On late summer nights, the streets of the town are constantly steaming out, and the whole town resembles a big steamer. The intellectuals yelled impatiently, and there was a sound in front of and behind the house. People who are sleeping deeply can't sleep well enough to be sweet and peaceful.

Fortunately, after Cheng Peng cultivated the Small Gathering Spirit Technique, his heat resistance seemed to have improved a lot, and he was not so irritable. Hearing the movement at the door, he calmly judged it and went to open it.

As soon as the double-leaf security door opened, a person fell in crookedly, and the smell of wine came to his face.

"Oh, it turned out to be a drunk. Cheng Peng couldn't help but smile bitterly, it was almost ten o'clock, and the night in the town was different from the city. At ten o'clock, it's like the rhythm of the night.

This drunk, who is still hanging outside, can imagine who it is. He was about to drag this person out, but as soon as he bent over, Cheng Peng was stunned.

This drunk is thin, with a slightly hunched back and gray hair, and he is the old man who was poured dung on the door by the thugs!

"Oh, we really have a fate! Either I found you, or you found me. Cheng Peng smiled bitterly, since there is fate, he can't just throw it out, he helped the old man in, took a wet towel to wipe his hands and face, and ran to cook him a bowl of sobering soup.

During this period, the old man kept talking indistinctly, and Cheng Peng listened carefully, as if it was something: "If you do this, the ancestors will be so angry that they will open the coffin board!"

"A group of villains who forget their righteousness for profit, they are all not things......"

I don't know who I'm scolding, even after being drunk, I still look indignant.

After drinking the decanting soup, it didn't take long for the old man to sober up, he rubbed his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar environment around him: "Where is this?"

"This is my home!" Cheng Peng said with a smile, "You have been drinking too much, and you are drunk at my door." ”

"Oh~" The old man was not polite, got up and walked out, looking as a matter of course.

He put his hands behind his back and bent his back, looking depressed and vicissitudes. Halfway through, however, the old man suddenly stopped and turned to look into the corner of the living room.

Cheng Peng bought more than a dozen large sauce jars, some of which were stacked in the backyard and some of which were placed in the store on the first floor.

The old man's eyes lit up suddenly, and he turned around and asked, "Young man, what are you doing?" He looked at Cheng Peng, feeling familiar.

Cheng Peng smiled: "I make sauce." ”

"You, or your parents?" the old man looked down on him.

It's no wonder that this old man has this kind of thought, who made Cheng Peng too young? At the age of eighteen or nineteen, it is the most brilliant years of life. The old man has seen too many young people like him, and a few generations earlier than Cheng Peng's age, he may have already established a household. But nowadays, every family is used to treating their children like canaries in a cage, and anyway, there are few serious officials who the old man sees.

"It's me, my parents are at home, and I'm alone in the town. Cheng Peng said, "What, you always know sauces?"

"Our old Kong family, our ancestors have been making soy sauce and sauce for generations, do you think I understand?" the old man said, "You said that you make pickles, do you know what is the most important thing in making pickles?"

Cheng Peng's eyes lit up when he heard the first half of his sentence. He was thinking about where to find a master to take him, no, a master fell from the sky. However, looking at this old man's appearance, it's hard to do.

"Raw materials, control of the fermentation process......" Cheng Peng said what he had just learned.

Old man Kong waved his hand impatiently and interrupted his words: "Come on, let me tell you, these are all false, making pickles, the most important thing is conscience!"

Cheng Peng had a black line in his head, and he didn't know what to say.

"If you don't have a conscience, you will become a harmful spirit!" said Old Man Kong, "Come on, since you are making sauces, bring me some of your finished products to taste." ”

"Oh, taste it raw?" Cheng Peng was a little surprised.

Although his sauce has Lingzhu as the base, it is still a seasoning after all, and it smells fragrant, and it doesn't taste as delicious as the dish he made.

"But no, do you still want to stir-fry dishes for me?" Old Man Kong looked at him playfully.

Cheng Peng smiled and ran to scoop the sauce for the old man. Looking at his back, Old Man Kong snorted and said to himself: "Young people nowadays don't know how thick the sky is. Before the hair grows, he dares to say that he wants to do business. You haven't figured out your own path yet, so you want to make sauce? Don't underestimate our sauce style~"

He sighed, feeling very tired in his body, and he couldn't stand such a toss as he got older. Old man Kong moved a chair and sat at the gate to rest.

He thought about the encounter of his life, and his cloudy eyes revealed a trace of long-lost loss. He has long been numb, and today he actually began to suffer from gains and losses again.

Suddenly, a scent penetrated his nostrils, causing a stir in his stomach.

"What does it smell like, why does it smell so good?" he looked out the back door.

Cheng Peng walked in with a small porcelain plate, a small spoonful of sauce in it, and a chopstick in his hand.

"Master Kong, don't you want to taste it?" Cheng Peng handed him the plate.

Old man Kong dodged his saucer as if he was electrocuted: "You are not a thing originally~"

"I ......" Cheng Peng had a black line in his head, "I said master, I respect you as a master, so I am polite to you, but you can't just open your mouth to scold people! Besides, why are you scolding me in a good manner?"

"What's in this plate, don't think I don't know!"

"Yes, of course you know, isn't that the sauce I pickled!"

"Fart, you're using soy sauce essence here, right? It's all fake and harmful!" Old man Kong jumped up directly and wanted to knock over his plate.

Cheng Peng shrank his hand, and Old Man Kong naturally fell short.

"Look at your age, you are even more angry!" Cheng Peng grinned, "I have all this real material, at most there is a secret recipe." What is soy sauce essence? Why don't I know?"

"Hmph, isn't it, I'll know when I taste it!Give it to me~"

"Then don't knock over my plate again, it's all money!"

Cheng Peng handed him the plate, and the old man dipped his fingers in it and tasted it, and then fell silent. One point was not enough, and one more time, his eyes began to glow, and his face was incredible.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Sauce!" Cheng Peng said.

"No, no, I mean, how do you do that?"

"I figured out what I did~"

"You~" Old man Kong looked up at him again, but this time there was no contempt and anger in his eyes, more joy and shock.

"Boy, you said you made it yourself?" he asked.

Cheng Peng nodded: "Well, but I can only be regarded as a layman." ”

"Okay, wow!" said the old man Kong, "I thought you were talking about fun, but I didn't expect that there are really young people willing to suffer this now." ”

Without waiting for Cheng Peng to speak, he began to preach with his fingers again. This old man is talking all the jargon. What raw materials are processed and what koji is made are all related to making soy sauce and sauce.

Cheng Peng has seen some of these jargon from online learning materials, but many of them are the master's own personal experience, and he would not know it if he didn't do this business for decades.

Cheng Peng was overjoyed in his heart, knowing that he had picked up a treasure.

"Master, don't praise me first, let me ask you something. Cheng Peng put the plate on the table next to him, "Are you willing to come to work with me?"

"I'm not wronged, but I don't work with you. Old man Kong waved his hand and rejected him very simply.