Chapter 27 A son who can't write poetry is not a good cook
Although there are no chili peppers, the three seasonings of ginger, shallots and garlic are already available in this era, and there is even pepper, which is enough for a half-hung chef.
The neatly cut slices of meat, the washed vegetables, the crystal clear fish, and the white tofu look like a pleasing feeling, like a work of art.
In particular, Zhao Hao spent 1,000 merit coins to exchange for a basic cooking skills book, and the knife work of cutting vegetables instantly became as pure as fire, and the posture of cutting vegetables was fast and elegant, like dancing, and Mr. Merlin was stunned.
It's just that she is a little unaccustomed to it, what she doesn't understand is why Zhao Hao can't move to throw her two kitchen knives with her left hand and her right hand to her left hand, throwing them around like juggling, which dazzles her.
Soon, she understood that this was not a necessary act to chop vegetables, and although she could not see the expression on her face, she couldn't help but smile in her eyes, like bright sunshine, warm and slightly sighing—this guy was too childish.
It was the best dish in Zhao Hao's life, even if many years later, his cooking skills had reached the special level, but he still missed that day, in the hut behind the ten-mile peach blossom forest, the dish he cooked.
Warm, cozy, extremely relaxed, intoxicating......
The woman who watched him perform from the sidelines watched him wash vegetables, cut vegetables, stir-fry vegetables, and the exaggerated performances, such as throwing a kitchen knife to play cool, making the vegetables and oil in the pot suddenly burst into flames and then throwing the vegetables in the pot high - almost twisted his hand.
No exclamations, no annoyance, just a quiet smile, a warm smile, and even a little ...... The doting smile was the same as she was to the boys, but it seemed a little different.
Zhao Hao, who was originally twenty-five or sixteen years old in his heart, suddenly subconsciously felt as if he was like a naughty child, working hard in front of this veiled woman, which was a kind of ...... The feeling of the eldest sister like a mother, a feeling that has never been felt before.
A plate of boiled fish, no peppercorns and dried chilies, replaced by pepper, the white and tender fish lies on the crispy bean sprouts, supplemented by ginger, onions and garlic, a large pot full, the fragrance is ...... So that those boys will never be finished for the rest of their lives.
Stir-fried seasonal vegetables, although fried over high heat, are still verdant and mouth-watering.
Home-style tofu, yellow on the outside and tender on the inside, supplemented by a fragrant soup, and a long section of green onions, elegant and fragrant.
There is also stir-fried meat with mushrooms, which seems to be light and light, but fragrant and fragrant.
Finally, there is a green onion egg soup, with a little fresh mushrooms and meat slices, which can be regarded as a three freshness - as for the three freshness or the three freshness, he can't figure it out.
Mr. Merlin's eyes were still warm, clear as water, but there was a little more appreciation and surprise.
"This is the most delicious dish Merlin has ever eaten in his life, I can't imagine that Zhao Gongzi not only makes good words, but also stir-fries well, I don't know why he became infamous in the past."
Zhao Hao's answer was very forceful: "Zi said: A son who can't write poetry is not a good cook!" ”
To Zhao Hao's satisfaction, Mr. Merlin was really smart, and instead of asking stupid questions such as "Did Confucius really say that?" but gave him a heart-stopping smile.
The kind of person who wanted to sneer but forcibly held back, a pair of wonderful eyes like autumn water smiled into a crescent moon shape, his body trembled slightly with laughter, and he almost poked his forehead with his slender fingers, and then turned around silently.
Although the veil covered her face, Zhao Hao could imagine that under the thick veil, there must be a smile as white as jade, as bright as spring flowers, and a neat and clean tooth...... A smile captivates the city, and then a smile captivates the country.
The smell of the food gradually wafted outside the house, causing the group of boys to gather outside the kitchen window, drooling, and inhaling the aroma in large gulps, as if they were afraid of taking one less breath.
This meal, everyone ate surprisingly sweet, some boys bit their tongues, and some people licked the bowls clean, and there was no need to wash them at all.
For a person in charge, this is the most useful affirmation and admiration.
When I was a chef myself, it was just the level of a food stall, and I never thought that one day, the dishes I fried would be shocked - of course, this is also related to the quality of the raw materials, pure natural and pollution-free.
The song "Mountains and Flowing Water" is Mr. Merlin's gratitude to Zhao Hao.
The fingertips moved slightly, and the sound of the piano broke through the air.
In the moment of graduation, the sound of the piano is as crisp and pleasant as the cry of Zigui, and it is like the lingering compassion of flowing water. The sound of the piano is like water, faint and noisy, blurring the boundaries between men and women, and only the melodious sound of music. The sound of the piano is like mist, waving away, not dispelling the beautiful swan song in the heart.
"Good song."
Zhao Hao was sincerely admired, such a quyi made him temporarily dispel the idea of exchanging the basic skill book of piano skills, even if his piano skills had been upgraded to the special level later, he was still ashamed of himself.
"Childe doesn't need to call me Mr., the little girl's surname is Yang Mingfang, and Childe can call me Fang'er."
The word "Fang'er" was originally full of charming meaning, but her eyes were as clear as water, which calmed down the ripples in Zhao Hao's heart.
"In that case, Fang'er doesn't have to call me a son, just call me Hao'er."
"Childe's cooking skills, so far, I think Childe's cooking bet with the Zheng family must be extremely interesting, I wonder if Fang'er can take a look?"
Of course you can, otherwise, could it be that my son has traveled thousands of miles to this wilderness to hunt birds? However, Mr. Merlin is Mr. Merlin, he knows the meaning of the song when he hears the strings, and he already knows the meaning without saying it, so smart and beautiful, he is simply a fairy!
"It is a great honor for Zhao Hao to invite Mr. Merlin to come; Fang'er personally cheered the scene, and naturally Hao'er would be very happy. ”
The red sun was slanting in the west, and Zhao Hao spent the whole afternoon in the sound of the piano and the laughter of the children, and finally couldn't help but say goodbye.
When Zhao Hao walked to the firewood, he saw that Zhao Yun and the others were sitting under the peach blossom tree, taking a nap, so many people didn't know how to play a backgammon game with a pebble on the ground......
However, when he saw Liang Lie's resentful expression, Zhao Hao suddenly remembered that he was enjoying the food in the hut, but a few of them had nibbled on the godmother at most, and they didn't feel sorry for it.
"Let's go, go to the nearest drunken immortal building, and my son will be the east." Zhao Hao waved his hand and laughed.
"Where are the fanatics, why don't you come here uninvited, and disturb your sister's Qingxiu!"
As soon as the words fell, there was a loud shout in front of him, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, which shook the peach blossoms and made Zhao Hao hurriedly look up.
I saw a boy like a half-cut black tower, standing majestically in front of everyone, with a look of unkindness on his face.
Zhao Ling was about to move forward, but he heard Yang Fang's voice from behind: "Brother must not be rude, Zhao Gongzi is a distinguished guest for his sister." ”
The young man, who was as strong as a calf, immediately lowered his head and obediently stepped out of the way.
Zhao Hao looked at the young man, but there was a secret praise in his heart, the eleven or twelve-year-old boy actually reached 68 in force, if he got the guidance of a famous teacher, it would not be a problem to be promoted to more than 80 or even 85.