Fu Yuanhang looked at this fat man with interest, cough cough, how to say, just looking at age, he can be Fu Yuanhang's uncle, and this sudden appearance made Fu Yuanhang startled. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Don't play according to the routine!

Although the disgust for the fat chef has disappeared a little, and there is some appreciation for his "dream", but in any case, Fu Yuanhang did not know the fat chef before, and he was not familiar with it, and it was absolutely impossible to apprentice at this time.

"I don't agree." After a pause, Fu Yuanhang softened his tone and made an excuse: "I'm just a little person, I can't teach you." ”

The fat chef was a little disappointed when he heard this, but this was expected, he had offended people to death before, and he was rejected by Fu Yuanhang at this time, and he immediately died of this heart.

"I'm sorry, I looked down on you before, it was me who was short-sighted, arrogant, and even insulted you, I'm so sorry!" The fat chef bowed deeply, his attitude was sincere, his eyes were sincere, and he did not have the arrogance he had before.

Fu Yuanhang didn't know what to answer for the fat chef's apology, so he simply waved his hand, and was about to turn around and leave, when he was suddenly stopped by the fat chef: "Can you tell me, squirrel mandarin fish, don't use egg yolk paste, what is the best use?" ”

"Do you really want me to tell you?" Fu Yuanhang turned around and asked. The fat chef tensed his body and thought with his head down.

He suddenly raised his head: "No, thank you!" I'll figure it out myself, and that's going to be my own effort! ”

Fu Yuanhang had a smile on his face, and he heard a good answer.

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Fu Yuanhang and Leshan walked side by side on the road, and just now the two of them visited several hotels, but fortunately, there was no "fat chef incident".

Glancing at Fu Yuanhang on the side, Leshan became more and more curious about him - a person with superb cooking skills, but a very young person, his attitude is not arrogant or impatient, he is very peaceful, humble and polite, and treats people kindly...... It's perfect!

There is an unwritten rule in the culinary world that you can't randomly inquire into the source of each other's recipes and secret recipes, otherwise you will be regarded as a person with bad intentions. Leshan moved his mouth, and finally endured a series of questions.

Fu Yuanhang didn't have this kind of pressure at all, he went on this trip, and he had a more intuitive feeling of the profession of chef - it was a group of very proud guys, and they would not admit to being inferior unless they showed real skills.

Most of the chefs are so confident in their cooking skills that they don't tolerate provocation, and their tempers explode like a blazing fire when they come into contact with the fire every day.

But then again, the food made by the arrogant chefs is also delicious, although Fu Yuanhang doesn't eat much, it doesn't mean that he is not satisfied.

For example, the soft and smooth lion's head, the delicate and delicate chicken soup boiled dried shreds, and the fragrant and tough crystal trotters may be slightly different from those on the earth plane, but they are more local.

In this way, the signature dishes of many hotels, especially five-star hotels, still have some doorways.

This trip is worth it, overall, Fu Yuanhang is still very satisfied, looking at Leshan who is still hesitant, and asking him with a smile: "What do you want to say?" ”

Seeing that he had seen through it, Leshan was immediately embarrassed, coughed twice and said, "It's the first time I've seen ...... You're such a great man. ”

Fu Yuanhang didn't know how to answer, he couldn't say that he had a spirit eating system, it was estimated that Leshan would send him to the hospital for treatment as a neuropathy.

Fortunately, Leshan didn't expect Fu Yuanhang to reply, he lowered his head, as if thinking about something, gradually, Leshan's eyes became firm, and his words were heavy and powerful: "With a history of five thousand years in China, the characters have changed, and countless heroes have been recorded in various wild histories. To this day, there are still legends about them. ”

Leshan suddenly seemed to be a different person, Fu Yuanhang didn't understand his intentions, and listened quietly.

"In the splendid history and culture of China, food occupies an important chapter. It can be said that people can have no clothes and no shelter, but they can't live without food. ”

Leshan's voice was raised: "There are medical saints Zhang Zhongjing in medical skills, Li Xian and Du Sheng in poetry, and Wu Daozi in painting. ”

Fu Yuanhang touched his chin and couldn't help but follow Leshan's thoughts-why is there no familiar "food" that is so closely related to the people, and it seems that there are not many ancient recipes.

Why is that?

Thinking about it carefully, Fu Yuanhang suddenly felt a little cold behind him, but sweat appeared in his palms, and he only heard Leshan continue: "In the widely circulated folk story, there is a man called 'Skimming the Sun', in the ancient era of food scarcity, he went to other countries alone, retrieved some magical seeds, and after his cultivation, there were new varieties of sweet potatoes, potatoes and other high-yield foods, helping people at that time to tide over the difficulties, so as to be presented to the altar in one fell swoop!" ”

Fu Yuanhang couldn't help but clench his hands, he had never heard of such a thing, and retorted: "But that's a legend after all. ”

"No, that's not a legend!"

Leshan turned around and smiled at Fu Yuanhang, there was an indescribable melancholy in his smile, and his tone was low, as if a ghost whispered in his ear: "Someone killed the Eater, took away his achievements, destroyed all the evidence, and blocked all the information about him." ”

"Back then, it was my ancestor who desperately guarded a few fragments of chapters, which recorded some information scattered and passed down from generation to generation, so I could know the truth of the matter."

"The people who erased the existence of the Eater are very ambitious, and they have also obtained some kind of holy object in the hands of the Eater, and their descendants are still active in this world, and their surname is - White!"

Leshan stared at Fu Yuanhang closely, like a crazy beast, opened its huge mouth and roared: "We vow to regain the glory of the Saint of Food!" ”

Fu Yuanhang's heart was pounding, as if he was in a thousand-year-old cold cave, and a dangerous cold air enveloped his body. He seems to be caught up in unknown troubles again, in a whirlpool, and can only resign himself to fate.

[In ancient recipes, squirrel mandarin fish is smeared with egg yolk paste until the whole body of the fish, and the sauce is added to burn it. But with the passage of time, with the improvement of people, the practice of squirrel mandarin fish has also changed, and the egg yolk paste has become dry starch, which makes the taste of the fish better. If you are interested, you can take a look at Baidu, and you will drool when you look at the picture. 】

[Regarding this period of food sainthood, it can be understood as the history that took place in another parallel world, which is what I thought, and I don't need to delve into it. 】

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