Aunt Ma didn't ask much, she put a few chopsticks to stir-fry rape, and scooped a bowl of broth for her with a spoon to cool, and sighed worriedly.

Xiaohui has always liked to learn to read and read, and she also likes to follow the chefs and listen to the chefs. After Zhao Runan became a chef, he often taught her some basic skills, and occasionally quietly took some leftovers for her to practice. This made Aunt Ma very worried, afraid that the more Xiaohui learned, the bigger her heart would be, and she would not be satisfied with doing miscellaneous logistics at that time, and would yearn for a bigger place.

Of course, Aunt Ma didn't want her to be good, but the law stipulates that women are not allowed to be chefs, and she is afraid that Xiaohui will follow in Zhao Runan's footsteps. "Hui'er, read less books at night, or you won't be able to get up during the day and always doze off." Aunt Ma was reluctant to educate her, so she could only persuade her to learn less words and things in the kitchen in a tactful way.

Meng Hui knew her kindness, nodded and responded: "I know, Auntie, I will sleep after reading two pages at most, and I will definitely not delay my work." ”

The food on the three tables was quickly solved, and everyone ate quickly, because there were still things to do after eating, and even Meng Hui had to start doing Xiaohui's work.

She took the time to hide the diary in her arms in a box, put it under a pile of clothes to cover it, and walked out of the room quickly to join Aunt Ma and start work. In addition to cleaning the mess left by the noon cooking in the kitchen, she also had to clean up the house of the chef and the cook, take the dirty clothes they had changed into the yard, and wash them with Aunt Ma and a few short-time aunts.

Since Xiaohui's body had long been accustomed to this kind of work, Meng didn't feel tired when he returned to dinner at night. I didn't see the master all day today, and when she was sitting at the table and gnawing on the bones left over from noon, she couldn't help but quietly ask Aunt Ma: "Auntie, where did the master go?" ”

Aunt Ma has been working in Tianxianglou since she was a girl, and later married a distant cousin of the shopkeeper, and has never left here from marriage to widowhood.

She is very well-informed, and she can find out what is going on in front of and behind the store. "Mao Buba fired his master, and we want to take the opportunity to dig people over to see if we can get a few heirlooms in the hall, but the main thing is disgusting and disgusting."

The master of the guest hall helped Mao Buba carry the pot, and was beaten several times by the gangsters invited by Tianxianglou, Mao Buba did not even subsidize a little soup and medicine, and yesterday he also announced to the public that the master master was fired by him for his bad character. The shopkeeper of Tianxianglou felt that this was a good opportunity for revenge, so he asked the master to go to the man's house to provoke in person.

The restaurant has been open for nearly a hundred years, and there are a few dishes in his hand that Tianxianglou can't make, and he can't eat them when the idlers go. Meng Hui pursed his lips and said, "Can Mao Buba give the recipe to outsiders?" It must be pinched so tightly that no one will tell! What's more, he's so thick-skinned, who can disgust him? The master went in vain. ”

When he thought of the master, Meng Hui was very upset. This time, the main task is to learn to cook, and you have to learn the "Heavenly Fragrance Silver Sprouts" that only the master can do! When she first heard Zhao Runan's second wish, she thought that this matter was easy, at least it was easier than finding out the real culprit, but as soon as she came over, she realized that it was more difficult to learn vegetables than to ascend to the sky.

If she came through to be a man, she would still be able to prove that she was talented and powerful, so she would stay here and work as a cook for two more years. But she just dressed as Xiaohui, and she didn't even have the opportunity to learn Zhao Rumen and women to dress up as men, so she didn't know where to start.

The master doesn't like to write down the recipes on paper, in case someone steals them, he keeps them all in his head, and when he teaches his disciples, he closes the door of the small kitchen and teaches in private. Until now, Tianxianglou has only Fang Zhi rare his true biography, knows the specific method of Tianxiang Yinya, and occasionally goes to the stove to make it for the nobles who are not so expensive.

It's not easy to start here. The master who has no children in his life takes a fancy to him, not only because of his high talent, but also because he is very strict with others and himself, and his mouth is so tight that he can't pry it open, Meng Hui suspects that even if he is tortured to extract a confession, he may not be able to spit out the menu.

It is precisely because he is this kind of character that he angrily scolded Zhao Runan a few days ago, and he didn't care about whether she had any hardships at all.

Meng Hui put down the gnawed stick bones, took a sip of a bowl of bone broth, and boiled the pot again in the evening, which tasted thicker than at noon. It is mixed with boiled shredded meat, and it leaves a fragrant taste in the mouth. She was immediately fascinated by the big bone broth boiled in chicken soup, and felt that the ghost life was going to be consummated. "Auntie, what are you going to eat tomorrow morning?"

"You girl, you haven't eaten yet, and you're thinking about tomorrow!" Aunt Ma couldn't cry or laugh, and teased her before saying, "Roll noodles for you to eat, cold noodles with sesame sauce, can it be done?" ”

"Hey, hey, hey, done! I'll get up early to help, too! "Meng Hui is very dog-legged, Aunt Ma's cooking skills are actually no worse than a few cooking brothers, but she can only use a small stove to cook for her own people, and she must not serve it outside to entertain guests. Xiaohui's own cooking skills are also very good, she has seen and eaten a lot, and she has a little bit of goods in her stomach.

Meng Hui also knew that Xiaohui had long planted the idea of wanting to be a cook in her heart, and after Zhao Runan's death, this idea not only did not dispell but became stronger. She didn't know whether she should help Xiaohui or not, under normal circumstances, she was willing to help when she occupied other people's bodies, but after all, this matter was a violation of the laws of the dynasty, and if she helped, it might hurt her.

Pick up a chopstick and mix three threads, the fragrance of sesame oil mixed with spicy flavor is running around in the mouth, the crisp taste makes the teeth feel very satisfied, a small cold dish is different from what you usually eat, Meng Hui tasted it and analyzed it with Xiaohui's instinct that this was mixed by the second senior brother.

This dynasty emphasized dinner over brunch, and the people in the back kitchen of Tianxianglou naturally couldn't eat badly. In addition to the bone broth and cold salad, there is also a plate of bright and thick kung pao fish and a plate of roasted tofu with minced pork and bright red on the table.

Meng Hui felt that what she had eaten now was already a good dish, and every dish made people have a great appetite, and she couldn't wait to have another stomach and eat an extra bowl of rice. She really can't imagine what the chef and the master chef are like when they cook the dishes that go to the front hall, especially the legendary Tianxiang Silver Buds, since the opening of the store, everyone who has tasted it has repeatedly recited the goodness of this dish, and there are no less than fifty writers who have written poems for this dish.

"Auntie, how can I eat the heavenly fragrance silver buds?" Meng Hui couldn't help but ask.

"Isn't that easy?" Aunt Ma put down her chopsticks and glanced at her with a smile, "After eating early, you can eat and go back to the house to sleep!" ”

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