"What?

This time, Yang Xue really squirted out all the rice grains and shouted immediately.

Yang Xue looked at the reactions of Zhang Kui and the others, and then lowered her voice and said, "Dad, you don't have a fever, right? I just came back to make this joke with me?"

Yang Dazhui shook his head slowly and said with a smile: "I'm not joking, I'm serious, you think about it, Xiao Er's kid is good." ”

"Dad, you're having a convulsion, me and Xiao Er, how is it possible?"

"How is it impossible? Xiao Er, this kid is very good, isn't he worthy of you?" Yang Da Hammer said.

Yang Xue is really blind, in her opinion, Yang Dazhui is simply messing with the mandarin duck spectrum, no matter how good Song Zixuan is, he is a waiter, and even Zhang Kui can't compare, and she has just been admitted to university, and the future is bright, and the gap between the two is simply the difference between heaven and earth.

And even if she is looking for a boyfriend, she will not consider Song Zixuan, she looks forward to walking on the playground with her boyfriend on the campus of the university, and even if the other party is not a rich second generation, he should have a good family background, how can it not be Song Zixuan!

"Dad, just dispel this idea, I can't find a boyfriend now, even if I do, it can't be Xiaoer!" Yang Xue glanced at Yang Dazhui and said.

Seeing that his daughter was a little anxious, Yang Dazhui didn't say any more, he has two characteristics on weekdays, one is to pick the door, and the other is to dote on his daughter, especially Yang Xue is angry.

But of course he didn't plan to give up in his heart, although he was not a big entrepreneur, but with decades of business experience, he still had a vision, and he was aiming for Song Zixuan to be able to fry imperial fried rice, his potential was absolutely immeasurable.

After eating, Yang Xue's mind echoed Yang Dazhui's previous words, and she didn't understand what made her father have such an idea and match her baby girl to a restaurant worker......

"Dad, what's going on? In the past, you didn't have this attitude towards Xiao Er, you also said that I would be admitted to college and find you a golden beetle son-in-law, but today you actually let me ...... with Xiao Er" Yang Xue asked.

Yang Dazhui put the money into the money box and said, "Girl, if I say that Xiao Er is not what it used to be, he is a golden beetle son-in-law, will you believe it?"

"What do you mean?" Yang Xue's expression became serious and said.

"Xiao Er, this kid doesn't know where he learned a good craft, and he can fry the best fried rice, do you know what it means?" Yang Da Hammer said.

"The best fried rice, Dad, are you kidding me? How about a fried rice that is the best?"

"Oh girl, you still say that you know too little, in the catering industry, an excellent dish can make a three-story restaurant fire for ten years!" Yang Dazhui said, excited.

"But it's just a bowl of fried rice!"

"That's not ordinary fried rice, but imperial fried rice, I asked myself that I might not be able to fry it in this life, and this skill alone is enough for my master's generation." ”

Yang Da Hammer's words shocked Yang Xue, she knew that although her father opened a small restaurant, his cooking skills were by no means ordinary, and he could be equivalent to Yang Da Hammer's masters, this sentence was really heavy.

When her mother was still alive, she told her that Yang Dazhui was once a top chef in northern China, but he was ruined because he collected money and deliberately released water to the other party in the local chef competition, so he became a small boss in the Chunxiang Restaurant.

"Imperial Fried Rice ......"

"Girl, do you understand what Dad means?" Yang Dazhui said, there seemed to be a flame in his eyes, and Yang Xue could clearly see his longing for Song Zixuan.

Yang Xue was silent for a while, and nodded slowly: "Dad, what you said is true?"

"It's true. ”

"Okay, I'll think about it. ”

After speaking, Yang Xue exhaled deeply and casually found a place to sit down.

Yang Dazhui is an extremely smart person, and her daughter naturally has some brains, although she is small, she also understands that no matter how hard a woman works in this era, it is better to find a good man, but for Song Zixuan...... She was unprepared.

She had thought about finding a boy with an excellent family background in college, and she could enjoy Kuotai's life without working hard after graduation, but if Song Zixuan was really such a potential stock as Yang Dazhui said, it would naturally be an opportunity.

In Fang Jingzhi's small courtyard.

Fang Jingzhi sat on the bamboo chair and slowly shook back and forth, afraid of the cold night wind, Song Zixuan specially covered him with a thin blanket.

"Grandpa, I can't understand the things behind this recipe, what does it mean?" Song Zixuan asked with the recipe and smashing his mouth.

Fang Jingzhi smiled faintly: "Hey, Sun Thief, you can understand the recipe and have already shocked my grandfather, do you know how long it took the owner of this recipe to read the recipe?"

Song Zixuan looked at Fang Jingzhi with a puzzled look on his face and did not answer.

It took him four years to understand the first part of the recipe, and then he came up with five dishes after seven years of reading. ”

Hearing this, Song Zixuan was stunned, and a kind of respect immediately rose in his heart, and the tribute was not only to the original owner of the recipe, but also to this recipe.

"Four years...... Seven years ......," Song Zixuan muttered......

Fang Jingyi smiled: "That's right, so you kid still plans to read this recipe in one go?"

"Grandpa, I understand, I'll learn slowly. ”

"Hey, there are three possibilities for not being able to understand the following content, the first is that you are not calm and cannot concentrate on the content, the second is that your qualifications are limited, and it is already shit luck to be able to understand the initial content, and the third is ...... It's because you don't have a stable foundation and don't have much foundation in cooking at all, so you will naturally be slow to comprehend. ”

Song Zixuan nodded slowly: "Grandpa, you're right, I'm ...... Indeed, there is no foundation, and the mind is not still. ”

Hearing this, Fang Jingzhi snorted and laughed: "Boy, because of that golden jade fried rice?"

"Jinyu fried rice?" Song Zixuan was stunned, but he had never heard of this name, he only heard Yang Dazhui say that this was imperial fried rice.

"That's right, the first part of the recipe is about Jinyu fried rice, you should have understood it, right?"

"Yes, Grandpa, I...... Also did it twice. ”

Subsequently, Song Zixuan told Fang Jingzhi what had happened in the past few days.

Fang Jingzhi squinted his eyes slightly and muttered for a long time: "Hmm...... Yes, you can earn 80,000 yuan, hehe, you don't have to come to see me as an old man in the future. ”

"Grandpa, what did you say, I have to serve you no matter how much money I earn, I just want my mother to live a good life, if you don't let me go, I will refuse Lin Tiannan tomorrow. Song Zixuan hurriedly got up and said, with a serious face.

"Fart!" Fang Jingzhi glared violently, looking at Song Zixuan fiercely, in Song Zixuan's memory, grandpa never seemed to be in such a hurry.

"Grandpa, you ......"

"You don't make money, what do Lao Tzu take to drink good wine, you can't make a thing, three hundred and sixty lines, each line has a champion, which one is not to make money?"

Hearing this, Song Zixuan laughed: "Haha, grandpa, I didn't expect you to be a layman?"

"Nonsense, if Lao Tzu is not good, he will have to go hungry," Fang Jingzhi glanced at Song Zixuan, and then narrowed his eyes again, "But Sun Thief, you remember, if you plan to make money with this craft, you must first study cooking, don't think that a fried rice can support you for a lifetime." ”

"Grandpa, I understand!"

"Second, before you really show your strength, whoever asks you to fry must not show your hand, any treasure, if you have more, it will be worthless, and the same is true for cooking!" Fang Jingzhi said slowly.

Song Zixuan understood what his grandfather meant, telling himself that before going to Lin Tiannan, he would never make Jinyu fried rice for anyone again, and if he did more, no one would be rare, and he would probably not be worth the 80,000 monthly salary.

"I understand grandpa, don't worry, I won't do it for anyone else, and even if I go to Lin Tiannan, I will ask for as many copies as I can make every day. ”

Fang Jingzhi smiled when he heard this: "Goblin, goblin, I like your little rabbit cub's cleverness." ”

"Hehe, grandpa, I can't understand the following anyway, otherwise you can tell me about it. ”

"Fuck off, this thing must be understood by yourself, I won't tell you. ”

"Cut, stingy, Ming'er won't bring you wine. ”

"You kid try it, Lao Tzu tore this recipe up!" Fang Jingzhi said angrily.

"Don't, don't, don't, hehe, or ...... Grandpa, let's continue to tell the story of the last time, the Jianghu chef in the Yongzheng period opened eight restaurants in five years, all with that phoenix pattern fried spoon, what happened to this fried spoon. ”

"Hehe, do you want to hear it?" Fang Jingzhi picked up the wine bottle on the side and knocked on the bottle.

"Yes, I'll buy it for you tomorrow, can you tell me first?"

Fang Jingzhi chuckled: "It's okay, that phoenix pattern frying spoon...... Later, I didn't know, anyway, when I was thirty years old, I bought it for seventy dollars!"

"Seventy, what are you kidding, is it really fake? You take it out and I'll take it out for me!" Song Zixuan immediately became interested, he was already interested in old gadgets, and with kitchen utensils, he really couldn't wait.

Fang Jingzhi ignored it, got up and smiled: "Do you want to see it, when you kid comprehends the second dish of the recipe, I'll show you a look!"

After speaking, Fang Jingzhi turned on the semiconductor and staggered into the house.

Song Zixuan pursed his lips: "This old man is really stingy......"

Early the next morning, Song Zixuan arrived at the Chunxiang Restaurant, after all, he got up early in the morning to do the most work, picking vegetables, washing vegetables, and other chores were all his.

But to his surprise, Yang Dazhui arrived at the store early in the morning, you must know that he usually doesn't come every day, and even if he comes, it's after ten o'clock, he is not an early person.

"Xiao Er is here, have you had breakfast?" Yang Dazhui hurriedly asked when he saw Song Zixuan enter the door.

"Boss, not yet, I'll work first, and I'll eat when I'm done." Song Zixuan said.

"Don't, look, Xiaoxue boiled porridge at home in the morning, you come and taste it. Yang Dazhui said, Yang Xue had already come out of the back kitchen, and she was still holding a thermos bucket, and immediately filled a bowl for Song Zixuan.

"This ...... It's not appropriate, boss, Xiaoxue is back. Song Zixuan said.

"Well, this child has grown up, and he will come back as soon as he is on vacation, and he knows that he has helped the family, hehe, Xiao Er, Xiao Xue is a virtuous girl. ”

"Yes, yes, that's for sure. Song Zixuan smiled innocently, took the porridge and took a sip.

Yang Xue looked at Song Zixuan, her little face was slightly red: "Don't burn your mouth, Zixuan, is it still to taste?"

Song Zixuan was stunned, what's the matter? In the restaurant before, Yang Xue had never greeted him, let alone served him porridge and called him Zixuan......

On the side, Yang Dazhui nodded with satisfaction, the girl is still sensible......