The dish was obviously steaming, and when I looked at the chef serving the plate, I still felt that the plate was hot, but when I ate it in my mouth, it was cold and hard, and even had a sandwich.

If it weren't for the aroma of the dish in front of him, Zhao Ke concluded that this dish was definitely a rare delicacy, and Zhao Ke even had to wonder if the little old man was deliberately playing tricks on himself.

"Little brother, how does it taste!"

Zhao Ke turned his head and looked at the little old man looking at him with a sincere face, waiting for himself to make an evaluation of his specialty dish.

"Hmm...... Delicious! ”

Zhao Ke violated his conscience, barely maintained the smile on his face, and swallowed the grunt meat in his mouth.

Hearing Zhao Ke say yes, the little old man immediately showed a smug look on his face, and said with a satisfied smile: "Of course, let me tell you, I have put a lot of thought into this dish......

I only listened to the little old man tell me about the process of this dish from beginning to end, although Zhao Ke couldn't taste it, but after listening to the process, he basically had an evaluation of this dish in his heart.

"Come on, come on, drink some tea, the little brother has a good taste, why haven't you seen it before?"

The little old man personally handed Zhao Ke a cup of tea, which made the other cooks in the kitchen hot for a while.

Their master, who has been in the Bai family for three or four hundred years, said that he is a cook, but no one knows what his identity is.

There are rumors that he was originally an elder of the Bai family, and it is also rumored that he is the first generation of their Bai family's spirit medium.

But what the specific identity is, except for the little old man himself, no one can say clearly, so even if he is the steward of the Bai family, when he sees the little old man on weekdays, he has to call out the old man enthusiastically.

In short, they have been following the little old man in the kitchen for so long, except for the young lady of the Bai family, they have never seen the little old man so enthusiastic about anyone.

Zhao Ke stretched out his hand to take the tea, wiped it on his mouth, and smelled a fragrance, but the tea was cold and astringent in his mouth, like rancid tea that had been put for a few days.

Seeing the little old man taking small sips of tea in his hand, and seemed to be very satisfied with the tea, Zhao Ke couldn't help but think in his heart: "Could it be ...... Because I am alive? ”

Zhao Ke thought about it, and also felt that there was this possibility, whether it was Cuilan, or the grunt meat he tasted just now, or even the cup of tea in his hand, he seemed to be completely out of place here.

In the final analysis, it is because he is a living person, and the things in the yin, no matter what they are, are cold to the touch.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but glance at the fire on the stove, an idea popped up in his mind, and he turned back to the little old man and said, "My master has just entered the Bai family today, and he hasn't reached the seventh day yet, so you haven't seen me for a long time." ”

"Oooh! It turns out that today's wedding feast is made for your family. The little old man nodded again and again, looking at Zhao Ke with another kindness in his eyes.

"Dissatisfied old man, your grunt meat is really good, it is really an honor to be able to taste such a dish, why don't you let me make you a dish to taste."

"You!"

The little old man looked Zhao Ke up and down, there was a little more novelty in his eyes, and he immediately nodded and agreed, followed Zhao Ke to the stove, and stood aside to observe.

"Little brother, what materials do you need, I'll ask them to prepare them for you."

When Zhao Ke heard this, he looked at the pot of pho on the table, raised his eyebrows and said, "That's it." ”

"Pho?"

Seeing that Zhao Ke only chose pho, several cooks around him suddenly looked slightly disappointed, not knowing what tricks could be made with a pot of pho.

The little old man on the side squinted and stood behind Zhao Ke, looking forward to Zhao Ke's next move.

Of course, there is no lack of meaning to find fault with this, no matter how straightforward the little old man's personality is, but he is put on the army for no reason, and his face is always a little unsightly, and it is inevitable that he wants to get some face back.

But soon, the little old man's wish in his heart was disappointed, and he saw Zhao Ke lifting the kitchen knife and banging it...... The blade was in Zhao Ke's hand quickly and quickly, cutting horizontally and vertically, and a peony carved from radish quickly took shape.

Just this knife work made the little old man feel surprised in his heart, and the little old man was still like this, not to mention the other cooks.

The level of a chef can often be seen from the knife work, and he was originally not convinced by Zhao Ke, but with Zhao Ke's move, it completely disappeared.

"Ziz ......"

Stir-fry over the high heat, turn over a spoonful of hot oil, and the flames instantly rush in the pot, and the oncoming heat wave makes the surrounding cooks choose to avoid it.

"Sure enough!"

Zhao Ke's heart tightened, facing the fire in the pot in front of him, instead of feeling hot, he felt a cold wind blowing, and his body couldn't help but shiver, and goosebumps stood up on his arms.

Not only the fire, but even the oil that had been ignited in the pot, as well, Zhao Ke quickly took a spoon and threw a drop on his hand, but he couldn't even feel the slightest heat.

"It seems that everything in the yin and yang is completely opposite."

Zhao Ke was calm in his heart, although he couldn't feel the heat and temperature, it didn't prevent him from cooking, but let Zhao Ke have a newer experience.

Deliberately controlled the fire to the maximum, put in the prepared ingredients, and quickly began to stir-fry in the pot, relying on the smell from the pot, Zhao Ke was still able to accurately judge the heat.

Salt, vinegar, sesame oil, and stir-fried ingredients seem to be almost no different from ordinary fried rice noodles, but soon, I saw that Zhao Ke was in flames, and began to continue to add auxiliary materials, mixed with beef on the side plate, and stir-fried again.

Immediately, I saw Zhao Ke's chopsticks stirring inside, and the pho wrapped the beef, rolled into a flower roll, and was put into a plate by Zhao Ke.

"This beef seems to be a little raw!"

There was no need for the little old man to speak, and the other cooks on the side couldn't help but remind that although the beef was said, Zhao Ke just stir-fried the beef, but he was afraid that it was only three medium-rare.

Zhao Ke ignored the reminder of the cook on the side, took out a bottle of Moutai from the storage ring, sprinkled it on the pho, and after lighting the Moutai with his hand, a pure blue flame suddenly ignited in the plate.

As the flame burns, the plate of pho begins to tighten rapidly, and the beef wrapped in the pho is immediately squeezed out of the golden grease, giving off the unique aroma of beef during roasting.

"Volcano Niuhe, please advise."

Zhao Ke bowed slightly and motioned for the little old man to taste.

"Not bad! The use of sake as the final heat stimulates the aroma of the meat and retains the texture of the meat pho, which is terrifying. ”

Although the little old man didn't taste it himself, when he saw Zhao Ke's technique, he probably had a bottom in his heart, and he couldn't help but nod and praise.

"I lack an assistant here, I don't know if the little brother is willing to come here to help me, of course I won't let the little brother do it for nothing, sit here as a sous chef, and give you an offering every month."

After the little old man finished speaking, Zhao Ke immediately got a hint in his ears.

[You get Extended Mission: Kitchen Help]

[Hint: Being a chef under the Ghost Chef King can get a good treatment, as well as have a certain status and identity in the Bai family. 】

[Task conditions: One main dish per day, must be approved by the ghost chef king, otherwise the task will fail.] 】

After getting the prompt of the task, Zhao Ke raised his eyebrows, and looked at the little old man in front of him with half-squinted eyes, obviously this three-inch Ding was the ghost chef king mentioned in the task.

Zhao Ke didn't rush to agree, but stretched out his finger and said, "Yes, but my offering will end every day!" ”

This main quest is only seven days, and although I don't know what a monthly offering is, I obviously can't wait that long.

If this is really the case, Zhao Ke would rather give up this task and go somewhere else to take a look.

"Good!"

To Zhao Ke's surprise, the little old man didn't even think about it, so he nodded and agreed, and casually handed a bag to Zhao Ke and said, "Then start today, this is your offering today." ”

Zhao Ke took a look at his pocket, there was a stack of dark banknotes in it, as well as some gold ingots, seeing this, the corners of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched, and he regretted it in his heart, and made a mistake.

Not only are the things here useless, but even if they are taken back, that is, a pile of dark coins, what is the use.

However, he had already nodded and agreed, and Zhao Ke was not easy to regret it, so he could only be regarded as admitting this errand.

"I just arrived today and still have something to pack, I'll come back tomorrow."

"Okay, good, this is the waist card of the back kitchen, you take it."

The little old man handed a waist card to Zhao Ke, Zhao Ke took it and took a look, the waist card seemed to be cast in gold, but it was very light in his hand.

As soon as he put away the waist card, Zhao Ke got up and said goodbye.

"Master Xu, although this person's cooking skills are good, but cooking is too fuel-intensive, you see...... Most of this oil is missing. ”

A cook took the oil basin that Zhao Ke had used just now, walked up to the little old man and complained.

"It's not that he spends oil on stir-frying, it's that this dish is too waste oil, so bring it."

I saw that the little old man asked the cook to take the oil basin to him, grabbed the braid on the back of his head with his hand, and pulled it hard, and a crack in the "Si ......" cracked open from the door of the little old man's head, and he lowered his head and poured it into the oil basin, and a stream of blue-yellow oil poured into the oil basin along the shell of the little old man's head.