Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

"Uncle, are you also here because of the golden signboard of 'Samadhi Tower'?" The reporter learned to predict in advance.

"Not entirely." Ren Ye waved his hand: "It's just that your question... I'm telling the truth, please don't mind."

"You say."

"A bit silly." Ren Ye's mouth twitched slightly.

"Can you give me some advice?"

"Ah, I don't deserve your advice." Master Ren waved his hand and said, "Let's be serious. I've read the report and it's indeed immoral. But if you want to say that every household uses this oil, that's impossible. I won't talk about how dirty and unhygienic this oil is. I just know that the cooking in Samadhi House is very particular." Master Ren pointed at the dishes on the plate with chopsticks and said, "What kind of dish, what kind of oil to use, how hot, all of these are very particular."

"To put it bluntly, even if you are not a connoisseur, it is not that difficult to tell if mixed oil is used. It just tastes wrong. There is a clear distinction between meat oil and vegetable oil, when to use them, and how to use them. A decent restaurant with a bit of cooking skills will not use that kind of oil. It would be embarrassing."

Many chefs in front of the TV couldn't help but nodded vigorously.

"Unless you go to a cheap restaurant just to have a bite, then there's nothing you can do. In a cheap restaurant, you don't have the skills, and no one teaches you, so there's no such attention to detail."

"So, those who are not taught will be deceived?"

"How is that possible?" Ren Ye rolled his eyes. "What kind of taste does this oil have? It's very different from the real oil, right? Hey, Xiao Li, take out some of the oil from your kitchen and show it to them."

"Okay, Master Ren, please wait a moment."

The waiter who was called turned around and went to the kitchen to get oil.

"Oh, you are so good at talking here?"

"Of course not. I have a deal with this shopkeeper. I gave him something and he let me eat here until I die. As time goes by, people recognize me. Besides, people nowadays are nice. They respect the elderly and love the young. I am old too, hehe, you know." Ye Ren smiled and explained. He didn't want to be regarded as a stooge.

After a while, the waiter Xiao Li came out carrying a bucket of oil.

"Look, this clear and transparent oil, how can you not tell it? How can you not know whether it has been used or not? This is impossible."

"Comrade reporter, if you want to see our oil, you can go to our kitchen. Look, Mr. Ren is eating." Liu Lan came out at the right time.

"Can I go to your kitchen and take a look?" The reporter's eyes lit up.

"In principle, it is not possible. However, if the reporter wants to go, we can make it convenient for him today."

"Why not in principle?"

"The questions asked by this reporter are too unprofessional." Huaihua was a little dissatisfied. Who would allow people to enter the back kitchen of their kitchen? This is clearly a restricted area.

"He didn't ask this question for himself, but for the common people." The third uncle smiled and sipped his tea: "How could the common people know that there are so many twists and turns here?"

"We don't object to customers looking at the kitchen, but we object to customers entering the kitchen. There is a lot of soup here, and the temperature is very high when it comes out of the pot. If you are not careful, you will get burned, and it will be very serious. Besides, we have a lot of people in the kitchen, and we can't squeeze so many people in." Liu Lan didn't say anything about being afraid that people who went in would be poisoned. There are some things that cannot be said casually. This happened, but it cannot come out of her mouth.

"So that's it..."

Follow Liu Lan all the way forward.

"Hey, comrade, what kind of oil do we usually use at home?"

"What oil? That's a lot. We make all our own oil."

"self-made?"

"Yes, our Samadhi House is located in the suburbs. There is a large farm. You should know it as Samadhi Farm. Most of our ingredients come from Samadhi Farm. Our boss has higher requirements for some dishes. Here we are." Liu Lan introduced while leading the reporter inside: "This is our washing area. Usually, when the dishes arrive here, they are washed. This is the first screening."

"If we find any bad ones during the washing process, we will pick them out."

"This is the food preparation area, which is also considered the second screening."

"This is the chef's cooking area."

The kitchen in Samadhi Building is much bigger than expected.

There are six chef teams. In addition, the headquarters also takes on a teaching role. The kitchen has been expanded five times.

It's a bit ridiculous.

It also broadened the horizons of the journalists.

The entire kitchen team has quite a few people. Just like Liu Lan said, they are really afraid that someone will get into trouble here. The frying flames fly so high, and the stir-frying vegetables fly in the air. It's really like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.

Zhao Boxue frowned and walked over: "Sister Lan, why did you bring someone in? What if something gets bumped into?"

"Hey, reporter, you said you wanted to see what's going on in the kitchen."

"You can't just come in like this. How about this? Go over there. There's a large French window. You can directly see what's going on inside."

"Comrade reporter, please take a look."

"Okay, let's go there. Master, can I take up some of your time?"

"You guys go out first, I have something to tell you, I'll be right back."

"Wow, Boxue's acting is pretty good." Lou Xiao'e chuckled.

"He's not acting. He hates it most when someone comes into the kitchen." Qin Huairu said while watching TV: "Last time someone came in, he got mad."

"Why can't I go into the kitchen?" Huaihua couldn't. So, you know, her favorite thing was when she was a child, she would smell the fragrance, take her short legs, and run to Cao Wei's kitchen, looking at Cao Wei eagerly, waiting to be fed. The kitchen gave her too many good memories.

"Hey, let the old man say it." The third uncle took over the right to explain: "On the one hand, it's what's said in the book, they're afraid of bumps and bumps, and on the other hand, they're afraid of poisoning. Since ancient times, kitchens have been important places, and the kitchens in the palace are afraid of people entering. Not to mention the palace, even ordinary restaurants won't let people into the kitchen. In the past, many restaurants went bankrupt because of this."

"People are so bad." Huaihua was stunned.

Qin Huairu tapped her head and said, "You have never suffered any loss."

"whee."

The interview on TV continues.

Zhao Boxue also went out, washed his hands, and put back his chef uniform. He seemed to be a little softer.

"Hello, Comrade Zhao, thank you for accepting our interview."