At the end of July, the arrival of a parcel pulled Meng Fanzhu's mind away from the pain of lovesickness. "Sprout" magazine's reply, "Triple Gate" has passed the review, and will start serialization from the August issue. Because the first chapter is relatively short, it is merged with the second chapter, a total of about 8600 words. Along with the sample magazine, there is also a remittance slip of 860 yuan for the first issue of serialization, which can be collected at the postal savings center.

Meng Fanzhu doesn't care about the amount of manuscript fees, and now he is a millionaire, and what he values most is the literary status of Sprout Magazine. It was the cradle of young Chinese writers, and although he had enough confidence in "Triple Gate", he was also overjoyed that it could be serialized so soon.

I called my parents to report the good news, and if I didn't say it, I naturally had to celebrate in the evening. Meng Fanzhu, who didn't let his father book a restaurant and was about to leave home in a month at most, wanted to cook a meal for his family today. Naturally, Dad happily agreed, and set up a plan to bring all four old people over at six o'clock in the evening to celebrate together. The teacher and the wife were invited again, and the old couple happily agreed to go to the appointment on time.

Today, I sat together as a family and had a good time.

After putting down the phone, Meng Fanzhu sat on the sofa and clicked on the system, and he had given up his efforts to obtain the system's approval through practical cooking. After taking care of three meals at home for such a long time, and not getting the recognition of the junior chef, it can be seen that if you don't learn systematically, you can't achieve your goals.

Although cooking has now become an interest and habit, it is better to invest some for the taste and stomach of the family, anyway, I am a little rich in terms of talent value.

It's strange! I've been looking for a long time among the thousands of skills in mathematics, but I don't have cooking skills. No, although it is recorded in "Mencius" that the ancestor once said the phrase "a gentleman is far away from cooking", the system will not do it so absolutely!

Modern scholars can order takeout, so what if this ancient scholar rushes to the test and stays in the wilderness, what if he lives in seclusion alone to do his studies, he doesn't eat, it's not scientific!

I continued to look for it, and I found cooking skills in the ritual arts, which is strange! Is this a reduction in cooking skills to the concoction of rituals? Wouldn't it cost me 700,000 yuan to learn how to make horse heads, cow heads, and pig heads, that would be too miserable!

But the arrow has to be sent on the string, and the whole family of ten is waiting for the dinner they just boasted about in the evening. With a nervous mood, gritting his teeth, the cooking skills go directly to the high-end.

At this time, Meng Fanzhu's strong body no longer needed to lie down when he was upgraded, and countless pictures and information filled his mind. Knife skills, cooking, pastry, winemaking, ingredient identification, and even breeding and planting, thousands of years of human food culture in the northwest, north and south of the country and all the information related to food are a large collection, you can imagine how huge the amount of information is!

The brain runs at the speed of light, the nerves in the brain heat up and burn rapidly, and hundreds of millions of thinking lines classify and store information. After more than ten seconds, Meng Fanzhu, who was relieved, stood up, took his wallet, and walked to the supermarket.

At this time, if you measure the temperature of Meng Fanzhu's brain, you will be horrified to find that the temperature has reached 60 degrees, which is really brain-burning!

I picked up and bought a lot of meat, vegetables, fish, and eggs, and I felt a lot of emotion in my heart. After having the ability to identify ingredients, it was really painful, and I was at a loss when I looked at the dazzling array of food and ingredients in the supermarket. I grew up eating these low-quality ingredients for more than ten years ago?

As a descendant of Confucius and Mencius, Meng Fanzhu plans to make a table of Confucian Mansion celebration banquet tonight as his debut in cooking.

The Confucian banquet was divided into two levels according to the different hosts, the first level was the Manchu and Han banquets that entertained the emperor and important ministers. Yes, it is the Manchu and Han Dynasty banquets, which are not only used by Emperor Kangxi to entertain his ministers, but also used by Confucius to entertain the emperor.

However, even at Meng Fanzhu's current level, this big banquet will definitely not be able to be cleaned up in the kitchen at home, and it will not be possible at the grandmaster level! A total of 200 dishes must be made in the Year of the Monkey, and it is not necessary, it is purely to make yourself tired, if the grandparents, grandparents, teachers, and mothers have a hundred years of birthday, then of course there is no problem.

The festive banquet belongs to the second class of Confucian banquets, and there are other banquets with different purposes, such as birthday banquets, flower banquets, welcome banquets, etc., and the dishes are also different.

The cooking techniques of the festive banquet are more diverse, mainly fried, burned, fried and steamed, and today Meng Fanzhu is ready to make eight of the famous dishes: fairy duck, farewell to my concubine, stuffy charcoal in the snow, mandarin fish in a flower basket, a product of tofu, fried chicken, Yangguan three stacks, and four happy balls.

Put everything in the kitchen, full of floors, is he a little overestimating the ability of advanced cooking! Meng Fanzhu, who usually only cooks a few dishes, has not turned around for a while, and feels that he has no way to start.

Let's bite the bullet!

Advanced is advanced, and 700,000 talent points are not spent casually. Meng Fanzhu just got started as if he had been a chef for decades, whether it was picking, washing or chopping vegetables, everything was extremely sharp, and there was even a strange feeling that he knew what to do with his hands and feet, and watched by himself.

After a while, all the ingredients were prepared properly in piles and plates, and the silk, blocks, strips, and foam were all so perfect, showing the maker's unparalleled knife skills, Meng Fanzhu unconsciously rubbed his eyes and shed tears. It's not moving, it's not crying with joy, without it, just cut the chili silk!

Meng Fanzhu, who was excited, was diligent in his big spoon, his movements were not only fast but also very graceful and natural, and his skillful appearance was as neat and beautiful as Yang Liping's dance.

With the crackling sound of stir-frying in the kitchen, wisps and faint fragrances evaded the range hood and drifted into the dining room and living room.

The parents who picked up the old man and Lele met Zhang Likun and his wife at the door. Nine people laughed and entered the door to change their shoes, and as soon as they sat down on the sofa, Lele, who was like a delicious and greedy food, smelled the fragrance of vegetables, only to feel that the fragrance went straight to the stomach, and the stomach, which was not very hungry, became burning.

Quickly ran into the kitchen, as soon as he opened the kitchen door, the rich fragrance came to his face, and suddenly Lele's gluttonous worm was teased, looking at the various dishes that had been made, he couldn't stop swallowing his saliva, and he didn't even dare to open his mouth.

Mom and Dad also walked in looking for the fragrance, and when they saw the scene in the kitchen, they were all shocked. Dad smiled: "Duoduo, you're not right, you couldn't cook a good meal a while ago." Originally, I thought you were working hard, but now it seems that you are dealing with us every day!" he said as he sneaked his hand into the food plate.

"Smack!" there is a mother, how can the father succeed, "You don't have to cook, eat ready-made food every day, and there are so many words, hurry up and wash your hands!"

The mother who turned around didn't like the smell of oil smoke on Meng Fanzhu's body, hugged her eldest son, and said happily: "My family is capable, and I want to surprise my mother after studying for so long, right?"

Seeing Meng Fanzhu nodding, he kissed his eldest son on the cheek even more happily, "Hurry up and set the table, my mother can't wait!" After speaking, he went out with tea to greet the old people.

Meng Fanzhu returned his hand and stuffed a chicken nugget into Lele's mouth, "Quick, help my brother serve the dishes." ”

The old man is old, although the aroma of the dinner party has made Dad, Mom, and Lele eager to move chopsticks immediately. Grandpa, grandpa, and teachers still sat at the table slowly and methodically pouring wine, and grandma, grandma, and teachers still kept praising Meng Fanzhu's filial piety. However, the glances that glanced at the dishes from time to time and the expressions of enjoyment that appeared after taking deep breaths from time to time betrayed their inner thoughts.

Finally, grandpa took out the prestige of his parents, slapped the table, and shouted: "Eat first, then drink!"

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