Zhan Lu looked at the entry on Ming Yijun's finger, and her eyes widened in surprise:

"Eggs?"

Ming Yijun nodded:

"Yes, it's eggs. ”

Zhan Lu sticks out her tongue:

"Eggs who won't do. Scrambled eggs or something, I sell more than ten or twenty servings a day. ”

Ming Yijun smiled:

"Eggs are simple, but they are not easy to make. If the basic skills are not solid, the decision will not be good. You've been running a shop for many years, but you don't have much training. I start with a basic egg and am most suitable now. ”

Ming Yijun's words have always been very reasonable, Zhan Lu Zhan Lu read Ye Mengniang's notes, and in Ye Mengniang's notes, the practice of eggs occupies several pages. Ye Mengniang said in her notes that she likes eggs very much. Expensive ingredients can make amazing flavors, but most people can't taste them. However, the deliciousness of fresh, ordinary ingredients is something that everyone can enjoy. If you can develop a good way to develop ordinary ingredients, you can enjoy the deliciousness even by ordinary people. Sometimes, ordinary ingredients can even taste better than expensive ones.

Ye Mengniang is an excellent chef, no matter what kind of ingredients can be turned into rare delicacy in her hands. Ye Mengniang could have stayed in the capital or other prosperous places to work as a chef in the home of dignitaries, but she finally chose to return to Qingping County and open this small wine shop, making their favorite dishes with the most ordinary ingredients for the most ordinary people in her hometown.

Zhan Lu has always wanted to be the best chef she can be. At first, she just wanted to defeat Chun Niang across the street, but later, she realized that it was not a big deal to defeat Chun Niang, and hoped that she could revive the family liquor store. She had never thought about these things that Ye Mengniang had thought about.

At this time, she saw Ye Mengniang's notes, which seemed to open a new world for her. Ye Mengniang's notes recorded countless ingredients, many of which she had only seen when she arrived in the capital, and some of which she had never heard of. But what Ye Mengniang values most is always the most ordinary food that can be seen everywhere, especially the food produced in her hometown.

Ye Mengniang began to practice cooking when she was less than ten years old, and she had already traveled in the world at the age of twenty. At the peak of her culinary skills, no chef dared to compete with her, which was the best in the world. When Zhan Lu thought of this, she didn't feel that she longed for it.

But what Zhan Lu wants is not the number one in the world. She has experienced so much confusion and pain, and she knows that a false name is meaningless. What she hopes is nothing more than to become the world's number one chef, to be able to make amazing dishes for her beloved lover, or a little more, like Ye Mengniang, to cook some of everyone's favorite dishes for the people in her hometown, so that the family heirloom wine shop can continue to exist here, and she will be satisfied.

It would be a little late for her to start practicing cooking again at such an age. But even so, Zhan Lu is still determined to turn herself into a chef like Ye Mengniang. Since he had made up his mind in this way, Zhan Lu agreed to start practicing with eggs as Ming Yijun said.

The eggs in the kitchen are ready-made, and the little brother who brought food to Zhan Lu will bring her some eggs every day. So it's easy to practice. Zhan Lu listened to Ming Yijun's words and started with the most ordinary boiled eggs.

It's easy to boil a hard-boiled egg until it's fully cooked. However, it is very difficult to cook Cheng dù, which Ming Yijun likes. When he first lived with Ming Yijun, Zhan Lu knew what kind of boiled eggs he liked to eat. Ming Yijun's favorite hard-boiled eggs should be boiled until □□ is cooked, the yolk cannot be too cooked, nor too raw, it must be boiled until the yolk has just solidified and cannot flow, showing a bright orange yellow. This kind of boiled egg tastes more delicious than fully cooked, and it does not have the fishy smell of raw eggs, so the taste is extremely beautiful.

However, although Zhan Lu knows this, he is not always able to boil eggs to Ming Yijun's favorite Cheng dù. Ming Yijun is not picky, no matter what kind of cooking she makes, he will eat it. But this time it was for Zhan Lu to practice her mastery of the heat, so naturally she couldn't cook it casually. Ming Yijun specified to Zhan Lu that he needed to cook the eggs, and Zhan Lu tried to boil the eggs again and again.

In the beginning, Zhan Lu was either overcooked or raw. It always fails to meet Ming Yijun's requirements. But she has a careful heart and a smart person. It didn't take long to get the hang of it and be able to satisfy Ming Yijun.

If the scrambled eggs are too old, the texture will become dry and hard, and the original tenderness of the eggs will be lost. Zhan Lu according to the method recorded in the notebook, before scrambling eggs, add a little water to the beaten eggs, quickly stir-fry a few times when scrambling eggs, see that the eggs are about 90% cooked, and then immediately put them out, the residual temperature in the eggs will make it cooked just right, so that the scrambled eggs taste excellent, very tender and delicious.

In addition, Zhan Lu also practiced steaming sweet and salty egg custard, the steamed egg custard is as delicate as a girl's skin, and it is the most smooth and delicious. Zhan Lu likes to eat salty egg custard, but Ming Yijun likes to eat sweet. She practiced all day, planning to take a break, broke up the eggs, and was about to steam a bowl of salty egg custard for herself to eat, turned around to get salt, and when she came back, she saw Ming Yijun putting sugar in the bowl.

Ming Yijun didn't want her to catch it, but he didn't care at all, he just smiled at her:

"Let's have sweet custard, shall we?"

Zhan Lu was a little helpless, so she had to add milk to the eggs, stir well, steam it in the pot, and put it out in front of Ming Yijun:

"Lang Jun eat it, I don't like to eat this sweet. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Ming Yijun took a spoon, scooped the egg custard and put it in her mouth. Then he suddenly got up, pulled Zhan Lu, and kissed her.

Zhan Lu's eyes widened in surprise when Ming Yijun was attacked like this. She felt the sweet custard slip from his tongue onto hers, and it tasted very smooth.

Ming Yijun's actions reminded Zhan Lu of the past. At that time, she didn't have a sense of taste, and she had to rely on Ming Yijun's lips and tongue to taste the deliciousness of food.

I don't know what the reason is, when Zhan Lu tasted the custard that Ming Yijun fed her, she actually felt ...... Very tasty. Like the food he had fed her a long time ago, it was full of surprise as if it had tasted it for the first time.

She didn't like sweet custard. But why did she think it was so delicious at this time?

However, before she could swallow the custard, he snatched it back from her mouth with his tongue and swallowed it in one gulp.

He let go of her, and smiled triumphantly, like a child:

"How's it taste?"

Seeing him like that, she was really angry, and turned around to find the custard on the table to eat. I don't want him to have long hands and feet, so I took the custard in my hand first, and ate it in a few bites, so that she couldn't eat it at all.

Zhan Lu glared at him fiercely, but he just laughed, and after laughing, he was going to kiss her again. She got angry and turned her head away from him. And he whispered in her ear:

"You're much sweeter than this sweet custard, let me taste it, okay?"

She didn't answer him, he stuck out his tongue and licked her earlobe, licked her neck, and crumpled her clothes into a mess. She was entangled by him emotionally, and the day did not end with practice, but after messing around with him for a long time, he had no strength at all, so she had to go to bed early.

The two of them just practiced while they got tired of being together, and didn't do anything else. By the time Zhan Lu tried all the egg methods in his notes and practiced them well, half a month had passed. In these days, the eggs that Zhan Lu made during her practice, except for the ones she had tasted herself, all went into Ming Yijun's stomach. One day, Zhan Lu had nothing to do to dial the abacus, and found that it was really impossible to go on like this, so he finally made up his mind.