Chapter 799

"Oh, I thought boss Yang was young and promising when I watched TV before. Now, after seeing it with my own eyes, I found that boss Yang was in menopause! I admire you Jiang Peng could see that he really admired Yang Song. When he was Yang Song's age, he didn't know where to go every day. Where could he achieve so much?

Yang Song was a little embarrassed by Jiang Peng's praise. Jiang Peng was not polite. When he saw the waiter delivering the roast duck, he said with a smile: "this time, the roast duck is treated as an invitation. Don't be polite or refuse. Next time I go to Los Angeles, I may have to disturb boss Yang!"

At this time, the roast duck had already come up. A chef who specializes in slicing ducks came over. Before Yang Song had time to say anything, Jiang Peng waved his hand and said with a smile, "boss Yang, eat first, I won't disturb you. After eating, I hope boss Yang can give me some advice."

It has to be said that Yang Song still can't find fault with Jiang Peng. His eyes are clear. You can see what he said in his heart. Yang Song doesn't have any antipathy. No matter how the roast duck is here, boss Jiang is very good.

After seeing Jiang Peng leave, Yang Song sat down and shook his head helplessly. Originally, he just wanted to have a meal. Now it seems that he unconsciously owes others a favor.

But Yang Song doesn't mind the free duck. He is not a fool. If there is free food, who can not eat it?

The master of a piece of duck can see that he is not old enough. Although his technique is fast, he can see that his proficiency is not high. Each piece of duck is more or less. The most important thing of hanging oven roast duck is the separation of skin and meat. Many of the roast duck skin cut here are with a trace of duck meat.

Smelling the taste of the roast duck, Yang Song still felt a trace of problem. The flavor of the roast duck should have been pure, but there was a faint smell of duck in the taste. It should be that the processing did not reach the heat.

Yang Song doesn't care about this for the time being. Yang Song is going to try his own cold dish, marinated duck gizzard. After eating one piece, the duck gizzard has a special flavor. It should be baojude's special marinade formula. This is still good. However, there is a problem that there is not enough time for marinated duck gizzard to suppress the taste of duck gizzard.

It's easy to understand that mixing duck's feet has no major disadvantages or advantages. To put it simply, it's like a boneless duck's claw. With the juice prepared by our own shop, it's refreshing. It has no special advantages or disadvantages.

Two hot dishes, hot duck heart and fried duck sausage, Yang Song looked at the fried duck sausage and knew what the problem was. When the heat was old, he shook his head and put down his chopsticks.

Si she was happy to eat. Although she didn't like to eat duck, the taste was pretty good. There was no big smell of duck. She was very happy to eat. At this time, it was strange to see Yang Song's expression. Is there something wrong with it.

"What's the matter? Do these dishes taste bad? "

Yang Song shook his head and said, "it's not no good. It's just that there are still some deficiencies. In my opinion, a century old store should not taste like this."

"For example, if you look at this duck sausage, you can see that there is something wrong with it. When you put it into the frying pan, you must always keep an eye on it. Once the duck sausage is rolled, it needs to be cooked. Although the taste of this duck sausage is very good and the taste is bright, the crispy taste is not good."

"If you look at this duck heart, it is obvious that the heat is not enough, and the inside is not tasty enough. Although it is cut in half, the fried duck heart must be heated to a certain degree, otherwise the taste will not enter, and the duck heart will have a lot less flavor."

All of a sudden, the roast duck master also heard the piece of duck, his face was not very good-looking, and finally he could not help but say to Yang Song: "what you said is so powerful, or do you tell me, what's wrong with my piece of duck?"

Yang Song heard the dissatisfaction in his tone, and suddenly his anger came up. After watching the young duck master for a while, he sneered in his heart. What's the matter? You're not good at craftsmanship. We're not allowed to talk about it yet? Is that your attitude?

"Yes! Since you want to listen, I'll tell you. First of all, the roast duck is crispy. When you slice the duck, it's very fast. I believe you've sliced a lot of ducks, but you're not proficient in simple skin and meat separation. At least four out of ten duck skins are with duck meat. "

After that, Yang Song didn't want to stop. He pointed to the roast duck beside him and said, "the roast duck can tell at a glance that the heat is not enough and the flavor inside has not penetrated into it. If you don't believe it, you can give me the knife and I'll cut it for you."

When Yang Song said that he was excited, he stood up and walked towards the master of the duck. The master of the duck was also a young man. He gave the knife to Yang Song directly.

Yang Song was not afraid of the knife in his hand. He simply felt the sharpness of the knife. He had to be prepared for the first time. It is the so-called that if a worker wants to do a good job, he must first use his tool. Whether the knife is good or not is completely related to a chef's knife work.After determining the sharpness, Yang song starts to slice the duck directly. The speed is so fast that it makes people feel tongue smacking. Even if the speed is fast, Yang Song's Sabre technique does not decrease at all. Once the knife goes down, the duck's meat will be separated from the bone and clean.

The place where there is no roast taste is the place on the duck's chest. The taste of this place is the worst. The breast meat is never the best part to eat. Strictly speaking, even the rib meat is much better than the breast meat, but the quantity is relatively small.

Yang Song cut out the bottom piece of duck breast with a knife and handed it to the master of the piece of duck. He said in a sharp voice, "just this piece of meat. Have a taste of it. Do you still have the fishy smell of duck meat in it?"

You don't have to taste it. You can smell the smell in front of him. But the little master is still dead. The duck has a stiff mouth. He quibbles: "it's normal for a duck of that size to not notice at once. If you continue to bake it, it may be burnt. You know nothing about it."