There was a small bowl of decanting soup on the coffee table, and Xu Wanqing watched the heat rise in a daze, her eyes a little blank.

I'm drunk, and I can, so spilling?

He still hugged Qi An and didn't let him go?

No, that crazy woman is by no means me.

Liang Zhen looked at her daughter from the side, and she couldn't bear it, but she still involuntarily handed over the phone.

Yesterday, watching Xu Wanqing play tricks, Qi An recorded a video, but Liang Zhen also took a few photos, but what about Xu Anguo? The serious old father was so angry that he almost rushed in to teach his daughter a lesson.

If it weren't for Qi An, who could be regarded as his elder, he might have really rushed in. Even if Qi An didn't make any superfluous movements, he felt a little angry and helpless, maybe any father would have such complicated emotions when he saw his daughter holding a young looking guy and refused to let go.

Looking at the two people in the photo, Xu Wanqing calmed down, the man in the photo had a helpless expression, but his hand was gently placed on the top of her head and stroked, looking doting.

The next photo is that she is half-open, desperately trying to throw Qi An on the bed in a daze, Qi An spreads her hands and lets her make trouble, but her expression is helpless and a little doting.

The next few were Qi An sitting on the edge of her bed, letting Xu Wanqing hug her waist, but he looked at his face quietly.

As soon as she looked up, Xu Wanqing saw a playful smile hidden behind Liang Zhen's kindness, and Liang Zhen preemptively said: "You can see it too, right? Xiao Qi, this young man, I think it's okay! Nothing else matters, the most important thing is that you like each other." ”

Xu Wanqing, who just wanted to say something, hurriedly retorted: "Mom! What are you talking about!"

Even though she already likes Qi An a little in her heart, Xu Wanqing is still a little shy when her mother says it so nakedly.

"What's this, I'm not your father's old guy, if I like it, I often take it home as a son-in-law to sit, and my mother supports you. ”

"I haven't gotten a word yet," Xu Wanqing lowered her head and looked at the photo, remembering Qi An's pimple-like personality, and complained, "Your daughter went to chase others, and I don't know if people like your daughter." ”

"Don't like it?" Liang Zhen frowned, thought about it carefully, and then made a categorical conclusion, "Impossible! Xiaoqing, my mother is from here, a man can look at a woman with such eyes, it is impossible to say that he doesn't like it." ”

"Now it's up to you to break through this layer of window paper. As he spoke, he handed over the bowl, "Come, drink this, and your head won't hurt." ”

Xu Wanqing looked at Qi An's appearance in the photo, his eyes were indeed gentle, which made Xu Wanqing's mind gradually firm.

After drinking the decanting soup in a few sips, Xu Wanqing was a little surprised, this soup was quite delicious, she looked at her mother suspiciously, remembering that although the decanting soup she made before could be decanted, the taste was really not flattering.

"This decanting soup ......," she asked, confused.

"Delicious, right? I'll just say it," Liang Zhen patted her daughter's thigh, her face a little happy, "It's not your boyfriend who taught me!"

"Before I left yesterday, I specially asked for a pen and paper to write down a recipe, so that I can boil it for you to drink this morning, saying that it is both delicious and hangover!" Liang Zhen looked at the corners of her daughter's mouth gradually rising, "How else can I say that this child likes you." ”

"Eh, what about Dad?" Hearing her mother say this, Xu Wanqing was in a better mood, and then she noticed that her father, who was always basking in the sun in the living room at this time on weekdays, was not there with a roll of newspaper in his hand.

"I don't know where I've gone," Liang Zhen put away Xu Wanqing's bowl and spoon, and complained, "The dead old man is retired and not in peace." ”

"Maybe there's someone outside!" Xu Wanqing joked.

"It's not big, it's not small!" Liang Zhen knocked Xu Wanqing's head with a spoon, "Go take a bath!"

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"Slightly!" Sticking out her tongue at Ms. Liang and blowing on her breath, Xu Wanqing got up and planned to take a shower, "Eh, when I finish taking a bath, I will drink a bowl!" Ms. Liang, you are not allowed to drink secretly!"

"Steal your head!" Liang Zhen glared at her daughter, and Xu Wanqing hurried back to her room.

"But this kid Qi An, everything is good, it just looks mysterious, you should really ask Lao Xu where he got this child back. Liang Zhen said to herself.

She took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen and put them in the sink to wash, wiped her hands clean, and walked back to the bedroom. Liang Zhen smiled at the dressing mirror, there were a few more wrinkles, and one or two strands of hair had turned white.

It seems that in the future, we should pay attention to the hammering and hammering, so that the dead old man can return to the daze he was when he saw him when he was young.

Liang Zhen thought, took out her mobile phone, and began to search, "How can a middle-aged woman become a little girl again?"

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When he learned about the professional food preparation process, Qi An realized how naïve it was to want to do a good job as a chef with only good cooking skills.

If you don't understand the hotel-style stir-fry process, only Qi An is busy cooking alone, then even Qi An can't meet the needs of a dozen or so guests outside.

Fortunately, this morning, only the middle-aged man from yesterday asked for a special dish, and after Qi An leisurely finished cooking, he could still take time to observe Wang Cheng's words and deeds.

Take the pot as an example, aside from the skills such as large spoons, small spoons, hanging spoons, etc., even which hand to grasp the pot and which hand to hold the spoon is a science.

Wang Cheng told Qi An that in the small restaurant he opened, if it was in a larger restaurant, there were even hard and fast rules on which seasoning to use.

Although there are no strict rules, this kind of rule is to be followed by default in the circle, and chefs who do not act standard have been eliminated as early as when they apply for the job.

But when Qi An asked the reason, Wang Cheng didn't say much, but guessed that this would better cooperate with others. Because in a place like the kitchen, where the work is streamlined, efficiency is even higher than the taste of the dish.

But fortunately, "Qijia" is just a private restaurant, everything is decided by the boss, saying that it will take ten minutes to serve a dish, and saying that if you don't open the door today, you won't open the door.

Wang Cheng joked that this was one of the reasons why he sold his small restaurant to come here.

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A few hours passed quickly, and Qi An also had his own experience on how to control the entire back kitchen. And Wang Cheng, after noon, after the diners gradually decreased, also got the guidance of Qi An's promise.

However, most of them are some guiding opinions such as "switch to low heat for three more minutes" and "add some balsamic vinegar to it to make it taste more layered", rather than teaching a new dish.

Wang Cheng also knew that the teaching of apprentices often began with a little opinion that seemed to be of little use or even insignificant.

His father had taught him this, and it is said that people who came from the old society tended to pass on their knowledge to their apprentices little by little.

I didn't expect Qi An to look very old, and he was also in this old-school style.

For Qi An, this kind of teaching not only conformed to the habits of his disciples, but also allowed Wang Cheng to learn to figure out why he did it himself.

It didn't matter what Wang Cheng thought, the important thing was that Qi An didn't do this to teach Wang Cheng a new dish or anything.

It was only through such guidance again and again that he changed Wang Cheng's stir-fried habits, and even changed the taste of Wang Cheng's stir-fried dishes.

Because he promised Wang Cheng that he would inherit his father's legacy and become the top chef in the country.

The top group of chefs is not necessarily the best at cooking, and it is not even necessarily the best cooking.

If you want to stand at the top of this industry, there is only one condition: to cook for the wave of people who are already at the pinnacle of power in this country.

It is also commonly known as the "imperial kitchen".

By changing Wang Cheng's habits, not only the heat or sauce, but even one milligram more or one milligram less salt, he was able to make Wang Cheng's dishes closer to the taste of today.

Why?

Because Zi'an knew them, Zi'an knew them, and Zi'an was one of them.

Qi An knew what any of their fathers liked to eat, and Qi An also knew which cuisine their cooks preferred.

Therefore, Qi An naturally knows what kind of dishes they can make them feel the taste of home and the taste of their childhood - that is their favorite taste in their lives, and it is also the happiest time of their lives.

The so-called starting small and thinking big, Qi An has believed in this concept almost all his life, and history has proved that Qi An is not wrong.

As the book "Five Thousand Words", which is imbued with the wisdom of the sage, says, "Governing a large country is like cooking a small fresh." In Qi An's opinion, this sentence has long been misinterpreted.

Does it mean that you have to be in control of the heat when governing the country or doing things? Perhaps.

But Qi An, who has seen how to cook Xiaoxian a thousand years ago, thinks that this sentence is a reminder to people that doing things is like cooking small fish, and they must not turn over and over again, constantly tossing and turning.

In Qi An's view, Professor Wang Cheng is also like cooking Xiaoxian. He has already laid a solid foundation by his father, so what Qi An has to do is not to tear down Wang Cheng's high-rise building and rebuild it, but to repair it and spend time on the decoration of the building.

One day, Wang Cheng will be able to "accidentally" impress some people with his craftsmanship by some chance.

Qi An sneered, those guys should know that Qi An never left.

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Today, it is still a few dishes written on the water brand as a specialty, but there are far more diners who order these dishes this afternoon than yesterday.

After two o'clock, the diners dwindled after the meal had passed.

Qi An sat on the round stool next to the table of the Eight Immortals, holding a cup of tea on his mobile phone, thinking that maybe word of mouth had spread, so there were so many people ordering special dishes?

It's not good, he thought. In the future, I still have to sell and supply, otherwise I will be tired to death?

The man who circled around the pot table looked like. Although he sneered at the gentleman's cooking, Qi An did not abuse his preferences.