The light of the fire in the stove illuminated Master Lin's face, and his expression was one of relief, with a smile embedded in it, as he looked at the plate of freshly cooked cherry meat.

Zhao Zimai breathed a sigh of relief, rushed from Lin Songyao's house to the Wubi Pavilion, prepared the ingredients, pickled, started the fire, and simmered slowly, this whole set of procedures was completed by him himself. During this period, because of his clumsiness, he was scolded by Master Lin several times and redone several times, and finally, when the moon went to the west building, a plate of cherry meat that met Master Lin's mind came out of the pot.

The piece of meat is crystal clear, supplemented by cherry juice, although it does not look as perfect as Master Lin's own hand, but it can already afford the words "cherry meat".

"Be attentive, young man, I said a long time ago that hard work can produce good dishes," Master Lin patted Zhao Zimai's sore arm, "I don't know which girl is so blessed to let you treat her so sincerely." ”

"She'......"

When he said this word, Zhao Zimai's heart beat violently: Who is she? Is it Sang or Xiao Wu? If Xiaowu comes back, where will Sang go?

He stared at the plate of cherry meat, but his heart was like on the crest of the waves, high and low, and he was lifted out of the water, high enough to reach the moon, and then sunk into the dark and oppressive depth.

Xiao Wu should come back, this is her shell, but it was forcibly occupied by Sang. But when he thought that Sang, who was pretentious, short-tempered and had almost no merits, was going to walk out of his life from now on, he suddenly felt empty.

"She's a weird girl," Zhao Zimai muttered, "Maybe there's no weirder girl in the world than her, don't you think I'm weird?" ”

Master Lin pursed his lips, "Isn't it strange, people's tastes are strange?" Naturally there are many different preferences? Just like it. ”

After saying that, he stood up from his chair? Stretched? "Well, I did everything the young master asked? Now, it's time to go back and rest. Childe, will you wait a little here? I'll just come as soon as I'm there. ”

Zhao Zimai got up and saluted Master Lin? He just waved his hand casually and took it, and dragged his tired steps towards the door of the stove room.

The stove room of the Mobi Pavilion is located on the edge of the courtyard, and the stove room dedicated to the production of cherry meat is located in a courtyard in the northwest corner of the Mobi Court. Zhao Zimai watched Master Lin walk out, and then put his eyes back on the plate of cherry meat? He looked down and sniffed? The familiar scent rushed to his nose.

He nodded with satisfaction, and when he raised his head, Master Lin had already opened the courtyard door and stepped out of the threshold with his feet raised. His stocky back is stocky? It's boxy, like a big rock.

Zhao Zimai suddenly gasped: At Master Lin's feet? There was a black shadow, at first he thought it was Master Lin's own shadow? But when he stepped over it, the shadow remained in place? Twitching slightly.

"Wait a minute." After shouting these words dryly? Zhao Zimai saw Master Lin turning his head at him? On his tired face, his eyes were closed without closing.

"How...... What's wrong? ”

Zhao Zimai's scalp tingled, and he saw that the shadow moved again, like a dying earthworm on the dry ground, and then it slowly turned its head towards him, if the long strip covered with large and small bumps could be called a "head".

The facial features on its face were grouped together, and its eyes, mouth, and eyebrows all converged towards the tip of its nose, concentrated in one place, and pulled into strange shapes. The rest of the face was white, as if shrouded in a layer of steam.

"Hungry...... Hungry......" It was talking to him, in the most indistinct tone, but Zhao Zimai knew what it was talking about, because its companion had said these words to him last night.

"What's wrong?" Master Lin rubbed his eyes, looked in the direction Zhao Zimai was staring, grabbed his messy hair in a fog, and added, "What the hell?" ”

This sentence was true, so Zhao Zi took three steps and made two steps towards him, he kept staring at the wild ghost by the door, but after stumbling in a panic, he found that it was gone. Outside the door, Master Lin was the only one standing there, looking at himself impatiently, and muttering to him dissatisfiedly, "What is Childe going to do?" I'm going to be on duty tomorrow, and I'll be able to barely sleep for a few hours when I go back now. ”

Zhao Zimai knew that he couldn't explain it to him, but as soon as his mind moved, he remembered what Sang said that wild ghosts would not hurt people, so he suddenly woke up and knew that the wild ghost just smelled the fragrance of cherry meat in the courtyard and came to look for it, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Childe, what's the matter? It's okay for me to go to convenience, I've been with you for so long, and I'm about to suffocate to death. Master Lin touched his little belly, looking like he was about to hold back his urine.

"It's okay, it's me who has lost my eyes," Zhao Zimai laughed dryly, his smile froze at the corner of his mouth, looking fake, "Master Lin, you go back quickly, I'll wait for you here." ”

***

The moment the warm liquid left his body, Master Lin shivered comfortably, he squinted his eyes slightly, and after the murmuring voice disappeared, he hummed a little tune and lifted his pants.

"This young man is really smart, he can understand a little, and he has mastered the essence of cooking cherry meat in such a short time, and he is a good material for learning to cook." The moment he walked out of the thatched house, Master Lin was still thinking about Zhao Zimai's appearance in charge, although he was a little clumsy, but every step was not wrong, the time and heat were very accurate, although he had only talked about this step once, he remembered it firmly as if it was engraved in his heart, and he didn't know how much stronger than his apprentices.

"If he were my apprentice, I wouldn't know how much less I would worry about?" He muttered in his heart, but suddenly his feet froze, and his nose moved, and he sniffed vigorously in the humid air.

"It's weird, how does it smell like bamboo shoot shell fish? Could it be that Lao Gao is also like me, he doesn't sleep here in the middle of the night to teach people to cook," the tip of his nose twitched a few more times, "No, in addition to bamboo shoot shell fish, there are also baked bamboo sausages, hey, no, no, what's that burnt smell?" By the way, it's pheasant rolls. ”

Master Lin's head was like being hit with a stick, and his sleepiness disappeared without a trace, and every cell in his body was alert. He looked up at the sky, a waning moon hung in the west of the sky, and by now, it should be close to the end of the day. But in the middle of the night, there was someone cooking in the Pavilion.

It's not surprising that he is cooking, he is also cooking. It's strange that this chef can cook every famous dish that is served by different celebrity chefs.