The world does not collapse, her commission is complete.

Detachment from the world will not be hindered.

There's nothing wrong with it, and it's like there's nothing wrong with it.

At lunchtime, Ye Ye informed everyone who was in a state of confusion that there would be new travelers coming here.

"There's a new traveler coming, and then what?" Geng Zhi boy Geng Zhi spoke.

"Ahem, I'll tell you." The old king cleared his throat and prepared to speak.

"Students, although you have graduated, you are still a part of the school, and you must always maintain the reputation and honor of your alma mater when you go out."

"Most of the tourists who come here have status, and if they can have fun together, everyone is good."

"If you can't get along, then the well water will not interfere with the river water, and you can't take the initiative to stir up trouble."

"We're tourists, they're tourists, but we can't make it difficult for the staff and managers here."

"Some of you are prickly heads, and you are usually obedient, so I'm not worried."

"Now I'm not worried."

"So I only have one request, don't take the initiative to stir up trouble, play happily, and hope to be able to do it." Lao Wang Tou actually wanted to make a long speech, but Lao Chen's posture of drinking soup one bowl after another made him feel vigilant.

The chef's cooking skills are not picky, and they are very much in line with their appetites.

In addition, the chef still has some research on pharmacology, although he does not know the specific ingredients that work, but he has a lot of experience in what kind of medicinal food can be made by adding what kind of ingredients to what maturity of medicinal herbs.

If you tell the chef about the effects of some special treatments of the medicinal materials found when he copied the potions over the years, eating delicious food in the future is equivalent to taking medicine that nourishes the body.

When I think about it, I don't think life is too easy.

The chef only made an ordinary mushroom soup at noon, without any medicinal herbs, and the taste of the mushrooms often had to be lightly seasoned.

However, it tastes good with barbecue sauce and spices.

There are two kinds of soup at their table, one is mushroom soup and the other is pork ribs and yam soup.

The soup is good, fragrant and gluttonous.

Lao Wangtou ate little breakfast, just two boiled eggs, a steamed bun, and a cup of soy milk.

The steamed bread is a small steamed bun, the boiled egg does not eat the egg yolk, and the soy milk is only added with a little sugar.

Fortunately, the soybean milk is made of sufficient materials, not the kind of soybean milk water mixed with a lot of water in ordinary schools, but real freshly ground soy milk, which is very fragrant and can be drunk with some sugar.

Jiang Tu is still used to putting more sugar, eating sweet is not good for the body, and eating salty is not good for the body.

A little overdose is still not a big deal.

The soup is a single portion, a small soup cup, enough for two bowls.

After taking two sips of a bowl of soup, the old Wang Tou, who felt that his whole person was delicious, looked at Jiang Di's small soup cup and showed a little curiosity.

"I can drink it, it's a pot of water, but I add something else." Ye Ye explained to Jiang Di, who didn't make the soup with his hands.

"This thing is more supplemental, and if you choose it for your physical condition, the teacher may not be able to stand it, so it's-"

"Trouble Ye Ye, thank you, you are such a good person." Jiang Tu took a small bowl of soup, picked it up, smelled the pork ribs and yam soup that was larger than the table, and forcibly distinguished the difference between the two soups.

The bowl of soup in her hand was more refreshing than the soup on the table, which had nothing to find fault with.

Anyway, she is not very familiar with cooking, and she is not good at stewing soup.

Drinking soup is yes.

Compared with the two soups, the large portion of pork ribs and yam soup with no oil at all is more greasy.

Jiang Di could only think that his senses were sharper.

Chefs don't bring food they don't like to their diners.

Chefs who cook too many dishes often do not feel any satisfaction with eating the food in their mouths, and generally do so to fill their stomachs and gain the energy to continue working.

People who like to cook don't necessarily like to eat, it's necessary to have a tongue that is good at tasting taste, but it's not necessary to like food, it's enough for them to like ingredients.

At the table, the chef only occasionally eats a chopstick dish, drinks two mouthfuls of soup, eats two bites of rice, chews slowly, and more often talks to Lao Chentou.

Talk in a low voice to avoid disturbing other people.

As for the old king, seeing that he couldn't grab the other bowls of soup one after another, he took the only bowl of soup he grabbed and went to rub the soup from the other table and drank it.

Jiang Di has been sitting with the teacher group for the past two days, but thinking about Jiang Di and Ye Ye's good relationship with the teachers, they don't care much about this.

I don't care about it, I can't help but ask other students who have a good relationship with the teacher.

"Why don't you sit with the teachers?"

"How many seats are there at a table? That table has a place for me, and it's not suitable for me and my little object, you feed me, I feed you, don't you? ”

There are about 12 seats at a table, and there is more space for activities.

Jiang Di's table was specially given seats to the chef, and the thirteen chairs did not reduce any movement space, so it didn't look crowded when sitting.

A table of joyful and cheerful, the atmosphere looks hot to some people's eyes.

Lao Wangtou, who thought that he was jealous of his precious students, brought a bowl of soup and asked people to add a place at the students' table to eat with them.

The young man who was silent in an instant only lowered his head and pulled the rice into his mouth, and while eating rice, he secretly said in his heart that it was uncomfortable to sit and eat with the teacher.

Especially to sit with the old king's head.

If it was Mr. Jiang Ranjiang who sat here, he would be very good, and he could still talk a few words.

How did the old Wang Tou know that he was disliked, and when he saw that the students were all as well-behaved as quails, he guessed that it was because he was sitting here that they were restrained, and the old Wang Tou sat steadily, and did not eat much other dishes, but only drank soup.

The soup on their table was drunk to a few teachers who drank soup like water, and Jiang Di's soup smelled more fragrant, but no one would think about it.

The little girl's face turned pale like that, and Ye Ye's baby looked like that, where could they see it.

It should have added some special herbs for the little girl to drink to replenish her body.

A group of people are alive and kicking around to eat and sleep, where do you need to drink such a tonic soup.

But thinking like this in my heart, when I finished eating and chatted with the chef, where would the two old gourmets, Lao Wang Tou and Lao Chen Tou, not be curious about the soup.

"The soup? It's pork ribs and yam soup, which almost comes out of a pot, but with some herbs. ”

"Ye Ye took some medicinal herbs, it looked like Cordyceps, but it didn't look like Cordyceps, just a little bit, I added it to stew, and then I wanted to fish it out but didn't see it." Chef thought it was a little strange.

He has stewed Cordyceps chicken soup many times, and he hasn't added Cordyceps to the pork rib soup, but when did he use Cordyceps to boil Cordyceps?

He didn't taste the soup either, Ye Ye kept watching, and when he saw him nodding, he took the soup cup away.

If the chef hadn't stopped Ye Ye in time, Ye Ye would have served the hot soup cup with his bare hands.

"Ye Ye, that kid, don't you like that white and pure little girl?" The chef is a little sluggish, but not invisible.

Who would be so concerned about a person for no reason?

Even the employer who provided him with the best working environment couldn't let him, a full-time cook, guard a soup so carefully.

The chef only thinks that he has talent and capital, has a big temper, and is on the shelf.

I didn't suffer any losses, let alone any hardships.

That employer has a strange temper, and his status is so high but he has no taboos.

I ate and ate, and I didn't see any intolerance.

It's just that he made medicinal food for that employer for two years, and he didn't take care of people's bodies at all.

It is said that what to eat and what to supplement, even if you eat those ordinary meals with good color and flavor, you should also recuperate your body better, not to mention tailor-made nutritious meals that are adjusted at all stages?

He is a cook, good at making medicinal diets, and a doctor with excellent pharmaceutical talent from a family of Chinese medicine.

The first time I was frustrated, but I was not discouraged.

Employers, who have never raised their opinions and rarely spoken, said they didn't need to renew their contracts.

I heard that the employer has changed one cook after another in the past ten years, and it has lost a lot.

He didn't know what the hell was there to toss.

After changing a few places of work, he used his savings to open a private restaurant, only making dishes he liked, and customers were willing to hold the dishes he made.

But Chef wasn't happy.

He had an identity and status very early, and he originally valued the thing of fame.

Later, I also felt that it was not Erer.

He didn't practice medicine, and many people felt pity at that time, but he only focused on watching the fireworks in the world from the stove.

It's weird to be good-looking, it's weird to be tempting.

Strange like the color of the eyes of a person I haven't seen in a long time.

The chef stopped talking as he spoke, looked at a mountain in the distance, and looked at the light blue gauze that shrouded the mountain like mist and smoke, and felt a little melancholy out of thin air.

The year of not being confused has passed, and it is rare to have such thoughts.

Chef sighed and continued to speak to the trio.

They were already familiar with each other, the chef had learned about other uses of some medicinal herbs, and he had ideas for the new dishes he had been researching, but when he left the corridor, he couldn't help but glance back at the distant mountains.

I don't know how many years have passed in the mountains.

He has been here for two months, and he has not contacted the outside world, and has devoted himself to researching new dishes, hoping to research a real medicinal diet with therapeutic effects, rather than eating a medicinal diet that has some nourishing and nourishing effect to comfort himself.

The medicinal materials used in the medicinal diet are the key, and the mutual restraint between the medicinal properties is also important, he can be abducted by Ye Ye into this deep mountain, in addition to wanting to get acquainted with the trio, he also wants the long-term supply of medicinal materials in Ye Ye's hands.

As long as he works for Ye Ye, there is a long-term contractual relationship between the two of them, and Ye Ye will provide him with all the highest quality medicinal materials he needs.

It's a shortcut he can take.

Chef doesn't have a lot of background.

Traditional Chinese medicine is not so popular, and the Chinese medicine practitioners who are really capable are all genuine old Chinese medicine doctors, with white hair, bright spirits, and gentle expressions.

The chef has also seen people, but he always has a cold face, and the patients who come to see him don't like him.

He also doesn't like to deal with patients.

Patients always have a lot of questions, hiding in the kitchen, just looking at the order list, occasionally listening to a few comments, and not having to communicate with customers, so much more comfortable.

Ingredients don't speak, but they are no different from herbs.

To really say, it is that medicinal materials are more expensive, squeamish and expensive.

Ingredients also have their own characteristics and their own temperament.

Thinking about the inspiration that had just sprung up to him, the chef retracted his feet as he walked to his lodgings and turned back to his kitchen.

It is said to be a small kitchen, but it is actually 50 square meters, and this is not a kitchen open to the public, and the chef does not cook dishes for customers outside.

The dishes here are usually tasted by the chef, tested by the machine, and then asked someone to be used as an experimental subject, and the finished dishes were sent through the channel of Ye Ye, and after a cycle, the checklist was taken and then targeted for improvement.

These data are not really the one he wants to get, only when he makes this medicinal diet, which is still very idealistic, and then justifiably, sends this medicinal diet with too many selfish intentions to that employer.

Write down all the precautions on paper and leave them to that person.

The chef didn't know how many dishes he had wasted, and how many people he knew with similar symptoms were used as test subjects.

There was not much effect, but fortunately, there were no toxic side effects, and those who were willing to be his guinea pigs were more or less in good health.

He was still not satisfied.

Such a weak effect can only be effective for ordinary people in the long term.

For those people, eating for a lifetime will not do anything.

The chef found himself distracted by chopping vegetables, and narrowly scratched his fingers.

"Fortunately, this knife didn't cut completely." After simply treating the wound, he disposed of the unusable ingredients and started his cooking process again.

Decoction and soup are not simple things.

Medicine is to cure diseases and make up for deficiencies.

The soup is for a good taste, and the soup is important to drink smoothly and comfortably.

Other dishes are not suitable for a longer period of time, only the soup can be left for a while after cooking, even if it is cold and hot, it will not be much different from the freshly stewed one.

The chef, who had changed his mind little by little, took care of the ingredients and herbs, looked at the wall clock on the wall, guarded the dancing flame and the clay pot on the flame, and his eyes did not blink.

There are many kinds of feelings between people.

Different people will have different feelings about different things.

There will always be people who will meet people who think they are looking at it for ten thousand years.

There are always people who miss out on the people they really want to cherish.

The good thing is that kindness in the world is everywhere, and you don't need anything else to feel enough warmth.

People don't really need much warmth and touching.

Sometimes, as long as one person, at a slightly special time, does a small thing, he can become another person's world.

More often than not, it's a heart for respect.

The words worthy of people and worthy things are worth it, and they are not judged by others.

All the efforts, whether there is a return or not, as long as you feel that it is worth it, it is worth it.

When the hands reached ten o'clock, a very soft sound made the chef immediately raise his eyes to see the soup on the stove.

Time is enough, this time the soup, I hope not to disappoint him.