There is talent in everything, but more important than talent is whether you put your best efforts.

Brother Ye kept recalling what Yu Jian said, the beads of sweat on his forehead were as dense as water, but he couldn't resist the heat in his heart at this moment.

On the plate in front of him, there was still half of the oil tower made by Yu Jian. Put it next to him and compare it, you can tell at a glance which is higher and which is lower. At this moment, he realized that what Yu Jian said "not bad" was really just an encouragement to him.

He took a deep breath, all of Yu Jian's movements came to mind, gritted his teeth, and continued to knead the dough.

Yu Jian stood aside, feeling the high flames burning around him, and nodded secretly. This child is far more tenacious than he knows, and he also has a momentum of not admitting defeat in his heart. The son can be taught.

She watched quietly for a while, and then walked out of the back kitchen with two oil towers.

The proprietress was knocking melon seeds again, and she was desperate for most of the time waiting for the opening time with the melon seeds in the bucket, except for ...... When you are fed by the back kitchen.

Seeing Yu Jian come out, the proprietress threw the remaining half of the melon seeds back into the bucket with interest, patted the crumbs on her clothes, and sat down and waited.

Yu Jian smiled and reminded her: "It's easy to grow meat if you eat too many melon seeds, don't you still shout to lose weight?"

The proprietress pinched the swimming ring on her stomach, glanced at the oil tower in her hand, and pouted: "Pasta is the easiest to gain weight......

"Then you don't want to eat it?" Yu Jian pretended to put away the plates.

The proprietress hurriedly stopped: "Hey-people are iron and rice, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry!" Her mouth was raised by Yu Jian, and even her appetite was much better, every time Yu Jian gave her food, she could eat it cleanly, and what to mention to lose weight!

Seeing the white flower roll on the plate, the proprietress became even more enthusiastic: "Oil tart! I love it!" She hurriedly pinched one, and as soon as she touched her fingertips, she felt that the dough was unusually fluffy and elastic, and carefully tore it a little, and sure enough, it was as thin as paper as she saw, covered with a layer of cover. A thin oil fragrance escaped from her nose, which irritated her mouth to saliva.

Carefully tear a little bit and put it in your mouth, the aroma of mutton fat mixed with the fragrance of vegetable oil, wrapped in the dough of the tendons, filling the mouth. Stained with saliva, it melts quickly, with a slight sweetness of grains, and it makes people lose themselves in an instant.

The flavor of the mutton fat surged out in the heat wave, oily but not greasy, just felt that it was just the right finishing touch, and it blended perfectly with the soft taste of the grain.

The proprietress suddenly had a thought in her heart: how could the oil tower of this market thing be so elegant at this moment?

She took one bite after another, and quickly killed the whole one. When she stretched out her hand again, her expression became serious, she glared at Yu Jian with her cheeks puffed out, and asked inarticulately, "I still want to eat meatball soup."

In Xinjiang Province, meatball soup and oil tart are a perfect match.

"It's simmering in the pot, wait?"

The proprietress said "oh", stopped her hand and continued to move, and then picked up another one and began to eat: "When the meatball soup is ready, I'll eat two more." For now, let's solve the cravings first, who makes this thing more delicious and crispy the more you eat!

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"Ouch, what does this smell like, it's so fragrant that my mouth waters......" The diners hurried into the restaurant's door, stomping their feet and inhaling the aroma of the room.

The basin of free food was raised high and covered with a special thermal cloth. Someone has already taken the lead, lifted a corner, smelled the nourishing oil fragrance, and spoke with relish.

The hot tart is slightly patted before eating, which is a local specialty. The taxi driver couldn't bear it anymore and stood still and ate it.

After taking a bite, I first felt the crispiness of the oily skin, and then I took a bite, which was the softness of the inner core. One bite after another, each bite made him feel a different taste. Today, he doesn't even want to eat pilaf, he just wants to eat a comfortable meal on the oil tower!

"Let's just say how can you miss the meatball soup!" The driver happily took a full bowl of soup from Brother Ye's hand and took a small sip.

The seemingly ordinary soup contains the infinite wisdom of the people of Xinjiang Province, which contains tender meatballs, tight beef slices, as well as vermicelli, vermicelli, frozen tofu and various vegetables.

Who wouldn't want to drink a bowl of soup and nibble on two fragrant tarts on this cold winter day?

"Cool—"

"It's delicious—"

One after another admiration sounded, this kind of moment Yu Jian can experience almost every day, so it is not strange. But in Brother Ye's eyes, just using an ordinary bowl of meatball soup and an oil tart that every family can make, he can receive heartfelt praise from diners, which shocked him.

While shocked, he thought about it seriously.

Originally, I came to the restaurant to learn to cook, maybe it was also to resist my sister, and I had a little bit of sincerity, but I didn't take it too seriously. But at this moment, seeing the smiles of enjoyment on the faces of the diners, he had an indescribable feeling......

It was a joy that permeated from the depths of his heart, little by little, it swept through every cell of him. At this moment, his whole body wanted to shout: You are eating the oil tower made by me!

This change in him was seen by Yu Jian. It wasn't until the heat in the boy's eyes grew firm that she laughed softly.

It seems that this apprentice, she is a teacher-

"Is this it?" Not far from the hotel, an old man and a young man walked in the snow with difficult steps. The young one was carrying a huge backpack and had to carefully hold the old man's arm to remind him to watch his step.

The signboard of the old hotel is getting closer and closer, and the pace of the old man is getting faster and faster.

The young man panted and followed, crying bitterly, and scolded the unconscious little girl a thousand times in his heart.

"Yu Jian!" The old man pushed open the door and shouted angrily, "Stinky girl, come out for me!"

Before Yu Jian could react to what was going on, the diners moved first. A large group of old men stood up in unison, blocked in front of the proprietress and the two cooks, looked at the visitor with unkind faces, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you here to smash the field?"

The old man's anger that had just come out was half extinguished in an instant, and he was so frightened by this posture that he shrunk his neck, and unconsciously took two steps back.

This retreat stepped on the young man who just wanted to follow up behind him. "Ouch—" The young man's body shook and shook, and finally he was dragged down by the backpack on his shoulder, and fell directly into the snow, falling on all fours.

"My teacher Guan—you don't want to kill for money, do you??? The young man wailed for a long time, couldn't get up, and kicked his legs in anger.

Mr. Guan??

Yu Jian felt that her heart was not good, and looked through the gap in the human wall. Isn't that old man who still wants to be reluctant to give up on his neck just close the moon!