Su Le really didn't expect this old beggar to be quite picky, he also took a bite of the pot meat, and complimented himself: "That's right, how can I have an intermediate chef at my level." ”

The old beggar said disdainfully: "Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back, you are a wild cook who is halfway home, and you don't even have the level of helping the cook." This time the pot meat, you didn't put the oil, you must be afraid that the oil is too heavy, so don't dare to put the oil, directly put the cut pork into the pot to boil, relying on the heat of the iron pot, squeeze out the fat of the pork itself, so the oil is indeed not heavy, but the meat is also dry and burnt, the water in it is lost, the fat becomes xing in the repeated frying, the entrance is difficult to turn into slag, and there is no soft taste that comes slowly from the aroma of the dried meat, failure! ”

Su Le originally thought that the old beggar was picky, but after listening to his comment, he was immediately impressed by the old beggar, just from the old beggar's comment, he could see that the old man in front of him was definitely a food connoisseur!

The old beggar then picked up the mushroom cabbage sum, he took a bite of the mushroom and frowned, but he barely swallowed it, and then ate the cabbage sum, only ate a bite and spit out the cabbage sum: "The mushroom is not fresh, but a watery thing, before drying, it is the next product, after drying, the quality is naturally greatly reduced, and it has become the next product, but the taste is still there, there is nothing wrong with the combination of this cabbage sum and shiitake mushrooms, but the heat control zhì is not good, the cabbage sum is fried too much, most of the water evaporates out, and the mouth is soft and glutinous, and there is no crisp texture of the cabbage heart, Fail! What's even more outrageous is that you didn't wash the cabbage sum, and there was mud belching on it! The way of cooking is not just as simple as frying and stir-frying, a chef can't even do such a simple thing as washing vegetables, how can he do it well? Fail! ”

Su Le said: "Old man, it seems that you are a master, why don't you try this fish." ”

The old beggar only glanced at the garlic carp out of the corner of his eye, and he didn't even have the hope of picking up the chopsticks: "Don't you feel ashamed that the garlic fish is made like this?" Actually brazenly invited me to taste, you kid is so thick-skinned, although the dish of garlic fried fish is ordinary, but it is sloppy to deal with, aside from the sè fragrance, you killed this fish? ”

Su Le nodded.

The old beggar said, "You know how to remove scales, dig out the gills, remove the internal organs, and remove the fishy tendons, but why don't you remove the black membrane in the belly of the fish?" ”

"This ......" Su Le actually neglected such an important matter.

The old beggar said: "If I bought this fish with my money, I will take the plate and put it all on your head, and when I see the black black membrane, I don't even have food anymore, you still let me taste it, taste a fart, are you going to test my stomach?" ”

Although the old beggar spoke indecently, Su Le was usually used to hearing his mother's foul language, not only did he not feel disgusted, but he felt a little kind, Su Le said: "Old man, do you think which of the dishes on this table is okay?" ”

The old beggar snorted and said, "None of them are desirable! But then again, for the sake of your sincerity, I'm going to just eat a little bit for once, and be a loving person, just when I do good deeds, and give you some encouragement, boy, pour me a glass of wine, okay? ”

Su Le got up and picked up the Mianzhu Daqu and gave it to the old beggar to a glass and sent it over, although it was useless to be refuted by the old beggar, but Su Le did not feel any frustration, he understood that he had met a master today.

The old beggar brought his glass to his lips and seemed to remember something: "Boy, do you drink?" ”

Su Le smiled.

"Laughing fart, how do you know how to laugh? I'll ask you. ”

Su Le smiled: "Isn't it just to have fun in the world? You've lived so old and know what makes you the happiest? Su Le took a cup, grabbed the bottle of Mianzhu and poured a glass himself.

The old beggar said: "Yo ho, I was actually admitted to the exam, I don't have so many happy things, but I want to laugh, but I can't laugh." ”

Su Le said: "The poor are happy, the poorer they are, the happier they are, according to this statement, you should always be happier than me." ”

The old beggar took a sip of wine, thought about it, and laughed: "There is indeed some truth, I have lived for more than seventy years, how come I don't even have this truth." He glanced at Su Le: "Why don't you eat vegetables?" Do you think I'm too dirty as an old beggar and have no appetite for me? ”

Su Le said: "Don't think about it, you don't look like a beggar at all, when I first met you, I thought you were an old cadre who visited Weifu privately." ”

The old beggar dropped his glass: "My mouth is so sweet, boy, I am an old beggar, beggars do not necessarily have to wear dirty clothes, since ancient times, beggars have been divided into dirty clothes and clean clothes." ”

Su Le smiled: "You are always a clean-clothed faction, a beggar's gang!" ”

The old beggar laughed: "It's not like it! ”

Su Le said: "Like, like, how many bags of elders are you?" Will the dog stick method and the eighteen palms of the dragon descending be ah? ”

The old beggar suddenly turned his face: "Chill me? Will Lao Tzu have a ball hair relationship with you? “

Su Le's expression was a little embarrassed, how could this old beggar turn his face, but he still had a smile on his face: "Hehe, joking, joking with you." ”

The old beggar said, "How old am I, you are a hairy boy joking with me, you have to lose it to my grandson, if it is my grandson, I will have to use a dog beating stick to open your butt flowers." As he spoke, he laughed to himself: "What's your name?" ”

"Su Le!"

"Su Le! I asked you personally, do you know Su Sanjie from Chunfeng Street? ”

Su Le nodded and said, "That's my mother?" After saying that, he regretted it a little, he didn't see his mother have any friends at all since he was a child, and creditors emerged in endlessly. What if the old beggar is her creditor?

The worst could have happened after all, the old beggar took out a note from his arms and handed it to Su Le.

Su Le picked up the IOU, but saw that it read: "I owe the old beggar a bowl of egg fried rice today." "There is no RI period on it, but there is his mother's autograph Su Sanjie.

Su Le was uneasy before he saw the IOU, but after seeing the IOU, he immediately put it down, just a bowl of egg fried rice. The IOU was covered with oil, and judging from the uh handwriting and signature on it, it was indeed written by his mother.

Su Le said: "My mother is far away, and she won't be able to come back for a while." Seeing that it was just a bowl of egg fried rice, Su Le also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The old beggar said: "It's okay, the mother and son will pay the debt, won't there be you when she leaves, you will compensate me for her." ”

Su Le said: "There are so many dishes here, you can eat as much as you want, it should be worth the bowl of egg fried rice she owes you." ”

The old beggar was quite persistent, he shook his head and said: "Those who ask for rice also have blood xing who wants rice, and those who ask for rice also have the personality of asking for rice, she owes me egg fried rice, of course she has to give me back egg fried rice, you kid don't fool me with other things." ”

Su Le said: "Yes, old man, I'll fry you a bowl of egg fried rice." Growing up, he didn't know how many servings of egg fried rice he had fried, and in his opinion, there was no difficulty at all.

The old beggar sneered and said, "Just your two brushes, you still want to give me scrambled eggs and fried rice?" Although egg fried rice is ordinary, it is the most basic test of the chef's skills. And the egg fried rice must be fried with overnight rice, and the rice in your pot has just been steamed, is it possible for me, an old man, to wait until tomorrow to eat? I don't even know a little bit of basic common sense. That's it, I don't collect debts today, but the interest must be collected, you can scramble me an egg! ”

Su Le was happy when he heard it, the first dish he learned in his life was scrambled eggs, and he made it almost every day, for him, it didn't become any problem at all. Su Le took a sip of wine, got up and went to the kitchen.

Su Le tied his apron here, and the old beggar over there also followed, standing at the door to watch his movements.

Su Le beat three eggs in the bowl, picked up the chopsticks and began to stir, he stirred very quickly, the egg liquid became a swirling golden swirl in the bowl, and the chopsticks in his hand were slightly opened at a 15-degree angle, so that the egg liquid could be pulled into a bundle, and there seemed to be life between the egg liquid and the chopsticks under Su Le's hands, flowing endlessly. The oil pan has been boiled dry, and a layer of oily film is attached to the pot, and the egg liquid at this time has emitted a golden sè brilliant sè, and the texture is very viscous.

Su Le's subordinates kept pouring an appropriate amount of sè oil into the pot, and saw that the oil in the pot began to bubble densely, so Su Le used chopsticks to beat the egg liquid into the pot, and the egg liquid was like a golden ribbon, tumbling and rushing between the pots and bowls, and like the Yangtze River. The green and white green onions, the delicate salt as fine as snow enter the pot at the same time, and blend with the golden boiling egg liquid. Su Le's wrist shook slightly, and the solidified egg liquid rolled in the iron pot, when the fat soaked the surface of the egg liquid. Su Le flipped the scrambled spoon and dropped the eggs onto the plate that had already been prepared on the side. For a while, the kitchen was full of aroma, and the golden translucent scrambled eggs were steaming, as if they were haunted by the mist, and the heat trembled slightly, showing that the eggs were beyond the ordinary tender texture, and the green onions evenly sprinkled on it were just the right amount of color, which made people feel the food in their eyes.

The old beggar stretched out his chopsticks and stuffed a piece of scrambled egg into his mouth, the entrance was tender and soft, delicate and elastic, and the old beggar's frowning brows finally relaxed.

Su Le couldn't help but relax when he saw the old beggar's expression, but he didn't expect the old beggar to frown again in an instant, and then spit out the egg with a snort, and the old beggar sighed: "Are you scrambled eggs or scrambled shit?" Has the pot been washed? Do you warm the pan with hot oil before beating eggs? From beginning to end, your stove fire has not changed, the control of the fried spoon can compensate for your lack of heat, but the fried spoon only plays the role of churning eggs for you, the egg is uneven, don't look at the ordinary scrambled eggs also require considerable skills, when beating the eggs, you must pay attention to the use of wrist strength and balance, when the chopsticks are swirling in the egg liquid, the chopsticks should be connected, the speed is appropriate, and the colloidal inside the egg liquid must be completely integrated by relying on the feeling. And you didn't even do this most basic procedure, no matter how well your process is done, it is still inevitable to fail in the end, I really don't understand, you kid still dare to open a restaurant at this level, your fried dishes are really not eaten by dogs! ”

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