"Advanced Xianyang is the king, and then go to Xianyang to support the court!"

The old-fashioned semiconductor accompanied by the murmur, released an excerpt from the Peking Opera "Xiao He Yue Chasing Han Xin", the old man has all white hair, wearing an old man's shirt, and is half leaning on the bed at this time, slowly shaking his head, for people of this age, listening to Peking Opera seems to be the most enjoyable thing.

"Grandpa, it's time for you to change this semiconductor. ”

Song Zixuan said with a smile while cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

The old man opened his eyelids slightly and glanced at him, ignored it, and continued to close his eyes and shake his head to listen to Peking Opera.

Song Zixuan also smiled and didn't say anything.

He often comes to the old man's house to clean up, the old man's name is Fang Jingzhi, a native of Yanjing, he is a lonely old family, Song Zixuan has never seen his wife since he was a child, he only heard that he died when he was young, and the old man did not continue to be virtuous.

Fang Jingzhi is also Shinto, often saying that his ancestors were in the Qing Dynasty to serve the palace, and his grandfather also served as the head of the imperial dining room, although no one believes it, but the old man is over eighty years old, and no one in the street will compare with him, so he just thinks it is.

After cleaning up, Song Zixuan set up the table and put it on the wall, and looked at the bookcase on the side, Fang Jingzhi's books, Song Zixuan has read almost all of them, they are all some history books that cannot be seen on the market, and I don't know whether they are official history or wild history, in short, it is very interesting.

These books are all of some ages, and some are even vertical, Song Zixuan is also very regular, and after reading it, he will put the old man back in the original place of the bookshelf, so Fang Jingzhi's house has always been neat and tidy.

Just as he was about to leave, Song Zixuan's gaze suddenly stopped on a yellowed book on the shelf, he frowned slightly, this book ...... I don't think I noticed it before.

The book is thin, sandwiched between two books, and due to the severe yellowing of the pages, it is also very obvious from the side, and it seems to be older than Fang Jingzhi's other books of age.

Because he often came, Song Zixuan was not polite, and reached out and took down the book, perhaps because of too much time, the cover of the book was gone, the paper was very brittle, and the margins fell into wavy shapes, but because of this, Song Zixuan was even more curious, and carefully opened it to read.

Fang Jingzhi noticed Song Zixuan's actions, and suddenly became serious: "Sun thief, put the book down for me!"

"Hey, look at your stingy appearance, buy you wine every day and clean up the house, I can't take a look at it yet?" Song Zixuan said.

Fang Jingzhi's expression was still serious: "I'll let you put it down!"

This time, the tone was obviously serious, but Song Zixuan didn't care, after all...... He was too familiar with this old man, and his relationship with his own grandfather was almost the same, so he ignored Ben and continued to read it.

"Grandpa, this is ...... Recipes?"

Hearing this, Fang Jingzhi's expression suddenly became shocked, and his tone changed from serious just now to surprise: "You...... What do you say? Can you tell it's a cookbook?"

"What you said, I work in the Spring Coriander Restaurant every day, and I don't know the recipes yet?"

Fang Jingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Song Zixuan again, as if he ...... I have known each other for more than ten years, and today I can get to know this little guy again.

There was still a noisy Peking Opera in the semiconductor, but Fang Jingzhi seemed to be still, without saying a word, just looking at Song Zixuan, and the latter was the same, looking at the book without saying a word.

After a long time, Song Zixuan gasped: "It's weird in this book, it seems to be a recipe, but it's ......"

"But what?" Fang Jingzhi asked nervously.

"I can't tell, grandpa, what's the name of this book? Why doesn't it even have a cover?"

Hearing this, Fang Jingzhi took a deep breath: "This book ...... It's been more than 300 years, how can I still keep the cover, if the paper is not good, and the preservation is good, I'm afraid the book will become powder. ”

"Three hundred years, grandpa, don't you want to say that this book was left by your ancestor from the Qing Palace?"

Fang Jingzhi glanced at him: "Boy, those grandsons outside don't believe me, and you don't believe it either?"

It's not that I don't believe it...... It's just that...... But grandpa, the stories you told about the chefs are really good, like the real thing. ”

"I'm going to be true, can I still lie to you, grandpa?" Fang Jingzhi said angrily.

"Yes, if I don't say it, I know that if you don't agree with you, you will have to scold. Song Zixuan shrugged his shoulders and said.

Fang Jingzhi slowly leaned back on the couch, picked up the white bottle and took a sip of the second pot head in his hand: "You kid, tell me, what do you see from this book." ”

Song Zixuan frowned slightly and thought for a while: "Hmm...... Grandpa, this book is a bit messy, it says cooking in the front, but it is written and written that it has become a practice of qigong again, is it a mistake when binding?"

Hearing Song Zixuan's words, Fang Jingzhi's heart was shocked again, he could really understand this book?

Song Zixuan has loved reading since he was a child, especially his history books here, most of which are ancient texts, so it is not uncommon to be able to understand ancient books, but this book is ...... Even he was able to understand one or two under the guidance and explanation of his predecessors, and this kid's talent is simply incredible.

"Hehe, you want to be a cook?"

"Yes, of course I do!" Song Zixuan suddenly got up and said.

Song Zixuan's family background is not good, he dropped out of junior high school for more than a year, and later worked in the back kitchen of the Chunxiang restaurant at the mouth of the alley.

Fang Jingzhi also seemed to have thought that Song Zixuan would answer like this, and smiled proudly: "Okay, read this recipe, I promise you can be a cook." ”

"Really, this book was given to me?" Song Zixuan said excitedly, not to mention being a cook, the content of this book alone made him look addicted.

"But ......"

"But?" Song Zixuan looked puzzled, he knew that although the old man was old, he was often naughty, and he must have some bad ideas at this time.

"This book can only be read from me, and every time you come, you must bring me a bottle of wine!" Fang Jingzhi turned off the semiconductor, obviously ready to negotiate.

"What?" Song Zixuan was stunned, he naturally knew that the old man loved to drink, but they agreed on a bottle every three days, after all, he was over eighty years old, and he would definitely not be able to bear so much wine, who knew that this old naughty boy actually used wine as a bargaining chip.

"No, grandpa, we agreed on a bottle of wine for three days!"

"Well, since you don't agree, then forget it, put the book down to grandpa, and you can go. ”

After speaking, Fang Jingzhi lay down and turned around, obviously eating Song Zixuan.

Song Zixuan took a deep breath, and said in his heart that even if he is not a cook, he can't get used to this old naughty boy, after all, grandpa is old, and his body is the most important, so he will definitely have something to do if he is so used to it.

"Okay, then when I have no fate with this book, grandpa, you rest. ”

After speaking, Song Zixuan put down the book and walked outside, but Fang Jingzhi immediately turned around: "Sun thief, let's discuss?"

Song Zixuan held back his joy and came out: "There's no negotiability, I don't want to be a cook and drink you to death again." ”

"Is it okay to have a bottle every two days?"

"Don't bargain, it's a big deal, I won't look at it!" As he spoke, Song Zixuan's feet stepped out of the door.

"Is it okay to change the wine for fifteen yuan a bottle?" Fang Jingzhi said again.

Song Zixuan was so happy, he turned around and knelt down on one knee to the old man, and said, "Come on, let's drink fifteen tomorrow!"

After speaking, Song Zixuan left, because the next day was Saturday, and the restaurant would be busy, so he would go to the restaurant every Friday night to follow the work.

Watching Song Zixuan leave, Fang Jingzhi smiled helplessly: "Hehe, this little rabbit cub is better than my grandfather!"

Leaving the old man's house, Song Zixuan was thinking about the recipe he had just read all the way, although he had only read a few pages, but the content was replayed in his mind for a long time.

The first dish of the recipe is laughable, it is a bowl of egg fried rice, and the cooking process is not unusual, but in Song Zixuan's eyes, it feels like a movie, all the pictures are in front of him, looking at that bowl of fried rice, it is simply fascinating.

But what is the content behind that that seems to be practicing qigong?

Although he didn't know much about qigong, looking at the words "dantian", "breath" and "meditation", Song Zixuan was the first to think of Huaxia qigong.

"Do you want to practice qigong and stir-fry at the same time?" Song Zixuan muttered to himself, but soon laughed, this is too.

As soon as he arrived at the restaurant, chef Zhang Kui said with a dark face: "Why is it so late, there is so much work waiting for you to do!"

"I helped Grandpa Fang clean up the house just now!"

As he spoke, Song Zixuan went into the back kitchen, but he still heard Zhang Kui continue to say: "If you don't do your job all day, you deserve to do chores, and you go to serve the old man who doesn't matter, your brain is in water!"

Song Zixuan didn't pay attention to it, usually Zhang Kui's attitude towards him was like this, he counted it when he opened his mouth, and sometimes he scolded and scolded, he was used to it.

Although he doesn't like Zhang Kui, how can a miscellaneous person be qualified to argue with the chef?

After scolding for a while, Zhang Kui raised his voice and said: "Boy, wash the vegetables and put them in the refrigerator, and the chicken is chopped into pieces, I'll go to the thatched house!"

"Got it. ”

Song Zixuan naturally knew that Zhang Kui was lazy and piled up all the work for him, but he was also used to it and would not complain.

He prepared all kinds of ingredients and put them in the refrigerator, and was about to sit and rest for a while, when he saw a middle-aged man walk into the restaurant.

The middle-aged man looks very gentle, his parted hair and temples are slightly white, his trousers are neat, his lapel T-shirt is neatly placed in his pants, and his smile is very kind.

Looking at this middle-aged man, Song Zixuan said in his heart that this person is really stylish, but he definitely doesn't live in this generation, and the neighborhood is relatively marketable, so he has never seen a person with this temperament.

"Hehe, little brother, can you stir-fry me a dish?" the middle-aged man began.

"I'm sorry, we're closed, you can go somewhere else. Song Zixuan said politely.

In fact, even if the door is not closed, no one will fry him when the cook Zhang Kui is not there, and Zhang Kui never lets others touch his stove.

"This ...... I see that the restaurants in the neighborhood are closed, you see......"

Seeing the appearance of the middle-aged man, Song Zixuan didn't want to refuse, but even if he could, he didn't dare to touch Zhang Kui's stove.

Just as he was embarrassed, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Can I make you an egg fried rice?" Song Zixuan said.