"No, no, it shouldn't be pitted. I have already heard that this boss's knife is very good, so it is not a big deal." By Sang Wusang, he immediately shook his head and smashed bad ideas.

Here, Sang is not worried about Sang Sang is carefully looking for the imperfections of Yuanzhou, and Yuanzhou has begun to deal with the next duck.

But this time Yuanzhou first washes his hands, but not with water, but with salt, yes, it is washed with salt.

"The trough, what is this?" Surprised by Sang Wusang.

You should know that washing your hands with salt can be uncomfortable. What's more, Yuanzhou can be said to be more uncomfortable and even have a burning sensation because of the sensitivity of the hand.

And this is clearly visible, and Yuanzhou’s hands have slowly become red when they are washed with salt.

It was because of the discovery of this point that it was very surprising that Sang was not worried.

"What a fuss, as a chef, the first thing to ensure is not the taste, but the cleanness. Before using the salt to lick the duck meat, it is natural to use salt to cleanse your hands." Li Yanyi did not have a good white, and he was not worried. Said a light face.

"But, the hand will not be able to eat it."

"This is the principle of Yuan Boss cooking. He is never sloppy in this respect." Li Yan did not say much.

This is not open to the sang, and he continues to see Yuanzhou silently.

"Call" Yuanzhou exhaled a breath, then this began to sprinkle clean salt on the ducks and start massaging.

For a time, there was some slight snoring in the store, which was the small sound of the duck and the tub, and Yuanzhou was serious to massage the ducks, of course, in the duck legs and chest and abdomen. In a thick place, I also massaged a little more.

Finally, the inside of the duck was left. When you massaged the inside, Yuanzhou added tea in the salt.

Until the salt is completely melted, and the ripe tea leaves a faint tea scent in the inner cavity, this is the finished duck.

A duck needs to be treated like this, and the heart of the sorrowful sang has a shaken, red hand, which hurts!

Yuanzhou picked up a smooth wooden hook and fixed the duck on it with a neck-wrapping method. Then he opened a cabinet door and hung it up.

Of course, this wooden hook, the wood used is eucalyptus, so that it will not be wrong.

After hanging up the duck, Yuanzhou took out a new duck. This is what Sanyou is not worried about.

After all, a duck needs to be marinated for ten hours. If it is done now, it will have to wait until tomorrow to eat. It is only one of two ducks in the cabinet.

That is to say, two people can eat tea ducks a day.

The ducks that have been taken out are already smoked, and only a little steaming is needed.

When cooking, Yuanzhou took out the dough that did not know when it was ready, and began to knead directly.

"Give me a tea duck." Li Yanyi saw the pasta made by Yuanzhou and immediately ordered the dish.

Just kidding, Yuanzhou is definitely a lotus leaf clip, then this dish is a dish and a meal, the standard way of eating, and it is still not eaten, it is perfect.

"Okay, please wait a moment." Zhou Jia nodded and then called the dish.

Just finished the dishes, Zhou Jia encountered difficulties here, some people are talking loudly, but this is also a common occurrence, because the people who come are not eating, but the people who ask for paintings and come to Wuhai paintings.

This person is wearing a striped suit, looking at the look and the soft fabric knows that it is not cheap.

Speaking of this person and Wuhai is a bit like, that is, he has a big beard, but the suit with his body is not so harmonious.

After the people lined up, the first goal went to Wuhai, and they walked to Wuhai in three or two steps.

"Mr. Wu, good evening." The voice of this person is quite loud.

May be afraid of being ignored by Wuhai directly. After all, things like Wuhai have been done much.

The bearded man went to Wuhai here, and he immediately turned his head and looked at it. After all, in his heart, Wuhai was a support, so someone looked for it, it was not really a thing, then it must be another The big drama, for the reputation of this small shop, is very serious because it is seen by Sang.

"Are you coming again?" Wuhai turned his head and immediately frowned.

"Yes, this is not what you didn't promise, I have to bother you." The bearded man was embarrassed to touch his beard.

"No time, no painting." Wuhai said simply.

"Don't refuse, I have new conditions, you listen, about eating." The bearded man did not sell off, said directly.

"You said first, I listen." Wuhai is not very interested.

"It is like this. A friend of mine in France is not bad. I heard that you have to paint, and I have reserved a position for you. It is the French food that Chef Chu has personally made." The bearded man said the chef of Chu. At the time, the tone is very proud.

After all, Chu's appointment can be difficult to get, it is not difficult to get it.

"Chu's appointment?" Wuhai looked at the beard with a strange look.

"Right right, you can rest assured, it must be true, I will not lie to you." Beard thought that Wuhai did not believe, immediately shot the chest and said affirmatively.

Wuhai did not speak, looked at the big beard, and turned to look at Yuanzhou, the expression on his face was very unpredictable.

"Hey, look at this person and there is still a master look." Susan couldn't help but laughed.

Who is Chu Yu, he still knows, it is the youngest Michelin-starred chef in history, or a Chinese, about his news, from the sang not worrying Sang also personally faked.

Of course, it is not a fake, but someone has rumored that Chu is not good.

Now, this person actually utters Chu Yu, which makes him have to laugh at the sang, and a child cares no more than five hundred up and down, and wants to eat Chuan's dishes.

This is like a joke.

However, it is not surprising that the diners on the side are all surprised by the sorrow and sorrow, and even watching him with a bearded joke.

The key point is that the sorrowful sang feels that this bearded man is somewhat inexplicable.

"Don't go, no time, don't come, wait for dinner." Wuhai once again uttered a relentless rejection.

"In this way, I will give you one million, you think about it, this is my call." The beard did not continue to entangle, but took out the business card.

"Go to Zheng Jiawei, I don't accept this thing." Wu Hai's hands did not stretch, said directly.

"Okay, thank you Mr. Wu for this opportunity." The beard sighed, then politely said goodbye, and left the store without any reluctance.

"Look at how many millions of minutes you drive away every minute, I feel embarrassed." Ling Hong said narrowly.

"Of course, Lao Tzu is also a person who counts millions of people in minutes." Wu Hai touched his mustache and nodded seriously.

"Right right, that person seems to be a collection of Lin Xin, loves oil painting, has a value of 10 million life praise." Susan did not worry about Sang suddenly said aloud.

"Are you crazy?" Li Yanyi gave him a sharp look at his sudden loud voice.

However, because of the sorrow, the sorrow does not care about this, but just stares at Wuhai, a serious look.

"The surname is Wu, and there are two mustaches, and Lin Xin goes to the door to ask for painting. Is this TM a genius painter Wuhai?!" said Sansou.

"Call me what to do." Wu Hai heard someone calling himself, looked back and stared at it.

"..." was stayed by Sang, and he felt that he might have brain damage this time.

Ps: La la la la, the update of the cat has come, waiting for a long time~