Although the old man was dressed in Zhou Zheng, what he said was ruthless and direct. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, Yuan Zhou did not get angry, but calmly asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"Who am I, what are you doing? The old man frowned, turned around and prepared to leave.

"You're Mr. Ma. Yuan Zhou said affirmatively.

"How do you know the old man?" the old man turned his head, and his tone was not very good.

"Intuition. Yuan Zhou was also frank and said directly.

"Huh. The old man snorted, ignored the person directly, turned around and left.

"Excuse me, wait a minute. Yuan Zhou took a few steps forward, ignoring the old man's cold face, and walked directly in front of the old man.

"The old man and you have nothing to say, where do you come from. "The old man was wearing a straight tunic, and he walked very steadily step by step, his head was impartial, and he was very imposing at first glance.

"Mr. Ma, it seems that you know my purpose, so let me cut it short, I hope to have the honor to taste the delicious food you have made in person. Yuan Zhou's face was serious, and he looked serious.

"The little thing has a lot of breath, why do you want to eat it. "The old man did not speak as a question, but as an affirmation.

"As you just said, this is a violent thing, so I don't think you should want to spoil the food. Yuan Zhou said affirmatively.

"What does it have to do with the old clumsy, go away. The old man said that he didn't know why, but he got angry and drove Yuan Zhou away.

Seeing that Mr. Ma was very resolute, Yuan Zhou couldn't go forward to ask again, so he could only go back to the place he rented, after all, the twisted melon was not sweet.

"Haha, I heard that you were scolded by the old man Ma?" said the old man with a smile, his tone full of ridicule.

"No, it's just that you didn't promise me to make chicken soup. Of course, there are no secrets in a small village, so Yuan Zhou said directly.

"You kid has a big heart, but you found the wrong person, and the old man Ma has not been in charge for many years. The old man said with emotion.

"Why?" Yuan Zhou took a closer look at Mr. Ma today, and found that he was in good health, his face was ruddy, and he scolded people like a bell, it should not be a physical problem.

"Then I don't know, this old man is weird, he never cooks for himself, and he is always picky about what others make unpalatable. The old man knocked on the cigarette stick and said calmly.

"Mr. Ma going to someone else's house for dinner?" Yuan Zhou was a little curious.

After all, as a chef himself, it is not because he has heard that there are special delicacies, but he still prefers to make and eat them himself, and other people's skills are not as good as his own.

"No, that old man is a weirdo, if I didn't really know that his ancestor was a royal chef, and he really did a state banquet, otherwise who would believe him. The old man took a hard puff of leaf smoke, and the smoke was filling.

"State banquet?" Yuan Zhou has never heard of this, only knows that Mr. Ma was originally a Manchu, and his surname is still the previous eight surnames, and his ancestors cooked for the emperor, and he himself once followed, and it is said that he learned a skill.

"No, he was a sensation when he came back to us, but no one is happy to talk to him now. The old man continued to smoke and gossip, while Yuan Zhou listened carefully.

It's not the same as asking, "Why don't you want to ignore him?"

"After that guy returned to the village, he refused to accept the apprentices, saying that he was not qualified to teach Baijiao, and he didn't cook by himself, just the east and the west family, and that mouth was not forgiving. The old man was very angry, and he seemed to be angry.

"Thanks, I see. After listening to this, Yuan Zhou instantly thought of an idea that might be able to achieve his own idea.

"Got what?" the old man was confused.

"Can you borrow me the stove and the ingredients?" Yuan Zhou did not answer, but asked sincerely.

"Oh, okay, everything is in the cabinet, you can use me to count the money, of course, I won't charge you money. "The old man is still very generous.

"I'm going to cook clear soup noodles, do you need a bowl?" Yuan Zhou was a little embarrassed when he heard that there was no need for money below, so he asked.

"That's good, the clear soup noodles are fast, I want a small bowl to fill my stomach. The old man put down his cigarette stick and said freely.

"Uncle, I want it too. Before Yuan Zhou could agree, a little boy's voice came from there.

"Well, just a small bowl. Yuan Zhou said that it is definitely not a grudge, just a child, too much will not be able to eat.

"Thank you, uncle. "The little boy was very polite, and although there were some red marks on his face, he was undeniably cute.

Yuanzhou naturally wants to make the kind of clear soup noodles in the store, but there is no such flour and water, and the wheat flour in this place is also pure natural and pollution-free, and the water quality is also a clear spring on the mountain, plus Yuanzhou's craftsmanship will definitely be very delicious.

The process of clear soup noodles Yuan Zhou is familiar with the heart, and three bowls of clear soup noodles are directly produced in one pot, which have just been served into two large white porcelain bowls and one small one.

The white and yellowish noodles, the clear noodle soup, and the slowly emanating aroma are all appetizing.

"Oh, why don't you have any eggs, and the chopped green onions are also in the box over there, and you can't find them?" the old man took the bowl and said suspiciously.

"I found it, but I don't need those for this bowl of noodles. "As a little expert in finding things, it's no problem to find something, but Yuan Zhou is very confident, and he doesn't need those flavors, just the taste and strength of the wheat itself.

"Okay, let's eat it like this. "The old man is not picky, he puts it in a bowl and is ready to eat.

"I want to borrow your bowl. Yuan Zhou greeted first.

"No problem, take it. The old man said generously.

"Uncle walks slowly. The little boy said obediently, that is, he was still called uncle.

"Thank you. Yuan Zhou nodded lightly and thanked him, and took out a plate and covered it slightly at an angle, so as not to have dust enter the bowl and affect the texture and taste.

This bowl was naturally sent to Mr. Ma, Yuan Zhou thinks that his cooking skills are at the peak level, and maybe improving his cooking level is expected to eat that imperial meal.

People's desire to eat is endless, such as the highly poisonous pufferfish, and there are still countless people who go forward to enjoy its deliciousness.

And Yuan Zhou is of course willing to go all out in order to eat the imperial meal, for example, Yuan Zhou feels that this time he has played his 12 points of craftsmanship and is very satisfied with himself.

It was easy to find Mr. Ma's home, because he was really famous, and Yuan Zhou quickly came to Mr. Ma's house in five minutes.

"Mr. Ma, your lunch. "It's 2:20 p.m., and Yuan Zhou estimates that Mr. Yima must not have had lunch just after returning to the village.

"What's the matter, someone is still delivering food today? "Mr. Ma is not a good word when he speaks, it seems that it is not only for Yuan Zhou, but for everyone, it is like saying, 'I don't look down on you, I look down on everyone's feelings.'" ’

"You taste it. Yuan Zhou didn't talk much, and he was not good at interpersonal communication.

"It's you kid again. Mr. Ma snorted, but he didn't refuse, and sat down to eat, with a calm face.

And the grandparents and grandchildren who were eating noodles over there couldn't be calm...... (To be continued.) )