When Old Man Zhou led Yang Feiyan's father and us over, Ye He's big kitchen was already surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"This is the craft of the imperial chef, it's amazing! I was dazzled and couldn't see how they did it. Someone in the crowd commented.

"If you look at the color, taste, and shape of this dish, you will have an appetite when you look at it, and I don't know if it is for us to eat. ”

"It's a bit small, and each dish is only a few people's portions, so it's probably only possible to show you a look. ”

We walked through the crowd into the open-air kitchen, which was bustling with activity.

"Crackling---- crackling----。 ”

"It's not going to be fried fish, is it?" Old Man Zhou sniffed hard with his nose and asked.

I saw that there were four stoves inside, burning with a raging fire, and four large pots, stuffy, fried, fried, and stewed differently. Old man Ye He held a big spoon more than a foot long, and ran back and forth between the four cauldrons.

He sometimes stir-fried with a spoon, sometimes seasoned with ingredients, and was very busy.

"Will the old man be tired of doing this?"

I was a little worried and looked at Old Yehe.

"Don't be afraid, this old guy's body is great, he has been taking pills at the vegetable cake for a long time, and his physical fitness is about to catch up with a young man in his twenties. Old Man Zhou said.

"Old Yehe, your squirrel fish is going to be fried. Old Man Zhou deliberately scared Lao Yehedao.

"Okay, this squirrel fish has to be fried with a fierce fire to fry the fish bones dry, and it tastes crispy inside and out, crispy and fragrant. Old Ye Hele replied hehehehe.

"Do you have any good ones here, old man, can you give me a taste?" Yang Feiyan's father is worthy of being a foodie, he is more greedy than Old Man Zhou, and before the food is served, he can't help it.

The greatest pleasure for a chef is that someone likes to eat what they make.

Lao Yehe didn't have the slightest secret, as soon as Yang Feiyan's father said this, he immediately brought out a plate of very delicate squirrel mandarin fish.

Without waiting for Yang Feiyan's father to make a move, Old Man Zhou quickly grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Is the old man delicious?" The onlookers next to him swallowed their saliva and asked.

"It's delicious, it's very delicious, three points of fresh fish, seven points of meat; It's crispy inside and out, it's delicious!" Old Man Zhou praised.

"Can you give us a taste too?" Someone finally couldn't help it.

The old man Zhou, who was guarding the food, hurriedly said: "There are fewer mandarin fish prepared today, we only prepared our own food, not you guests." ”

"Can't we pay for it?" A gentleman came forward and said.

"You have money, but we don't have anyone to do it. Old Man Zhou deliberately hung their appetite and said.

"Let's go back and pick up a few of our Ye He family, as long as there are people, they will provide their own ingredients, and we can cook any kind of dishes for them. ”

Old Yehe said according to the lines that had been discussed in advance.

"With my plane, my plane is big, and I will carry a few more people back, and there will be fewer people and not enough to eat. ”

The guests are either rich or expensive, and the plane is like a car for ordinary people.

People's yearning for food is not to be underestimated, and it didn't take long for the ingredients to be delivered, and more than 30 people from the old Yehe family came.

"The elite you picked came along, right?" Old Man Zhou pulled Old Yehe aside and asked.

"This is a good time to launch your Ye He's golden signboard, if you miss this village, you won't have this shop. Old Man Zhou advised.

"Rest assured!" Old Yehe said confidently.

This time, there are a lot of people from Lao Yehe's house, so there is no need for Lao Yehe to do it himself.

"Add a fire to the braised beef stove there, put some green onions, ginger and garlic, and stir it with cooking wine..."

"Knowing the old man, let's clear this matter, you can do it!"

"When the hooves are about to rot, hurry up and put down the shrimp paste. ”

"Okay, right away!"

"Hurry up and steam the sea bass, don't let it lose that umami!"

"Don't worry, old man, I've made this dish a thousand times!"

Lao Yehe shuttled between the chefs non-stop, tired and sweaty, more anxious than he was in charge of the kitchen himself.

"Old man, I'll bring you a live cow, what are you going to do?"

A master wanted to deliberately embarrass Lao Yehe, and deliberately used a plane to transport a live cow.

"Put it there, I'll get it later. Old Yehe said unhurriedly.

"Ye He Zhiming, go get me a few buckets of water. Old Yehe called out to his grandson.

"It's not up to the people of your Yehe family to do this, we have a lot of people here, so let them do it. Yang Feiyan's father said.

After a few buckets of water came over, Lao Yehe had all the water poured on the live cow.

Taking advantage of the wet water on the cow, Lao Yehe held the shovel in his hand and manually removed the back hair of the live cow, and then bent his arm, and the shovel in his hand turned in a different direction and continued to remove the limbs of the live cow. The live cow seemed to be enjoying a SPA massage, and he closed his eyes slightly without a trace of struggle.

After the hair on the whole body of the live cow was shaved, Lao Yehe took out a bright yellow talisman seal from his arms, and "snapped" it and pasted it between the bull's forehead and eyes.

"This is the unique talisman seal of our Ye He family, the 'Death Mantra'" Old Ye He said to the onlookers as he gently slapped his hand at the bull's head with a knife.

"Smack!" A bang.

With a palm, the sturdy live cow fell to the ground and closed its eyes. He looked as if he had fallen asleep.

"Old man, are you going to live to peel this cow?" Someone asked in surprise.

"Yes, didn't you bring this cow here just to eat something fresh, how could I disappoint you?" Old Yehe said with a grin.

As he spoke, Lao Yehe's hand had already groped around the cow a few times.

Then he straightened up, took a few steps back, and took a cold-glittering machete handed over by Ye Hezhiming.

"Poof!"

The knife in his hand fell, the cold light flashed, and after a second, Lao Yehe took a step back, and the body of the live cow was already full of scars, and the muscles and bones were separated.

"It's just that, it's just that!" Someone lamented.

"He used the unique knife skills of the imperial dining room in the Qianlong period!" Said someone who is well-read and has a strong memory.

That's when it happened.

"Gollum ------"

"Gollum ------"

A large amount of blood poured out of the scars on the cow's body, more and more, more and more violently------

After a while, the green lawn where Lao Yehe was dealing with live cattle gathered into a pool of blood-like water.

And the fat cow, which was still alive just now, had his eyes slightly closed from beginning to end, sleeping peacefully, without a trace of pain.