Although Song Zixuan has never eaten the dishes made by Wang Chengyong.

But based on his knowledge of cooking and the precious kitchenware in his collection, you can know that his cooking skills are definitely not ordinary.

"It's really fresh, I don't usually see you cooking a dish, why do you think of discussing it with me today?"

Song Zixuan said and smiled and poured Wang Chengyong a glass of wine.

Wang Chengyong waved his hand: "Don't interrupt your kid, if you don't do it, I don't usually want to eat anything, but that night I suddenly remembered a dish." ”

"What dish?"

"Soup dumplings. ”

Burst!

Song Zixuan almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of wine, and said that it was dumplings for a long time?

"This ...... What is there to discuss about soup dumplings?"

"You kid knows a fart, this good soup dumpling is not easy to make, Lao Tzu on the market never eats it, and he doesn't try it. ”

Song Zixuan smiled: "Yes, I know a fart, I said it, so what are you talking to me about?"

"Don't talk nonsense, you ask you if you can afford you, think about it for me. ”

Wang Chengyong took a bite of cold vegetables, chewed and said: "Chinese people, especially in the north, pay attention to eating stuffing. ”

"There are all kinds of fillings, there are everything, the key is what kind of filling and what soup to match?"

Song Zixuan frowned slightly when he heard this: "Lord Wang, what are you...... What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, you know what I eat every day, drink some wine, eat some peanuts, and at most a bowl of noodles. ”

"This time, I suddenly want to eat dumplings, or soup dumplings, and when I am older, I want to have some thin. ”

"Hehe, normal dumplings are to eat dumplings dipped in vinegar, and finally have some dumpling soup, the original soup turns into the original food, is this not okay?"

Wang Chengyong shook his head and said: "This is an old stubble, and I am also exquisite, but I just want to eat soup dumplings recently." ”

"This ......"

Song Zixuan couldn't help grinning, he really didn't know how to say it, the reason was simple, there were no dumplings in the Qing Palace recipes......

"What is this, help me think about it, when the time comes, Lao Tzu will wrap it, please eat." ”

Song Zixuan smiled embarrassedly: "Come on, I really have to work hard for you for this dumpling." ”

Song Zixuan thought for a while and said: "Most of the soup dumplings are eaten in the south, and the north is mainly in the northwest. ”

"So I think that to make soup dumplings, you have to make them in the same way as southern or northwestern cuisine. ”

Wang Chengyong glanced at him: "It's useless to talk to the master, talk about the text, what kind of stuffing and what soup." ”

In fact, Wang Chengyong's words can be heard.

Soup dumplings, generally speaking, diners only pay attention to the filling, but ignore the taste of the soup.

Even if you pay attention, you won't think about whether this stuffing and soup are on the right path.

Song Zixuan thought about it, and suddenly remembered what the old man had said.

"The stuffing is fragrant with three fresh, but it is not as heavy as the flavor of leeks. ”

"You can't use vegetable leaves for this lightness, only the two kinds of stuffing are the lightest, green pepper and lotus root. ”

Thinking of Wang Chengyong's age, and having eaten countless delicacies, light must be the most right way.

Song Zixuan said: "Lord Wang, the filling is slightly light, green pepper or lotus root, thin meat filling with lotus root, fat with green pepper, greasy!"

Wang Chengyong nodded slowly: "It's a little interesting, continue." ”

"The lotus root must be thin, otherwise the meat will be more fragrant if it is fat, as for this soup...... Sour soup should not be used. ”

"Huh, but sour soup is considered mainstream, right?"

Song Zixuan smiled: "Yes, but the sour soup is greasy, and it seems to be sour and greasy, it is a stuffing with a heavy taste." ”

"But if the filling is light, the sour soup will undoubtedly add flavor and be counterproductive. ”

Wang Chengyong thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's what you mean, then what do you say is good to use?"

"The clear soup is not clear, the chicken hanging soup is delicious and fragrant, less green onions and more coriander, and finally it is served with white pepper!"

Song Zixuan said, all the cooking pictures flashed in Wang Chengyong's mind like a movie.

Soon, a smile appeared on Wang Chengyong's face.

"Okay, okay, boy, I've been very good lately, and I've thought about it enough. ”

Song Zixuan smiled: "Don't make fun of me, I'm just this little thing, and I can't compare with you." ”

"Don't pretend to be garlic with the master, but honestly, boy, the way you want to cook is not like your age, where did you learn it?"

Wang Chengyong said, taking a sip of wine: "With the master or with the recipe?"

"Huh? I ......"

Song Zixuan was obviously a little hesitant.

Externally, he rarely reveals that he is a teacher, even if there are seniors like Ling Zhen and Cheng Huaili who ask, he also says that his teacher is in seclusion.

But Wang Chengyong ......

The relationship was so close, he really didn't know what to say.

Talking nonsense, he will not lie to the prince, perfunctory...... He couldn't do it either.

After thinking about it, Song Zixuan said, "With Master." ”

"Who is your master, from the realm of Dumen?" asked Wang Chengyong casually.

"Well, my master lives by himself, and he usually doesn't let others disturb him. ”

Hearing this, Wang Chengyong looked at Song Zixuan: "Cao, what do you mean by this, kid? You still suspect that I will secretly apprentice at my age?"

"How can that, the main thing is that my master is so quiet, I'm not afraid that you are curious......"

Wang Chengyong sneered disdainfully.

"Praise you kid, you're still gasping? I just didn't know what to eat before I asked you, when I was apprenticed, your master hadn't been a cook yet. ”

Song Zixuan glanced at him, this old man was not afraid to flash his tongue when he spoke, compared to his age, Fang Jingzhi poked it, and he was almost a centenarian.

When you apprenticed, the old man was probably fifty or sixty years old.

"What? You still don't believe it? So, boy, I'm definitely not going to go to your master to challenge me, just tell me about it. ”

Seeing Song Zixuan's unwelcome expression, Wang Chengyong immediately said.

Song Zixuan raised his chin slightly: "Okay, okay, old man Wang, you can go home and eat dumplings, it's casual to come to me to drink, don't bother my master." ”

"Look at you...... I'm definitely not going to look for him. ”

Saying that, Wang Chengyong approached Song Zixuan: "Tell me, let's talk about it, I'm a good person, if you don't say it, I probably won't be able to sleep tonight." ”

Song Zixuan smiled when he heard this: "Then don't sleep, I definitely won't say it." ”

"Hey, you kid, you give me back the green iron frying spoon. ”

As he spoke, Wang Chengyong grabbed Song Zixuan's arm.

Song Zixuan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly hid back: "What...... What a stir-fry spoon, don't be funny, you don't have to take back what you gave someone, it's a joke!"

"If you say it's useless, either you tell me who your master is, or you can return all the woks to me. ”

Song Zixuan gasped: "I won't say it, I'm going to say that you are allowed to go." ”

"Who do you look down on? As long as your master stays with Dumen, he will definitely know me, and when the time comes...... Hmph, he still has to come and visit me!"

Seeing Wang Chengyong's arrogant face, as if he was telling the truth, Song Zixuan couldn't help but pout.

"Yo yo yo, look at your cow, you are the best, then don't even ask me who my master is!"

Wang Chengyong patted his chest: "In this way, you go back and tell him that I, who was called Wang Xiaospoon back then, said that I was a disciple of Li Chushen!"

"Chef Li, what are you doing?"

"Nonsense, what else can the kitchen god do?

Wang Chengyong glanced at Song Zixuan and said, "That's my master, who died in the first three years, and will live to be eighty now!" Song Zixuan smiled secretly, it seems that compared to my master, it seems that he is still a descendant, and the two of them are a lifetime apart.

"What's the matter, why am I still lying to you? You still don't believe it?" Wang Chengyong said.

Song Zixuan smiled: "It's not that I don't believe it, it's just ......"

As he spoke, he laughed again and shook his head: "Don't say it, don't say it." ”

The more Song Zixuan was like this, the more curious Wang Chengyong became.

He simply put down the chopsticks directly and moved the chair towards Song Zixuan.

"Boy, you are pretending to be a ghost, your master is still the national kitchen god?

Song Zixuan smiled and shook his head silently.

"Yes, forget it if you're afraid, I'll be your master and don't enter the stream, I'm afraid of being embarrassed if you say it!"

Wang Chengyong obviously saw that the soft grinding did not work, and he changed the radical method.

Song Zixuan is not in the trap.

"Yes, yes, I'm afraid of being embarrassed, so don't worry about it, drink your bar. ”

"Hey, why don't you kid get oil and salt? Go back and ask him if he knows me, Wang Xiaoscoop!"

Song Zixuan wanted to laugh, Wang Chengyong was old, and he was still ...... Return the king to the spoon...... This name is too cute for Nima.

Seeing that Song Zixuan still didn't speak, Wang Chengyong coughed lightly twice.

"Ahem...... So, I've got a little porcelain jar, a palace thing, if you're willing......"

"You've got to show me first!"

Song Zixuan said without thinking.

Wang Chengyong smiled: "Okay, no problem!"

Then Wang Chengyong took out his mobile phone and showed Song Zixuan a few photos.

Song Zixuan is definitely an expert in this regard, he, Wang Chengyong, and Mr. Fang all have a common hobby.

That's collectibles.

This thing is not in my hands to make money, it won't be sold, I just like it.

Looking at the photo, Song Zixuan could determine that it was something from the Qianlong period.

He raised his head and looked at Wang Chengyong: "Old man, this thing is yours?

Wang Chengyong frowned: "Who is the run?"

"Let's not be old enough to deceive people, swear?"

"What nonsense, Lao Tzu collected it more than ten years ago, if you hadn't forced Lao Tzu to this job today, I wouldn't have given it to you. ”

Song Zixuan smiled: "See people and goods?"

"As long as you tell me who your master is, I will give it to you, but it must be true, you can't make up a Zhang San and Li Si. ”

Wang Chengyong said.

"Haha, that's for sure, let you see it. ”

Song Zixuan, who was still very principled before, was really shaken when he saw this small jar.

"Cheng, then it's decided!"

That night, Song Zixuan went to Fangjing's house again.

The purpose is very simple, let Wang Chengyong meet, and then the small jar will belong to him.

And Song Zixuan also planned to ask the old man for advice, how to grow nine immortals.

If it works, you can use the beans more often in the future.

Tang Yaqi and the others were chatting outside, while Song Zixuan and the old man set up the wine table again.

Fang Jingzhi raised his eyes and looked at Song Zixuan: "Boy, drink with me for two days in a row, what kind of fart are you holding?"

"Hehe, grandpa is grandpa, I want to ask you about someone. ”

"Put!"

"Do you know Wang Xiaoscoop?"

Fang Jingzhi frowned when he heard this: "How do you know Lao Tzu, what kind of Wang Xiaospoon and Wang Xiaopu, don't you know ......"

Song Zixuan almost didn't laugh, Wang Xiaopu, this title should be known to Wang Chengyong, it is estimated that his face is red.

"Hahaha, do you know what Chef Li is?"

Hearing this name, Fang Jingzhi was slightly stunned.