When everyone was busy thinking about preparing dishes, Ning Cheng was in a miserable way because Feng Yifan did not allow him to cook for the time being.

Ning Cheng did not complain at the beginning because he was also very aware that his abilities were limited.

So every time I heard everyone discussing it enthusiastically, Ning Cheng was always left aside and seemed a little isolated.

Feng Yifan saw it for several days in a row, and after the discussion that night, everyone left and called Ning Cheng alone.

"Do you feel a little dissatisfied with me not allowing you to participate or cook?"

Ning Cheng tidied up all kinds of things while suppressing his emotions and said, "No."

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "I still said no? Look at your face and you have already written everything on your face.

Do you think that everyone is discussing how to cook, but you can’t cook, and you still need to help everyone. Finally, you have to wait for everyone to try and discuss it every day, and you have to pack up these things here, feeling like a hard worker?”

Ning Cheng hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but raise his head and look at Feng Yifan.

"Yes, I think so. I think I can cook now. I don't understand why Uncle Yifan, you don't let me participate in the discussion. You even have to let me do these miscellaneous work next to you every day, and these things about washing dishes. Shouldn't it be Aunt Zhao's job?"

Seeing that Ning Cheng finally said something, a smile appeared on Feng Yifan's face.

"So you think you are not even as good as Sister Zhao. At least the restaurant has not opened. Sister Zhao still has her wages every month, and she doesn't have to accompany us so late. She doesn't have to be responsible for trying to wash the utensils here. She just needs to wash the dishes next door and leave.

Do you want to change with Sister Zhao? Or, you also want to get the salary and do the dish cleaning work like Sister Zhao?"

After a few words, Ning Cheng was stunned.

After a long time, Ning Cheng said, "No, I don't want to."

Feng Yifan pointed to the scraps that had not been packed today and said, "Then I will give you a chance to choose from these scraps and make me an employee meal. If you can make it well, I will let you participate in the discussion tomorrow, and you will make every day of the employee meal."

Ning Cheng was stunned again. Looking at the piles of scraps in front of him, he really felt that he couldn't start.

In fact, in the past few days, Ning Cheng would also be responsible for packing these things at night every night, and according to Feng Yifan's requirements, he put them into a bag in a category, and then vacuumed them all and put them in a freezer.

Although he did what he did every day, Ning Cheng was not sure about the master’s intention.

Now, the master actually asked him to use these scraps to make an employee meal for eating.

This made Ning Cheng a little difficult to understand. If such scraps are really made into employee meals, can anyone really eat them?

When Feng Yifan saw that Ning Cheng was still moving, he probably guessed what he was thinking.

"What? Do you think these things should be thrown away? Do you think it's unhygienic to use these things to make employees' meals? Then no one can eat them, right?"

Ning Cheng hesitated for a moment and nodded honestly.

Seeing that Ning Cheng really nodded, Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Yes, you dare to admit it. If you don't dare to admit what you are thinking, then I may drive you away tomorrow."

Ning Cheng felt a little bit of gratitude when he heard this.

Feng Yifan continued: "You must understand that for a chef, waste is the greatest shame. As a chef, you cannot use the ingredients in your hands and waste so many scraps, which means that this chef is very unqualified."

Speaking of this, Feng Yifan paused and pointed to the scraps on the plate.

"You have a good look at it yourself. Which of these are not good ingredients? These cut onions and coriander roots can be used to fry scallion oil. As for those vegetables such as carrots, they can be pureed for vegetable soup, and these removed fish bones and chicken bones can be stewed in soup, and they can also be used to cook.

Each of these things is bought with money, so any waste is shameful. As a chef, you cannot waste these things."

After saying that, Feng Yifan reached out to grab a piece of fish from the plate and quickly rinsed it with clean water.

Then use kitchen paper to suck the moisture on the surface dry.

Then Feng Yifan used a musket to bake the surface of the fish.

Let some baked coke layers appear on the surface of the fish.

Then, Feng Yifan took all the carrots and onions in the scraps to clean them, and then threw them all into the mixer to make a paste.

Everything was ready, Feng Yifan put a small piece of butter in the pan.

Then pour the pureed vegetables into it, stir-fry them with butter, add water after the aroma comes out.

After boiling, chop the piece of fish that had been burned with a fired fire, put it in vegetable soup and cook it. Finally, after seasoning, cover and simmer.

After Feng Yifan simmered, he uncovered the lid of the pot again.

Ning Cheng was surprised to smell the rich fragrance, which really made him unable to help but start drooling.

He really never expected that such a pot of fish, meat and vegetable soup cooked with scraps would be so fragrant.

Finally, Feng Yifan drizzled some olive oil and added a little bit of scraps of spice leaves.

In this way, a dish of fish, meat, and vegetable soup is ready.

Feng Yifan held the pot and asked, "How is it? Do you still think these scraps are bad now?"

Ning Cheng was completely silent. He had not fully understood Feng Yifan's intention, but staring at the small pot of very fragrant soup in front of him, he could not help swallowing a few saliva.

Seeing that Ning Cheng obviously didn't understand, Feng Yifan could only shake his head: "Forget it, you put the remaining scraps into a vacuum bag, vacuum it and put it in the refrigerator. You will still do your work tomorrow. When you are willing to make a try, then consider other things."

Ning Cheng wanted to say something, but Feng Yifan had already left with the pot of thick soup.

He could only start packing things helplessly.

According to the method taught to him these days, various scraps were packaged in different categories, and all of them were vacuumed and put into the refrigerator.

While packing the refrigerator, Ning Cheng suddenly found that the scraps of materials put in the refrigerator a few days ago were gone.

When he thought about the master's words, he immediately understood something.

Looking back on these days at noon and evening, while everyone was discussing, there were people going to cook every day. It was obvious that the people who cooked were making them with scraps stored in the refrigerator.

Ning Cheng finally understood the so-called master’s meaning that he should not waste it, but to use it for the best use.

These days, I will lose a lot of ingredients every day.

If all these scraps are thrown away, the daily loss will probably be even greater, and these are all quite expensive.

But no matter how you understand, Ning Cheng still doesn’t know how to use these to cook?

Momo tidied up Su Ji's kitchen, turned off the light and left the kitchen, and returned to his residence in the Lin family shop next door.

When I entered the door, I heard Lin Ruifeng's voice coming from the upper floor: "Ning Cheng is back? Come up quickly, there is something good."

Ning Cheng looked upstairs and saw that there were many people on the lanterns.

When he reached the second floor, he pushed open the door and was stunned when he saw the people in the room.

In addition to Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong who live together, Katherine, Hans and Tom are also there, and even Chen Xu and Luo Yu are also there.

Seeing Ning Cheng coming in, Lin Ruifeng smiled and said, "Come quickly, I'll wait for you."

After Ning Cheng sat down, Ma Xiaolong took out the pot.

"Come on, come on, this is a late-night snack made by Master."

Ning Cheng was stunned when he saw that little pot.

When Ma Xiaolong opened the lid of the pot, the whole room instantly filled with fragrance, making everyone eager to eat.

Ma Xiaolong protected the pot and said, "Don't worry, each person has a bowl, there is no more."

Watching Ma Xiaolong put out a small bowl from the pot.

Ning Cheng hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but say, "This pot of stuff is next door just now, I..."

As soon as he said this, Lin Ruifeng rushed to ask: "What? Did you cook this pot?"

Chen Xu immediately said: "Yes, Ning Cheng, can you make such a good pot of fish soup?"

Luo Yu also praised: "Yes, Ning Cheng, you have this skill. You can actually discuss the dishes with us. We will help you talk to the chef tomorrow."

Seeing that everyone praised him, Ning Cheng quickly said, "No, this pot was made by the master. I, I want to say that the ingredients in this pot are actually the scraps left by everyone."

The room suddenly became quiet.

Everyone looked at each other in front of each other, and then they all looked at Ning Cheng.

Seeing that everyone looked at him, Ning Cheng felt a little disgusted and had to say, "I, I didn't mean to say it, sorry, I've lost everyone's appetite."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the room burst into laughter.

Ning Cheng looked at everyone laughing in a daze.

He didn't quite understand why everyone suddenly laughed?

After a long time, Ma Xiaolong said, "What's wrong? You don't think that those scraps cannot be eaten, right? You don't want to say, do you think those things should be thrown away? Or are you taking them for dog food?"

As if I heard the sound upstairs, Tiantian in the yard downstairs shouted twice at the right time: Wow.

Lin Ruifeng heard the scream and said with a smile: "Okay, Tiantian has been aroused by Xiaolong, Xiaoyan, don't forget to leave a bite for it tonight."

Ma Xiaolong immediately said with a sad face: "Why is it me?"

Chen Xu smiled and said, "Of course it's you, who told you to arouse sweet greed?"

Everyone in the room laughed.

In this joyful atmosphere, Lin Ruifeng explained to Ning Cheng: "The scraps are clean and of course they can be used to cook, but they are not easy to shape, so they may not be made for guests to eat, but they cannot be wasted. It is very good to use them as a staff meal."

Katherine also said: "That's right. In the past, we followed the chef in the restaurant and used it to make employee meals."

Hans tried hard to speak Chinese with a serious look on his face: "No, can, waste."
To be continued...