A truly qualified and good chef will match the ingredients to the approximate number of guests they need today, and then make the ratio of ingredients to purchase today. This will ensure that the ingredients are freshly purchased every day and try not to have too much leftover every day.

Because according to the standard of star-rated restaurants, overnight ingredients are absolutely not allowed to be cooked.

Including some high-end hotels in China and cooking at state banquets, it is necessary to ensure the freshness of daily ingredients, and overnight ingredients are absolutely not allowed.

This tests a chef's control over the amount of ingredients. It must be accurate and can almost use up the ingredients every day. In case of emergencies, you cannot leave too much ingredients, which will lead to waste of ingredients.

Nowadays, domestic markets are also promoting table savings and requiring CD-ROMs to eat in restaurants and hotels.

In fact, top chefs must not waste their daily purchases.

So Feng Yifan gave Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong the final test, which was to require them to stir-fry such a fried rice based on the number of diners and the amount of meals of different diners.

You can't get too much, because if you have two servings, you will not be able to finish it.

But it is also not missing, because it is too little and cannot allow everyone to taste the unique taste of their fried rice.

It can be said that this final test has become a problem that Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong both need to rack their brains to consider. In particular, they need to consider whether the greasy taste brought by their own fried rice and side dishes will make the elderly and children not want to take a second bite, thus leaving the fried rice left.

When Feng Yifan mentioned this test, Su Ruoxi and others who did not understand cooking skills did not understand the intention.

But Su Jinrong, Zhuang Daozhong, Shi Jiahui and the three foreign chefs were naturally very clear about Feng Yifan's intention of this test, and everyone agreed with this test.

While Zhuang Daozhong was waiting, he remembered the old Mr. Su Quansheng again.

"Maybe you don't know that Ruoxi's grandfather was very famous in the state banquet team, and it was something that almost never could have been done by those state banquet masters back then."

After saying this, it will naturally attract everyone's attention, and everyone can't wait to know what it is?

Zhuang Daozhong looked at Shi Jiahui and asked, "Jiahui, has your father told you?"

Shi Jiahui shook her head: "My father has never said much about this, but my father really admires his master. Anyway, since I can remember, my father always talks about his master since I can't remember it. When I was a chef, I always said, "How did your master do in the past?"

Zhuang Daozhong said seriously: "Your master is indeed a true master, a top master."

Hearing this, Ning Guang couldn't wait to mutter: "What kind of ability is it?"

When the younger brother muttered, Ning Cheng immediately glared at his younger brother and whispered: "Listen, don't talk."

Zhuang Daozhong glanced at the two brothers, then smiled and said, "Grandpa Ruoxi's ability back then was to be able to accurately grasp the amount of ingredients for each dish. He did not need to use any weighing, but judged it with his own ability. It was almost no difference. There would be no one onion left in a dish."

After hearing this, Ning Guang and the people who don’t understand cooking skills did not understand it very well.

But chefs like Feng Yifan and others knew very well how terrible that was.

You should know that during the cooking process of a dish, how many main dishes, side dishes and seasonings need to be put, this is simply an incomprehensible thing.

And the fact that Mr. Su Quansheng was able to achieve such quantification back then really made the chefs present admire him.

Zhuang Daozhong saw that others didn't understand very well, so he immediately gave a serious explanation: "To put it simply, if the kitchen has been packed today, but there is a table of customers who temporarily add a plate of shredded pork. Under normal circumstances, they need to prepare the ingredients again and then start to prepare the stir-fry the shredded pork.

So in this way, after the frying, there will be some unused ingredients left, right?"

When everyone heard this question, they all understood that it is certain that a plate of shredded pork would be fried alone. It is impossible to be so accurate in the amount of shredded pork. Maybe if you cut too much shredded pork or if you have too many other ingredients, you will definitely be left.

Seeing that everyone understood, Feng Yifan and the others explained what they didn’t understand, so they continued to talk.

"If Grandpa Ruoxi came to fry it, the meat would be used up and the green onion and ginger would not be left. He would take out as much ingredients as he used. He would not need to clean up again after he had finished frying the shredded pork."

After Zhuang Daozhong said this, Su Ruoxi and the others actually didn't understand it.

Feng Yifan thought about it and explained again: "That is, how much meat should be used for a plate of shredded pork, how many peppers should be used, and how many green onions and ginger should be used. Grandpa will ensure that it will be just used up. He will not stir-fry the plate of shredded pork inadequate amount, nor will he end up with the unused meat to stir-fry a plate of shredded pork."

Giving this explanation finally made everyone present understand completely.

Especially those who have cooked food at home, they naturally understand how powerful it is.

Su Jinrong also said: "Well, Grandpa Ruoxi did have such skills back then. I learned it for a long time, but I still haven't fully mastered it and can't control it so well."

Shi Jiahui couldn't help but exclaim: "Oh my God, Master is so powerful."

As the sous chef in a Shanghai hotel, Shi Jiahui knew very well how powerful this move was. Because she knew very well that if she could not accurately grasp, how much ingredients would be wasted in the kitchen every day. In order to save, many hotels could only let employees make meals to eat at night.

But in fact, that is also a waste, not that it should not be made for employees.

But because, when there is no control, the cost of restaurants and restaurants will be increased invisibly.

Especially for those star-rated restaurants, the ingredients must be fresh every day, which is an invisible huge cost.

Zhuang Daozhong looked at Feng Yifan and said, "I know, Yifan seems to have this ability, right? So before Suji's procurement was very accurate, and there would be no excessive surplus every day, especially those meats and fresh foods."

Seeing that my uncle talked about him, Feng Yifan could only smile and said, "I was all exploring myself. I may not be able to reach the level of my grandfather at the time, and there is still a lot of room for growth."

Zhuang Daozhong immediately laughed: "Hahaha, you kid are indeed a slippery guy."

Immediately afterwards, the other adults also laughed.

Maybe only Catherine, Hans and Tom are here, only to know that Feng Yifan’s real strength in this area is really terrible.

Samsung restaurants have the same requirements, so if Feng Yifan cannot be so accurate and estimates the number of customers to purchase every day, how can he become the chef of Samsung restaurants?

Even now in the hearts of the three foreigners, they feel that Feng Yifan's move should be the true teachings of his wife and grandfather.

A group of people here were talking, and they heard Zhuang Daozhong talk about Mr. Su Quansheng back then.

Even if it was the children, including Feng Ruoruo, who heard stories from an old man like Zhuang Daozhong, the children would listen with relish.

I always talk a lot, but I just sit in my father's arms and listen.

I have to say that Zhuang Daozhong talked about the interesting things about the state banquet kitchen, which was really interesting.

For example, sometimes, a young chef makes a mistake, but it is time to serve the dishes again. At this time, a state banquet master like Su Quansheng will personally make changes.

"Once, it was a foreign affairs event. We had to be responsible for the banquet in the state banquet. Then, in the middle of each round of dishes, we needed to intersperse some snacks to relieve the greasiness of foreign guests or change the taste.

As a result, a young man made a side dish with vinegar. He couldn't hold on and suddenly became so scared that he turned pale at the time. However, the pot of the dish could not be poured out because it was not enough. There were always fixed quantities for state banquet purchases, and there would not be much more."

Speaking of this, Zhuang Daozhong also intends to pause to attract everyone's attention.

"Then Grandpa Ruoxi took action, took it over and tasted it, and then began to change the flavor and adjust it, and soon adjusted it to a very fresh and sour cold dish."

When everyone heard this, they found it amazing that the temporary seasoning can actually be changed to the taste.

But the matter did not end here. Zhuang Daozhong continued, "But that pot is fine, but the other tastes are different. When it cannot be served, the dishes given on each table are different? Grandpa Ruoxi will season the others based on the taste he tastes."

I paused again, watched everyone stare at the result wide, seducing everyone's curiosity.

Finally, Zhuang Daozhong said: "The taste was exactly the same as before. I didn't weigh and add the ingredients. I added it completely based on my own feel, so I could taste it without any bad taste."

Everyone was really impressed and felt that Mr. Su Quansheng was so amazing back then.

Su Jinrong also admired his father even more in his heart, and at the same time felt guilty for his failure to carry forward Su Ji.

Feng Yifan noticed his father-in-law's expression and leaned close to him and said softly: "Dad, don't blame yourself. You have actually worked very hard, and I believe my grandfather will be very satisfied."

When Su Jinrong heard this, he turned his head and looked at his son-in-law, nodded and said softly: "Yeah, okay."

Zhuang Daozhong was telling the story here, while Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong were also working hard.

Finally, Ma Xiaolong's plate of fried rice was ready, and he actually used a mold to shape it. Without putting it in a kraft paper box, he also molded the fried rice into small rice balls.

And he ensured that each rice ball was the size of an adult’s mouthful, and the amount of two to three children.

I did this and brought it to Feng Yifan and the others.

Seeing the rice balls on the plate, Feng Ruoru and his children naturally liked them the most. They didn’t think the rice was fried at all, but felt that the rice balls were on the plate and couldn’t wait to eat them.

Ma Xiaolong also stood beside him, introducing Feng Yifan, Zhuang Daozhong, Su Jinrong, Shi Jiahui and others respectfully.

"This is my barbecue fried rice. I mold them into rice balls, so that it will be more convenient for everyone to taste. Please try it slowly."

After a brief introduction, Ma Xiaolong also ran back to the stall quickly and continued to make fried rice for those who were queuing up.

This scene made some girls in line feel very strange.

The girl ranked first asked directly: "Handsome Chef, why did you go there to give it to me? You don't usually come out, and they want you to give it to me."

Ma Xiaolong replied coldly: "Sorry, I can't deliver food to the small book. The reason I gave it to the people at that table is because my master is there and some of my elders, so as a junior, I have to give it to them."

If you are not polite at all, the attitude of keeping people from thousands of miles away instantly cools down the girl who has expectations.

Lin Ruifeng was a little anxious when he saw that Ma Xiaolong had already sent him over.

Fortunately, Shen Qingluo was next to him. Seeing that Ma Xiaolong had finished, he knew that his boyfriend might be anxious, so he quickly whispered beside him: "Don't be anxious, don't you understand the reason that you will lose first?"

Lin Ruifeng was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at Chen Qingluo.

The latter continued, "Oh, in some games, those who go up first will lose, so you are at the back, which means you want to win."

Hearing his girlfriend's encouragement and support, Lin Ruifeng rekindled his fighting spirit and continued to cook carefully.

Fortunately, Feng Yifan and his friends came, which was not the highest supreme dinner time in the night market.

So Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong both have enough time to complete the question Feng Yifan finally gave to the two of them.

Ma Xiaolong's fried rice has been served on the table, and the children can't wait. Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Okay, okay, don't just look at it, hurry up and try it. Our children are already drooling and drooling."

When everyone heard this, they smiled and said, "Okay, eat, eat."

Of course, the first thing is to let Zhuang Daozhong, Su Jinrong and Lin Ruifeng’s parents taste it.

After the elderly had eaten, Feng Yifan began to give the children a share so that they could eat it as soon as possible.

Everyone got the time, and finally Feng Yifan used a spoon to scoop up the last rice ball to taste.

Ma Xiaolong continued to do business, but in fact he always paid attention to Feng Yifan. Especially when he saw Feng Yifan stuttering, he was really nervous. He almost got hurt when he was fried rice.

The iron plate of his fingers was burned, which made Ma Xiaolong suddenly wake up, and he knew that he should concentrate.

Ma Xiaolong took a deep breath, calmed down and continued to concentrate on the fried rice.

On the other hand, Lin Ruifeng finally completed the final fried rice. Everything looked perfect, and each combination was the best he could do, and it was specially paired with char siu, roast duck and roast goose.

Chen Qingluo next to him helped and prepared everyone's dipping sauce.

Then, Lin Ruifeng and Shen Qingluo brought such a large plate of fried rice and dipping sauce to Feng Yifan and the others.

At this time, Ma Xiaolong's portion had basically been eaten, but because Feng Yifan ordered the amount, naturally no one was fully fed, especially the children were still very greedy.

It happened that Lin Ruifeng's fried rice was served at this time. Feng Yifan smiled and said, "It's just right here. Let's continue to taste Uncle Xiaolin's fried rice."

Feng Ruoruo took the lead, and several children raised their hands together to respond: "Okay."
Chapter completed!