Li Tai picked up the hard-boiled egg on the spout, put it in his mouth and chewed it, then swallowed it.

After asking so many people, they said it was impossible, and Li Tai also beat the drum in his heart.

Could it be that he came up with a question that was impossible to answer?

After thinking about it for a long time, eleven-year-old Li Tai returned to his mansion.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.

But I found myself thinking about this problem.

How do eggs get into jugs on their own?

Climbing up from the bed in pain, Li Tai looked numb......

After a while, Li Tai walked into the courtyard and said, "Find a guy named Zhang Yang for this king." ”

"Whoa!"

A group of subordinates hurried out of the mansion after receiving the words.

Zhang Yang saw a very good cook on the street, who was sitting on the road eating naan cakes.

Eating the bread he had just made, few people used this old noodle to ferment naan in these years.

The naan is hollow and fluffy, and it is delicious.

No one else can eat the secret.

Zhang Yang knew his secret recipe after taking a bite.

The man saw Zhang Yang eating bread and said, "Guest, you haven't paid yet?" ”

Zhang Yang finished eating the cake in his hand and said: "You add old noodles to the cake to ferment, and you can achieve this by letting the dough stand for an hour." ”

The man looked at Zhang Yang strangely, and said in his heart how he knew his secret recipe.

Zhang Yang paid the money and said: "You might as well roll out the dough, then apply a layer of oil on the surface, sprinkle with crushed salt, and then fold it, and after a few cycles, you can make a mille-feuille." ”

"Lasagna? What is it? ”

"A food that tastes good, can you try it?"

The baker who made the cake glanced at Zhang Yang suspiciously.

I picked up a ball of noodles and tried it on the spot.

Brush the dough with oil.

Zhang Yang said again: "Fold it a few more times." ”

The cook glanced at Zhang Yang again and continued as he said.

"You use cold water and noodles, and its practical hot water and noodles are also very good."

Listening to Zhang Yang's words, the cook glared unhappily, as if he didn't like to be pointed at.

There are many ways to make mille-feuille, and now it's the easiest one.

The cook folded the dough and said, "What about after that?" ”

Zhang Yang sat on the stone next to him and said, "Put half a pillar of incense for the time, and then roll it into a cake and put it in the stove." ”

The cook looked at Zhang Yang curiously, "Since you can do it yourself, you can do it yourself." ”

Zhang Yang said in a low voice: "How much money can you earn a day by doing this." ”

The cook calculated and said, "Sixty dollars a day." ”

As he spoke, the cook had already put the bread in the stove.

Seeing that Zhang Yang stopped talking, the cook was waiting for the cake to be cooked, it was already the time to close the stall, and there were no guests at this time.

After a while, the cake is baked.

Zhang Yang said: "Cut it open and see." ”

The cook cut the baked bread open, and what caught his eye was a paper-thin dough, separated from the dough, "very interesting." ”

"Taste it?"

The chef cut a small piece of cake and ate it, the mille-feuille had a faint salty taste, and it was fluffy in the mouth, and some of the charred places seemed to taste better.

After eating the bread in his mouth, the cook nodded and said, "It's delicious, it can be sold!" How much is your secret recipe, and I won't take your secret recipe in vain. ”

Zhang Yang looked at him and smiled: "Do you want to make better cakes?" ”

The cook looked at the young man in front of him and asked curiously, "Do you have a better way?" ”

Zhang Yang said with emotion: "In fact, there is something called bread, which can even be filled with fillings, as well as cakes, cream, and even ice cream and tiramisu. ”

Some things are really difficult to make, like tiramisu, but let's talk about the flatbread first.

And the skills of this chef in front of me are really good.

The method of fermenting old noodles is avant-garde in this era.

The cook swept away his previous impatient expression, and said with a smile: "Dare to ask what to call in person?" ”

Zhang Yang said: "You don't care what my name is, do you want to make better cakes and make more money?" ”

The cook nodded vigorously, "Of course." ”

Zhang Yang said, "What's your name?" ”

The cook wiped his hands with his sleeve and said, "A certain family is surnamed Ding, and they all call me Ding Yu." ”

Zhang Yang counted the days and said: "There is a piece of land outside Lantian County in Chang'an City that is starting to build a house, and after the house is built, you will go there to work and make cakes, and I will teach you more secret recipes." ”

"Okay, okay."

Ding couldn't help nodding, and handed the mille-feuille cake in his hand to Zhang Yang, "This cake will be given to the nobleman, you will teach me more secret recipes in the future, you are my nobleman, as long as there is a secret recipe, I don't need to be paid." ”

"What a secret ingredient!"

A guy pops out of nowhere and interrupts the conversation between the two.

In fact, Li Tai listened to it for a while.

Zhang Yang looked at the visitor and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Li Tai unceremoniously picked up the mille-feuille cake and ate it, "I've been looking for you for so long and finally found you, the cake is good, delicious!" ”

Got into trouble?

Isn't that the Tibetan man has a backstage?

Or is it that he is too ostentatious in Qujiangchi.

Li Tai swallowed the cake and took out a hard-boiled egg and a pot, first put the pot on the ground, and then peeled the hard-boiled egg and put it on the spout.

Zhang Yang stood against the wall with his hands in his sleeves.

Ding Yu also followed Zhang Yang's appearance and stood against the wall, with some inexplicable eyes.

Li Tai looked at Zhang Yang with bloodshot eyes, "How did you let this egg fall into the pot?" ”

Zhang Yang touched his chin, and said in his heart that it was really Qujiangchi's trouble.

There are some things that still can't be attached to the little daughter-in-law.

If you are too ostentatious, you are afraid that you will cause trouble.

Sure enough, it's better to keep a low profile.

Zhang Yang said to Ding Yu: "I can't ask for your craftsmanship in vain and not give you wages, how about our future wages according to the share, I will be seven and you will be three?" ”

Ding Yu nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes." ”

"Do you know anyone else who is a good cook?"

"I also know a guy who is very good at barbecue, he used to work in the palace, he offended people, and he was kicked out."

"Really?"

As the two spoke, they naturally ignored Li Tai, who had a disgruntled face.

Li Tai shook his hand in front of the two of them and said, "Can't you two see me?" Can't you hear me? ”

After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Yang said: "It's still here tomorrow, you can come out and meet me." ”

Ding couldn't stop nodding, "I'll arrange it." ”

Zhang Yang patted Ding Yu's shoulder and said, "Big business!" ”

Ding Yu patted his chest and said, "A certain family is doing business, and the nobles can rest assured." ”

After the two finished speaking, they went their separate ways.

Seeing that people were about to leave, Li Tai immediately grabbed Zhang Yang, "You are not allowed to leave." ”

Looking at the little fat man in front of him, Zhang Yang sneered: "If I want to leave, you can't stop me." ”

Throwing his little fat hand, Zhang Yang was about to leave.

But seeing him rush forward and hug Zhang Yang's thigh, Li Tai snorted and said with tears: "Please!" The king has not slept well for a day and a night. ”