"How?"

Chen Lian looked at the grunt meat on the stove and asked Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui made a Sima face and smiled reluctantly: "The color fragrance in the color fragrance has been reached." ”

Chen Lian picked up the chopsticks on the side and handed them to Wang Fugui, "Come, taste it." ”

Wang Fugui: "......"

His legs went limp, and he began to shiver, wondering why he had stayed in the kitchen early in the morning.

But the old man commanded, and he could not refuse.

He trembled his hands, took the chopsticks, and comforted himself in his heart: "I watched the whole process of the master's cooking just now, and it seems that there was nothing wrong, maybe it tastes good this time." ”

After doing a good job of mental construction, Wang Fugui closed his eyes and tasted a mouthful of grunt meat.

And then - straight to the ground, body convulsions, as if poisoned.

Chen Lian hadn't spoken yet, and the subordinates outside the kitchen had already calmly carried Wang Fugui down to induce vomiting.

Chen Lian frowned, pursed his lips, and was very unhappy: "Is it so unpalatable?" ”

Despite his doubts, he didn't touch the grunt himself.

He picked up the recipe and went back to the study, as if nothing had happened.

The original body's wish is very simple, one is to travel through the splendid mountains and rivers laid by his father and other martyrs, and the other is to find a suitable host for the food system.

If it was a side system, Chen Lian would have thought of breaking it apart and studying it, after all, it was the first time he had encountered this kind of "creature", but this system was a food system.

Food...... Chen Lian [txt fo] couldn't refuse.

In addition, the system is intellectually inferior, and does not think independently except for established procedures, so it seems to have little research value.

In the past two years, Chen Lian has slowly absorbed spiritual power to repair this body, just to be able to walk around, and not hang up halfway.

The foundation of this body was already broken, and there was the pressure of the Heavenly Dao above his head, so he couldn't cultivate at all.

It can only moisturize things silently and absorb spiritual power and prolong life.

The original body's mission didn't seem important to him, and after all, he didn't want to stay in this house all the time.

The most important thing is that because of the original body's overly sensitive tongue, he has not eaten particularly satisfactory food in the past two years, which makes him feel very bad.

"This recipe needs a successor too."

Chen Lian flipped through the recipe and looked carefully at the dishes on it.

Before noon, he touched his stomach and sighed: "I'm hungry." ”

At this time, the season that went out to smash the shop came back, and he also brought the newly baked old capital soup dumplings, and held them in front of Chen Lian like a treasure: "Master, this bun is made by me staring at them, you can taste it." ”

After Chen Lian cleaned his hands, he took a bite of the bun, swallowed it and nodded: "This time it's fresh, let the kitchen prepare lunch, I'm hungry." ”

As soon as the season was heard, he hurried down and commanded.

As a result, after a while, he came back with a complicated face: "Master, I'm going to pack you the capital roast duck today, right?" ”

"What's wrong?"

"Wang Fugui said that he can't go into the kitchen for the time being."

Chen Lian: "......"

Oh, he remembered.

Wang Fugui was almost killed by his purring meat.

Chen Lian was not weak-hearted, but he said quietly: "Master, don't go into the kitchen in the future." ”

Chen Lian looked at him, raised his eyebrows, and lowered his voice: "You also think I don't have talent in cooking?" ”

Not to mention that he has no talent, the food made by the master is almost comparable to arsenic.

I heard the old man who served in the courtyard say that after Mrs. Dashuai died ten years ago, the old man also cooked once.

After that, I haven't been in the kitchen again.

I don't know why, two years ago, my lord became obsessed with cooking again.

At that time, when the master asked him to taste the four happiness balls he made, he was still flattered, and then ...... He couldn't eat for several days because of the shadow of the Four Happiness Pills.

His master really has no talent for cooking!

"Master Jin Zunyu, the kitchen smoke is too big, and your body is not suitable to stay in that kind of environment." No matter what you think in your heart, Season will definitely not tell the truth.

Chen Lian took the fig leaf handed over by the season and nodded, "You're right." ”

*

On the day when the last snow melted in the capital, Tatsuren and Shiling left the capital together.

At the beginning of 1985, Chen Lian left the capital where he had stayed for two years, took the green train, and went to the south.

But what Season doesn't understand is why he doesn't go to the big city, but to the countryside.

"In the past, there would be educated youths in the countryside, but now it's eighty-five years later, and all the educated youths who should go back to the village have returned."

The seasons really don't know what is worth going to in the countryside.

When Chen Lian heard this, he happened to see a wonton shop not far away, so he led him in: "It is said that the real delicacy is in the countryside, so I naturally want to taste it." ”

Shi Ling only felt that he couldn't believe it, could it be that their master was going to go out for a walk, purely because he wanted to eat delicious food?

The perception was too cruel for him to believe.

"Boss, two bowls of ravioli." After Chen Lian entered, he said to the proprietress who was busy over there.

"Okay, two pretty boys, wait a minute."

Chen Lian sat down and looked at the wonton shop.

Now the domestic production team should be completely gone, and many self-employed people have appeared, especially small street shops like this, which have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

When Chen Lian looked at the store, Shi Ling noticed that there were customers in the store, as well as the girl sitting at the cash register over there, all looking at his master.

Shi Ling glared at them a few times, they were frightened at first, and then they continued to look at them from their hearts when they should have seen it later.

Shi Ling doesn't care about them anymore, his master looks really demonic.

Even when he saw the old man for the first time, he thought it was a god from the sky.

Thinking of this, Shi Ling couldn't help but recall the first time he met Chen Lian.

Actually, it wasn't really the first meeting.

His father was a soldier under Shi Dashuai, and he followed Dashuai Jin Ge Iron Horse and fought horses for half his life.

When he was young, he also accompanied his father and went to the Marshal's Mansion several times, and met the legendary frail and sickly Marshal's only son.

But many times I looked at it from a distance, and I only felt that my body was too thin, not like a man, but like a woman.

Until two years ago, his father was nailed to the pillar of shame because of that major national event.

Later, their family began to live a real hard life.

Because some people above didn't want them to have a good time, they even cut off all their ties with Shi Dashuai.

When they finally contacted Shi Dashuai, they only got the news of Shi Dashuai's death.

My father had been an idol of Shi Dashuai all his life, and when he learned of his death, he died in grief and died directly in the cowshed of that small mountain village, and no one dared to collect their bodies.

Shi Dashuai was dead, and he was no longer ready to leave that place.

Commanded by the people there to do the dirtiest and most tiring work.

trampled on the dignity of being a human being.

Slowly become numb.

Until two years ago, the lord appeared in front of him and led him back to Shifu.

It was a snowy winter, and he was half frozen to death in the cowshed, so the old man stepped on the snow, walked up to him step by step and squatted down, his eyes were indifferent, but he gave him the soup woman in his hand, and stuffed a crispy fennel bean into his mouth.

Then, he left the cowshed where he had lived for many years and returned to the capital.