The old man of the Fang family was already preparing to pick up vegetables, but when he saw the person coming clearly, he made a movement in his hand and put down the chopsticks again.

"Zhongkun, meet again." Fang Wenzhao looked at Ai Zhongkun with a smile, his face was full of kindness, and he changed the majesty when he was negotiating.

In fact, after so many years, if Fang Wenzhao hadn't looked for him before, Ai Zhongkun would definitely not have recognized him as the ragged young man back then.

"Eh, you kid didn't even notify me when he came to my house!" Ai Zhongkun did not lower his posture at all because of the crisis of the group.

Ai Shiheng couldn't help but be stunned when he heard his father actually talking to the old man of the Fang family in such a familiar tone, why hadn't he heard his father say that he still knew such a number one person.

Fang Wenzhao didn't mind, thinking that this was the chef he knew back then. When he was still down, he was living on the streets, and he couldn't even afford to eat a bowl of rice, but it was Ai Zhongkun's bowl of rice that saved his life.

"Didn't I miss your tomato scrambled eggs!" He pointed to the dish on the table, "I'm sorry, I've already troubled your son to get a plate, and after all these years, I can't find a store like yours!" ”

Ai Shiheng and Ai Xi finally understood now, why the Fang family ordered such a home-cooked dish during the negotiation, it turned out that it was because they had eaten his old man's tomato scrambled eggs before!

The Ai family started as a restaurant, and now there are many exclusive recipes of the Ai family in Ai's Restaurant, but now the Ai family is no longer a chef.

And the Fang family came to talk today, but they also fell in love with the signboard of Ai's Restaurant, and wanted to inject capital and cooperation to develop the food industry. Since they want to enter the catering industry, cooking skills are naturally the most important, and I am afraid that they have to look at the inheritance of Ai's craftsmanship.

It's no wonder that the Ai family talks failed in the previous life.

Ai Zhongkun lives in the hospital, his son has no talent for cooking, and he has studied business since he was a child. The granddaughter is talented but went abroad to learn French cuisine, the grandson is still young, and his mind is not on cooking at all, how can he inherit it?

"Hey, that's of course, my Ai's craftsmanship is even a simple plate of tomato scrambled eggs, which is incomparable to others." When it came to cooking, Ai Zhongkun became proud again, he looked at Ai Xi and said, "Girl, remove this dish, you go and fry a new plate for Grandpa Fang." ”

Fang Wenzhao stretched out his hand to stop, "Don't, isn't this a waste, isn't your chef using your Ai family's craftsmanship?" ”

Ai Zhongkun: "Of course, how can my Ai's craftsmanship be passed on casually, my granddaughter is the quasi-successor!" ”

…… Although Ash would like to say that she still has a shadow on Chinese food, at this point in time, she is really the only one who has learned this craft.

She smiled sweetly, walked to the old man of the Fang family and said, "Grandpa Fang, keep this plate for us to eat by ourselves, and it won't be wasted." Since you originally wanted to eat the taste made by grandpa, then you must give me this opportunity, grandpa said that I am almost hot, you can eat it later, just dial it to see what kind of flavor I am missing. ”

"Come on, then let Grandpa Fang taste the craftsmanship of Old Man Ai's apprentice." Fang Wenzhao didn't continue to shirk, after all, the little girl of the Ai family had already taken the dishes away.

*

Ash exited the study with tomato scrambled eggs, and looked at the two old men who were talking happily inside, and was inexplicably relieved.

The porcelain plate was so cool to her fingertips that it was so real that Ash had to believe that she was not dreaming, and she was full of anticipation, believing that she would be blessed by God and have a chance to live again.

This time, the trajectory has changed, after all, Fang Wenzhao didn't see his grandfather last time, and he couldn't taste the taste of his heart.

Thinking of this, Ash couldn't help frowning slightly.

As far as she knows, Fang Wenzhao got his grandfather's bowl of tomato scrambled egg rice when he was so depressed that he couldn't even afford to eat. It was a delicious taste when I was very hungry, and it was the taste of charcoal in the snow when I was down, and it was so difficult to restore the taste at that time.

Ash brooded as he walked to the kitchen, busy with a buffet that needed to be prepared in the evening.

It's a party, and it's all the materials.

She prepared all the ingredients first, because she had been learning to cook from her grandfather, and she had to come to the kitchen from time to time to practice, and the chefs were not surprised.

Since Fang Wenzhao eats tomato scrambled egg bowl, the most important thing in this plate of tomato scrambled eggs is the thickness of the tomato juice, Ash chose the largest tomato but only picked two and a half large eggs.

She washed the tomato and removed the stem, but before she could pick up the knife, a delicate sound suddenly came to her ears.

"Whew, the water is so cold, it's (>_<) cold."

Ash shook his hand and subconsciously whispered, "Who is it?" ”

However, the kitchen was busy and no one was talking. She suddenly asked, and everyone looked at her strangely.

"Didn't anyone speak just now?" She asked again.

"Nope." The chef replied to her.

Strange, she heard the voice just now, could it be a hallucination?

But the chef couldn't lie to her, and she couldn't figure it out, so Ash started cooking again.

It's been a long time since I've taken a big kitchen knife like China, and when the Aishiti knife cuts through the middle of a tomato, it's still a little abrupt.

Cut longitudinally and horizontally, the tomato was cut into even small cubes by her, and before she could break the shell of the egg, Ash heard the sound again!

"Oye, this beautiful girl today didn't pick up the baby's clothes, Hi Sen! o(≧v≦)o~~”

Ash jerked his head up, only to see that everyone around him was putting on a plate of delicate cakes, and no one was talking. Moreover, this voice is delicate, most of the kitchen is adult men, and there is only one female chef, and the voice is a little sharper than this.

It's not the kitchen guy who is talking.

If you want to be crazy, then who is talking?

She stared at the diced tomatoes and said in her heart, it can't be that the tomato spoke, and she heard it!

Holding back the shock in his heart, Ash broke one egg in one hand on the edge of the bowl. The action was smooth, and the two eggs rolled into the bottom of the bowl without leaking.

"Oh my God, I hate to see my brother. When we meet, we are basically destined to be fused with the blender again, can't we pick a beautiful little girl to lie in a bowl with me?! o(︶︿︶)o”

"My dear brother, we can't be born by Mother Chicken on the same day and month of the same year, but we can die in the bowl at the same time on the same day and month of the same year, isn't it perfect! Look at Sister Tomato, she has been diced again, we can play happily with her again, happy! ~\(≧▽≦)/~”

Ash:......???

What's going on? Mother chicken? Tomato sister?

She is really still dreaming, otherwise how could the ingredients become essence?!

As the cooks served the dishes, and Ash was left alone in the kitchen, she asked, "Are you talking?" Eggs and tomatoes? ”

After that, she felt that she must be crazy, otherwise how could she question the ingredients!

Who knows, but in a moment, the kitchen exploded:

"Huh? Brother, is this young lady asking us? Σ(°△°|||) ︴”

"Are you retarded? How is it possible for humans to hear us? ”

"Brother Egg, it seems that she can really hear it, just now I complained that the water was cold, and she also stopped and asked who it was?"

"Wow, that's amazing, Miss Word! If you can really hear us talking, please wait for me to fry me in the oil pan first, and then fish me out and throw me away, otherwise the diners will complain that I am bitter when they eat me! Yes, I'm shallot~~"

……

"Click-"

The knife in Ash's hand landed on the cutting board in an instant, she was definitely dreaming, she was not very sick in the dream!

"Ah, alright, shut it all up!" Her ears were full of gossip about the ingredients, and the noise made her brain hurt, and she couldn't help but burst out in the end.

"What's wrong, Miss Ash?"

She had just finished yelling when the cooks outside came back from serving their dishes.

"It's okay, you leave me alone."

Ash frowned and looked at these ordinary ingredients, whether they were refined or not, whether they were dreaming or not, she was happy from the bottom of her heart to see the vivid appearance of her family again. Besides, if it weren't for her dreams, she would have been able to come back from the dead, so what else would be impossible?!

So, she still had to calm down and make this tomato scrambled egg.

The oil in the pan was warm from the time she washed the tomatoes, and after she stirred the eggs, she cut the green onions and fried them in the oil.

But after a while, the kitchen was filled with the tantalizing smell of scallion oil, and when the green onions began to turn yellow, Ash quickly fished out the green onions. Immediately, pour the well-mixed egg mixture into the scalding scallion oil, and the egg will quickly absorb the scallion oil and merge with it.

Ash added a little more oil to the pot, also heated, and poured all the diced tomatoes into it. Add sugar and salt to taste as usual, and she presses the tomatoes with a spatula to make them juice quickly.

Who knew that under the pressure, the tomato spoke again: "Woo, the spatula hurts so much!" Woo woo, the young lady is bad, for the sake of tomato juice, so let me cry hard/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~"

Ash's delicate and aggrieved voice made Ash's heart tremble, and when she saw that it was almost pressed, she scooped a small bowl of water into it, and then thickened it and poured it into the pot and stir-fried. After a while, the warm red tomato juice in the pot gradually thickened.

"Wow, Miss Crab, I'm much more comfortable! In fact, if you want the water to have a tomato flavor, my sister can add a little tomato sauce! ⁄(⁄⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄⁄)⁄”

Ignoring the coquettish thanks, Ash felt that this tomato made a lot of sense, grandpa could meet Fang Wenzhao at that time, and he must not have become a real chef yet. Then, in order to make the tomato juice more abundant, you may really add tomato sauce.

Although the flavor of the sauce was too strong and probably backfired, leaving the scrambled tomato eggs with only a sour taste, Ash added tomato sauce to it.

Because of the hurry, the fire was turned on to the maximum, and a lot of water in the pot was evaporated in an instant, which provoked the tomatoes to start protesting.

"Little sister, you can add eggs, otherwise the juice will slowly decrease!"

Ash looked into the pot, and sure enough, the tomato juice was already bubbling, and she obeyed the tomato's instructions, poured the eggs into it, and simply stir-fried.

The eggs have a strong ability to absorb oil, and she doesn't dare to wait too long before they come out of the pan.

But the chattering egg said: "Wait, I have to wait a little longer for my brother and me to drink enough, and it will taste sweet and sour taste of tomato juice~"

Ash paused, and really stopped.

After a while, Brother Egg boiled the pot coldly, "If I don't fish again, I'll be old." ”

……

Although this tone was very unbeatable, Ash still cooperated to turn off the heat and take out a white porcelain plate to serve.

Under the reminder of the ingredients, this plate of scrambled tomato eggs is really fresh and fragrant, the soup is rich, and even the eggs are faintly exposed to tomato red, making people feel that they can burst out with a mouthful of sweet and sour tomato juice in one bite.

Ash tasted it, a little sour, but not too much, which was very in line with Fang Wenzhao's description. Because most people don't make this dish so sour, it has always been difficult to find the same taste.

She didn't linger too much in the kitchen, even if she was curious about how the ingredients could speak, even if she wasn't sure if she was dreaming, she had to ask Fang Wenzhao to hurry up and eat the hot dishes.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the study, Ash suddenly heard a "ding-" sound, and then a mechanical voice sounded in his ears:

"The gastronomy system has been triggered, and the quest has been started—"