The middle-aged man heard someone calling Sanjiu with a clear and pleasant voice. It must be his niece Zeng Mei. He turned around and smiled: "You little girl, have you come to eat lamb again? Don’t tell me in advance, you old Hello, uncle...Who is this?"

The originally kind middle-aged man turned his head before he finished speaking, he saw a young man with Zeng Mei beside him. He looked handsome and seemed to be about the same age as Zeng Mei, but his face seemed a bit familiar.

Zeng Mei walked to the third uncle's side and said coquettishly: "Oh, today I brought my friend over for dinner. He said he wanted to see your kitchen, so I brought him here! Besides, do you know who he is?"

"Who? This kid looks familiar!" San Jiu was a little puzzled. This kid did look familiar. Have you seen him before?

"Oh, why did you forget that when I watched the documentary at home last time, weren't you there? The protagonist I watched was him! Yang Song!" Zeng Mei reminded her third uncle.

The latter quickly remembered, and immediately remembered when he tapped his head, and shouted at Yang Song in surprise, "So it's you! You are the flowering dumpling!"

What the hell? Yang Song was stunned, what would bloom dumplings? Don’t I have a name? But Yang Song didn't care. He stepped forward and said with some embarrassment: "Sorry, I was just curious for a while and wanted to come in and take a look."

"It's okay, it's all in the same industry. It's normal to want to come and have a look. If I go to eat in your store, I will want to see it too!" Sanjiu looks good, with a simple and honest feeling. Yang Song's attitude is very good, but his eyes look something wrong.

Yang Song couldn't understand this look, so he had to introduce himself: "Hello, my name is Yang Song. I don't know how the uncle is called?"

"Oh! My name is Sun Yanglin, and my friends call me mutton-boiled, just call me Uncle Sun!" Sun Yanglin looked very kind, laughed, and joked.

But let’s get back to the subject, there’s really nothing good about the back chefs here, but Sun Yanglin can be regarded as an old predecessor in the catering industry. This mutton shop has been in touch since childhood, and his father has passed it down for more than 30 years. So he can understand Yang Song's thoughts.

"Xiao Yang, I know what you are thinking, but the back chef of our mutton restaurant has nothing to say. If you want to see it, just see how I cut mutton! Xiao Wang, let me. I'll take care of it!"

Goat brain? Yang Song was taken aback, and quickly looked at the cutting board. There was a piece of mutton on it. It was fat and thin, and the snowflake texture was quite obvious. It looked like it really had the same feeling as the sheep brain. No wonder it was called the sheep upper brain!

When I saw Sun Yanglin before, I felt like an uncle next door, that is, after dinner every day, I sit at the door with a handful of cattail fans and chat with my neighbors, wearing a big white tank top and shorts. , But now that he has picked up the knife, his aura is different.

It was a feeling of concentration. Yang Song, who was a chef, could feel this feeling at once. If ordinary people look at it, they would only think that this uncle is so professional!

Knife! Yang Song noticed that this knife is different from his own set of knives. His set of knives has everything from vegetable knives to cleavers, but such a knife has never been seen.

The knife is about 30 centimeters long. Yang Song's visual observation is not so accurate, but it is longer than his own fish-killing knife, but the width is much wider than that of his own fish-killing knife. It looks like it is homemade. The tool is the same.

Sun Yanglin also noticed. Yang Song was looking at his knife. This knife was just taken out of a box in the drawer. The style is simple and it looks a bit old, but the blade is still winged. It seems that it should be maintained frequently.

"This knife was forged by my father personally by his friends back then. It is purely handmade and the quality is first-rate. Another point is that after passing down these years, no matter what the current knife is, I still like this knife. Go smoothly."

Yang Song nodded. Sure enough, this knife was forged by himself. No matter what kind of work you need to use, you should use the one you prepared, which is the most convenient. No wonder.

However, the set of knives on Yang Song's body does not seem to be of so many varieties, but in fact, Yang Song does not use a lot, and many kinds of knives have not been used. Yang Song usually uses two knives. Slicing knife and fish-killing knife.

The slicing knife, because of the material, Yang Song does not need to use the bone chopping knife at all, only a slicing knife is enough. This material is not like the one on the earth, no matter how you cut it, the sharpness is exactly the same as before. , It is quite comfortable to use.

Chef Hua Xia, there is a good saying, a knife, cut the sky, we are not like foreign chefs, we have to prepare a box specially for cooking, and all kinds of knives are placed in it. Our Hua Xia is one A knife, no matter what it is, can handle quite well.

As for the fish-killing knife, Yang Song had never seen it before. When helping his parents to kill fish at home, he actually only used the ordinary kitchen knife at home. Later, after having the fish-killing knife, he used it to scrape the scales and cut the fish. The belly is a lot more convenient, so I just used these two knives.

At this time, Sun Yanglin was focusing on the sheep’s brain in front of him with the knife that specializes in slices of mutton. Yang Song noticed that in order to cut as thin as a cicada's wings, he was not the two-cut cut in the legend, but Slowly sliding the knife up and down until the lamb cut to the bottom, then suddenly stopped, followed by another cut.

Yang Song took a closer look, and there was probably a bit of understanding in his heart. It turned out to be so! If it is cut across the board, the speed will be very fast, and the thickness will be a little difficult to grasp by then, maybe it will be thicker. At that time, it will affect the taste of the mutton.

Don’t think that the mutton is cooked to save mutton, so it’s cut so thin, but it’s not. The mutton is calculated according to the plan, not frozen mutton. After cutting it out, it’s not rolled up in a big piece, but lay down Everyone can tell at a glance how many there are on the plate.

After cutting several pieces in a row, Yang Song finally couldn't help it. He wanted to try it himself, so he asked, "Uncle Sun, can I give it a try?"

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