Jianglong Town.

Chen Han returned home and took a shower first.

After staying in the mountains for a few days, I will be spoiled if I don't take a bath.

Change into clean clothes.

I didn't know how the business of the Bright Candle House was, so he hurriedly charged his mobile phone and called Han Bo.

"It's closed! I'm at home now. Han Jingshan's tone sounded depressed.

"Uncle Han, what's going on?"

"You're home?"

"yes. ”

Chen Han was confused.

"You come over and say, if you have the ingredients at home, you can make fried noodles for me. Han Jingshan said, "You don't need to bring wine, I have it here." ”

"Well, you wait. ”

Chen Han took Wei Dashan's painting and rushed to Han's house.

The lights in the courtyard were on, Han Jingshan was lying on the rocking chair and fanned, and when he saw Chen Han, he immediately stood up and kept looking him up and down, "When you kid was stir-frying, what kind of ecstasy did you take, hurry up to the kitchen and give me the next time." ”

At the beginning, the girl said that Chen Han's cooking skills were better than her own, but Han Jingshan didn't believe it.

It wasn't until he went to the Bright Candle Cottage to open his business that he found that those customers were all looking for Chen Han, and they would rather eat Chen's tofu for more than 100 yuan than eat fish-flavored shredded pork for more than 20 yuan.

It's not a customer onboarding.

This is true for individual customers.

Of course, Han Jingshan was not convinced, after all, he was an old chef.

Moreover, the Rongya small residence that used to be operated is also a prosperous business, and his own level is first-class in terms of knife skills and cooking.

Be sure to prove yourself.

At this time, several rich second generations rushed to the restaurant, but when they saw themselves, they were disappointed.

"Xiaohan is not here now. I'm his uncle, and I'm not bad at cooking. ”

In the past, Han Jingshan spoke with strength, and now he must sell himself first.

After listening to what he said, a few rich second generations stayed.

Then, they came to the menu, looked left and right, and frowned again.

Han Jingshan clearly remembered the conversation between several people at that time.

"Uncle, do you know how to make tofu?"

"It's Chen's tofu. ”

"The price on the menu is also cheap, we are not short of money, are there any expensive ones?"

"If Boss Xiao Chen cooks a meat dish, it will cost 200 yuan to start. ”

"I think it costs more than 300 yuan. ”

"Yes, if it's too cheap, we're not sure. ”

Han Jingshan had never seen such a stupid one.

How much do you think you have money?

"If I want tofu, I will too. Have you ever heard of 'Eight Treasure Tofu'? Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty liked this dish very much, you have eaten it first, and then you will evaluate it. Han Jingshan remembered that his face was kind, but his stomach was already holding back the fire.

Then, he ran to the kitchen, calmed down, and worked hard.

He put all his energy into the next dish.

No matter the cutting of vegetables or ingredients, they are extremely careful and strive to achieve perfection.

At that time, Han Jingshan felt that he had returned to the top, found the confidence of his youth, and was full of passion.

Fortunately, a few rich second generations have enough patience to wait for themselves to play.

Dishes are served to the table.

Tender tofu, minced meat, ham, shiitake mushrooms, pine nuts, chicken broth and boiled soup.

Several people were full of praise after eating.

Han Jingshan remembered the last sentence he asked, "Which is better than the Chen's tofu made by Xiaohan." ”

It is difficult to reconcile, and everyone will have a different evaluation of a dish.

However, at that time, several young men chose Chen's tofu.

"Uncle, let's put it this way, if I hadn't eaten Chen's tofu before, I would definitely choose this eight-treasure tofu. That dish, pure, extreme, perfect, simply impeccable. ”

"This eight-treasure tofu should be priced at 80 yuan. ”

“......”

Waiting for those customers to leave, Han Jingshan closed the door and didn't speak for a long time.

Xiao Han's cooking skills are high, of course he is happy, but he doesn't understand what is wrong with him.

When he was seriously ill in bed, he was rescued by Chen Han's Xiangfei fish soup, and he didn't think his cooking skills were so perfect, did he deliberately hide it.

Afterwards, he cleaned up the kitchen and closed the door.

has been waiting until now, in order to let Chen Han come back and make a fried noodles worth eighty-eight yuan.

Before Chen Han entered the kitchen, he handed over the painting in his hand, "Uncle Han, it's for you." ”

"It's a waste of money to play with this thing, and I don't buy calligraphy and paintings for a long time. Han Jingshan said this, but he was still very happy in his heart, it was one thing not to want the younger generation to spend money, and it was another thing for the younger generation to honor themselves.

"Let me see, what kind of painting this is. Han Jingshan opened the drawing paper slowly, his eyes suddenly straightened, and he exclaimed, "Wei Dashan, my second aunt, where did you get it?"

Han Muxue also came over, her heart pounding: "Dad, is it really Wei Dashan's painting?"

"I'll have to ask. ”

Han Jingshan ran to the kitchen again and questioned him.

Chen Han had no choice but to explain it to him clearly.

"What? He doesn't know the value of his paintings? He actually gave you this painting for a barbecue, is it a defective product?" Han Jingshan carefully unfolded the painting.

The technique used in this painting is perfect.

And it's not just one.

The nearby rocks are chopped with small axes, and they look very hard. The clouds in the sky are dark, the smoke is deep and full of variety. No matter how you look at it, it is not a defective product, but a good one.

"Xiaohan, you have to tell me the truth, how did this painting come about. Han Jingshan looked at Chen Han with a serious face, "Is there a wrong way to come?" ”

"Uncle Han, what I said is true. ”

Han Muxue shook her father's arm and said, "Dad, Brother Xiao Chen won't lie to you." ”

"Xiaohan won't lie to me, but maybe someone else will be deceived. Han Jingshan said, "It is possible that you have met not Wei Dashan, but a painting thief, who does not understand the value of painting." ”

"Makes sense. Han Muxue took out her mobile phone, searched for Wei Dashan, and asked, "Brother Xiao Chen, do you see if this is the person." ”

Chen Han nodded and said, "It looks the same, but the clothes I wear are much sloppy than in the photo." Can I cook?" he didn't move.

"You continue. Han Jingshan scratched his head, puzzled, "Could it really be him?"

On the board, the sound of knives continued.

Han Jingshan's attention was attracted by the sound of the knife, his brows gradually furrowed, and his face was solemn.

The speed of chopping vegetables is really too fast.

Only the afterimage of the knife could be seen, and the oppressed people were simply breathless.

Before Han Jingshan could take a closer look, the vegetarian dishes had already been cut and neatly stacked on the board.

The oil is boiled in the pot, and the eggs don't need to be knocked, so pinch the shell with your hand and split it in half and slide it into the pot.

"It's so good that I can eat fried noodles made by my brother again. Han Muxue had already prepared the plates.

Han Jingshan moved his steps, stood on Chen Han's side, and looked intently, with a hearty feeling of pleasure, as if he was splashing ink on the paper.

If you climb high and look far away......

Like riding the wind......

Laughing and thirsty......

Rejoice!

You don't need to taste the taste, just looking at Chen Han's stir-fried food makes people open their pores all over the body, like bathing in a hot spring.

The smell comes from the country, spreads along with the heat, and fills the entire kitchen.

Han Jingshan took a deep breath.

Comfortable!

The smell warmed his lungs, as if it melted into the blood, making people restless.

It's just fried noodles!

It's just ordinary fried noodles, cheap, cheap......

Add up the cooking oil, eggs, green onions, vegetarian vegetables, and rice noodles, and the cost is probably not five yuan.

But the taste made Han Jingshan irresistible, and he took a deep breath greedily.

Stir-fry the noodles on a plate and serve.

Han Jingshan swallowed his saliva, this is fried noodles worth eighty-eight yuan.

The dish is tender and delicate.

The root of rice flour is refreshing, the color is translucent, and it is not greasy.

Eggs are scattered and dotted, accompanied by the fragrance of green onions.

Simply impeccable!

Han Jingshan gently picked the rice noodles with chopsticks, put them in his mouth, tasted them slowly, and closed his eyes.

Rice noodles are smooth, soft and chewy.

The palate is layered.

Finally, because of the addition of sesame oil, the fragrance is so mellow.

Good.

It's just wonderful.

Han Jingshan savored it and didn't speak.

He knew that there was a successor to the king of cooks.

If Uncle Chen had a spirit in the sky, he should also feel gratified.

Sure enough, if you want to reach the peak of cooking, you can't rely on diligence alone.

Maybe in his life, he will never be able to reach this height.

It wasn't until the plate was empty that Han Jingshan gave Chen Han a thumbs up.

"A lot of people are asking for the Chen family's recipes, but they don't know that even if they have a recipe, they can't make this kind of taste. Han Jingshan was full of emotion and returned the key to Chen Han, "The glory of our Chen family depends on you." ”

"Yes. Chen Han replied solemnly.

"Let's go open tomorrow. Han Jingshan patted Chen Han on the shoulder, "I believe that you can sell a vegetarian dish for a thousand yuan in the future." ”

"Dad, you didn't think the food was expensive before. ”

"That's different, I didn't know Xiaohan's cooking skills were so good before. Han Jingshan said as he spoke, slamming his head, "Oh, I almost forgot one thing, there is a girl named Xiaoyu who has been to the store twice and wants to eat the food you cooked." ”

"Light rain?"

"She said, "Call her when you promise to do business." ”

Chen Han then remembered that the girl who spoke timidly had a very fierce tone at that time and scolded her.

......

"Sister, it's time to get up. ”

He Xiaoyu, a short-haired girl, knocked on the door and walked to the sofa and sat down.

She rested her hands flat on her knees, looking very well-behaved, and her melancholy eyes kept staring in the direction of the bedroom.

"Ahem......"

Someone coughed in the bedroom.

Then there was the sound of rustling and getting dressed.

The bedroom door opened, and out came a woman of twenty-five or sixteen, dressed in loose sleep, with her hair disheveled, and a distressed face.

"Sister, have you taken the medicine?" He Xiaoyu asked with concern.

"I don't eat it. The woman's voice was hoarse, "It's useless." Then he went to wash up.

"Just wait another five days, and we'll be in line. He Xiaoyu counted the time. Her sister has an uncomfortable throat every year, and this time she made an appointment with a specialist, and I don't know if it can be cured.

"It's here...... So what?"

Sister He Xin was listless, and simply washed her face, but she didn't even use facial cleanser.

Since the swollen throat, I have been to several hospitals, but there is no effect, and now I have difficulty swallowing, and I can only shake my head weakly in the face of breakfast.

She loves good food, but now, every meal is particularly tormenting.

As soon as she drank half of the millet pumpkin porridge, she irritably rubbed the straw into a ball, threw it on the ground, and returned to the bedroom with her head down.

"Sister...... You have to eat...... "He Xiaoyu said Ai Ai," and ...... The boss called me, or else we should be noon. ”

"No!" He Xin's face was painful, and he frowned and said, "Don't let me talk, I won't go." ”

"It was not easy to make an appointment. ”