Chapter 912: People Are Truly Different

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Meng received the competition video sent by Yao Shi.

At ten in the evening, all orders in the kitchen had been completed.

In the meeting room on the second floor of the front hall, a group of people sat together intently watching the cooking video projected on the screen, with Zhao Meng sitting in the front row, occasionally expressing his thoughts.

“Fu Yu chose this dish brilliantly! Just this dish, Hulu Chicken, showcases various skills and techniques, look at how he disassembles it, pay close attention to his movements…”

Watching the techniques in the video, Zhao Meng quickly pinpointed the key points and guided his team to watch carefully.

Sun Qingning and Zhang Jinyu watched the disassembly sequence and couldn’t help but feel a bit amazed.

This is just Fu Yu; others certainly couldn’t achieve this level.

Moreover, the dish requires both disassembling and binding.

To go through both processes, it’d take anyone else more than an hour to complete.

But if a customer comes in to dine, and you take over an hour just to prepare the ingredients, they won’t wait patiently for the cooking.

Yet, Fu Yu’s competition video took less than an hour.

From prepping the ingredients to cooking, the entire process went through smoothly; his speed and timing are indeed at a level that deserves an award in a competition.

And Fu Yu himself looks good, with a great demeanor, easily winning the favor and affection of viewers.

“Hey! Chef Fu’s tying technique is quite unique, isn’t it? I’ve never seen it before, look at his binding motion for the chicken leg, reversing the direction, yet the knot comes out ingeniously…”

With Zhao Meng present, although everyone had their thoughts, only Sun Qingning dared to speak freely.

Sun Qingning has been cooking independently recently, and his culinary skills have improved rapidly, becoming increasingly adept at various techniques.

He has long figured out Zhao Meng’s temper through their time together.

Zhao Meng may seem like he has a bad temper, but he actually has a soft heart and is always firm in matters of work, appreciating diligent and hard-working subordinates.

In situations like this, as long as one seizes the opportunity to seek guidance, Zhao Meng will certainly teach earnestly.

Therefore, while watching the video, Sun Qingning observed Fu Yu’s techniques while racking his brain to summarize cooking skills he was not familiar with, trying to express his queries as clearly as possible when asking.

Upon hearing him, Zhao Meng nodded, “Hmm, this binding technique he learned from his master; the steps and angles are indeed different from the methods we are used to.”

Sun Qingning understood immediately; the binding method used by Fu Yu was taught exclusively by Liu Yunong, which explained why he had never seen it before.

Realizing this, Sun Qingning watched the video with an increasingly attentive demeanor.

The video image was very clear, and even though there was no fast-forwarding during disassembling and binding, Fu Yu’s hand speed was so fast that a moment’s distraction would cause them to miss several steps.

Watching Fu Yu skillfully complete each step in the video, everyone expressed astonishment and envy in equal measure.

Everyone knew that mastering this set of techniques without extended practice was impossible.

And even if they wanted to learn, they needed a master willing to teach!

This is what distinguishes people, really.

They had to work in the kitchen, stealing techniques in any way possible.

But Fu Yu had a master guiding and teaching him hand-in-hand, learning exclusive skills.

You can’t help but envy and be jealous!

Everyone watched the video, continuously exclaiming “wow” in their hearts.

They initially thought that the disassembling and binding were impressive enough, but after binding, Fu Yu didn’t immediately fry it. Instead, he first blanched it in hot water and then steamed it thoroughly.

Fu Yu’s steps weren’t the surprising part; what left everyone in awe was his control over the seasoning proportions.

Usually, chefs rely on their experience to judge the amount of seasoning, with a little mental weighing process, commonly using small spoons or spatulas.

They can see the amount at a glance, making it easy to judge.

But Fu Yu, when adding seasoning, seemed to have a measuring scale in his hand, always grabbing just the right amount, never more or less.

He solely relied on his one hand for this, without any auxiliary tools.

Realizing this left everyone stunned.

When everyone fell silent, all focusing on Fu Yu adding various seasonings to the pot.

Sun Mingze suddenly turned his head, looking at Zhao Meng curiously and asked, “Chef Zhao… how long does it take to master the skill of estimating seasoning proportions with one hand like Chef Fu?”

Zhao Meng casually said, “That depends on personal talent. A dish, through repeated cooking, will slowly imprint the steps in your mind; after finishing one step, you’ll immediately know what to do next. Cooking feel also forms bit by bit, but everyone has their own cooking habits.”

Zhao Meng smiled at Sun Mingze, “Like me, I usually use a spatula to gauge amounts, more or less, I can tell just by looking. As for measuring like Fu Yu with his hand, it’s his personal habit. Watching his cooking motions, you can tell his technique is very steady.”

Sun Mingze nodded appreciatively.