"Mom, did anyone ask about rice today?" Coming out of the kitchen, Su Zifang immediately approached Chen Aoyi to inquire about the news.

The system will not release tasks for no reason, someone must have said something in the store.

"Yes, a few customers who ordered braised chicken feet said they wanted to use rice with the marinade." Chen Yiyi blurted out, "I planned to wait until you were done with your work before telling you, but you asked first."

"Oh." Su Zifang responded.

When grading the menu, the system did not prompt for rice. He always thought that it could not be provided. He was busy doing tasks later and did not think of it.

If there hadn't been inquiries from rice-loving diners after the traffic surge, he probably would have thought of serving rice later.

"Can we provide only rice?" Su Zifang asked the system.

[All dishes provided by the system must be above level B.]

"Okay, I understand." Su Zifang closed the prompt box and fell into deep thought.

He did learn how to make white rice in the old South, but he never focused on rice.

I feel that as long as I make high-quality food, rice, a staple food that satisfies hunger, is not important. I didn’t expect that this negligence has only become apparent now.

"Mom, have you ever steamed rice?" Su Zifang asked curiously.

Chen Aoyi looked like he was looking at a fool.

"If I hadn't steamed rice, what did you and your dad eat before? Air?" Chen Aoyi shouted angrily.

"Oh, yes." Su Zifang nodded and rolled his eyes: "Mom, how about you steam a pot of rice later?"

"Go by yourself!" Chen Fanyi refused without hesitation.

"I remember that the rice cooked by my mother was very delicious and tasted like home." Su Zifang's voice was emotional and sincere, vividly expressing the desire of a wanderer who has been studying abroad for several years to long for the taste of home.

"Just wait, mom will cook it for you right now!" Chen Fanyi was extremely satisfied with her son's performance and immediately took over the job of steaming rice.

While Chen Aoyi was steaming rice, Su Zifang was watching from the kitchen.

Watching her scooping and washing rice, all the scenes in Su Zi's memory were awakened.

When they were young, Su's family was not that wealthy. Su Lianzheng, Chen Aoyi, and Su Zifang's family of three lived in a bungalow of less than 60 square meters.

Every time it's meal time, Chen Aoyi will put a pot on the stove, put an appropriate amount of rice and water in a bowl, and steam three bowls of rice. If there is free space, he can steam another bowl of egg custard.

That was Su Zifang’s favorite snack when she was little.

When he grew older, Chen Aoyi replaced the bowl with a large piece of gauze.

Soak rice for three people in advance every time, and place it evenly on the gauze when steaming the rice. Bring the water in the pot to a boil over high heat, steam for 5 minutes after boiling, then turn to medium heat and continue steaming for 10 minutes.

Every time the rice is steamed, there is always an unusual aroma in the pot, and it is sweet. You can eat a big bowl of white rice alone.

While reminiscing, Chen Aoyi's rice was already on the pot, and the aroma of the rice slowly spread out, gradually overlapping with the taste in his memory.

"Mom, how did you steam the rice?" Su Zifang offered a cup of tea attentively.

"It's just like what you see. Wash it twice, soak it for a while, spread it evenly, and steam it in the pot." Chen Aoyi finished drinking the tea and motioned for Su Zi to have another cup.

"Then why does it taste the same every time?" This is what Su Zifang is puzzled by.

If the process can be strictly controlled, but the origin of the rice is different, how does Chen Aoyi ensure that the rice tastes the same every time.

"It's different? You didn't taste it, right?" Chen Aoyi said.

Su Zifang:......

He felt like his junior chef's face was slapped.

It was not as good as a canteen before, but now it is difficult to distinguish the smell of rice.

"You are also a chef, how could you think that these kinds of rice taste the same?" Chen Aoyi waved his hand and started the on-site teaching.

"Long-grain rice is more suitable for cooking rice, and its shape is more elegant after cooking. It is suitable for small and delicate foods. The long-grain rice is used to sprinkle black sesame in set meals."

"Round-grain rice is actually what we call japonica rice, and it is also the most commonly prepared rice in most families. Whether it is porridge, rice, or claypot rice, it is a suitable choice."

“These rices have different flavors due to their different origins, processing methods, and storage periods.”

"How can it taste the same, unless your nose is broken?" Chen Aoyi said mercilessly.

"But I feel like you keep steaming the same flavor!" Su Zifang tried to make a last-ditch effort.

"You're hungry. Everything you eat is delicious." After Chen Fanyi said this, he ignored the stunned Su Zifang and opened the lid of the pot to take out the rice.

In two blue and white bowls, the white and crystal clear rice is piled to the top, and the fragrance of rice penetrates into the nose, making people very appetizing whether it is smell or sight.

"Try it?" Chen Fanyi handed over a pair of chopsticks.

"Oh, okay!" Su Zifang said as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of rice and put it into his mouth.

The rice has distinct grains and is very soft. It is easy to chew but does not stick to your teeth. You can taste the unique aroma of rice even if you eat it cleanly.

It seemed like he was on top of a newly harvested grain pile at the end of autumn. The sun was setting and the sun was shining on his body. He felt lazy all over. The white and fat rice balls jumped into his mouth with his round belly in his hand.

Come and enjoy supremely.

According to Su Zifang's knowledge, the rating of this kind of dish that can bring memories has never been lower than level B, so while he was eating, he quietly turned on the tasting function.

[A bowl of ordinary white rice, grade B.]*

The remarks column at the back was also densely written, but after reading it several times, Su Zifang didn't get much useful information.

Most of the improvement suggestions provided by the system are on raw materials. For example, it is recommended to use Xiangshui rice or authentic Wuchang rice; bamboo should be used for steaming rice utensils.

However, as a person who works at the lowest level of the chef's despise chain, Xiangshui rice and authentic Wuchang rice are simply not ingredients that a chef of his level can encounter.

It would be better to explain the method of heating the steamed rice later which is just right.

But what hit Su Zifang even more was that he had put so much effort into studying the cuisine and used all kinds of cooking techniques. Some of the dishes were only B-, not even as good as Chen Aoyi's ordinary white rice.

He wanted to cry!

[Please host to work hard to improve your cooking skills.]

The system pops up a prompt, which is really hard-core comfort.

"Can this rice be served in the store?" After Su Zi felt sad, he still focused on the main point.

[All dishes sold in the host restaurant must be prepared by the host himself. ]

When Su Zifang saw this reminder, he felt a little upset. He still asked himself to become the world's top chef. How could he revitalize Xile Street? He might not be exhausted from cooking every day.

After thinking about it, Su Zifang suddenly thought of a situation: "Then, the dishes prepared by the employees in the store cannot be sold?"

After saying that, he continued to add: "Otherwise, if it becomes a top business district in the future, there will definitely be a lot of people in the store. If we need to hire other chefs, won't the food they cook be allowed to be put on the menu?"

【Employee system is open.】

[Dishes prepared by employees can be sold on the menu board after being reviewed by the host.]

[Depending on the current level of the host, up to two employees can be hired.]*
Chapter completed!