On this day, Cai Youyou fried a plate of mapo tofu according to the method described in the notes left by her father, and asked Director Wang to help fry a plate of mapo tofu.

"Cai Xiaonao, I think the squirrel fish you made at the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is very good, it looks red, tastes sweet and sour, and is very in line with the theme of more than one year after another, so I plan to use this dish to participate in the competition." I just tried to make two squirrel fish in the kitchen, one of which uses your used mandarin fish and the other uses carp. Why don't you try it and see which one tastes better? ”

Cai Youyou nodded when he heard this: "You came just in time." The mapo tofu on the left was fried by Director Wang. The one on the right is what I made according to the notes left by my father. We can just try each other's dishes and brainstorm the best solution. ”

As the two were talking, the voice of Wang Fatzi suddenly came from behind them: "How can I be missing from Wang Fatzi when tasting and discussing food is so important?" ”

As he spoke, he walked over with three plates of braised pork: "Come on, come on, you all taste it, give more advice." ”

Watching these children gather together to taste the dishes, brainstorming and racking their brains to think of ways to make the three dishes of braised pork, squirrel fish and mapo tofu delicious to the extreme, Old Man Qiao and Director Wang glanced at each other, and their eyes showed a smile of appreciation.

And at this time, Director Wang suddenly noticed something, and he frowned at Old Man Qiao: "What is Sun Yaozu's kid busy with, why didn't he come out to discuss the details of cooking with everyone?" No, I'll call him out. ”

Old Man Qiao hurriedly stopped Director Wang and said, "Hey, don't be so impulsive." Everyone has their own ideas about cooking, and every chef has his own way to go. Not everyone is like Yoyo, Ah Xun and your fat son, who like to improve their cooking skills through mutual communication. ”

"I think that although Sun Yaozu's child looks like a stuffy gourd who doesn't like to talk, he is a very calm child. He should have his own ideas about the competition. Don't bother him just yet. ”

"That'...... All right. After Director Wang hesitated for a moment, although he was a little reluctant, he still agreed.

At this moment, Zhu Qing was in the kitchen, practicing using dried bamboo sunflower and bamboo shoots to stew chicken soup, while looking at the jumping flames on the stove in a daze.

He does not deny that the Spring Festival spent with everyone at Mo Xun's house is the most lively Spring Festival he has ever spent in his life, and it is also the most sumptuous Spring Festival of the delicacies he has tasted. Everyone in the East Star Alliance Huaxia Food Academy was very good to him, but he still felt that his heart was empty.

He misses his grandfather a lot.

Rather than the sumptuous delicacies he could eat every day, he wanted to eat his grandfather's bamboo grilled fish, roasted bamboo rat and wine-stuffed balls. Read the latest chapter of "Otherworldly Restaurant: Xueba's Private Caipaw Book House" for free for the first time.