with the inner pot of the rice cooker.
　　 Tang Baona and Yang Zhen'er immediately understood that this is to exchange vegetables for rice. Judging from the performance of the little girl in 706, it is estimated that Xiang Kun had talked to their family before.
　　 "Eating!" Xiang Kun said to the three women as he walked into the house with a pot of rice.
　　 After bringing out one dish and one soup from the kitchen, and then removing the stainless steel basin covered by the three dishes on the table, the lineup of four dishes and one soup was presented to the three women.
　　 Tang Baona looked a little startled, and murmured: "It's all meat..."
　　 The four dishes are all meat, and even the only soup is beef soup.
　　 But the four dishes are all delicious and delicious, and they are appetizing.
Xiang Kun directly made a bowl of rice for them, then scooped a bit of beef soup in the soup bowl, and then took out a drink from the refrigerator to distribute it. Of course, he only had a glass of water in front of him-although he would not drink it. .
　　 Xia Libing is not welcome, and put a piece of crispy pork knuckle into the bowl with chopsticks and started eating.
　　 The outside is charred and tender on the inside, sweet and not greasy. It tastes very good indeed. It is really not inferior to the restaurant outside, but is it really something beginners can make?
　　 Xiang Kun said before that he just started to learn to cook, was he lying?
　　 Xia Libing raised her head and glanced at Xiang Kun suspiciously.
　　 But seeing that Xiang Kun was also observing her, when she saw her, she asked, "How does it taste?"
　　 She hasn't answered yet. Tang Baona, who has tasted curry beef and fried chicken with sauce, couldn't help but said: "Xiang Kun, you really made this yourself? Wouldn't it be bought from outside?"
Xiang Kun supported his glasses with the knuckle of his right index finger and smiled with satisfaction: "It seems that I am quite talented in cooking. I might not be able to stay here in the future, so I went back to my hometown to open a small restaurant. It opens when you are in a good mood, and goes fishing in the mountains when you are in a bad mood..."
Yang Zhen'er also sighed: "Xiang Kun, honestly explain, are you the Shaolin Temple clerk sneaking down the mountain to become a programmer... Is it really like the saying that programmers who do not know Kung Fu are not good cooks? Oh, but what kind of meat is your plate? I thought it was chicken, but it didn’t taste like..."
　　 was talking, she suddenly thought of something, her eyes widened, she looked in the direction of the kitchen, and muttered, "Xiang Kun, where is your rabbit?"
　　 pointed to the balcony to Kun: "I moved there."
　　 "Huh~" Yang Zhener breathed a sigh of relief: "Then what kind of meat is this? Duck?"
"Rabbit meat." Xiang Kun said: "I think killing one is enough. Anyway, there are so many dishes. Don't worry, the one just killed today is absolutely fresh." He still sighed in his heart. This is his number one. This is not to kill rabbits to drink blood. When dealing with rabbit meat in the morning, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was really struggling and almost couldn't help drinking blood.
　　 Yang Zhen'er opened his mouth again, looked at the balcony, and then at the pan of rabbit meat on the table. After hesitating for dozens of seconds, he finally said nothing.
　　 Tang Baona, who was watching next to him, almost didn't laugh, and couldn't help but ask: "True, is rabbit meat delicious?"
　　 Yang Zhen'er gave her a white glance and didn't reply, but after thinking about it, she picked up another piece of dry pan rabbit meat in front of her--she didn't expect that rabbit meat was so delicious. I thought that if I knew that I was eating rabbit meat, I would have a psychological barrier and would not be able to eat it... But it seems that I underestimated the hardness of my heart...
　　 Seeing the three of them eating happily, Xiang Kun was also quite satisfied, like a junior high school using VB to compile a fortune-telling software to make students have a good time.
　　 He also slowly caught a piece of rabbit meat and poured it into his mouth, but he seemed to be chewing, but actually only held it in his mouth, and then directly swallowed the whole piece forcibly.
　　 Although he found an excuse not to eat, it is indeed weird that he does not eat a bite of such a large table of dishes.
He had previously determined through experiments that after the pebbles were swallowed in the stomach in advance, if the whole piece of solid food was eaten, if the total weight was about 200g, it would not affect the feeling of that piece of stone. This kind of sensation suppresses the occurrence of vomiting.
　　 Before he brought out the last two dishes, he secretly swallowed the stones.
　　 As long as you don't drink water or soup, eat a few pieces of meat and swallow it directly, there is no problem.
　　 Of course, this process is still very uncomfortable and painful. There is always war and punishment in the stomach.
　　 But if I go home and cook for my parents in the future, I always have to rehearse this situation first.