Song Zixuan also felt that there were some ghosts, how could he say this, if usually, he wouldn't even dare to approach Zhang Kui's stove, but today...... I can't wait to make an egg fried rice.

"Okay, as long as you can relieve your fullness, thank you brother. The middle-aged man nodded and smiled, obviously hungry, just stuttering.

Song Zixuan then walked into the back kitchen, and he knew in his heart that it was because of reading that recipe that he wanted to scramble an egg fried rice so impulsively.

Turn on the stove, boil the oil, scrambled eggs, fried rice, all the processes are so ordinary, after all, this is a very ordinary food.

But when he was stir-frying, Song Zixuan was stunned, and the content of the recipe he had read before suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the recipe, the content of cooking and the content of qigong are intersected, the left page is cooking, and the right page is qigong, and it is precisely because of this that Song Zixuan thinks that this recipe is bound incorrectly.

At this moment, all the words seem to have been turned into pictures, so real, so profound, and the most important thing is that Song Zixuan feels that he has been uncontrollably driven by these pictures.

His eyes were fixed on the flames, then on to the wok, to the ingredients in the pot, and in his eyes, it seemed that ordinary eggs and rice were no longer ordinary, but foods that could be respected.

All the content turned into pictures and kept flashing in his mind, Song Zixuan felt a sense of overload that he had never felt before, but at this time, he couldn't refuse, and those contents simply took the initiative to occupy all his consciousness.

In a moment, the back kitchen was filled with the aroma of fried rice, even covering up the smell of old kitchen grease, and at the same time, Song Zixuan also exhaled deeply, feeling relieved, and put the fried rice on the plate.

He picked up the towel on the side and wiped the sweat on his face, only to find that his shirt was all soaked, and he couldn't figure out how a fried egg fried rice could make him collapse so much......

Standing in front of the stove for a few seconds, he walked out with a plate.

Seeing Song Zixuan holding a plate of fried rice, the middle-aged man looked a little surprised, and said, "Little brother, why is your fried rice so fragrant, I smelled it when you fried it just now." ”

"Hehe, maybe you're too hungry. Song Zixuan replied politely, but he was also surprised by this, he also smelled it when he fried rice just now, when it came to cooking, he definitely couldn't compare with Zhang Kui, but the aroma of the fried rice just now was more fragrant than any dish Zhang Kui had ever made.

The man didn't say anything, he just picked up the spoon and took a bite, when the food entered his mouth, the man was almost stunned, the plump rice grains and the greasy egg flowers all strongly stimulated his taste buds, as if every cell in his body was awakened and full of vitality.

He looked at the fried rice in front of him with a pair of eyes in disbelief, and then looked at Song Zixuan again.

"This ...... Did you fry it?"

Song Zixuan was stunned: "Eh, isn't it...... Doesn't it taste good?"

Song Zixuan is really a little weak-hearted, after all, he cooks for guests in the restaurant without authorization, which will smash the signboard of the Spring Fragrance Restaurant.

"No," the man looked at Song Zixuan in shock, "This is simply ...... This smell should only be in heaven......"

After saying that, he took a big bite and ate it, and soon, he was on the disc action.

Song Zixuan was stunned, this man was gentle and elegant, but he could actually gobble it up like this when he ate food, of course, he wouldn't feel that it was because the rice he fried was too delicious.

"Brother, how long have you been here?" the man put down the spoon in his hand, his face satisfied and happy.

"Ahh ”

"Hehe, it's really not easy for you to have such a craft at your age, how much does the store pay you?" the man asked.

Song Zixuan put away the plate and said, "Eight hundred yuan." ”

"What? a cook gets eight hundred dollars?" the man obviously didn't believe his ears, and the most important thing was ...... This is a chef with a taste sensation.

"What a chef, haha, I'm just a handyman, you sit, I'll go brush the dishes. ”

Song Zixuan said and walked to the back kitchen, but the man looked surprised, and said in a low voice: "This kind of craftsmanship is done with miscellaneous work, I Lin Tiannan dare not say that I have eaten all over the country, and I have tasted all kinds of delicacies, but I have never tasted such a perfect taste......

With that, he lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and fell into deep thought for a moment.

Lin Tiannan has been doing real estate for more than ten years, but he has long seen that the real estate industry in China is close to saturation, and the real industry that can be compared with the profits of the real estate industry is undoubtedly the catering industry.

When he first came up with the idea at the dinner table, one of his predecessors said that if he wanted to make a quick start in the restaurant industry and achieve his success in the real estate industry, he had to come up with amazing dishes, and this amazing degree could not be less than a point.

Then Lin Tiannan asked why it was amazing, the predecessor said that there is only one such precedent, a cook during the Republic of China, with a fried rice all over the country, so that people who have eaten it can't stop, and even no longer think about other delicacies, the chef introduced this craft is ancestral, his grandfather once fried this kind of fried rice for the emperor in the palace dining room, so he named it Emperor Fried Rice!

But the emperor fried rice only came out for half a year, or the cook made a lot of money, or was excluded by his peers, and then there was no more emperor fried rice.

Thinking of this, Lin Tiannan even linked the fried rice he had just eaten with the imperial fried rice, although he had never tasted the imperial fried rice, but the taste was already unpickable, could it be ...... Is this really a coincidence?

Soon, Song Zixuan walked out, and Lin Tiannan said, "Little brother, settle the account." As he spoke, he touched his pocket, but immediately showed an embarrassed look.

Song Zixuan naturally saw that he shouldn't have brought any money, and said with a smile: "Forget it, just a fried rice, just come next time." ”

Lin Tiannan's heart was warm when he said this, listening to such simple words, and then looking at Song Zixuan's simple smiling face, he smiled: "Okay, you can invite me to this meal, but don't worry, I will come again." ”

"Okay. ”

"By the way, you still don't know your brother's surname?"

"My name is Song Zixuan!" Song Zixuan was a little stunned, after all, no one had ever respected him so much since he was a child......

"Well, good name. After speaking, Lin Tiannan turned around and walked out of the restaurant.

Watching Lin Tiannan leave, Song Zixuan estimated that Zhang Kui would not come back, and then closed the store before going home.

Song Zixuan grew up with his mother since he was a child, and he has an older sister at home, but her sister works in other places and doesn't come back often.

Since he was a child, he heard his sister say that his father didn't want them anymore, and he also heard his mother say that his father was a gentle man and had a sense of responsibility, but as for what the truth was, he didn't know, after all, ...... I don't even have any impression of my father.

When he got home, after a few simple bites, Song Zixuan fell asleep, but he still didn't feel sleepy after lying on the bed for more than an hour.

What had just happened reproduced in his mind repeatedly, Song Zixuan felt that he had never experienced such a miraculous thing, a yellowed recipe, an ordinary egg fried rice, but he tossed and turned......

He looked at his watch, although it was almost eleven o'clock, he still got up and got dressed, and decided to go to Old Man Fang's house to take another look at the cookbook, otherwise it would be absolutely difficult to sleep this night.

After buying a bottle of wine for fifteen yuan, Song Zixuan went directly to Fang Jingzhi's small courtyard, the courtyard was not big, and Song Zixuan usually cleaned up.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Song Zixuan showed a wicked smile, opened the cap of the wine bottle, and blew in the direction of the house while walking slowly.

Soon, Fang Jingzhi's voice came from the house.

"Hmm...... Grandson, it's fifteen yuan, you kid is exquisite!"

Song Zixuan laughed, walked into the door and said, "Haha, grandpa, I admire your dog's nose, it's really a spirit." ”

"Fart, you kid put down the wine, and get out!" Fang Jingzhi scolded.

"Ahh

Hearing this, Fang Jingzhi was silent for a few seconds, and then smiled: "Hehe, the dare is for my cookbook, not for my grandfather." ”

Fang Jingzhi naturally said this on purpose, after all, when he saw that Song Zixuan had the talent to understand recipes, he was sure that this kid would definitely come tonight.

Song Zixuan smiled, walked to the bed, put the wine on the wine table, and said, "How can it, I just look at you, and by the way, I will read the recipe." ”

"Virtue, little rabbit, are you still going to get your grandfather to come back and bring some peanuts, do you hear?"

"Well, I'll bring you a roast chicken. ”

After speaking, Song Zixuan picked up the recipes on the bookshelf and read them, he didn't rush to flip back, but read the content he read again in the evening, after all, tonight's egg fried rice surprised him too much.

Especially when he saw the content of qigong, he nodded secretly, that's right, just when he was frying rice, it was these contents that appeared in front of him.

"Grandpa, this qigong ...... Is it really part of the recipe?"

Fang Jingzhi glanced at him: "What qigong...... That's the internal force cultivation of cooking. ”

"Internal force, what kind of thing, martial arts novels?" Song Zixuan said.

"You don't know anything, the internal force is just a martial arts novel? A chef, if you only rely on ingredients to cook, how can you talk about cooking? The same ingredients, why can two chefs make two flavors? Is it an ingredient and a heat?" Fang Jingzhi said, slowly shaking his head.

"Yes...... Internal force?" Song Zixuan's expression was obviously a little incredulous, after all, this was too far from his previous understanding.

"Internal force is actually a breath, a force, when the gas arrives, the force will also arrive, no matter what the ingredients and ingredients are, without this force, after all, it is an ordinary dish, this is the breath of internal practice. Fang Jingzhi said and took a sip of wine.

Song Zixuan was silent for a long time, thinking back to the old man's words and the content of the recipe, indeed, when he fried rice today, there was a strange power, and that power was obviously difficult for him to control, so he collapsed to sweat profusely.

Then, he looked at these contents again and again, and found that he had a new understanding of these contents, and these contents really seemed to have become pictures, flashing in front of his eyes over and over again, and his impression became deeper.

Seeing Song Zixuan's serious appearance, Fang Jingzhi didn't bother him anymore, but showed a look of relief, and said to himself in a voice that could almost only be heard by himself: "Boy, can you understand it...... It's up to you to make it. ”

You must know that the Fang family passed down this recipe, no one can understand a thing or two, until Fang Jingzhi can understand the content of the recipe back then, which almost excites his father, but it is a pity that with his talent, he has only understood the first half, and now looking at Song Zixuan, he really hopes that a miracle will happen.

After speaking, Fang Jingzhi leaned aside, a shallow snoring sounded, and Song Zixuan continued to look at the recipe.

If it was usual, he would have rested at ten o'clock in the evening, but today somehow it was like a chicken blood, no sleepiness, all his energy was poured into the recipe, and the repeated reading of the previous part almost made him memorize it completely.

That night, Song Zixuan didn't leave Old Man Fang's house until after two o'clock, went home to rest, and when he got up the next day, it was almost difficult to open his sleepy eyes......

However, as soon as he entered the door of the restaurant, Song Zixuan instantly became energetic, and Zhang Kui, who was walking towards him, looked angry and pushed Song Zixuan's chest.

"Little thing, you moved my stove last night?"

Song Zixuan sobered up all of a sudden, indeed, he moved the stove, not only that, but he also fried a magical fried rice, but in the face of Zhang Kui, he really didn't dare to admit it, after all, this guy is very strong, and he scolds when he opens his mouth, and it is not new to beat people with his hands......

In contrast, Song Zixuan was much thinner, stood there stunned for a moment, and said, "I...... Last night......"

At this time, a man in his fifties walked out of the bar, the man was round and chubby, and he still had two small mustaches on his lips, it was Yang Dazhui, the owner of the Chun Xiang Restaurant.

Yang Dazhui looked at Song Zixuan with a gloomy face, and said, "Little Er, I've been working here for a year, why don't you have any rules?"

Because the neighbors all know that Song Zixuan has a sister at home, everyone who knows him well calls him Xiaoer.

"I ......" Song Zixuan's face flushed slightly, and he really didn't know how to explain, because he knew that no matter what the reason, Zhang Kui would never allow others to touch his fried spoon.

"I think he just doesn't clean up!" said Zhang Kui, raising his hand and hitting it.

Song Zixuan subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and at the same time took a step back with his body, but at this moment, he felt as if there was a wall behind him, which was very solid.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Song here?" a confident voice came from behind him.