Although Song Zixuan's words are not ambiguous, they are full of pampering.

And Tang Yaqi is also ten ** years old, just when the girl's heart is overflowing, where can she withstand this kind of favor.

For a while, Song Zixuan was a little taller in her eyes, making people feel trustworthy and dependent.

And Song Zixuan was even more intoxicated by Tang Yaqi's little princess-like temperament, seeing that he was stunned and didn't say anything, his heart also stirred up a thousand waves.

"Ahem...... You...... The nose is dirty. ”

I don't know how long, Song Zixuan coughed lightly and said.

Tang Yaqi only then reacted: "Ahhh......h

She wiped her nose with her hand, but she didn't wipe off the white pulp, Song Zixuan smiled, and raised her hand to wipe the white pulp off her nose.

Tang Yaqi only felt that her cheeks were hot, her whole face was red to the base of her neck, and she turned her head and walked downstairs.

"I'll take a look below......"

"Oh. ”

Looking at the design upstairs again, Song Zixuan walked downstairs.

At this time, the first floor was almost busy, several workers were cleaning, and Tang Yaqi was sitting at the table pressing the calculator, calculating the decoration cost.

"How is it, eldest miss, how much did it cost?" Song Zixuan sat at the table and said.

"Hehe, guess I'm a little money saver!"

Song Zixuan thought about it and looked at the changes upstairs and downstairs: "About 150,000, right?"

"Hahaha, it's only 40,000 yuan in total, it's amazing, right? Hurry, praise me again!"

Song Zixuan was really a little surprised, he looked around again: "Forty thousand yuan? No kidding, right? Yaqi, this ...... There won't be any quality problems, right?"

"You're a big-headed ghost, let me tell you, these materials are bought from my classmates, her family is a decoration city, all of them give me the cost price, and the decoration profit is really too big. Tang Yaqi said while calculating.

Song Zixuan smiled: "You are so capable, this has saved us at least tens of thousands of yuan." ”

"Anyway, my task is completed, Boss Song, it's up to you next!" Tang Yaqi said with a smile.

Song Zixuan nodded: "Don't worry, I'll call the former head chef of our big food generation to see if he can come over, if it works, then it will save recruiting workers." ”

"Okay, I'll try to hire a waiter again, but ...... Zixuan, aren't you too tired to run on both sides? After all, the Fortune Hotel is also bursting every day. Tang Yaqi said.

Song Zixuan thought for a while: "It should be okay, the Facai Hotel is more stable, that is, the emperor's fried rice, and let's find Fengyuan...... I'm planning to introduce new dishes. ”

"What's new?...... Five soups with golden scales?"

"That's right, after sinking for so long, it's time for the five soups to come out, and I'll spend more time researching new dishes when the time comes. ”

What Song Zixuan was thinking about was the third dish in the Qing Palace's recipe, Doulongmen.

For this dish, Old Man Fang has mentioned it before, but Song Zixuan has not been able to understand it, and he has not even touched the door.

In his opinion, it may be because he needs to improve his cooking skills more to better understand the dish of Doulongmen.

Increasing the number of times to make five soups is undoubtedly the best way to improve your cooking skills.

"Research new dishes, Zixuan, I think you can't be busier then, so there's nothing you can do?"

"Hmm, what can be done?" Song Zixuan said.

Tang Yaqi thought for a while: "For example...... Just like fast food, my family started as fast food, and later it has become convenience food, and fast food is a new benchmark for contemporary catering. ”

"Fast food, like instant noodles?" Song Zixuan really didn't think about this question.

"Yes, but the core of the technology is in your hands, and someone else is only responsible for brewing, heating or frying. ”

Song Zixuan thought for a moment and said, "But fried rice...... I don't know if it's okay. ”

"Zixuan, in fact, there is already a convenience food for fried rice, which has been fried, and then sealed, and then heated in the microwave when the time comes, I think ...... Actually, we can give it a try. ”

Song Zixuan nodded slowly when he heard this: "Although the emperor fried rice is different from other fried rice, I think it ...... You can discuss it with the old man, and if you can, I'll really save a lot of trouble. ”

"That's right, if that's the case, you can hand it over to the chef at the Fortune Hotel, otherwise it's too much of a toss. ”

Song Zixuan smiled bitterly, Tang Yaqi just knew that he was tossing on both sides of the Fortune Hotel and Xunfeng Garden, but he didn't know that there was also Qingyu Company.

He really had to find a way to get someone else to replace him, except for the piece about the core of cooking, he had to be liberated.

That night, before he went home, he went to Fangjing's house as usual.

Although he didn't come every day during this time, he was basically sure to come once every three days, and bought cooked food for the old man, and put some of it in the refrigerator.

Of course, he didn't forget to bring wine to the old man.

Since his high income, Song Zixuan has basically guaranteed the old man a bottle of Moutai every three days, so he will also find out if the old man steals wine, after all, Fang Jingzhi himself buys transparent bottles of two-pot heads.

Fortunately, it was early to go back today, and the old man had not rested yet, and he heard the sound of Peking Opera in the semiconductor from the courtyard.

Walking into the house and seeing the wine and leftovers on the table, Song Zixuan smiled: "Okay, grandpa, I didn't eat less today." ”

Fang Jingzhi slowly turned his head and glanced at Song Zixuan, didn't say anything, and continued to turn back to listen to Peking Opera.

Song Zixuan picked up the bottle and shook it, the wine had already bottomed out, but the time was just three days, he nodded.

Then, after tidying up the house, he sat down in front of the bed and said, "Old man, I want to ask you something." ”

Fang Jingzhi opened his eyelids and glanced at him: "Hurry up and get out of the way after you finish it, this is a loss of space...... Don't mess with me. ”

"Hehe, yes, then you listen first, I'll ask later. ”

After saying that, he got up and took the book from the old man's bookshelf and read it, and he didn't put the book down until he finished playing.

"Grandpa, I've heard this too, let's say a few words?"

"There's another case of Quanmei, I'm afraid you won't be able to ask about it today. "The Way of Fang Jing.

"Don't, don't mind, let's not have fun, I didn't mess with you. Song Zixuan said.

Fang Jingzhi shrugged his shoulders when he heard this: "Okay, okay, let's not meet you in general, you can say it." ”

"Old man, I've been busy with the hotel during this time, and I'm thinking about it...... Is there any way to mass-produce Imperial Fried Rice? ”

"Yes, isn't it fashionable to pack now? Why don't you also get a vacuum packaging?"

"I know this, but I'm wondering if there's a better way, after all, the reheating of vacuum packaging doesn't taste like that, and I'm like I don't have to teach others how to make fried rice, others can still make it." Song Zixuan said.

"Fart, who can make it without a recipe?" Fang Jingzhi said.

Song Zixuan thought for a while: "For example...... For semi-finished products, I made a kind of stuff bag, and someone else put the bag in it, even if it was ordinary fried rice, it could make the taste of imperial fried rice. ”

Hearing this, Fang Jingzhi fell silent, as if thinking, and Song Zixuan didn't bother.

For a moment, Fang Jingzhi said: "That can only ...... Rely on internal forces!"

"Internal force, old man, this ...... Isn't it only for fried rice that I can use?"

"Theoretically, this is true, but in fact, the internal force can also be released, when you gather the internal force, and then form a seal, and add the internal force to stir-fry when frying rice, the result is the same. ”

Song Zixuan frowned slightly when he heard this: "This sounds really complicated, but ...... How do I do this, old man?"

"It's actually beyond the scope of cooking, unlike cooking skills that can be taught, I'm afraid ...... It's up to you to try it yourself. "The Way of Fang Jing.

Song Zixuan thought for a while: "Try it yourself...... But I'm going in every direction. ”

"When you control the internal force fried rice, you are mobilizing the strength and qi in the body, in fact, the meaning is the same, you need to use your energy to release them outside, and then choose to seal them. ”

Song Zixuan felt confused, what was it all about, it seemed to be beyond his understanding of science.

"Heard?"

Song Zixuan nodded.

Fang Jingzhi smiled: "Sun Tzu, there are many things in this world that are beyond your cognition, but they are not non-existent, you have to try to know, and if you really learn this method of releasing true qi, it will also greatly enhance people's physique." ”

"Grandpa, is this the qigong I first thought it was?"

"That's pretty much? That's what people later gave it to do, but Qi art has been around since ancient times. ”

Then, after chatting with the old man for a few more words, Song Zixuan left.

When he got home, he kept thinking about it.

Internal force is released externally?...... Seal......

He didn't know how to do it, but like the old man said, try it!

He sat on the bed with his eyes slightly closed and began to meditate, and the reason for this meditation was that he felt that this way should be done not only in front of the stove.

So he chose to meditate, and began to look for the internal forces in his body in the most quiet state, and then, as Fang Jingzhi said, used his energy to force them out.

However, after a few attempts, let alone release, Song Zixuan couldn't even find the internal force.

Perhaps it is because he has formed a habit when he is fried rice, and every time he takes the spoon, the internal force has been habitually surging towards his arms and wrists.

Subsequently, Song Zixuan decided to go to the stove and light the stove fire to find the feeling, as long as he found that feeling, maybe he could also try to find the internal force at other times.

Sure enough, when the stove was turned on and Song Zixuan touched the frying spoon, the internal force obviously surged to his right hand.

"People have habits, and there are internal forces, and when habits are formed, it is not a problem to release them externally!" Thinking of this, Song Zixuan nodded.

Immediately, he lit and extinguished the fire many times, although he did not find the feeling of releasing internal force at will, but he had gradually figured out the direction of internal force.

After all, only by figuring out this can you find this power in your body without being in front of the stove.

"Xiao Er, why are you hungry at night?"

Han Rong suddenly pushed the door and walked in, startling Song Zixuan, and the frying spoon in his hand fell into the pot.

"Mom, you're scared to death. ”

Looking at the gas stove, Han Rong frowned: "What are you tossing?There is nothing in the pot, why are you lighting a fire?"

"I ...... Let's see if our pot is good, huh...... Not bad. ”

"If you're hungry, I'll fry two eggs for you, and if you're not hungry, go to bed quickly, and you'll have to go to the store tomorrow." ”

Song Zixuan looked embarrassed and left the kitchen immediately.

But at this moment, he suddenly had a feeling again.

Three people crammed into a bungalow is too crowded, maybe it's time to consider buying a house.