Lu Zhu walked in and followed the sound to find the kitchen, and saw that the old man was standing next to the desk, and was saying loudly: "Hurry up and put them in order, move faster......" and Dongzi was moving the same thing from the basket to the desk, and kept asking: "Where to put this?" What about this? ”

Looking at the bottles and cans on the desk, Lu Zhu blinked suspiciously—which one is this singing?

"Girl, are you here?" The old man suddenly turned around, looked at Lu Zhu, and beckoned to her with a smile, "Come, come here." ”

"What is this?" Green Bamboo walked over and looked at the desk curiously.

The old man looked at the bottles and cans on the stage, and said proudly: "I'm teaching you how to become a master." ”

"Master?" Lu Zhu was stunned for a moment, then raised his face, "But I don't even understand the most basic things, such as how to cut shredded radish into thin and even like hair, how to hollow out bean sprouts and fill in crab meat, how to make a cabbage more delicious than the delicacies of the mountains and seas......"

The old man was about to reprimand her first sentence for "nonsense", but when he heard it, his face showed surprise, and then his eyebrows twisted slightly, and he fell into deep thought.

For a long time, Fang opened his frighteningly bright eyes, grabbed the green bamboo on the desk and looked around and sniffed, and asked repeatedly: "What does it taste like to hollow out the bean sprouts and fill them with crab meat?" Who can make cabbage more delicious than the delicacies of the mountains and seas? Where have you eaten such a dish? I've tasted all the delicious food in the world, why haven't I heard of such a delicacy? ”

"Ugh." Green Bamboo scratched his head, "I came up with it myself and said it nonsense." ”

In the novels she read in her previous life, the author's nonsense or modern dishes, she said it casually. I didn't expect the old man to react so much. Although I don't know what kind of Taoism the old man is, he is not crazy or demonic. The old man was able to leave his attendants and run to this Qingxi Town alone, just to taste the taste of fish. This craze for food, and now her frighteningly bright eyes, made her heart beat a drum and she decided to be cautious in her words and actions in the future.

"Nonsense?" The old man was irresponsible by the green bamboo, aroused full of enthusiasm and hope, and was splashed with cold water by her fluttering four words, his face was hot and cold, red and white, and he opened his mouth to reprimand her for not talking nonsense. But he was reluctant to reprimand her for coming up with such a dish.

After taking a few deep breaths, he suppressed his negative emotions and patted Luzhu's head. smiled happily: "I didn't expect that I just saw that you were upright and kind-hearted, so I decided to accept you as an apprentice." But I didn't want to meet a child with such good qualifications. Good. Well, that's great. ”

Midoritake was stunned. Good qualifications? Just more than 20 days ago, she was slapped on the wrist by the goatee Su Yi, and she was judged to have bad qualifications. But now, just because he casually said two imaginary dishes, he was judged to have good qualifications? Why does she think that these people judge whether other people's qualifications are good or not, just as casually as eating and drinking, and they come when they open their mouths?

Seeing Lu Zhu's face, he was confused. The old man didn't explain to her, but pulled her to the desk. He stuffed another glass of water in her hand: "Come, you taste everything on the desk, and then tell me what you can feel." ”

Although he didn't know what the old man meant by this, Lu Zhu obediently dipped a little of the black stuff in the jar with his chopsticks and tasted it. Just now, she found that these bottles and cans contained all kinds of seasonings, salt, sugar, sauce, vinegar, and there were several kinds of each.

"Sweet noodle sauce." Green bamboo put down his chopsticks and said very decisively. Then pick up the next one, stick out your pink tongue and lick it: "Tahini." ”

"Caviar."

"Shrimp paste."

"Fava bean paste."

……

Although Luzhu was born at the grassroots in his previous life and did not eat many good things, he was stronger than the ordinary people in ancient times.

In addition, she has an extremely sharp tongue, and as long as she tastes the taste and thinks of the insights of her previous life, she can easily recognize the names of these sauces.

As Luzhu reported his name, the old man's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the expression on his face became more and more excited.

"Hey, what is this?" Lu Zhu's footsteps finally stopped in front of a sauce, and the light flashing in his eyes was even more than that of the old man, "This taste...... It's wonderful. ”

"Sen-chan. Steamed peach leaves and sealed into jars; After seven days, take it out and put it in a place where the sun does not see it for seven days, and then add salt according to the ratio of two taels of salt per catty of peach leaves, which is fairy sauce. The old man's eyes lit up and he explained quickly.

Lu Zhu tilted his head, memorized the old man's words, moved to the next jar, picked up the spoon and tasted it: "This is soy sauce?" Hey, no, it's different from ordinary soy sauce, it has a smoother texture than soy sauce, and the taste is more delicious. Well...... It seems to have a bit of a bamboo shoot flavor. ”

The old man said approvingly: "This is bamboo shoot oil." When making dried bamboo shoots in the south, the juice of the boiled bamboo shoots is never changed, and the color of this juice is black, and the taste is delicious and mellow. This is a good thing, and only the monks who live in the mountains have the opportunity to enjoy it, and ordinary people rarely get it. ”

Luzhu nodded, walked to the next jar, tasted it, frowned and pondered for a long time, raised his head and asked, "What is this?" How is it like salt water? However, the smell of this water seems to be a little more flirtatious than ordinary water. ”

The old man's hand stroking his beard froze in the air, and he looked at the green bamboo with his eyes open, as if he were looking at a monster.

"What's wrong?" Lu Zhu touched his face, a little inexplicable.

After a long while, the old man sighed and sighed: "The sauce in front of you has a strong taste, as long as you taste it once or twice, as long as you are not particularly dull and stupid, you can recognize it." So it's not unusual for you to be able to name it as soon as you taste it. Until the bamboo shoot oil, you start to surprise me.

"But you can actually taste the difference between this jar of brine and the difference between it and ordinary water, and the word frivolous is extremely subtle...... Girl, your tongue is not simple, it is half as good as the old man and me. ”

Hearing the last sentence, Luzhu couldn't cry or laugh. Is this old man praising her, or is he praising himself?

"It's pickled snow." The old man said solemnly, "When it snows in the lunar month, there is a layer of snow and a layer of salt. Store tightly sealed in an urn. In the summer, take a spoonful from the urn to cook the fresh meat, and nothing else. The meat tastes like freshly cured meat, and the color of the meat is bright red and beautiful, and it will not spoil for a few days. Use it to cook other dishes or make sauces, and it tastes great. ”

"It's snow." The green bamboo's eyes are also bright. She knew that her body's tongue was sharp, but she didn't know that it was so powerful, she could even taste snow water, and she couldn't help but feel a little complacent in her heart.

Dongzi listened to the old man's explanation on the side, and he was also fascinated. couldn't help but interject: "Master Lin, when you say this, even the little ones understand the use of this pickled snow." But those fairy sauces and bamboo shoot oils in front. Why don't you tell the little bamboo girl how to use them? ”

The old man glanced at the green bamboo, and the meaning in his eyes was unclear: "Girl, do you want to ask what they are used for?" ”

Luzhu shook his head: "I've tasted the taste, and I know how they taste, so it's okay." ”

"Oh? Explain why. The smile on the old man's face grew brighter and brighter. The eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

If it was said that at the beginning, Luzhu didn't understand the old man's intentions. But in the process of tasting, she gradually understood his good intentions, and said with a smile: "At the beginning, didn't the master say that he would teach me to become a master? I think the difference between a chef and a master lies in the use of ingredients.

"A chef will only follow the rules and cook according to the practices and recipes of his predecessors. It's just that even if the taste of the dishes on the recipe is extreme, he is just an excellent cook; But if you can think of something that no one has thought before. Do what no one has done before, and treat the ingredients like a pen in the hands of a painter. Give full play to his imagination, try boldly, pour ink and make a delicacy that has never been seen before, then, even if he only creates one dish, he can be called a master.

"That's why Master wanted me to know the art before he taught me the craft. Understand the taste of the various seasonings and ingredients in your hands, and then make delicious ones based on what you want in your heart, so as not to fall into the trap, to bring forth the new, and to have no craftsmanship. ”

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After Rong Yunhe left, he thought about it, and then took Fushou to the town, wanting to inquire about the situation of the flower viewing conference.

As soon as I entered the Weixiang Residence, I saw that the hall downstairs was full of people. A couple of new guys are serving tea to guests. Everyone seemed to have received some promises, but they didn't rush to serve porridge, and chatted with each other.

"Mr. Sun, seeing that this flower-viewing party is about to open, have you gotten any good flowers this year?" A middle-aged man in his forties at the window table asked an old gentleman in his sixties wearing Confucian clothes at the same table.

"Alas, this flower is getting harder and harder to find." Mr. Sun shook his head, "I got an orchid a few years ago, but I was disappointed when the flower bloomed, and the variety was average. If you take it to a hanami party, you probably won't even be able to enter Sanpinyuan. ”

Rong Yunhe, who had a keen ear, caught this conversation, and couldn't help but stop, looking at the table and listening attentively.

When the middle-aged man heard that Mr. Sun didn't find a good flower, he couldn't help but feel proud: "Hehe, I got a good flower......

Everyone was sitting, Rong Yunhe felt that it was okay for him to stand here all the time, and when he saw that there was only an old man in a brocade robe sitting at the table behind Mr. Sun, he walked there and asked, "Old man, can I sit here?" ”

The old man glanced at this clever and cute little girl, and then smiled: "It's okay, sit down." ”

"Master, why don't I ask the shopkeeper to arrange a private seat for you?" The man said softly.

"No, you don't." The old man waved his hand.

Rong Yunhe didn't have time to listen to what they said, and as soon as he sat down, he listened intently to Mr. Sun's conversation.

“…… It's just that last year was the top of this flower, and I don't know if everyone will think this flower is not unusual this year, and don't give high scores. The middle-aged man sighed. It seems that the good flower he got this year is the color-changing azalea.

Mr. Sun nodded: "And you can't rule out the possibility that someone else also got this flower." However, with this flower, it should not be a problem to enter Yipinyuan. Anyway, Master Zhou is rich, and the 1,000 taels of silver are not eye-catching, and making flowers every year is just an elegant picture. ”

Master Zhou laughed: "Speaking of which, who can participate in the flower viewing party, who really cares about the 1,000 taels of silver?" Everyone is just bored and has nothing to do, just have fun. Usually play with flowers, get good flowers to do a poem or two, and enjoy the flowers with everyone to have fun, but it is also a great pleasure in life. ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Mr. Sun nodded in agreement.

"In addition to the flower, Zhou has another big optimism about eating. Yesterday, I heard a friend say that this fragrant porridge is a must. I thought that Mr. Sun was also a good eater, so I invited Mr. Sun to try it today. ”

"Thank you Master Zhou for having delicious food and still thinking about old decay, and the next time you meet delicious food, you won't forget Master Zhou." Mr. Sun arched his hand with a smile on his face.

Rong Yunhe couldn't help but sigh a little disappointed when he saw that they no longer talked about the flower viewing party, wondering if he would go up to talk to them and ask them where they could buy flowers.

Rong Yun and thought about it, and saw Xiao Wu come in with porridge, it is estimated that if she doesn't ask again, it will be difficult to disturb others if she eats for a while, and after thinking about it, she is a little girl after all, if she asks, she is afraid that people will think she is messing around, so she quickly sent Fushou forward.

Fu Shou stood up and made a gesture to Mr. Sun and Master Zhou: "The student has taken the liberty of disturbing the two gentlemen." The students would like to ask, is there a special place in this town or city to sell the strange flowers mentioned by the two gentlemen? ”

Mr. Sun and Mr. Zhou were interrupted by Fushou, and they were a little unhappy.

When you see that although he is wearing Confucian clothes, it is coarse cloth clothes, you will know that his family is poor. Those from poor families want to participate in the flower viewing party, just for the thousand taels of silver. This is simply an insult to Mr. Sun and Master Zhou, who pride themselves on being elegant, for their activities. Therefore, I was even more displeased in my heart.

However, Master Zhou also knows the truth of "it is better to bully the white beard than to bully the poor youth". The poor boy in front of him is a scholar, if he becomes an official one day, who knows if he will find trouble because of today's snub? Thinking of this, he still answered Rong Yunhe's question lightly: "Every year, there are flower sellers who send flowers to the door for us to choose, but I have never heard of a special place to sell flowers." ”

Mr. Sun is a well-known teacher in the county, and the students in this county, whether they are his disciples or not, will often visit him and ask him for advice.

He looked at Fushou Miansheng, guessing that it was probably a student in a private school in the countryside, so he opened his mouth and said: "Young man, those flowers and grasses are not things you can think of, they are a thing that costs money, a better flower and tree will cost a few taels of silver, and a slightly more expensive one will cost hundreds of taels of silver." I don't think you can afford to play, so you should concentrate on your studies. (To be continued.) )