"Dad, it's this gentleman, who pointed out all the shortcomings of your soup after tasting it." The hostess explained to the fat chef.

The fat chef wiped his hands on the scarf, reached over and shook Chen Ao. With a fat face, he said with a smile: "I am the owner and chef of the small shop, my surname is Fan, and others call me Fan Fatty." I don't know your surname? “

"Don't be expensive, the surname Chen is a single name. Chef Fan can just call me a little arrogant." Chen Ao replied politely.

Fan Fatzi looked at Chen Ao, slowed down his tone and said, "This, Mr. Chen, can you comment again." The little girl couldn't tell me clearly just now. I didn't hear it for a moment. ”

Chen Ao could only repeat what he had just said. As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Fatzi licked his face again and asked, "I don't know what you just said, what are accessories and water." Can you tell me, you will come to my small restaurant for dinner in the future. Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you, all for free. If you want to set up a feast or something, you just need to ask me to come to the door.

Before Chen Ao could speak, Fan Fatzi promised many conditions. I'm afraid that Chen Ao won't say it. And Lin Yiqi's father, who had been sitting next to him and didn't speak, spoke at this time. Okay, you're a fat fan, I held a birthday banquet a few years ago, and you didn't want to ask you to come to the door to help me cook a few side dishes. Now I'm begging someone, and I'm willing to say yes to anything.

Hearing Father Lin's voice, Fan Fatzi found the energetic old man sitting next to him. was a little surprised, and said with a wry smile: "Lao Lin, I'm sorry." I didn't notice you just now. I'm also in a hurry, you don't know. This dish is the unique skill of my Fan family, and it was with this dish that my ancestors were chosen as the imperial chef. It was passed down to my father's generation, which happened to be in the midst of war, and no matter how good the cooking skills were, there was no use. Later, a special period was encountered, and the books that recorded this unique craft were confiscated. My father couldn't read a lot of words and couldn't read what was written in a book. I didn't learn either, and before leaving, he held my hand and asked me to find the recipe for this dish.

As he spoke, Fan Fatzi's eyes turned red. Father Lin also sighed about the special period, and indeed too many precious things were destroyed in one fell swoop. Fan Pang calmed down a little before he continued: "I spent ten years of hard work, and I cheekily asked the old chief to come forward. I found the book back, but unfortunately so many years have passed. It's already a little crippled. It took me three years to come up with this dish. But I still can't do what is written in the book, as clear as water. ”

After Fan Fatzi finished speaking, he looked at Chen Ao with a look of hope. Waiting for his answer.

Chen Ao didn't expect that it would be just a simple soup and so many stories. didn't hide it, and said it 1510: "Actually, you have done almost everything with this clear water ripple, but the water is used in the wrong way." There are also mistakes in the method, and there is less ginseng. The chicken broth you use is boiled directly and stewed in a crockpot with other ingredients. This is wrong, and the chicken should be boiled together with ginseng. The soup is boiled out of the soup instead of the water inside, but is connected to the steam, and the steam is gathered together. Then stew it in a black clay pot with other ingredients, and also do not need the soup inside. And just the steam in it until it fills a can. Re-steaming is fine. ”

Hearing such an unbelievable approach, everyone present opened their mouths wide. As long as Chef Fan looked excited. Clapped his hands again and again. The second middle school boy couldn't help but speak again at this time: "Steamed out like this, will it be more nutritious than drinking soup directly?" ”

Shijie's question is good, but it's actually just a luxury and gimmick. But the ancient Yashi just liked this gimmick. However, the taste of this innocent soup is actually completely different from that of drinking stewed soup directly. You can try the current taste, and then wait for Chef Fan to make the soup as it is. If you try again, it's guaranteed to be two different feelings. Chen Ao explained to the second middle school boy at this time. I didn't mind the sneering words of the boy before.

Seeing that Chen Ao actually explained to his second brother, Lin Shixiong couldn't help but nodded. A flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes. Lin Yiqi also looked at Chen Ao with a look of surprise. Only the second middle school boy continued to die: "Cut, isn't it just a bowl of soup." What's the big deal. ”

As soon as these words came out, it was not Chen Ao who was offended. Fan Fatzi's face immediately darkened, but it was not good to lose his temper with a junior. It's just that his daughter is not so good at talking: "You haven't even drunk it." Why? Although this soup is a semi-finished product, ordinary people can't drink it. ”

The second middle school boy wanted to speak again, but this time the old man was angry: "Okay, you shut up." I'll settle accounts with you when I go back. Nothing big or small to talk about. Apologize to your Uncle Fan. ”

This time, even Mother Lin didn't dare to open her mouth to defend it, because she also knew Fan Fatzi. It used to be a compound that came out, and I knew that Fan Fatzi didn't mind anything. It's just that I'm very concerned about cooking. Of course, if you can say why, Fan Fatty, no matter how picky you are, he doesn't mind. On the contrary, I humbly listened to you and improved immediately when I went back. So when his son offended Fan Fatzi, he also gave the second middle school boy a look.

Although reluctantly, under the threat of his own parents. Lin Shijie still got up and said sorry to Fan Fatzi. But in terms of sincerity, you can only say: hehe.

Chen Ao and the others left his restaurant under the personal farewell of Fan Fatzi. Of course, it's all free, and it comes with a lot of pastries that you can take away. Not far from the restaurant, Chen Ao planned to say goodbye to Lin Yiqi's family. Unexpectedly, as soon as he said it, he was semi-forcibly pulled by Father Lin, who looked at Chen Ao very pleasing to the eye, and asked him to accompany him to see the four treasures of the study. If he looked at other things, Chen Ao would definitely try his best to shirk it. However, when it comes to the four treasures of the study, Chen Ao has not touched it for a few months since he returned to real time and space. I also had a little itchy hands, so I was pulled away again.

After driving for half an hour, the car arrived at the Liuli Factory. When Chen Ao got out of the car, Lin's mother said that she was not feeling well and asked her youngest son to take her back first. Lin Shixiong had long wanted to send his embarrassed younger brother away, and after explaining a few words. I gave him the car keys. I took my sister and Chen Ao to follow Father Lin and walked into the glass factory.

Father Lin came to a store called Wen Yuexuan and walked straight in. As soon as he entered the door, the shopkeeper greeted Father Lin: "Old Lin, I got you the brush you gave last time." Wait a minute, I'll take it out. ”

After a while, the shopkeeper had already taken out a rectangular box. put the box on the countertop and motioned for Father Lin to watch.

When your father opened the box and took out the brush inside to look at it, the shopkeeper began to explain: "At your request, this is an authentic lake pen from the Republic of China." In the Ming and Qing dynasties, it was either too expensive or impractical. If you are not satisfied with this, if it doesn't work, I'll help you find it. ”

Father Lin observed for a while and nodded. He handed the brush to his son and asked Lin Shixiong to watch it too. Lin Shixiong watched for a while before he spoke: "Well, this wolf is not wrong. After speaking, he wanted to hand the pen back to his father, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Chen Ao was also looking at the brush in his hand. glanced at his sister, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. With his backhand, he handed the pen to Chen Ao, who had left a lot of good impressions on himself.

"Xiao Ao, you can also take a look." Lin Shixiong also changed his name to Xiao Ao at this time.

Chen Ao was not polite, and reached out to take it. As soon as they took it, Father Lin and Lin Shixiong's eyes lit up, and they saw Chen Ao holding the pen. They determined that Chen Ao was also a person who had practiced calligraphy for many years. Although Father Lin doesn't care about what the right person is, he also hopes that his daughter can marry a cultural person. And Chen Ao was the first man introduced by Lin Yiqi, although he was only met by the road. But over the years, he has introduced young talents he knows to his daughter, but there is no follow-up. Suddenly met someone his daughter knew, Father Lin couldn't help but invite, and his daughter did not object. Therefore, Father Lin and Lin Shixiong always pay attention to Chen Ao's performance.

Chen Ao looked left and right, and then handed the pen back to Father Lin. After finishing the brush, Father Lin asked Chen Aolai instead: "Xiao Ao, what do you think of this." ”

Although Chen Ao writes well, the identification of the brush is indeed not his strength. I can only look at a rough idea, so I didn't pretend to understand, and said directly: "Uncle is asking me, this brush is firm that I only know a little fur." It's okay if you ask me to write, but I really don't understand it if you ask me to comment. Just look at the words that are estimated to be written by this long brush, and it will not be too bad. ”

"Oh, it seems that Xiao Ao also has a hobby of calligraphy. It's better to let the old man open his eyes on the spot. After speaking, without waiting for Chen Ao to refuse, he let his son buy the pen. He also asked the shopkeeper to lay out a piece of rice paper and polish the ink. I pushed Chen Ao to write with the Changfeng Wolf I had just bought, and said in the beautiful name, try the pen.

Chen Ao couldn't shirk it, so he could only step forward and pick up the pen with a smile. With a stroke in hand, Chen Ao's temperament has changed. A pair of steady as Mount Tai and as if a supreme sword. The whole person threw himself into it. The left hand habitually carries the clothes of his right hand. With a movement of his wrist, the pen walked and he wrote straight. Just a few dozen words were written on a piece of rice paper. It took more than ten minutes. But that's a lot of speed in the eyes of others. Because the words written by Chen Ao are like knives, and the knives are sharp. This is a post of praise and exhortation of "Jiucheng Palace Liquan Ming", with a few dozen words at the beginning. was written by Chen Ao with a golden iron horse and a domineering and awe-inspiring artistic conception.

"Good words, good words. I didn't expect that the old man I had written calligraphy for half my life, but I was not as good as Xiaoao you. There are indeed geniuses in the world, and they can be surpassed without hard training. It's a pity that this piece of rice paper is too small. Can't write a complete ninety percent of the palace Liquan Ming. It's a pity" Father Lin has been staring at Chen Ao's words since he wrote the first word. As soon as Chen Ao finished writing, the rice paper was snatched by him. The mouth is still commenting there.

Lin Yiqi also looked at Chen Ao with bright eyes, thinking in her heart. How many talents does this guy have, from mahjong to food to calligraphy. These are irrelevant. Chen Ao turned out to be very proficient, no, not proficient. It's that this calligraphy is already a master. My father is a director of the Calligraphy Association, and I don't know how many people I have seen calligraphy since I was a child. Of the calligraphers who are still alive, it can be said that none of them can write better than him. Thinking of this, Lin Yiqi glanced at Chen Ao again. As if to see him through.

"What's the pity, isn't the little proud man here? Dad, if you like it, invite Xiao Ao to our house. Let Xiao Ao write you a complete one, or you will have it. Lin Shixiong looked at Chen Ao with undisguised appreciation at this time and said.

But Chen Ao retreated at this time, he hadn't been to other girls' houses. I feel that this is the rhythm of seeing my parents at home, Chen Ao shouted in his heart, "The rhythm is too fast, my brother can't hold it." So he tried his best to shirk it, and refused to go no matter what he said. Lin Shixiong saw that he couldn't move him, so he made a look at his sister. but was blatantly ignored.

I had no choice but to make an agreement with Chen Ao that I would visit their house next time I was free. Lin Shixiong also gave a business card to Chen Ao, and after reading the business card, Chen Ao knew that Lin Shixiong was also making jade and jade. His best friend's wife works in his company. is also Lin Yiqi's cousin, Xiaojie.

watched Lin Yiqi and her family get into a taxi. Chen Ao turned around and walked around the glass factory by the way, anyway, he had nothing to do when he was idle. It's better to cultivate your sentiments here.