Indeed, this was not thought of by Rakishius.

According to common sense, sleeping in the middle of the day is undoubtedly a lazy performance.

And the current laziness of the war obviously comes from being confident.

Especially for a very famous chef like Song Zixuan, it is not unusual for Rakishius to think so.

It's just that after listening to Hunt's words, he does feel that there are some possibilities.

"You mean...... Song Zixuan deliberately practiced cooking at night and rested during the day.

Hunter said, "I'm just saying it casually. ”

Rakishius shook his head slowly: "No, what you said is possible, in this way, Hunter, we will go to that place again tomorrow, no matter what, I will also try the strength of this Song Zixuan." ”

Rakishius suddenly had a feeling of wanting to fight.

Regardless of his luck, the feeling of this speculation made him feel terrible.

He spends every day judging Song Zixuan's strength, and this feeling is simply a torment.

......

Song Zixuan did not go to the back kitchen after that, but kept studying the recipe in the office.

Not only did he reach a new level of understanding of Doulongmen, but he also read through some information about fire control.

I'm afraid that this information still needs to be practiced and understood, but being able to read some of it, Song Zixuan is still quite satisfied.

At six o'clock in the morning, Song Zixuan finished meditating and went to the back kitchen again.

Planning to make a Doulongmen and send it to the old man, Fang Jingzhi gets up at about six o'clock every day, and he is ready to send it over now, the time should be just right.

In more than ten minutes, Doulongmen came out of the pot, and Song Zixuan immediately asked Fang Rui to drive him to the old city.

After getting out of the car, he went straight to Fangjing's house.

Most of the people near Song Zixuan's house are the unemployed and unemployed, so at this time, there are almost no people in the alley.

Most of the residents are sleeping, so it's quiet.

However, when he walked to the door of Fang Jingzhi's house and heard the familiar sound of Peking Opera, Song Zixuan smiled.

Walking in the door, Song Zixuan shouted: "Old man, old man, have breakfast!"

Soon, Fang Jingzhi's voice came from inside.

"It's a pity that the good dishes are packed in plastic boxes, how many times have I told you, good dishes can't be stuffy, especially this Doulongmen ......"

Hearing this, Song Zixuan was stunned, this old man's nose is really smart.

What kind of dish can you smell through the packing box and plastic bag?

But it's not surprising when you think about it, this Doulongmen is originally full of vegetables, plus the old man can smell the degree and brand of the wine from several meters away, and it is not fresh to smell Doulongmen.

"Okay, grandpa, you can smell it in the courtyard?"

Fang Jingyi smiled: "Boy, okay, the taste of the dish is right this time, it's a pity that this packaging is ......"

"Hey, grandpa, you can make do with it, I forgot to send you breakfast in a hurry, so I'll get a thermos flask for you tomorrow!"

Fang Jingzhi shook his head: "I can't eat it, let's talk about it tomorrow." ”

"Don't ...... Don't, old man, how about you try it, I got you one early in the morning, you have to see my hard work. ”

As he spoke, Song Zixuan set up a small table for Fang Jingzhi, put the lunch box on it and opened the lid.

The moment the lid of the box was opened, the whole room was immediately filled with the aroma, if it weren't for the fact that there was no one outside in the early morning, I am afraid that everyone passing by would have to come in and take a look at what was so delicious.

"Come, come, old man, hehe, what do you mean. ”

Song Zixuan handed the chopsticks to Fang Jingzhi with both hands.

can make him like this, except for Han Rong, I'm afraid there is only Old Man Fang.

Fang Jingzhi glanced at him and couldn't help sighing: "Take a bite...... What's the point? The smell of this dish is ruined by the plastic box, just like a hooligan who has played with a girl, I don't want it!"

Burst!

"I said old man, you are so old, you can't be civilized in your mouth, can this be compared?"

Fang Jingzhi didn't bother to pay attention to his words, and said, "Anyway, Lao Tzu can't swallow it." ”

"What about me...... If you don't eat it, I'll pour it. ”

Song Zixuan was about to pick up the box as he spoke, but Fang Jingzhi spoke.

"It's a pity to throw it away, or ...... You pour me a glass of wine, and I'll go well? ”

Song Zixuan glared at Fang Jing fiercely, okay, this old man is waiting for him here?

"Come on, you dare to love you just want to drink, no, grandpa, this early morning drinking hurts your stomach. ”

"Hurt a fart, do I know or do you understand? How old am I? I'm not dead at this age, Maliel's, pour wine. ”

Fang Jingzhi said, and then put on a posture and prepared to drink and eat.

"No, then you better not eat it, I'll pour it, I'll order you a fried rice at noon, and you can go to the bar slowly." ”

After Song Zixuan finished speaking, he buckled the lid of the box, and then turned around and walked outside.

"Sun thief!"

Hearing this, Song Zixuan stopped and showed a smile that was not easy to find.

"Put it back first, you kid has been in a bad temper lately, and you'll lose your temper with Lao Tzu when you make some money!"

Song Zixuan hurriedly smiled: "Hehe, how can it, grandpa, what you said, come, eat it while it's hot." ”

Fang Jingzhi glared at him fiercely: "You really don't want to drink?"

"That's pretty ungive. ”

Fang Jingzhi ran out of ruts, picked up the chopsticks and tasted them.

The moment he entered, he looked at Song Zixuan: "Boy, the pot is good." ”

Song Zixuan was stunned: "Hmm, can you eat a wok? Let's stop kidding, this is too." ”

Fang Jingzhi smiled: "Silly boy, whose tongue can taste the pot, but the taste of this fish is very tender, it is by no means something that can be made by ordinary iron pots, the high temperature resistance of the pot body, coupled with the effect produced by cold and heat stimulation, will directly affect the quality and taste of the meat." ”

Song Zixuan nodded slowly: "That's it, hey, grandpa, you just think it's good." ”

"Didn't bring a piece of rice for your grandfather?"

"How can I, I'll get it for you. ”

Song Zixuan brought a piece of rice, but in fact, he was going to prepare it, the old man has an average appetite now, and he doesn't eat staple food many times, just drink some wine.

Unexpectedly, a Doulongmen made him appetizing, which gave Song Zixuan a sense of accomplishment, which greatly exceeded that when Ling Zhen tasted the five soups.

Fang Jingzhi rarely had a serious meal, and he ate a small half box of rice.

This amount of food is not simple for an old man in his nineties.

Among them, he tried to ask Song Zixuan for wine a few times, but he was refused, and Fang Jingzhi had to shake his head again and again, saying that it was a pity to have such a good dish.

Song Zixuan smiled and told him that he could drink wine, but he would only eat one meal a day, and if he wanted to eat food, he would have it at any time.

Fang Jingzhi smiled at this time.

Overall, Fang Jingzhi's evaluation of this Doulongmen is a rare high.

When the emperor fried rice, Fang Jingzhi didn't taste it, but just smelled it and said it tasted good.

When the golden scales were five soups, the old man barely tasted it, but it was only a little affirmation.

But the dragon gate......

In Fang Jingzhi's words, the fish has been made to the extreme, and the seasoning is just right, and the auxiliary ingredients taste quite good!

Song Zixuan didn't dare to think of such an evaluation, and immediately felt flattered.

Subsequently, Fang Jingzhi asked Song Zixuan to pour the remaining Doulongmen into the soup bowl, and eat it hot again when he was hungry in the afternoon.

Song Zixuan naturally did the same, and simply cleaned up the house.

"Grandpa, I'll go back and find someone to serve you. ”

In fact, Song Zixuan has mentioned this topic several times, but each time it has been refuted by Fang Jingzhi.

Fang Jingzhi thought for a while and nodded slowly: "It's okay." ”

"Yo, yes?"

"Sometimes I'm bored, find someone smart, like you. ”

Song Zixuan glanced at him: "How can there be a man who does this business, and I don't worry, in case of bad intentions or something, I'll find you a little girl when I go back." ”

Fang Jingzhi looked straight ahead, but did not respond, which can be regarded as acquiescence.

Subsequently, Song Zixuan left and returned to Xunfeng Garden by car.

It was ninety o'clock, and Xunfeng Yuan also started to work.

As soon as he walked to the door, he saw Yuwen Xiao standing outside the door, and Song Zixuan remembered the agreement to drink Gu Xiaobao yesterday.

He smiled: "Yuwen, you came early enough." ”

"Second master, Xiaobao said that I should handle the company's affairs yesterday, come over early this morning, and do it according to your working hours here in the future. ”

"Hehe, it's not that strict, let's go in. ”

The three of them went directly to Song Zixuan's office, and Fang Rui also made a pot of tea for Song Zixuan first.

Song Zixuan said: "Yuwen, it's actually good for you to come here, you can chat with Ruizi more, right?" I know that you two actually have a good relationship." ”

Hearing this, Yuwen Xiao and Fang Rui glanced at each other, and the two people who usually had indifferent expressions both smiled, somewhat sympathizing with each other.

"Yes, Second Master. ”

Song Zixuan nodded: "Okay, Ruizi, Yuwen just came, you two have breakfast in the store, let's go to the private room next door." ”

"Okay, second master, I'll go buy some breakfast. ”

Song Zixuan raised his hand: "Let's eat in the store, there is still a task today." ”

"Huh?" the two looked at Song Zixuan at the same time.

"Ruizi, yesterday Rakishius came, and I asked you to welcome him in, but today ...... If he comes again, even if you and Yuwen fight, you can't let them in, understand?"

"Ah, second master, this ...... Why? They came yesterday and will come today?" Fang Rui couldn't help but ask.

Song Zixuan smiled: "Just do it, I'll sleep for a while." ”

Then, the two walked out of the private room, Yuwen Xiao obviously didn't know what was going on, Fang Rui told him about yesterday's incident.

Both of them didn't seem to understand what Song Zixuan was going to do when he fell to the ground.

The kitchen casually made some food, and Fang Rui took Yuwen Xiao to eat in the private room, and the two chatted at the same time.

But at about half past ten, Fang Rui saw the Dodge business car driving in front of Xunfeng Garden again.

"My second master is really a god, and he is accurate again, why is this grandson still here today?"

Yuwen Xiao also looked over: "The car, then let's go down!"

After that, the two wiped their mouths, and then walked downstairs and walked out of Xunfeng Garden directly, guarding the door like a door god.