"Okay." Su Yujin nodded.

Mother Liu has learned a lot from her, and now her cooking skills are very advanced and she can enter.

However, I may not be able to wait for lunch to be ready.

Zeng Dayong said that they lived in Fuyun Lane, which was not too far from Shuanggui Lane, and according to the way he trotted, it was almost time to arrive at this time.

To be on the safe side, Su Yujin first took the amber walnut kernels made by Mother Liu and wormwood yesterday to pad her stomach.

And just as Su Yujin guessed, Mother Liu's yuba had just come out of the pot, and before she had eaten a few walnuts, Zeng Dayong came in a hurry.

I was out of breath when I ran, and even on a cold day, a layer of sweat appeared on my forehead.

"Su ...... Miss Su, my master asked me to invite you over. ”

Su Yujin couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth.

"Okay."

Su Yujin put down the chrysanthemum tea in his hand that was used to press the sweet and greasy amber walnut kernels, called wormwood to join her, and prepared to go out.

"Girl, let's bring more people." Mother Liu reminded.

In the end, she was going to meet someone, and Liu's mother was not very relieved.

"It's fine." Su Yujin nodded, thought for a while, and said, "Then bring Qingkui again." ”

Qing Kui has a lot of strength and reacts quickly.

"Yes." Mother Liu quickly went to Su Ji, replaced Qingkui, and asked her to follow Su Yujin.

So, Su Yujin's master and servant followed Zeng Dayong all the way to Fuyun Lane.

"My master's surname is Zheng, his name is Mingyuan, if Miss Su sees Master later, don't call Chef Zheng, just call Uncle Zheng."

On the way, Zeng Dayong reminded.

Su Yujin nodded, but raised her eyebrows again.

It's kind of interesting to be a chef who doesn't want to be called a chef.

The four of them walked briskly all the way, and soon arrived at the mansion where Zeng Dayong and Zheng Mingyuan were.

In the middle of Fuyun Lane, a not small house, as soon as you enter the house, you will see a courtyard full of green leaves, all kinds of vegetables.

Spinach, coriander, garlic sprouts......

Immediately after, I smelled a scent.

Rich and heavy, and the long aroma comes to the nose.

The two of them, Wormwood and Qingkui, couldn't help but sniff and smack their lips, "What smells so good?" ”

Su Yujin also sniffed and thought for a while, "It seems that it is, the taste of dry fried fish offal ......"

Before the words fell, the "bang" sound in the stove room that originally seemed to be the friction between the spatula and the iron pot stopped, and a middle-aged man in his forties who was not tall and emaciated, and some middle-aged men in their forties ran out, still carrying a large spatula in their hands, and looked at Su Yujin in surprise, "Do you know how to make dry fried fish offal?" ”

Otherwise, how can you smell it, it's the smell of dry fried fish offal?

"Barely so." Su Yujin nodded slightly, remembering that on the road just now, Zeng Dayong said that he was the only one living with Zheng Mingyuan in the family, and the person who looked short and thin was Zheng Mingyuan.

"You are Uncle Zheng, I heard Brother Zeng say that the thirteen incense and powder are all from Uncle Zheng......"

"Don't talk about those who don't, since you can make fried fish offal, hurry up, come over and give me a hand, and fry the rest of the fish offal." Zheng Mingyuan couldn't help but stuff the spatula in his hand into Su Yujin's hand.

He even threw her a navy blue apron.

This person is really not welcome.

Wormwood saw that Zheng Mingyuan was a little rude, and she was a little unhappy, but since the girl seemed to value this person very much, she endured her anger and only followed Su Yujin into the stove room to help Su Yujin help.

Su Yujin entered the stove room and took a brief look.

The small stove room, because of the smoke and fire of the stove, the wall has been smoked a little black, but the stove is cleaned up, the iron pot is surrounded by the lid, are washed clean, all kinds of spices next to the board, each jar, all kinds of knives, are also placed very neatly......

It's just that in the wooden barrel next to it, there seems to be unsatisfactory dry fried fish offal poured inside, and it is still bubbling with a faint aroma.

But Su Yujin could also smell that when he fried the fish offal, he forgot to put rice wine, so that the fishy smell was not completely dispeld.

And at this time, on the board, there are already cut onions, ginger, garlic and red peppers, and in the small porcelain basin next to it, there are cleaned fish roe and fish bubbles.

It seems that this Zheng Mingyuan is also a person who strives for excellence.

Su Yujin first checked what the seasonings in each jar were, and then ordered Wormwood and Qingkui to light the fire.

Heat the pot over high heat, heat the pan with cold oil, stir-fry the shallots, ginger, red pepper segments, and caviar fish into the pot, pour in some rice wine, and then add soy sauce, sugar, salt and powder to taste after stir-frying, and stir-fry for a while.

When it came out of the pot, Su Yujin cut some millet peppers as a garnish.

When the plate of dried fried fish offal came out of the stove, Zheng Mingyuan couldn't wait to take the chopsticks to taste it.

After sandwiching a little bit, Zheng Mingyuan smacked his lips, "The heat of the pot is okay, and the amount of salt is okay, you know how to use ready-made powder, but this chili pepper is a little more, and the spicy taste is a little more than the fragrance, which is a bit noisy......"

"If you want to score this dish, it's only seven points."

Only seven points?

Wormwood's eyes widened.

Her girl's cooking skills are so good, this dry fried chicken offal, just smelling it feels fragrant, and she can't wait to use three steamed buns to match it, but this person only gives seven points?

also wide-eyed, as well as Zeng Dayong.

Well, there were seven points.

He usually cooks, and the score given by the master is not higher than three points......

This Miss Su's cooking skills are really amazing.

These people have their own careful thoughts, but Zheng Mingyuan took a roasted cake and ate dried fried fish offal there, while saying to Su Yujin and the others, "You guys are welcome, sit down, I just made a few dishes, and it just so happens that you all have a taste." ”

"But if it's disrespectful, then I'll be respectful than obey."

Su Yujin smiled, went to get the chopsticks himself, and sat opposite Zheng Mingyuan.

Seeing this, Zeng Dayong also hurriedly went to get the dishes and chopsticks, and beckoned wormwood and Qingkui to sit down and eat together.

With Su Yujin's instructions, Wormwood and Qingkui sat down, and one of them took a bite of a baked cake first, and then took chopsticks to pick up vegetables.

But the chopsticks in his hand turned around on the table, and he didn't know where to put the chopsticks for a while.

These dishes on the table, this big round plate, seem to be roasted pig's trotters?

It looks golden and yellow, but because it is baked, it feels dry, and just looking at it, I feel that my appetite is not very strong.

Next to this is a large piece of tofu, but the tofu is drilled with loaches, although it smells strange, but watching the tofu being drilled into a sieve by the loach, I feel a little uncomfortable.

Next to it, there is a cold dish cut into a crescent moon shape and topped with sauce and minced garlic, and if you look at the texture, it looks like some kind of egg similar to a duck egg or an egg, but the color is so black that you can't eat it.

To the most marginal pickled dish, a small section, thin, white and tender, with bamboo-like lines on the top, and when listening to Zheng Mingyuan eating it, it squeaked, and it seemed to have a very crisp taste.