"Childe, you're here!" Seeing Lu Xiaoxian walking into the back hall, Wu Liu hurriedly came over to greet him.

"Let them go out first!" Lu Xiaoxian whispered to Wu Liu.

Wu Liu sent the other cooks out of the back hall, and when he saw that Chen San was still there in a daze, he stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

Chen San turned around and saw that it was Lu Xiaoxian, nodded slightly, but did not speak.

Lu Xiaoxian seemed to say to himself: "Everything in the world is not, it is immutable, everything is possible!" Maybe what you thought you couldn't do, you can do in the end. Maybe you think you're a very strong opponent, but in the end you're vulnerable! ”

Speaking of this, Lu Xiaoxian looked at Wu Liu: "Are you a swordsman now?" ”

Wu Liu shook his head honestly.

How could Lu Xiaoxian be a swordsman, he tasted it okay, but if he really wanted him to cook a good dish, it would be difficult.

Lu Xiaoxian squinted his eyes, with a hint of banter in his smile, and stretched out his hand at Chen Sanyi: "Show me your knife." ”

Chen San looked at the knife in his hand with some confusion, and then subconsciously handed it over.

Lu Xiaoxian took the knife, shook it in his hand, and praised it softly: "Good knife." ”

While speaking, Lu Xiaoxian raised his hand, waved the knife, and dropped the knife!

The heavy kitchen knife went straight to Chen San's left hand on the board. His movements were extremely fast, but there was no sign in advance, and before Chen San could react, the knife had already passed through his hand and chopped into the board, and the blade of the knife was trembling slightly.

Chen San's face turned pale and looked at Lu Xiaoxian in a daze.

After a long time, Chen San came back to his senses, he raised his left hand tremblingly, and his palm was intact. The knife just now turned out to be just embedded in his fingers.

"Childe, you are ......" Chen San wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking like he had palpitations.

Lu Xiaoxian didn't speak, just looked at Chen San.

Lu Xiaoxian's knife showed extraordinary eyesight and accuracy. Chen San seemed to have an understanding, and reached out to pull out the kitchen knife chopped on the board, but as soon as he tried hard, the kitchen knife did not move at all, and after a closer look, the blade had been submerged into the board for more than an inch.

Lu Xiaoxian stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the knife, only to see that with a slight lift, the kitchen knife obediently broke away from the board.

Looking at the knife in his hand, Lu Xiaoxian smiled and said, "Who said that a layman can't be a top swordsman?" ”

Wu Liu couldn't help but secretly say to himself: judging from Lu Xiaoxian's action of drawing his sword, the strength on his wrist was enough to rank among the top swordsmen.

"Where you fall, you have to get up!" Lu Xiaoxian threw the knife on the board, turned around and left.

Staring at Lu Xiaoxian's back, Chen San seemed to be a different person in an instant, his waist was straight, and his whole body was full of energy.

……

It was late at night, and most of the restaurants in Nanshi had closed.

The back hall of the drunken sky building was still dimly lit, and an old man was hunched over his waist and sharpened his knife in front of the board.

Suddenly, he stopped, and said without looking back: "It's Lu Gongzi, please come in!" ”

Two young men walked in outside the door, and the old man turned to look at them.

Lu Xiaoxian saluted the old man and asked politely, "Old man, it seems that you know that we are coming?" ”

While speaking, Lu Xiaoxian looked at the other party in the dim light.

It was a lean old man, about fifty years of age, with a weather-beaten face, eyes sunken into their sockets, and long unkempt gray hair.

The old man is too ordinary, ordinary like the hawker who shouts business every day in Nanshi, and he will never deliberately look at it a second time. Lu Xiaoxian felt very disappointed, he couldn't equate the old man in front of him with the world's first chef no matter what.

The old man said angrily: "Wang Yuanwai invited me to come to Luoyang, it is because of you, the January covenant has spread throughout the city, and I know that you will come sooner or later." ”

Lu Xiaoxian was about to ask again in detail, but saw the old man wave his hand and said, "The tables and chairs have been prepared, please sit casually!" I'll prepare some food for you. ”

After speaking, the old man came to the stove by himself.

The cooks all work standing, and there are generally no tables and chairs in the back hall, and the tables and chairs on the open space on the side are obviously specially prepared for them by the old man.

Lu Xiaoxian was not polite and sat down. Chen San didn't sit down, his eyes were always on the old man.

I saw that the old man poured a little oil into the pot, the fire was hot, and a few cabbage leaves were thrown into the pot very casually, plus some seasoning, a wonderful fragrance wafted faintly.

The fragrance is so pure that it makes people feel an indescribable sense of comfort.

Then I heard a "snort", the water was put into the oil pot, and the room suddenly had a great aroma.

After a while, the old man walked over with a large soup basin in both hands, and the focus of Lu Xiaoxian and Chen San's eyes and noses was immediately focused on this soup pot. With each step, the tangy aroma becomes stronger.

"Time is in a hurry, there is nothing good to entertain the two, so I have to use 'cabbage soup' to feast guests, I hope you don't mind. It stands to reason that you really can't make a move...... Well, I'll scramble you another egg. As he spoke, the old man put the soup pot on the table, then turned his head and headed towards the stove again.

As soon as the old man turned around, Lu Xiaoxian couldn't wait to stretch his neck, wanting to see the true face of Lushan in this pot of cabbage soup.

It was really just an ordinary soup, the soup was brown and reddish, and there were a few cabbage leaves floating on the surface, which must have been bland and tasteless, but it smelled very good.

Lu Xiaoxian picked up the soup spoon resting on the edge of the basin and stirred it twice at the bottom of the basin unwillingly, to his surprise and disappointment, there was nothing in the soup except cabbage.

As soon as he tasted it, Lu Xiaoxian was immediately stunned and muttered to himself: "Cabbage soup? How can it be so fragrant? ”

Chen San put down the small spoon and sighed: "I only learned today that this ordinary cabbage can really be brewed into such a pure and delicious taste by the hands of masters, this kind of craftsmanship, I am afraid that there is no second person in the world who can compare." ”

Lu Xiaoxian wanted to say something, but saw that Chen San's gaze drifted to the old capital again.

The cabbage soup can be made at such a level, which makes Lu Xiaoxian full of expectations for the old man's scrambled eggs, and can't help but look in the direction of the stove.

The old man held a sea bowl in his left hand, and pinched a pair of bamboo chopsticks in his right hand and stirred in the bowl, which should be beating eggs. He exerted force on the wrist of his right hand, and the head of the chopsticks followed by a circle in the bowl. The movement became faster and faster, and by the end of the day, the images of the chopsticks shaking had become one piece, and it was impossible to distinguish them. However, the chopsticks are only stirred in the egg mixture, and the sound of the chopsticks colliding with the bowl wall cannot be heard.

Suddenly, the old man's right hand was quickly raised, and a wisp of golden egg liquid was pulled out of the bowl for a long time. Then the old man's right hand shook lightly, but the egg liquid did not stop, jumped to a height of more than two feet, and after a slight pause in the air, it suddenly fell back into the bowl. Almost at the same time, another wisp of egg liquid jumped up from the mouth of the bowl with the bamboo chopsticks, and so on, endlessly.

The two of them were watching intently, and the old man flipped his left hand, and the bowl full of egg liquid was scattered like scattered flowers, but all of them were accurately collected in an iron pot. At this moment, the oil in the pot is already bubbling finely and densely, and when it encounters the egg liquid, it immediately makes a loud noise, and the heat and fragrance overflow at the same time.

The old man didn't use a spatula, but the chopsticks in his hand were spinning at a strange speed, moving quickly and powerfully, carrying the egg liquid through the warm oil, and the golden egg liquid flew up and down rhythmically, like a yellow dragon out of the water, tumbling forward.

At the same time, sprinkle in a little green onion and salt, and in a blink of an eye, the churning egg is eaten and rolled together. The old man kept shaking his wrist and poured the eggs that had been boiling in oil for a while into the plate next to him. For a while, the aroma was overflowing, and the golden transparent scrambled eggs were steaming hot, still trembling slightly.

It's complicated, but it's actually very fast. It is only a matter of moments, from beating eggs, putting them into the pot, to stir-frying, and getting out of the pot, the whole set of steps is done in one go.

The old man brought the plate to the table, found a chair and sat down, and said, "A little coarse tea and light rice, if you don't dislike it, please use it casually." ”

"You're so polite. This cabbage soup and scrambled eggs are fragrant, who doesn't want to taste it when they smell it. How can you dislike it? I'm welcome, feast first......" Lu Xiaoxian picked up the chopsticks, and when he saw the situation inside, he was stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth and said: "This, this ......"

Which is the scrambled eggs on the plate, it is clearly as thin as the egg skin of the cicada's wings, layered on top of each other, lying neatly on the plate.

I don't know how this egg is fried, the shape is beautiful, the color is bright, and the aroma is compelling, so people can't help but look at it......

……

Back in the autumn wind, Lu Xiaoxian called Zhao Fengtang and Wu Liu.

Lu Xiaoxian recounted what happened, and then squinted at Chen San. "What do you think?"

Chen San didn't think about it, and blurted out: "The skills are exquisite, and the deliciousness is endless!" ”

You must know that cabbage soup and scrambled eggs are very common foods among the people in Luoyang City, from seventy or eighty-year-old women to teenagers who are just able to hold pots and spoons. The more ordinary things are, if you want to do a good job and make a color, the more difficult it is, and everyone understands this truth. With this soup and one dish, the world's first chef was able to get Chen San's eight-character comment of "exquisite skills and infinite deliciousness", which can be seen in his accomplishments in cooking.

"You must be right!" Lu Xiaoxian understood Chen San's thoughts at the moment, and also knew that the demonic barrier in his heart could not be broken in a day, so he just reminded lightly, "Even so, it can't be said that he is really invincible in the world!" ”

Zhao Fengtang nodded slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Childe, I think that only by asking the Xuanxu Daoist to go out in person can it be possible to let go of the battle with the world's first chef!" ”

Zhao Fengtang had seen Xuanxu's skills with his own eyes, and since he lost to Xuanxu, he had great respect for Xuanxu. In his opinion, in the entire Luoyang City, only Xuanxu has the strength to compete with the world's first chef.

Zhao Fengtang's proposal coincided with what Lu Xiaoxian was thinking, but Xuanxu had already returned to the Shangqing Palace, and I was afraid that it would take a lot of trouble to invite him out again.

The arrow is ready to fly, I have to send it, no matter what, I have to invite Xuanxu out, at least there is a chance.