Looking at the entire entertainment industry, Rong Ling is the only one who can forage for food in the village under the whole network.

Until this moment, Rong Ling still didn't understand the purpose of Ah Qi asking her to come to this village.

Whether it was to find someone or to cook, Rong Ling didn't know anything.

But the only thing she knows at the moment is-

She was hungry.

"I don't know if it's good to open my mouth directly, alas, let's go ask and try it first."

Rong Ling walked down the stone steps to the small courtyard in front of the village house, she gently knocked on the wooden door, and asked politely: "Hello old man, I'm sorry to disturb, may I ask, where can I buy food in this village?" I'm a little hungry. ”

The old man who was originally sitting on the bamboo chair heard Rong Ling's question and slowly opened his eyes.

He slowly stood up with the two armrests of his chair, and then picked up the crutches that had been placed next to the chair and walked to the door.

Seeing Rong Ling's kind look, the old man opened the courtyard door with peace of mind, and responded with a kind smile: "Oh girl, you are from outside the village, right?" How? Hungry? ”

"Well, I'm from the city, I've come here to pick up the wind, I've walked around, and I'm a little hungry." Rong Ling was a little embarrassed.

But the old man was very happy when he saw it, as if no one had come to visit him for a long time, and finally someone came to talk to him, so he hurriedly and warmly invited: "It's just right, I still have some food here, come in." ”

Rong Ling didn't expect the old man to invite her directly to her home as a guest, which made her a little overjoyed.

But after all, he is a living person, so he dared to go to the old man's house, Rong Ling still felt too abrupt.

So, she hurriedly waved her hand and refused: "This, how embarrassing this is, old man, just tell me where to buy food, I'll buy it myself." ”

When the old man saw that Rong Ling wanted to refuse, he immediately persuaded him again: "Girl, our village is not rich, everyone goes to the town market to buy, which is a few miles away from the village." Besides, my old man is alone in my house, and no one usually speaks, so you are here, just chat with me to relieve boredom, come in. ”

Rong Ling listened to the old man's words, and his stomach was really hungry, so he had no choice but to respectfully agree.

In this way, Rong Ling walked into this small farm yard with a bag on his back, there were chickens and ducks in the yard, and vegetables were planted in the field on one side of the yard.

"Old man, do you live here alone? What about children? ”

Rong Ling came into the courtyard, and the old man invited her to sit on a small wooden bench in the courtyard.

He came to the wooden chair on the other side and sat down, and said slowly: "They are all abroad, and they are usually too busy, and they don't have time to come back." I only have one granddaughter in the city and will come to see me when I have time. ”

The old man said as usual, and Rong Ling felt an indescribable desolation when he listened.

Without the warmth of family affection, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will be a little dim.

Speaking of this, Rong Ling couldn't help but think of those "family members" in the Dajing Dynasty, and he had some empathy with the old man in his heart.

The old man saw that Rong Ling's eyes were a little sad, and he couldn't bear to continue.

After all, a little girl came to collect style, and the topic was too sad and a little out of place.

So, the old man smiled and changed the subject: "Oh, look at my memory, I forgot that you are still hungry." You wait, I'll go get you something to eat." ”

As he spoke, the old man picked up his crutches and wanted to get up.

Although it is said that he is here to eat, but to let an old man who has passed his old age serve tea and pour water for himself, this is a long life.

So, seeing this, Rong Ling hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him: "That old man doesn't need it, do you have a kitchen here?" I can do it myself. ”

When the old man heard this, he was slightly surprised and asked Rong Ling, "Do you know how to cook?" ”

"Well, there will be some, the ancestors of the family worked as imperial cooks in the palace, so they will have some fur."

Rong Ling just said it casually, but he didn't expect the old man to be shocked when he heard it, and even as if he had received some earth-shattering news, he hurriedly stepped forward, pulled Rong Ling's arm and asked excitedly, "Your ancestor was an imperial chef?" It's true? ”

"Well, yes, yes, what's wrong?"

Rong Ling saw that the old man cared so much about this matter, and his heart was full of doubts. Although it is indeed surprising that the ancestor is the imperial chef, the old man's excitement still makes Rong Ling's matter not as simple as she thought.

The old man listened to Rong Ling's answer, and gradually let go of the hand that was holding Rong Ling.

He clenched the cane in his hand, looked at Rong Ling with an expectant look, and said, "There is a dish I haven't tasted for decades, I don't know, girl, you can make it." ”

"What dish?"

"It's made of chicken slices in the shape of a flower, I don't remember the specifics, it was when I was young, my mother took me to eat once, at that time, and the emperor, it is said that only the imperial chef in the palace will do it."

"Old man, what you said, but hibiscus chicken slices?"

"Yes, yes, that's it, I don't know if the girl can do it?"

"Of course, old man, you sit here and wait, and I'll do it for you."

"Good, good."

Rong Ling never thought that in this small village, there were still people who knew about the dish of hibiscus chicken slices.

You know, this dish not only tests the chef's cooking level, but also the chef's patience.

Even in the Dajing Dynasty, Rong Ling only did it at the Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival banquets every year, and it was only for the emperor and the queen mother, and other concubines did not have a good taste even if they were the queen's mother.

Although Rong Ling didn't know how the old man tasted this dish, since the old man opened his mouth, she had no reason to refuse, after all, they were all poor people who were separated from their relatives.

In this way, Rong Ling put down his backpack, rolled up his sleeves and came to the stove where he was cooking in the village house.

"Wow, all the ingredients?"

Rong Ling never thought that although the old man's village house looked simple, there were all the ingredients next to the stove.

This was not what she expected.

"It's different if you have land at home, and the ingredients look so fresh."

Rong Ling picked up the vegetables and meat on the shelves next to the stove one by one, each of which could be said to have just been prepared.

Even in a big hotel in the city, it's hard to have such fresh ingredients.

couldn't help but become more and more curious about the identity of this old man.

However, at the moment, the most important thing is to restore the hibiscus chicken slices for the elderly, since it has been said, it must be done.

So, Rong Ling didn't stop, picked up the pot on the shelf, and prepared to start working.

"Come on, let's start with chicken soup!"

As he spoke, Rong Ling took out a shaved raw chicken, cut it into large pieces on the board, and then blanched the chicken pieces.

After aging, remove the chicken pieces, pour out the water in the pot, start a new stove, add the chicken pieces, green onion and ginger, and then pour in water to start boiling.

Next, she took out a piece of the best chicken breast and began to make this chicken slice that eats chicken but doesn't see it...