After a long while, Xiao Budian came back to his senses, raised a pair of thick linen gloves and said: "I haven't finished talking just now, you are rushing to work, the iron plate is very hot, you need to wear gloves when you pull it away, it's strange, why aren't your hands burned." ”

Shi Keqi thought about it. Although most of the fire is going to the pot, and most of the burning smoke is also led away by the chimney, there are still a lot of remnants of the flame tongue and red-hot carbonized wood that come into contact with the iron plate, and after a period of licking, the iron plate can be fried early.

He knew in his heart that it was probably because of the red bead that he had swallowed by mistake, but he pretended not to smile and said, "Probably because of my thick skin." ”

Xiao Budian seemed to believe this explanation a little, let go of his sleeves, and then looked at his palm, probably measuring the thickness of the palm skin.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Scoch added.

"What's the problem?"

"Why is it called picking up ashes?"

"That's what everybody called. ”

“......”

The busy day passed quickly, and when he closed and cleaned up in the evening, he lay in the small room in the backyard, and fell asleep on the bed, not bothering to talk to the two male cooks in the same room. There are three running guys living in the next room, Xiao Budian and another guy's home is not far from here, and they go to sleep every day, and the others, including the shopkeeper, also go back to their own homes after closing, each looking for their own mother.

Shi Keqi was woken up by some "huhuhaha" sounds in the morning, he shook his head, and made a conclusion about the source of the sound, and saw that a cook surnamed Li had already gotten up.

He asked, "Master Li, is there a martial arts hall near here?"

"Yes, it's in the back alley, and you can walk dozens of steps from here. ”

Shi Keqi was a little sleepy, Xiang Yage didn't do early white case business, and now there was more than an hour before the time to work in the restaurant, he yawned and wanted to continue to sleep, but the sound of practicing martial arts came intermittently, and he listened to it in his ears, but his head became more and more sober. I simply got up and didn't sleep. Drop a pinch of coarse salt into a glass of water and start brushing with a rough brush.

After washing up, push open the backyard door and follow the sound to find the martial arts hall.

The autumn morning temperature in Xiangzhou Prefecture is moderate, neither hot nor cold, with plenty of sunshine and less rain, compared to the north of the Northern Zhou Empire, where the first snow has fallen, it is a paradise.

The wind passing by the alley brings some cool breath, sprinkled on the merchant who pushes the cart to deliver goods in the morning. In the soup pots placed outside in the front of the alley, a mist rises from the burning of firewood, intertwined with the white gas emitted from the steamer of the steamed bun shop next door, exuding bursts of aroma, arousing the appetite of morning risers, vegetable sellers, butchers, and residents in the alley.

It's easy to find this martial arts bureau called "Zhenbei Martial Arts Hall", the door is not open, and when you look at it from the outside, the courtyard inside covers a lot of land. Dozens of teenagers lined up in horizontal and vertical lines, practicing the same moves one by one, and a man in his twenties walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, like a martial arts master, giving orders for the next move from time to time.

Shi Keqi probed his head and looked at it for a moment, a little puzzled, it was quite different from the moves taught to him by his grandfather, and there were a lot of blocking and parrying movements, but he had not been in contact with other martial artists except his grandfather, and it was difficult to judge whether the martial arts hall practiced by these people was good or bad.

The martial arts master has long noticed him, and there are more children and teenagers who like to watch, as long as it does not hinder the apprentices from practicing martial arts, they generally don't bother to pay attention to it. Shi Keqi looked at it for a while, and slowly found a little way, and the moves they practiced seemed to be suitable for solo combat.

Two children pouted and blew saliva bubbles to join the ranks of watching martial arts, Shi Keqi saw that one of them had a thick snot hanging under his nose, inhaling and exhaling in and out of his nostrils, and suddenly lost interest in continuing to watch, and turned back.

Xiang Ya Ge's business is relatively stable every day, with many repeat customers, and it can also host medium-sized banquets, and the kitchen work seems to be never finished. Shi Keqi made a few mistakes yesterday and didn't make them again today, but he forgot to add water to the pot of steaming rice, and he hit him a few times with kindness.

The cattle shopkeeper will also come in to supervise when he is not busy, with a black charcoal face, usually silent, not at all in front of the guests, the eyebrows are flying and spitting in front of the guests, and the lazy and slippery one is caught, a face is darker, the eyes are cut, and the person who has been frightened without talking works hard.

Master Zhu knows a lot of dishes, the most powerful "braised lion head" can be said to be fragrant, delicate and moving, mellow meatballs and chicken soup mushrooms boiled out of the juice, people will have a long aftertaste, long to eat not tired. The main thing is to chop the best pork belly finely and finely chop it like a grain of rice, add an appropriate amount of water while chopping to keep the meat moist, add the bubbly egg white and various seasonings after chopping, and add a little starch and water to stir vigorously to maintain the stickiness and refreshing taste of the minced meat. After stirring well, knead the balls into a suitable size with your hands, and then prepare to fry them in the pan.

The previous preparations are all done by the chef, and Chef Zhu is only in charge of the frying and final cooking. The grasp of the oil temperature is quite critical, the temperature is too high will be charred outside and the inside is not cooked, too low will not be crispy, generally wait for the oil to rise to six to seven percent of the temperature under the pot, in order to keep the meatballs complete, do not often turn the meatballs that are being fried.

Another key is the soup that is cooked after frying, the chicken soup that is slowly boiled over a fine fire is fragrant and attractive, take the right amount of chicken broth and meatballs and put it in a casserole and simmer it slowly, and the aroma of the meat that lingers in the kitchen after the completion makes Shi Keqi's saliva flow into a waterfall.

Chef Da Zhu makes about 50 servings of braised lion's head a day, and the casserole used for stewing meat is very large, so there is no problem with putting 20 servings, but in order to ensure the taste, only 10 servings are served at a time. Shi Keqi was in charge of watching the fire, and Chef Zhu would pay attention to the heat when cooking other dishes, and after half an hour of a strong aroma coming out of the pores of the casserole lid, he instructed the kitchen to take the bowl away.

Busy watching the fire and watching the meal, adding firewood and water, washing dishes and vegetables, etc., often busy for an hour or two, waiting for Shi Keqi to rest for a while, the guests in the store left with breakfast and wine.

For several days in a row, Shi Keqi went to the martial arts hall in the morning to watch people practice martial arts, because the meridians and breath in his body were disordered, and he still couldn't lift his qi to use martial arts and spells, and he was busy in the back kitchen, and the injury seemed to have become more serious. There is also a master in the martial arts hall, who occasionally comes over to give a pointer or two, and the young man who teaches everyone to practice martial arts is his eldest apprentice.

Late autumn has arrived, and the leaves of the yellow street wander in the air from time to time, and then fall to the ground. Shi Keqi leaned in front of the door and watched the people in the martial arts hall practice, the young master saw that he had been here for a few days, and came over to ask if there was something wrong, but it was not that he had any views on the portal, he was afraid that others would steal the learning, etc., what he passed on to everyone was ordinary basic kung fu such as long fists, horse steps, whip legs, etc., and occasionally some dismantling and handing moves were also up to the point.

Shi Keqi shook his head, and he smiled to indicate that it was okay.