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The door opened, and a person came out, but it was not a lama, but an ordinary old man, who looked not young, not as old as eighty, and whose skin was dark, and some of the vicissitudes of the wind and sun on the plateau. However, this person was very talkative and enthusiastic, and when he saw Ding Mu wearing a security guard's clothes and a big lama standing at the door, he beckoned: "Young man, there are two little girls." I'm passing by and I'm hungry, I'm just cooking, let's come in and eat together. ”

At the old man's age, it is not too much to call Yu Zilan and Mai Wenjie little girls.

Ding Mu was very happy, stretched out his hand to greet Mai Wenjie and Yu Zilan, and followed the old man in. The yard is small and simple, and the cooking room is right at the door.

The old man let a few people into the wing, took out an old-fashioned kettle, and said, "Drink some water first, and the meal will be ready immediately." ”

Ding Mu couldn't bear to work alone for such an old man, so he leaned up and said, "Shall I help you fight?"

The old man glanced at Ding Mu, shook his head and said, "Forget it, the things I made have to be sent to the Great Lama." If you have nothing to do, just chat with the old man. The implication of this is that he doesn't trust Ding Mu's craftsmanship, and he is afraid that Ding Mu will do something bad. He couldn't bring it to anyone else.

As soon as the old man said this, it was inconvenient for Ding Mu to do it. He accompanied the old man into the kitchen at the door. As soon as he entered this kitchen, Ding Mu felt unusual. This kitchen area is not small, and it is very neatly cleaned up, and all kinds of things that should be done in red and white cases are readily available. There are four hearth eyes, in groups of two and two. Three of them were lit and the fuel was firewood.

Ding Mu stood aside, watching the old man lift the lid of a large firewood pot, a large pot of radishes was stewed in the pot, the old man picked up a rag, paddled the handle of the pot, picked up the firewood pot, turned it upside down, and stir-fried it. When Ding Mu saw this posture, he was immediately shocked, this firewood pot, which was more than a dozen catties, was like a household wok in the hands of this seventy or eighty old man, and this was absolutely extraordinary! Ding Mu immediately asked: "Old man, what is your surname? I see that your strength is so great." ”

The old man smiled: "The little old man's surname is You." You call me Lao You. Lao You, I have been a cook all my life, if I can't hold the pot, this is worth it. ”

At this time, a strange smell of radish reached Ding Mu's nose. Ding Mu suddenly salivated, and praised it: "Wow, it's so fragrant." ”

Old man You's vicissitudes of life also showed a hint of satisfaction on his old face: "It's almost good." You'll be able to taste it in a moment. Then he lifted the lid of another pot, and inside was potatoes, which was also the weight of half a pot.

"Who do you serve when you cook so many dishes?" Ding Mu said curiously.

"Lad, help me get the crockpot. Lao You pointed to a pile of clay pots placed in the corner of the wall and said, "At night, there are a few living Buddhas, and they will send someone to pick them up from me." ”

"Okay. Ding Mu immediately handed the cleaned crockpots to Lao You one by one, Lao You picked up a frying spoon, filled some from the pot, and then put the crockpot in the hearth to keep warm.

Ding Mu thought to himself, this Mai Wenjie really found the right place, this old man is a professional chef, and he is qualified to cook for the living Buddha.

"Listening to your accent, it seems like you're from the north too. Ding Mu suddenly thought of a possibility, his heart moved, and he asked.

"It seems that my old tour is also a native accent that has not changed and his sideburns have declined. Old man You glanced at Ding Mu, paused and said, "Didn't you hear that? I'm also a serious 800 native of the capital." When I heard you call the door just now, I knew it was a fellow countryman. ”

As soon as these words came out, Ding Mu was already eight points sure of the conjecture in his heart, and couldn't help but smile and said: "Old man, you can know a person from your own family, who is famous and virtuous." ”

Lao You's eyes widened, and he looked at Ding Mu in surprise: "Little Lao'er is You Zhengde, how do you know about old decay?"

"What a coincidence, what a coincidence. This can be regarded as a foreign acquaintance. Ding Mu couldn't help but clap his hands when he heard the old man admit that he was You Zhengde, "Not long ago, I happened to have a meal with Senior Brother Yunliu at You Fatty's Youlian Residence. Oh, You Fat is You Weiran. ”

You Zhengde was shocked again when he heard this: "Your name is Senior Brother Yunliu......?" Could it be that something happened to Yunliu?"

Hearing You Zhengde call him by his name, Ding Mu knew that the relationship between them was extraordinary, and hurriedly said: "No, no, it's all a coincidence." I came to Dinghai City to do a show, and I encountered something. I have been summoned by Senior Brother Drifter, whom I have just met. Oh, you see, he gave me this bead too. ”

After speaking, Ding Mu rolled up his sleeves and lit up the dzi on his wrist. When You Zhengde saw this bead, how could he not believe it, and sighed: "Alas, I applauded him for doing that thing back then, so I left the capital and accompanied him to this Lingxiao Cliff Slush Temple, thinking of making him something delicious, and it has been decades." Seeing that he has become a climate here, I am also used to it, and I will return to the capital when I can't do it anymore. ”

Hearing this, Ding Mu almost shed tears, although he didn't know what ridiculous things he did back then, but with a man like You Zhengde, it must not be a heinous bad thing. To say that You Zhengde is also a generation of celebrity chefs, and it is really righteous to bend over this snow peak where birds don't for more than ten years! Seeing that Ding Mu didn't answer, You Zhengde continued: "By the way, my grandson is fat again?"

"He's fat, but he's amazing. With excellent cooking skills, he is very open on the ground in the capital. Of course, Ding Mu picked it up and said.

You Zhengde smiled, obviously very happy, and asked Ding Mu instead: "Young man, you look very handsome, I haven't asked your surname yet?

"Rude and rude, my name is Ding Mu. Still in school. Well, I am a doctor at Peking University, and I am studying a double major in physics at the same time. I'm here to do a show, it's to play tickets, I'm not a professional actor. Ding Mu explained.

"Yo, you're a great talent at Peking University! You Zhengde admired from the bottom of his heart, "Those of us who run the rivers and lakes are rough people, and we admire cultured people the most." ”

"There, there, your back-to-basics cooking, that's what really culture. Ding Mu didn't dare to be You Zhengde's praise, he is a celebrity chef, and his deeds are profound.

"It's different, it's different, even if it's Yunliu, he's just a man from the rivers and lakes, and he knows a little crooked. I'm a cook, and I'm going to stutter, and it's useless. You are a great talent who can build airplanes, tanks, and missiles. You Zhengde spoke highly of Ding Mu's identity as a talented man from Peking University, but it made Ding Mu blushing for a while, and he was really unserious recently.

"Great talent, the meal is ready. You don't need to help, you take this, go back to the house and sit down. I guess I'm hungry enough. You Zhengde smiled kindly at Ding Mu and handed over a tray with two deep large plates full of stewed potatoes and stewed radish. Then, You Zhengde took out five or six steamed buns from the fire, blew off the ashes on them, and put them on top of the tray. This is a well-known practice in Dinghai, Kang Bun.

Ding Mu thanked You Zhengde and smelled it, it was really fragrant and appetizing. With the tray in hand, he lifted the curtain and walked out of the kitchen and back to the wing. (To be continued.) )