Mo Fei was a little surprised, how could anyone still come at such a late hour?

He walked to the back of the door and said softly, "The shop is closed, please come back tomorrow." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The man outside did not leave, nor did he speak, but knocked on the door.

Mo Fei opened a crack and glanced at the light, and there was an old man outside, with a very unfamiliar face, ordinary clothes, a thin body, and a sparse gray and white beard under his chin, like a depressed night returnee.

"Old man, I'm sorry, we're already closed, and the doors will open tomorrow at 7 a.m. Murphy said through the crack in the door.

The old man didn't move, and shook the bottle in his hand, "It's cold, borrow your small shop to take a sip of wine, and leave after drinking." ”

His voice was hoarse, as if he had something stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it.

Looking at his depressed expression, and then at the cold air outside, Mo Fei's hand moved, and the door opened, "Please come in!"

The old man said "thank you" and walked into the shop, not looking around, but finding a chair and sitting down, and placing the bottle on the table.

"As soon as I fell asleep, I was awakened by the aroma of you, and it was difficult to sleep when I was old, so I simply came to take a look, drank wine to drive away the cold, please don't be surprised. ”

"It's all my fault, I apologize to you. If you don't like it, I just made two servings of chili sauce, so I might as well add you a side dish?"

The old man laughed, "That's really good! It's already very satisfying to be able to smell the fragrance and drink, and I can't imagine that I can eat a bite, thank you." ”

Mo Fei brought out two plates of chili sauce from the kitchen, one as red as fire and the other as red as vermilion, and a small spoon in each plate.

"The red is bell pepper sauce, the dark red is beef hot sauce, there is really nothing else in the middle of the night, just because it is ugly, don't blame!"

"Is there a wine glass?" asked the old man.

"No, is it okay to have a small bowl?" said Murphy.

The old man nodded.

Mo Fei took out a small bowl and placed it in front of the old man. The small bowl is used for making sauce, very small, but there is a picture of a wind and snow fishing boat painted on it, the idea is exquisite, the artistic conception is far-reaching, the old man looked at it a few times, quite a little surprised.

He hesitated and asked, "Is it just one?"

Mo Fei hurriedly took another one and put it in front of the old man.

This small bowl is painted with only a withered plum, and a few red plums bloom on the withered branches, as if to indicate that winter has arrived, and spring is not far away.

The old man filled both small bowls, one in front of him, and handed the other to Murphy.

Mo Fei waved his hand, "Old man, I don't drink." ”

The old man smiled hesitantly, "How can there be a man who doesn't drink, when I was your age, I had to drink three meals a day, at least one pound per meal, and now it's useless." ”

As he spoke, he put the bowl of wine handed to Murphy to his lips and took a big sip of it, leaving a shallow bottom in the bowl.

"Come on, drink less, and keep the cold away. ”

Murphy had no choice but to take it.

The old man picked up the spoon and scooped a full spoonful of bell pepper sauce into his mouth, "Oh...... Good taste, when the floating white!"

As he spoke, he picked up the bowl on the table and drank it all.

Mo Fei was dumbfounded, a small bowl of wine costs at least 3 taels, but he drank it dry in one gulp, and he just drank 2 taels of wine in his own bowl, this is a drunkard.

"Old man, drink slowly, there is a lot of chili sauce. ”

"It's okay, don't drink when you taste good, the old man can't help it!"

He poured another half bowl of wine, scooped up a spoonful of the still steaming chili sauce, and put it all in his mouth.

"Hiss......"

It may have been a little hot, but he took a cool breath, stirred his tongue a few times, and swallowed it eagerly.

"Yes, I can't imagine that you are so young and have such a cultivation in cooking!" the old man gave Mo Fei a thumbs up and exclaimed.

"You can also take a sip and help the fun!" The old man's pride was not diminished, and he touched the bowl with Mo Fei, "It's done!"

Mo Fei took a small sip, the heat entered his throat, and he almost coughed, while the old man was half a bowl dry.

I saw him pour all the wine in the bottle into the bowl, eat another bite of beef hot sauce, and ask Mo Fei: "What's your name?"

"Murphy. ”

"The old man remembered!"

After speaking, he drank it all up, "Cool! The wine is cool, and the beef hot sauce is even more refreshing!"

He got up, picked up the empty bottle, and staggered out.

"Old man, it's cold outside, I'll send you home. Murphy said.

"I'm an old immortal, I'm still afraid of some thieves, don't worry, I'll be able to go home. The old man pushed open the door, stepped one foot, and turned back.

"When a man is old, his tongue is no longer bright. Mo Fei, remember, boil the bell pepper sauce for half a minute less, and don't add any spices to the beef sauce - angelica, pepper, cinnamon, star anise, grass fruit, bay leaves, nutmeg, don't add anything, beef and pepper are enough!"

Mo Fei said, "Old man, my method of hot sauce is taught by masters, if there is a mistake......

"Mistake?hahahaha......" the old man smiled, "You remember well, cooking according to the recipe is only a craftsman at best, and you can match the ingredients as you like, you are a genius!"

After saying that, he stepped out of the door and walked into the distance with a shake of the snow.

"What do you call it, old man?" called Murphy from behind.

"Fifth ......"

The sound faded away, and finally it could not be heard.

Murphy scratched his head in confusion, "Is what he said true?

"What do you mean?"

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Late at night, the most famous blueberry bar in Canghai City is still crowded, with red men and women coming and going, or staggering, or writhing wildly to the energetic music.

In the corner of the bar, it is a rare quiet place, Ge Liang, Zhang Yang, and Wang Xiaopang sit quietly in the card bag.

"Zhang Yang, you can't give up all night, what are you thinking? It's all beautiful women and good wine here, let's get high!" Ge Liang encouraged on the side.

Every time Zhang Yang comes here, he is very crazy, not only hugging left and right, but also getting drunk to have fun. Today, he is uncharacteristically quiet.

"Ge Liang, that Boss Mo's cooking skills are not like ordinary chefs, the more I taste, the more flavorful I become, let's go tomorrow, I'm going to do a close-up for him!"

"You've said it eight times, what a nagging ghost!" Wang Xiaopang looked unhappy.

"I said Chubby, don't lose your soul, Tian Mi'er is just a play, look at your confusion, if you let your grandfather know, don't think about going out for a year. ”

Zhang Yang mentioned his grandfather, and Chubby immediately shut up.

"Chubby, if you have a conscience, what do you choose between food and beauty?" Ge Liang took a sip of wine and asked Wang Xiaopang.

Wang Xiaopang's eyes were intoxicated, as if he was hesitating, as if he was struggling, there was reluctance, there was difficulty parting, there was pain, there was sorrow, and he almost did enough to be a lyric poet.

"Smack!"

Zhang Yang slapped Wang Xiaopang's head, "Stinky boy, what kind of big-tailed wolf are you pretending, go to the beauty who loves you!"

"Of course I choose - food. Wang Xiaopang smiled.

"That's right!" exclaimed Ge Liang.

"Let's go, buddy, let's wave together......"