Xiao Yue remembered that on the Queen Mother's birthday, Xiao Qi was lost in the imperial dining room. She followed Mu Ziyu to the imperial dining room to look for someone, and happened to meet an imperial chef surnamed Yin. Satsuki had seen many people on that day, but she was the only one who was impressed.

The reason is very simple, but it is because of a recipe that she later found in the bamboo tube.

Satsuki felt that this recipe was most likely the family heirloom recipe that the imperial chef had lost. This recipe was inadvertently taken out of the palace by Xiao Qi, and Xiao Yue felt that this recipe was a little hot, so she kept it for the time being.

But in her heart, Xiao Yue was still a little sorry for that Yin Imperial Chef, after all, this was something very important to others.

Today, she looked at this so-called old Chef Yin, and thought to herself that if he was really Yin Imperial Chef, then returning the recipes to the original owner would just be a matter of her heart.

But she didn't know why Lao Yin would become a homeless man now if he was the Yin Imperial Chef, and then work as a cook in a small shop.

So, Xiao Yue asked tentatively, "Old Master Yin, have you ever made fried chicken before, why do you ask me if I want to add salt?"

Lao Yin's eyelids jumped suddenly, and then he said expressionlessly: "Because you said that this is fried chicken, I think it should be fried in oil." As a matter of common sense, I think you'd have to put the chicken in flour mixed with egg whites and coat it in flour. ”

"Awesome!" Xiao Yue praised him without hesitation, "Old Master Yin, did you make fried chicken before?"

Lao Yin lowered his head and thought about it and said, "I used to make a dish of small crispy meat, and it seems that the method is somewhat the same." However, the crispy pork is made of pork, not chicken, and the meat is not covered with flour, but with soybean flour, so I wonder if the fried chicken you want can do the same. ”

"Little crispy pork?" "When Xiaoyue's house celebrates the New Year, she will specially fried crispy meat to eat. However, she has never seen this dish since she came here. "Why haven't I eaten it?"

"This... Lao Yin wanted to speak and stopped, stunned for a while, he lowered his head and wiped the kitchen knife, and said slowly: "This dish is not usually made by people, and it is usually made by big families during the New Year's Festival." ”

"Oh, big family?" said Satsuki with a smile, "Then where did you learn this dish, and who did you make it for?"

"This... Lao Yin was asked by Xiao Yue again, his dark face turned a little red, and he said softly: "There are a lot of dishes I can make, this is just one of them, some dishes are just to watch others make them, look at them, and some dishes are family heirlooms." This dish is a family heirloom. ”

Seeing that he automatically ignored the second question, Xiao Yue mentioned the word family heirloom, becoming more and more sure that he was Yin Yuchu.

"Family heirloom?" Xiao Yue said with a slight smile: "It seems that Master Yin was born in a family of celebrity chefs, it is really disrespectful and disrespectful." ”

Lao Yin sighed, "Hey, don't mention this matter again, I'm like this now, I'm really disgraced to my ancestors." ”

Xiao Yue became more and more curious about why he ended up in such a field, so she comforted him, "Don't be so discouraged, life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten." ”

"Huh. Lao Yin smiled bitterly: "Don't talk about me, Childe, I'm going to start heating oil, you better avoid it for the time being." ”

Xiao Yue stopped: "Don't worry, this chicken should be marinated for at least half an hour, and it will be okay to wait for the fire to regenerate." ”

"Pickled?" Lao Yin asked curiously, "There is still this step in this dish?"

"Well, that's how the chicken tastes. ”

"Oh, okay. Lao Yin looked at the chicken wrapped in flour on the plate, and his eyes were filled with a strange light.

"Childe, where have you eaten this dish?"

Seeing him like this, Xiao Yue also smiled, "I've eaten in my hometown." ”

"Your hometown?" Lao Yin asked, "I wonder if Gongzi is willing to tell me where it is?"

"Why are you so curious?"

"This... Lao Yin raised his head and said without changing his face: "Born as a cook, it is normal to encounter a dish that you have never heard of before, and want to know its origin. He patted his chest and said, "My ancestors used to be cooks, and they traveled all over the British states, cooking and learning the cuisines of various places at the same time. And then they passed down these skills from generation to generation. Therefore, as a descendant of the old Yin family, he has long been familiar with the cuisines of various states. And the dish of Childe, the small one is unheard of. ”

Xiao Yue saw that he respected his ancestors very much, but if he was really the imperial chef, there would be something strange about today's situation.

"Old Master Yin is so powerful, I see that you are a little familiar, have you ever been an imperial chef?" Xiao Yue directly said his guess in order to let him reveal his identity, and then observed his expression.

Unexpectedly, when he heard the word "imperial kitchen", the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he became emotional.

"Imperial Chef?hahaha!" He looked up to the sky and laughed three times, then stared at Xiao Yue with both eyes, and asked in a somewhat gloomy tone, "Why did Childe see me?"

"I once followed Prince Mu to the palace and entered the imperial dining room. Xiao Yue said lightly.

"I see. He saw that Xiao Yue looked calm, so he controlled his emotions and did not let himself lose his temper in front of Xiao Yue.

"Are you really the Imperial Chef?" Seeing him speak like this, Xiao Yue had already fully confirmed that he was Imperial Chef Yin.

"So what?" he said coldly, flicking the kitchen knife in his hand, and the kitchen knife was inserted straight into the board.

Satsuki was not intimidated by his momentum and continued to ask, "Then why are you here?"

Lao Yin's eyes were bloodshot, and he said menacingly: "I was killed by a traitor, stole my family recipe, and I can't work with eunuchs!"

"This... Hearing the words "family recipe", Xiao Yue suddenly felt a little guilty, and wanted to make up for him.

"Do you care about the job of the imperial chef?" Xiao Yue thought in her heart, and went out to find Mu Ziyu to see if she could help him return to work in the imperial dining room.

"What do you care?" Lao Yin sneered, "I used to think that this was an errand to honor my ancestors, but now it seems that it is just a vain name, and it has caused me to lose my family recipe." ”

He bowed his head a little sadly, "Maybe my ancestors are warning me that the craft of a cook is to make the best food for people, not to chase fame and fortune... ”

"But you, a royal chef, would you be willing to be a cook in this little restaurant?"

Lao Yin raised his head, looked at the somewhat dirty back kitchen, and said with a sigh: "When I was desperate and my heart died, it was Xiao Zhu who pulled me and gave me a bowl of white rice and pickles, and I came back to life." I want to be here for a while, even if I repay him. ”

"What about after that, what are you going to do?" Xiao Yue heard his heartfelt words, and she also sighed a little in her heart.