Xia Muqi led Zhang Guanghang to continue walking towards the vegetable market, while casually knocking on the side.

"Xiaohang, I've seen others do blessings before... Gauze... Safro?" asked Shamuri.

"Yes, I've seen my dad and Uncle Adrien do it before. Zhang Guanghang replied.

"Then Master tested you, do you remember how to do it?" Xia Muqi went straight to the point, it was too difficult to make something out of nothing, and he always had to have some reference information to make up this dish.

"I don't really remember. Zhang Guanghang shook his head, "It seems that the chicken is fried, and then... Then pour the beef broth and cook dry, then ...... And then I don't remember. ”

Zhang Guanghang didn't realize Xia Muqi's true intentions at all, thinking that Xia Muqi just wanted to test him.

Xia Muqi stopped talking, and continued to walk forward in silence, looking at his expression as if he was thinking about what the hell is the way to cook the chicken and beef broth after it has been fried, the master and apprentice are like this, one tall and one short, one old and one young, holding hands until they walk to the vegetable market like a large market scene.

Jiang Feng has seen a vegetable market bigger than this, and Jiang Feng has also seen a vegetable market with a more complete variety than here, but it is the first time Jiang Feng has seen a vegetable market like this, which is so large and complete and messy that it looks like returning to a roadside stall.

There are not only housewives who come to buy vegetables, but also middle-aged men who look like chefs and some ordinary people who have little experience in buying vegetables at first glance. With a vegetable market of this scale, it is no wonder that Xia Muqi came to visit in person, and he really couldn't buy good dishes in this place without a little level.

"Grand-père, Plectropomus leopardus!" Zhang Guanghang pointed to an eastern star spot swimming in a water tank.

Xia Muqi glanced at the East Star Spot and replied, "That's the East Star Spot." ”

"Eastern Star Spot. Zhang Guanghang repeated it and began today's Chinese ingredients study.

“Grand-père，matsutake。 ”

"Matsutake mushrooms, don't buy this today. ”

“Grand-père，mérou！”

"That's stone, eh, grouper. Xia Muqi was immediately attracted by the grouper, and after going to negotiate with the grouper seller, he successfully took down the grouper, one large and one small, in the basin.

"Is this your grandson? What kind of country is mixed-race? America? My daughter thinks about going abroad all the time, and every morning she gets up early in the morning and memorizes English words on the balcony before dawn. "The peddler is new and doesn't know Shamuqi.

"My apprentice, French. Xia Muqi said.

"Accepting foreigners as apprentices, you are really good, but which country is this, next to the United States?" asked the peddler, his eyes fixed on Zhang Guanghang. Although he can occasionally see foreigners on the main road, this is the first time he has seen this foreigner child.

Xia Muqi thought to himself, how do I know where France is, and said, "Probably." ”

Such a large flow of passengers, extremely high population density, bustling, when walking a little carelessly, the forefoot will touch the heel of someone else's heel or shoulder rubbing the arm of the person next to him, Xia Muqi and Zhang Guanghang, such a combination of Chinese and French old and young is undoubtedly extremely eye-catching.

Xia Muqi led Zhang Guanghang to take a quick walk around the vegetable market, and found no ingredients other than grouper that could make his eyes shine. Like other restaurants, Fenyuan has a fixed supplier of ingredients, and the reason why Xia Muqi insists on coming to the vegetable market every day is to pass the time, and by the way, exercise and exercise, all as a walk.

“Grand-père，la crevette。 Zhang Guanghang gently tugged on Xia Muqi's sleeve and stretched out his hand to point to the live shrimp in the basin in front of a vendor selling aquatic products in front of him.

"Want to eat shrimp?" asked Xia Muqi.

Zhang Guanghang nodded.

"What else do you want to eat? Today is your birthday, you order food, as long as the master of the Master Club will cook it for you. Xia Muqi is rare in generosity and good temper, "Do you eat Wanfu meat? Today, Master will show you a hand and make you Wanfu meat for the court." ”

"Eat. Zhang Guanghang nodded, "There are also rock sugar gourds." ”

"I know, I won't buy you the rock sugar gourd when I go back, and the chicken that kills, you go and pick the ingredients for the chicken first, and then we will buy shrimp when we get back." Xia Muqi pressed the bridge of his nose with a little headache, he still hasn't figured out what to do with that chicken, "Then I'll take you to Tailor Zhao to make new clothes in the evening, your head is too fast, and the clothes you just made last month are short." ”

Listening to Xia Muyi's muttering and complaining, Zhang Guanghang showed a big smile at him and said loudly: "Grand-père, je t'aime!"

"It's quieter, I'm not too old to hear. What you just said, alas, forget it, go back next month, you tell your mother, don't just ask the tutor to make up that math and English...... Do you learn English? Also ask a Chinese teacher to supplement Chinese for you, and let me guess the meaning of your sentence in Chinese and French, I can guess that I will suffer this foreign crime when I am a lot older. Xia Muqi led Zhang Guanghang to buy the ingredients for Safuro chicken.

Jiang Feng was still standing next to the shrimp vendor stall in front of the flower lobster on the stall next to him, due to the difficulty of the ingredients and technology, Jiang Feng had never tried to bake lobster in soup, and he had never even seen a flower lobster.

It was not easy to see the one alive, although it was in his memory, Jiang Feng couldn't help but look at it twice.

"That pair of grandchildren just now had such a good relationship. A middle-aged man with glasses dressed as a scholar picks shrimp and talks to a hawker.

"Grandson, that kid is not his grandson, that's the apprentice he took in last year, Master Xia is a cook, the one from Kaifenyuan. Do you know Fen Garden? It's the private restaurant in the alley two alleys ahead. "The shrimp seller is obviously very familiar with Xia Muqi, and even Zhang Guanghang is his apprentice last year.

"Apprentice?" the middle-aged man was stunned, "That kid just said that grandpa, I love you." ”

This time, it was Jiang Feng's turn and the hawker were stunned.

"You still know French? You must have heard it wrong, the boy is his apprentice, not his grandson. "Hawker Road.

"How could I have misheard, the kid just said Grand-père, which means grandpa, and there is only one word in French......

Jiang Feng originally wanted to stay there and listen to the middle-aged man's explanation, but the invisible wall of air crashed into his back, knocking him directly to the ground.

As soon as they looked up, Zhang Guanghang and Xia Muqi had already walked away. Jiang Feng could only hurriedly get up and run forward, if he was hit by an air wall in the state of falling to the ground, this situation was no different from being tied to a chair and being whipped.

Jiang Feng hadn't experienced this feeling of being whipped by an air wall for a long time.

Running to catch up with Zhang Guanghang's pace, when Jiang Feng ran behind them, Xia Muxian was still saying that the Zhang Guanghang just mentioned had a French topic or two from time to time in Chinese.

"I've always heard of dragons and Pyles, what does that mean?" asked Shamuran.

“grand-père？”

"Yes, yes, that's it, what does this mean?"

Zhang Guanghang was silent for a moment and replied, "Master." ”

"Huh?"

"That's what Master meant. "Zhang Guanghang is categorical.

"In the future, I will call Master well, in words that I can understand, what kind of piece you call me, how do I know that you are calling me. Xia Muqi let go of Zhang Guanghang's hand, "Okay, let's go pick vegetables, show the stall owner what you want to buy, don't tell the French if you don't know what it's called." I went to the front to cut two pieces of pork belly, I just saw that the meat on the stall was quite fresh, it should have been killed this morning, something shouted at me. ”

After speaking, Xia Muqi walked towards the meat stall in front.

Zhang Guanghang nodded reluctantly and puffed up his face into a pufferfish.

Regarding this kind of blatant deception of the master's bad behavior, Jiang Feng could only say that Mr. Xia still suffered the loss of culture.

And it's a very sweet and happy loss.

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