Pei Nanxun threw down the towel and came in, looking at the cupboard that was originally nothing, now full of all kinds of vegetables and spices, this messy feeling made him suddenly think of the word "fireworks".

He picked up a bag of leaves and asked, "What is this thing and what is it for?"

Peng Xitong glanced back and said, "That's called bay leaves, and it's used to make braised pork."

Pei Nanxun picked up another bag of bark and asked, "This thing is also a seasoning?"

Peng Xitong snorted, "That's called cinnamon, which is used for stewed soup." ”

"You don't even know the spices, haven't you been in the kitchen much?"

"I heard that the Pei family only eats Western food in their daily diet, so it makes sense that you don't know these things."

"But personally, I still prefer the breadth and profundity of Chinese catering culture, you can learn a lot of the mysteries of life from these frying and cooking."

Pei Nanxun listened to her previous words, his face did not fluctuate, until the last sentence, he suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"May I ask you what you have learned?"

Peng Xitong looked at him and said seriously: "Of course there is, but it is difficult to tell you these truths, such as the hot pot base we often say, you know why there is a secret recipe, and why do you say that it is authentic?"

"It's because of the so-called secret recipe, or maybe it includes the most appropriate combination from heat to raw materials, is it so easy to grasp these four words, without a few years or even decades of effort, can it be so easy to become a teacher?"

"For example, some local dialects will say that boiling days, boiling porridge, a boiling word expresses how much sadness, but after getting through, you can get through, and you can boil hard, but you also boil out the essence."

Peng Xitong saw him listening silently, thinking that he didn't understand, so he shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, you won't understand this when I tell you this, you just wait for dinner."

Pei Nanxun smiled and said: "The dishes haven't been cooked yet, but you gave me a pot of chicken soup for the soul first, what are you a carpenter, just go to be a psychological counselor."

Peng Xitong glared at him dissatisfied, "You look down on my profession?"

Pei Nanxun hurriedly explained: "No, I don't look down on your profession, or that any profession is respected, I was just joking."

Peng Xitong held a spatula with a cartoon bear on his head, waved it a few times in front of him and said, "You see this is something I made at noon, do you think it's particularly cute?"

"I make a lot of things in my kitchen, and when things are ready, I feel extra happy when I cook."

Pei Nanxun was a little speechless.

No matter how cute it is, isn't it also a spatula?

A spatula should be so cute, and it won't be extra delicious because of the cuteness of the food.

The chef's cooking skills are the most important thing, isn't it?

But he still nodded, and said in a very sincere tone: "It's really good, you just have to be happy."

But such a cute spatula doesn't match his cold kitchen decoration style at all?

Peng Xitong didn't hear anything wrong with this, so he didn't quarrel with him anymore.

"Shall I give you two more wooden bowls when I go back?"

Pei Nanxun, "...... All right. ”

It's good if you're happy.

Peng Xitong stewed pigeon soup for him today, and made a few fried seasonal vegetables plus a pure meat dish.

Pei Nanxun hadn't eaten much Chinese food before, and he always felt greasy when he looked at it.

But lately he seems to have fallen in love with the taste, and even a little bit of a grain he can't stop.