"Old man, I want to learn how to cook with you? Jiang Ming suddenly asked Old Man Chen Renmei.

The old man said curiously: "Do you know who I am? Hey, I'm old, I don't have a good memory, you weren't introduced by that kid from Cheng He, he told you, right?"

"Yes, he said that he likes to eat your food the most, and after eating what you make, no one else will eat it. If you don't want to, he wants you to cook for him alone. Jiang Ming complimented.

The actual situation is that Cheng He is right to say that it is delicious, and he also wants to eat it every day, but he can't afford to eat it, and he has to pay tribute to a bottle of good wine once he eats it, and his flesh hurts.

The old man snorted arrogantly: "Count that kid who knows the goods." ”

"But~" Jiang Ming dragged a long tail note.

The old man said in an unkind tone: "But what?"

"His original words were, 'The old man cooks very well, but he likes to listen to the feet of other people's little lovers'. "This is naturally also made up by Jiang Ming.

"Nonsense, what is the matter? dare to arrange me like this, I must make him look good when I see him!" the old man's face turned red.

In the summer, Cheng He, who was working in the Xianting branch, shivered for no reason: "Ah Che, did the air conditioner turn on low last night?

"Old man, I remember that you came here as soon as I had a problem. Could it be that what Cheng He said is true, you are actually next door. Jiang Ming pretended to be strange.

In fact, he had long known that Chen Renmei was next door, how could a wall block Jiang Ming's perception.

"I'm ......" The old man was speechless for a while, his eyes rolled, and he patted his head, "What am I doing, oops, I'm old and I don't have a good memory."

By the way, I still have a pot of soup on the stove, I have to check it out, or the soup will be at the wrong temperature. ”

Jiang Ming looked at the old man pretending to be confused and wanted to leave, how could he let him get his wish, he hadn't learned yet: "Old man, if you just leave, tomorrow you will be rotten in the street if you eavesdrop on people's walls." ”

"You dare to threaten?" the old man's eyes flashed with danger.

"Yes, I'm just threatening you, let's just say you're not threatened, right?"

Jiang Ming's response was shameless, and then the old man gave in......

"Say, why do you want to learn to cook with me? Since you and Cheng He's bastard boy are good brothers, then you won't be an ordinary person, you can't eat anything, you have to come by yourself?

Is it just because the object is not done, I want to learn something, attention?"

"Isn't there a saying that says, 'If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grab his stomach.'"

I think this sentence must also be suitable for women, you must know that there are many more female foodies than men.

Moreover, I don't think this sentence was said by a man, it was purely a woman's own speculation when chatting, or an excuse she wanted to eat.

You see, if the dish is really ready, she will be guaranteed to eat more than her own man. ”

“...... Don't you have much experience with objects? How do you say one thing at a time?"

"It's true that I don't have experience, but I can't suppress my high talent, otherwise I can't make four objects out of one go, right?"

"......" the old man was silent for a moment, "Get out, even if I am ruined, I won't teach you this bastard!"

In the end, under Jiang Ming's sincerity (no) sincere (shame) confession (play) repentance (lai), the old man also agreed to teach Jiang Ming.

However, if you teach to be repatriated, you are not allowed to go outside and say that the old man he taught can't afford to lose that person.

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Linjiang Xian, the kitchen of the dark shop.

"Old man, what should we learn first?" Jiang Ming asked.

The old man took out a piece of tofu unhurriedly: "Wensi tofu!"

As he spoke, the old man picked up the kitchen knife, and at that moment, his eyes changed.

The old man with a kitchen knife and the old man without a kitchen knife are completely two people, and their skills are proficient.

Concentration is a good quality, but it often creates the illusion of tiredness.

But the old man no, he is calm and relaxed.

The fingers are gently retreated, the blade of the knife is undulating, and the blade cuts through the tofu, making intimate contact with the cutting board.

With a rattling sound, the tofu turns into pieces of tofu skin, and then into a hair-thick shredded tofu.

With a slight swing, the old man skimmed the shredded tofu from the knife into the prepared broth, which was an extremely fresh mushroom soup.

An iron spoon lightly beats a swirl on the ball of shredded tofu, and the shredded tofu quickly spreads out and spreads with broth.

The tofu absorbs the freshness of the soup stock, and the soup has the mellow taste of the tofu shreds.

After this mouthful, the taste is really indescribable-because Jiang Ming didn't drink it at all, and the old man drank it himself after finishing it.

According to the old man's words, teaching Jiang Ming is already giving him face, as for tasting it, he is not worthy of eating his dishes.

Jiang Ming: ......

"The basis of cooking is knife skills, and if you don't do enough, everything you do is in vain.

You can try it, and if the tofu is cut to my satisfaction, I'll teach you something deeper. ”

"Old man, my sword skills must be better than yours. ”

“...... If you don't blow it, you'll die?!"

"It's not blowing, I will, you definitely won't. I cut tofu not only with shreds, but also with blood. ”

“...... Get out!"