John looked at Selena, who had run away, and turned around with a slight smile. When it came to making fish, John's first thought was fish soup, and then he thought of other recipes. Although there are not many freshwater fish in Western food, there are many freshwater fish in Chinese food. When it comes to making fish, I don't have much experience yet. In the past, I made more beef, sheep, pigs, and chicken, and less fish.

Selena likes to eat sweet things, so I'll make a Chinese fish. Holding a rope hanging from a live fish in his hand, the live fish was still struggling with suffocation and puncture pain in its gills. As I said before, it is not cost-effective to buy fish at this time, so when John came back with the fish in his hand, everyone looked at him like two fools along the way, and they almost called their friends to come out to see the fool. John had no extra leisure to care about the eyes of others, and walked back to the inn with the fish in his hand. It was indeed not the time to be busy in the kitchen, and after hearing that John wanted to borrow the kitchen, the innkeeper brought John into the kitchen. The chef next to him was processing the ingredients to be used for dinner, and when he saw that the boss had brought someone in, he didn't care too much, although he was a little unhappy in his heart. No way, the guests do it themselves, most of them are disgusted with their craftsmanship.

Expertly dissecting the fish and gutting the innards, John washed the fish in the clean water on the side and began to cook.

John did not hide the process of making fish, so the chef next to him also saw the practice of this dish. Truth be told, although with the wrong species, John still adopted the practice of squirrel fish. The chef next to him watched the knife in John's hand gently slide the knife on the surface of the fish, and then put it into the bowl next to it to marinate, and then put it into the flour to coat the dough, which was fried and sauced, and it looked really appetizing. And the fragrance attracted even Ben's boss outside.

"Guest, you are a ......" Seeing the plate in John's hand, the boss was amazed. The fried fish looks golden because of the outer dough, and the red sauce exudes the aroma of tomato and the sweetness of sugar, and the blue-green unknown vegetables on top are garnished, and even the boss feels his throat squirm. Just looking at this dish must be delicious, not to mention the aroma that goes straight to the nose.

With a fish plate in his hand, John greeted the boss and left the kitchen—a plate made by Abbott, long and narrow, not very deep, and perfect for holding fish.

After John left, the boss hurriedly walked over: "That dish was made by that guest?" The chef nodded: "Yes boss, and it doesn't matter if it's fish or those spices," he said, pointing to the sauce that was placed next to him because of the excess: "It's all brought by the guest himself, even the oil and flour." The boss walked to the kitchen counter where John had just worked, looked at the flour placed aside, stretched out his fingers and dipped a little on his hand, kneading it on his hand, and then looked at the sauce placed next to him, and was reluctant to lick it directly, but he dipped a little of the remaining sauce in the pot next to him and put it in his mouth, and a sweet smell rose. "Hiss......" The boss gasped, not to mention anything else, the sugar added to the sauce alone surprised the boss.

As I said before, sugar is a luxury, and being able to add so much sugar to a dish without any pity for the excess sugar can be judged by the fact that this person is not short of money without adding a little wheat bran, delicate flour and high-quality cooking oil in the pot. "There's something wrong!" The boss said: "The rich and noble son is so good to enjoy it, learn what others are to be businessmen!"

Think about yourself, tired and tired, although you can't afford to eat candy for a year, but you will definitely not waste candy so much, and candy is not something that can be bought with money Most of the candy in the Chamber of Commerce is for the pleasure of the aristocracy, and you can only pick up some things that are not of good quality and disgusted by the nobles to buy, so the price of candy is three times the weight of silver coins. Moreover, the bread made from such a delicate flour must be fluffy and sweet, and just thinking about it is so delicious that I put it here without any care!

The boss guessed that John was a rare aristocratic young master who came out for recreation and pretended to be a merchant to experience life, so he didn't dare to hide these things privately, so he had to send them to the young master! Before leaving, the boss remembered something: "You guys, how much did you learn from that dish just now?"

The chef and the person next to him looked at each other and said with some hesitation: "Although I don't understand some details, I basically saw them." "Forget about it now!" said the boss, "This may involve aristocratic things, you better forget about it first." Everyone listened and nodded.

While John was sitting in his room, the boss knocked on the door and walked in, explaining what he was trying to do. John waved his hand in ruin, he didn't care about these things, and let the boss put them away by himself. Seeing John's casualness, the boss didn't dare to slack off, gritted his teeth, and waived John's accommodation fee - in fact, it was offset with what John left behind.

After the boss went out, John looked at the squirrel osmanthus that smelled on the table. Generally speaking, the squirrel osmanthus fish is to be eaten and made, after the fish is fried, it is served, and then the sauce is poured on the table while it is hot, so that the crispy skin on the outside is still very crispy, and the freshness of the fish and the sweetness and sourness of the sauce are also a perfect match, if it is cooled, the sauce will become slimy, the skin is also sticky, and the fish meat is directly into crumbs. But with Selena here, don't worry about the time.

Sitting at the edge of the table, John's eyes were on the fish - there was really nothing to do but be distracted. Slowly, slowly, John's eyes began to blur. The spirit began to trance.

“...... Daddy" was vague, and John heard the voice, anxious, and cried. Who's that? By the way, it's Goliath. "Big man, big man, what's wrong with you?" the voice was Selena's, but there was no vitality in her tone. What do they tell me to do again?" John shook his head and opened his eyes to see two eager faces in front of him, and even tears in Golia's eyes.

Seeing that John woke up, Goliath didn't care about anything and flew directly to John's shoulder and hugged his ear: "Dad, what's wrong with you, why didn't you move just now, and ignored Golia, it's even more worrying than before!"

John stretched out his hand and rubbed Golia's head, "It's okay, it's okay, it's a good thing!" he said, looking at Selena with a concerned look on her face, and said, "Selena, take me to meet Terr, I have something I want to ask him." ”

John, who said this, recalled the voice he had heard in his dream: "...... Long time no see, master. A smile spread across his face.