Chapter 287: Publishing Sichuan Cuisine Classics

Seeing Wang Jianye being so modest for the first time, Chen Kejia couldn't help but ask curiously:
"Master Wang, if you think this is just average, then what do you think is amazing?"

Wang Jianye looked up at the sky with a deep gaze, "I have a dream, to let Chinese cuisine go to the world and flourish."

"..."

At twelve o'clock noon, the person who had agreed with Chen Kejia to come to her house for a quick meal arrived.

This is Chen Kejia’s professor when she was in college, and an expert at the newly established Sijiucheng Antibiotics Research Institute, Zhao Chenggu.

Chen Kejia, Chen Shan and others all came forward to greet them enthusiastically.

At this time, Wang Jianye had prepared all six dishes, and Zhao Chenggu, who came to eat, arrived at the perfect time.

After Wang Jianye received the money, he left with his apprentice Chen Xiaoyang.

Chen Kejia walked him to the gate of the courtyard and waved, "Goodbye, Master Wang."

"Goodbye."

Wang Jianye smiled and waved to her.

Then, under her surprised gaze, he walked to the door opposite, took out his key, opened the door and walked in.

"Master Wang, do you live here? Are we neighbors? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Chen Kejia trotted over and asked in surprise.

"I just moved here half a year ago. You go out early and I come back late, so we are neighbors who have to meet each other."

Wang Jianye's answer made Chen Kejia feel that she had missed a lot.

If she had known that Master Wang from Fengzeyuan lived across the street from her house, she would have definitely come over to... er, no, it was more of a visit.

Chen Kejia returned home and sat down at the dining table.

Looking at the six delicious dishes on the table, I couldn’t wait to pick up the chopsticks and took a bite of the cucumber.

As soon as Wang Jianye prepared this dish, she wanted to eat it, but she held back.

Although it is a simple cold dish, it is also at the state banquet level.

The moment Chen Kejia put the dish in her mouth, her expectations of how delicious it would be were immediately satisfied:
"Professor Zhao, please try this dish. It's delicious."

After eating it, Zhao Chenggu's eyes immediately lit up, "Wow, this cucumber salad is really good!

It’s crispy and flavorful. Do you know how it’s made?
I can cook it for myself when I get home, and it goes really well with wine.”

Chen Kejia talked about some of the steps Wang Jianye took to make this dish.

Chen Kejia was there watching at the time, so she knew something about it.

Professor Zhao said with emotion: "Oh, so that's how it's made. It really takes a lot of effort for Chef Wang to make the cucumber taste so good."

He knew that these dishes were made by Chef Wang from Fengze Garden. Chen Shan told him this when he just sat down.

Hearing the professor praising Wang Jianye’s cooking, Chen Kejia was in a good mood and her appetite was whetted.

I ate a piece of braised pork and savored the flavor with great satisfaction. It was so delicious that tears came to my eyes uncontrollably.

Knowing that it was Wang Jianye’s specialty and that it would be so delicious that it would make people cry, Zhao Chenggu did not find it strange when he saw this scene.

He picked up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, nodding with satisfaction:

"Master Wang's craftsmanship is truly amazing!"

A great professor, while eating, crying, and giving a thumbs up to Wang Jianye.

Wiping away his tears, Zhao Chenggu couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Do you know how Master Wang made this braised pork? How come it tastes so good?"

"Uh... Professor Zhao, please wait a moment. I'll write down the instructions for you."

After saying this, Chen Kejia ran out of the house and came to Wang Jianye's house opposite.

"Master Wang, can you tell me how you make braised pork so delicious? Do you have any tips?"

Chen Kejia held a small notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, looking at Wang Jianye expectantly and asked, just like a beautiful reporter interviewing Wang Jianye.

Wang Jianye returned to the room and took out a copy of Shandong Cuisine Classics that he had published in May. He turned to the chapter on braised pork in brown sauce:

"Here is my complete understanding of the dish of braised pork in red sauce. If you want to know how to make it, you can take a look at this."

Chen Kejia took the book, glanced at it quickly, and said in surprise:
"Master Wang, your writing is so detailed that I feel like I can do it after reading it."

I can do it too, right?
Wang Jianye put his hands behind his back and said confidently: "Even many experienced state banquet chefs cook according to the recipes I wrote.

You have practiced for several years but still can't reach my level. What makes you think you can do it?"

"Heh, Master Wang, do you still look down on me?"

Chen Kejia's expression was exaggerated.

She will only act like this when she is familiar with others, otherwise she will be very polite.

"Professor Zhao wants to know how you made this braised pork, Master Wang. Can I take this book back to him and let him have a look? I will definitely return it to you this afternoon."

"No need to return it, this book is for you."

Wang Jianye is quite generous.

He has a pile of these books in his room, which were given to him by the publishing house so that he can give them to relatives and friends.

Chen Kejia was delighted and was about to say thank you when she heard Wang Jianye say calmly:

"I have plenty of this book at home. It's not worth much."

"Oh."

When Chen Kejia returned, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

But he didn't care about it and showed the book to Zhao Chenggu when he got home.

Zhao Chenggu saw the cover and knew that this book was "Classic of Shandong Cuisine" written by Master Wang. He was surprised and said:
"Master Wang actually published a book? I didn't even know about this."

Immersed in scientific research, he basically never goes to bookstores.

After all, some books on antibiotics in China were written by him, so there is no need to go to bookstores.

"Master Wang wrote down his cooking steps in such detail, is that true? Aren't you worried that other chefs will learn it?"

Zhao Chenggu felt strange.

According to his stereotype of the chef profession, many cooking chefs adhere to the principle of teaching their apprentices to starve themselves to death, and they will definitely keep a trick up their sleeve when teaching their apprentices.

In the face of Zhao Chenggu's doubts, Chen Kejia couldn't help but defend Wang Jianye: "I don't think so, Master Wang is very proud,
In his opinion, even if he taught his specialties to the state banquet chefs, they would not be able to learn.
Therefore, the book written by Master Wang will definitely not have any key reservations. "

Chen Shan next to him asked curiously: "When did you buy this book?"

"I didn't buy it. It was given to me by Master Wang who wrote this book."

Chen Kejia said happily.

After Zhao Chenggu glanced at the chapter about braised pork, he returned the book to Chen Kejia.

As a great professor, it is impossible for him to snatch books from his students. He can just go back and buy a new one from the bookstore if he passes by.

It was around two o'clock in the afternoon when Wang Jianye had finished his lunch and was resting at home.

People from the publishing house came to Wang Jianye’s house with a large bag of books.

"Master Wang, your Sichuan Cuisine Classics has finally been published. This is the first batch, sent to you."

"Thank you."

Wang Jianye accepted the big bag of books.

He is a Shandong cuisine chef who published a book called "Classics of Sichuan Cuisine".

I wonder how the chefs in those Sichuan restaurants will react.

(End of this chapter)