The owner of the shop is really a real person, and it is true that only tofu is true. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The two plates of tofu were placed firmly in the middle of the table, but the tofu was not as fragrant as the rice, but it was very beautiful.

One of the plates of tofu in the eye is made dry and yellow on both sides, and there is no trace of marinade on the plate, the color is golden, Yuan Lai sandwiched a piece and put it in his mouth, this tofu has a slight umami of chelates, but there is clearly no chela in the plate, even other seasoning materials.

Even Yuan Lai, who has not studied much about eating, can see that this tofu is not ordinary.

And the other ......

The colors are bright and the patterns are a little more varied.

The word "many" is also relative, the tofu on the plate is not a complete shape but a regular flake, covered with soup foam, mixed with the tofu and many half-inch long shallots, there are some traces of fried oil on the surface, and there are many small dried shrimps, and there are many, dense and uncountable.

As soon as the two dishes of tofu came up, they immediately blocked the mouths of several people, especially Yo You, who was a little greedy, and was still in a hurry to pull the rice just now, but now after eating the tofu, her eyes lit up, and she kept eating it, but she didn't say it was good anymore.

There are also two girls, Ono and Liu Xiaoyan, who are also smiling and very satisfied.

Although the dish was delicious, Yuan Lai simply ate a few bites and put down his chopsticks and looked at the shopkeeper.

After the old man served two plates of tofu, he retreated silently, and it seemed that he didn't make any other food, and he didn't want to disturb a few people to eat, so he came to the door with a small Mazha, sat against the door frame, and silently looked at the opposite carriage and horses.

"The old man is sitting outside the door, is he afraid that we won't pay for dinner?"

Yuan Lai glared at her with a smile, then thought about it and stood up and came to the door.

The old man turned his head to look at Yuan Lai calmly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little curious, do those two plates of tofu have names? Yuan Lai said with a smile.

The shopkeeper replied lightly: "The fried tofu is surnamed 'Cheng', and the other plate is surnamed 'Jiang'." ”

"Tofu still has a surname?" Yuan Lai said in surprise.

"There is a surname, but there is no name. ”

"I don't understand. ”

The old man groaned and said: "I pondered it myself, one surname for one dish of one hundred families, one surname for one thousand words, one word for one dish, just like that, it is convenient and easy to remember." ”

Yuan Lai blinked and said strangely: "You mean to say that this dish was created by you?"

It was so unexpected that even the others looked at it.

The old man couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable when he was looked at by several people with this kind of eyes, moved his buttocks, and said, "Blind." ”

Seeing him admit it, Yuan Lai was really shocked in his heart, if this old man didn't lie, it would really be quite a remarkable thing.

The reason why he paid attention to this person was just that since the food here was so delicious, how could it be so cold?

But these are just curiosity, his purpose is naturally not here, Yuan Lai pondered for a while, and said: "These dishes of yours are really the best I have ever tasted, the rice is the most fragrant, and the tofu is also the most delicious, since it is original, I don't know if it will be sold or not?"

"Sell?" the old man frowned.

Yuan Lai smiled: "I think it's delicious, but I'm just passing through Qingzhou, I'm afraid that it will be difficult to eat in the future, if I can buy it, I can make it myself if I want to eat it in the future, so ...... I don't know if to sell or not?"

Yuan Lai's idea didn't mean anything else, it was really just a temporary idea, or maybe I saw Yo You Xiaoye and their greed just now, so I had this idea.

He was also ready to be rejected, after all, this kind of thing can't be forced to sell or not.

However, when he finished saying this, the old man did not answer immediately, nor did he show thought and hesitation, but looked at him deeply, paused, and replied, "It's not worth it, you will give it to you if you want, but ...... You can't learn it. ”

"Huh?"

The old man struggled to organize the words, but apparently could not speak well, and finally could only emphasize again: "You can't learn it." ”

"Why?" asked Yuan Lai curiously.

The others were also curious, but the old man's answer made several people stunned.

Or rather, surprise.

I saw that the owner of this dilapidated shop, squatting on the horse, looked up at the young man in front of him, suddenly stretched out his finger and pointed to his chest, and said word by word: "You don't have the heart to cook." ”

Cooking heart?

What is that?

Yuan Lai felt that this was really incomprehensible, and couldn't help asking, "What is the heart of cooking?"

The shopkeeper looked at him, thought about it, stood up, and said, "Want to know?"

After speaking, he actually walked to the back kitchen with Ma Zha, Yuan Lai was stunned, waved his hand to a few people, and then stepped to follow.

The scene of the back kitchen made Yuan Lai a little surprised, he really didn't expect this kitchen to be better than the store outside, although the area is still not large, but the cleaning is extremely clean and tidy, those limited ingredients are stacked on the ground, and the more is some kitchen utensils and many ceramic jars.

The stove is still hot.

Yuan Lai looked at him suspiciously, thinking that this old man was very interesting.

The amount of food cooked was just right, and only the rice in the kitchen was steamed.

The old man came in and pointed to the rice bucket on the stove for steaming rice.

In Yuan Lai's puzzled gaze, he suddenly asked, "What about the rice?"

"It's delicious, I've never tasted anything so good. Yuan Lai said truthfully.

The old man smiled faintly and said, "Do you know what to do?"

Yuan Lai shook his head.

"It's not a secret, it's just serious. Just like this rice, people like to cook it now, it's convenient, and the time is short, but the rice made like that is dead, stuffy in the pot, the unclean things in the rice can't run out, the fragrance can't get out, and it's easy to become rancid when it cools down. Steamed rice is more delicious. ”

Yuan Lai thought that this old man was very interesting, and he didn't seem to say much, but when he talked about cooking, he talked a lot.

"Steaming rice to use wooden barrels, I don't like to use wood, use straw, straw is originally a part of the rice, the bottom of the barrel is a bamboo sieve, breathable, the rice is made of rice from the south, delicious, the water is also exquisite, tea and wine have to use mountain spring water, cooking has to use rivers and lakes water, rivers and lakes are full of yang, how can you get it? “

"Walk far to the north of Qingzhou City, there is a river, wait for the middle of the night to get on the boat to the middle stream, take some jars to fill the water back, can not be used directly, pour in the backyard tank to take the green bamboo stick left hand stir a hundred times, into a whirlpool on the line, the breathable lid is covered and don't move, wait for three or two days and then take the spoon to the other water tanks, get a seventy, the rest don't do, wait for three or two days and then do this, the stick stirs again, three times on the line. ”