After lunch, several old men in the family accompanied Liang Yugui and Yan Yongqiang to talk and talk, and Yang Chengzhi, Li Jihong and Tong Mei went into the kitchen to discuss what meals to prepare for the guests tomorrow.

The three of them are all heirs of the Yang family's recipes, and they quickly discussed the dishes to be made tomorrow, but the three of them disagreed with the staple food on the table tomorrow.

Li Jihong believes that the staple food on the table should be in line with the popularity, while Tong Mei and Yang Chengzhi confirmed that since the engagement is held in Pingcheng, they should follow the local customs and make the staple food according to the characteristics of this area in Pingcheng.

In the end, the result of the discussion was a compromise between the two aspects, the staple food is the most characteristic oil cake in the Shangpingcheng area, and the other is made of siu mai with northern characteristics.

However, when preparing these ingredients, Yang Chengzhi suddenly thought of the special food he had, and he should take this opportunity to let everyone know and taste it.

Thinking of this, Yang Chengzhi suddenly had an idea, went out of the kitchen, found two villagers who were looking for something to do in the courtyard, took him to the cellar in the backyard, and took out a bag of crops that looked like rice from it, and asked him to go to the village mill to grind them into noodles.

The two didn't ask Yang Chengzhi what kind of crop this was, the two found a trolley and put the big bag of rice-like crops on the cart and left.

The big bag of rice-like crops that Yang Chengzhi took out of the cellar was the kind of millet rice that had long been extinct and could be used as both medicine and food in the magical space.

In the past six months, the area of millet rice in the space has reached more than ten acres, and with the seeds of these more than ten acres of millet rice, it is not a problem to plant thousands of acres at all.

Yang Chengzhi also got a few bags of millet rice in his spare time, and he planned to find a time to grind the millet into flour and make some Yandi cake in his spare time, but he never had time to spare time, and he was getting engaged tomorrow, and he planned to use Yandi cake to reward the guests who participated in the ceremony.

More than 40 minutes later, the two villagers returned with half a bag of milled rice, and the two carried the flour into the kitchen and put the flour in a corner of the kitchen.

One of the villagers, who was in his fifties and had a little dark skin, asked with a smile: "Chengzhi, what are you doing, how do you grind the flour red, Yang Kun that guy still thinks that I have mixed red paint in the rice, and look at me and tell me two by one."

Li Jihong and Tong Mei, who were checking the knives needed in the kitchen, also felt strange when they heard this villager's words, and they just said that this magical nephew wanted to surprise everyone.

But after asking for a long time, Yang Chengzhi didn't tell them what kind of food they used to surprise the guests, but only told them to know for a while.

The two of them went over to untie the flour bag that the villagers had brought in, but it was not the flour in the bag, as the villagers said, it was a pale red, Li Jihong reached out and pinched a tuft of flour and put it under his nose and sniffed it.

Then put the flour in his hand under Tong Mei's nose, Tong Mei sniffed it, frowned, and the two looked at each other with complicated faces, this kind of flour they have been a chef for more than 20 years and have really never seen it, not to mention what kind of crop this flour is grinded from, even this kind of light red flour they have not seen, as a chef, he smelled the flour and knew that it must not be adulterated with the kind of red that can make the flour red.

The two stood up, and Li Jihong stretched out his hand to Yang Chengzhi who came over, "Chengzhi, what the hell is this, why haven't we seen this kind of flour."

Yang Chengzhi smiled, "Uncle Li, Uncle Tong, if you have seen it, this thing will not be able to surprise the guests."

"No, it is said that I have seen the flour of the north and south of China, could it be that this crop was obtained from another country." Tong Mei asked suspiciously.

Yang Chengzhi wanted to shake his head, "Uncle Tong, Uncle Li's crop is a unique crop in authentic China, but it was basically extinct in the Song and Yuan dynasties, and I occasionally found it in Liuling Mountain.

When the two of them heard Yang Chengzhi say about the food of Yandi cake, their faces changed greatly, as the heirs of the Yang family's recipes, of course, the two listened to Liang Yugui and Yan Yongqiang introduce Yandi cake, a food that has long been extinct.

"Cheng Zhi, are you saying that this is the flour made from millet rice, if it is really millet rice, our Yang family's recipe will have one more delicacy." Li Jihong said excitedly.

And Tong Mei is even more exaggerated, a person in his forties, like a child, ran out of the kitchen with a smoke, he wanted to immediately tell the good news to the master Yan Yongqiang and the second master Liang Yugui, I think they would be surprised when they heard the news.

Yang Chengzhi nodded, "Uncle Li, this is the flour of millet rice, I plan to plant this crop in a large area in Yangjiagou this year, and the inheritance of the Yang family's recipes in the future will depend on you, Uncle Li."

"Chengzhi, your cooking skills are higher than all of us, and you are the authentic heir of the Yang family's recipes, and the inheritance of the Yang family's recipes depends on you", Li Jihong was happy to hear Yang Chengzhi say that the inheritance of the Yang family's recipes depended on a few of them, but he was still polite.

Yang Chengzhi shook his head, "Uncle Li, you also know that I don't like hand restraint, it's okay to do this hard meal, if you cook every day, you can't trouble me to death, and the matter of this inheritance will depend on you and Uncle Tong in the future."

Li Jihong looked at Yang Chengzhi with a complicated face, he also knew that this nephew was not a chef, he couldn't think of this kid with such good cooking skills, why did he like to grow vegetables and make wine.

However, not to mention Yang Chengzhi's skills in growing vegetables and making wine, he and Tong Mei are not to mention him, and even the master Liang Yugui and the third uncle Yan Yongqiang are full of praise.

Let's just say that the monkey wine at noon today, even the master Liang Yugui said that the aged wine he has treasured for decades is not as good as Yang Chengzhi's wine that has just been brewed for a few months.

Just when the two were talking about how to make the legendary Yandi cake in the kitchen, Liang Yugui and Yan Yongqiang, two old men, came in from outside. Behind them was a group of elders in Yang Chengzhi's compound.

These people were originally in the living room drinking tea and chatting with Liang Yugui and Yan Yongqiang, when they saw Tong Mei rushing into the living room in a hurry, pulling the master and going out.

Yan Yongqiang thought that something big had happened, so he asked Tong Mei what had happened, and Tong Mei told the master and the second master the news that Yang Chengzhi had gotten to the legendary millet rice.

Now there is no need to Tong Meila, two eighty-year-old people ran out of the living room, when they were learning the recipes of the Yang family, their master said that the magic of millet rice, if this is really millet rice, then the chef world will be earthquaked.

The people in the living room saw the expressions of the two old men, and of course they also wanted to know what Yang Chengzhi had brought.

As soon as Liang Yugui and Yan Yongqiang entered the restaurant, the two old men asked loudly, "Chengzhi, where is the millet rice, where did you get this legendary thing against the sky?"

Yang Chengzhi, who was in the kitchen, couldn't help but smile bitterly, he didn't expect that just taking out a bag of millet would cause such a big move in the family.

"Grandpa Liang, Grandpa Yan, this is what I saw occasionally in Liuling Mountain, and I don't plan to make some Yandi cake for you to taste", Yang Chengzhi glared at Tong Mei who was ventilating the news, and said with a smile.

The two old men didn't speak, just glared at him, pushed him and Li Jihong away and came to the half bag of millet flour on the ground, bent down and pinched a cluster and put it under their noses to smell it.

After smelling it, the faces of the two changed a few times, and their eyes were full of shock, and they now basically believed that this flour was flour milled from millet rice, because they had never seen this kind of flour, and they smelled a hint of medicinal fragrance from the flour.

The two stood up, Liang Yugui reached out and patted Yang Chengzhi's shoulder, and said excitedly: "Boy, you really have you, you can still bring back this kind of anti-heaven thing when you go to Liuling Mountain, your grandfather told our three brothers about the Yandi cake method, I will try it with your Grandpa Yan to see if we can make it."

"Grandpa Liang, you and Grandpa Yan know the method of Yandi cake", Yang Chengzhi became excited, he just knew that there was this kind of edible and medicinal food, but he really hadn't heard the old man talk about it.

I couldn't help but despise the old man Yang who raised him as an adult, and his grandfather taught them the practice of Yandi cake, but he didn't teach it to himself.

When Old Man Yang's father was teaching them Yandi Cake, he told them that millet rice had long been extinct in the world, and he would never see such a strange thing as millet rice in the future, so when Old Man Yang was teaching Yang Chengzhi's cooking skills, he didn't talk to him about Yandi Cake.

"Grandpa Liang, can you give me and Uncle Li and Uncle Tong the method of Yandi cake", Yang Chengzhi prayed with little stars in his eyes.

Liang Yugui nodded, "We always thought that this strange thing like millet rice had disappeared from this world, but we didn't expect to see the real thing today, and when I and the third junior brother do it, the three of you will watch from the side."

When the three of them heard Liang Yugui say this, their eyes were full of joy, if they could learn the method of Yandi cake, then there would really be another kind of food in the Yang family's recipes that others couldn't make at all.

Their answer to each other made the group of people standing outside the kitchen door a fog, what millet rice, what Yandi cake, Yandi knew that Yandi was the ancestor of China, but what Yandi cake was.

Old Man Zuo coughed lightly, "Old Man Liang, what's going on with this millet rice and Yandi cake, I see that you are all excited to see this kind of thing, can you tell us what kind of crop this kind of millet rice is."

Old Man Liang glanced at Yang Chengzhi, "Chengzhi, since you can find millet rice, you must know the efficacy of millet rice, you can tell everyone about millet rice and Yandi cake."