Compared with Mo Hu's crampedness, Mo Dazhuang still maintained his true nature, and stepped forward and said: "Our big banquet guests, don't you need to be in charge, I thought about going out to find someone who still spends money and takes favors, so I found my father." ”

Then there was a look on his face: "My father's best thing is cooking, and it is definitely a must in our village." "It's directly asking for credit.

"Oh, Uncle Mo is still a chef?" Lu Li was a little dumbfounded, and he really couldn't imagine how a small landlord could practice the craft of making a big spoon.

"Don't dare to say that, don't dare to say that, small local craftsmanship, small local craftsmanship, unsatisfactory, unsatisfactory. Mo Hu was even more cramped, but the smug look in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

"What's so unsatisfactory, the owner of the village, I tell you, my father's craftsmanship is amazing, I have grown so big, I have never eaten the same dishes at home, my father is not good in other aspects, but stir-frying, absolutely this!" Mo Dazhuang stopped doing it, spit flying, and finally picked his thumb directly.

"Haha, Da Zhuang didn't brag this time, his father's craftsmanship is absolutely a must. Qiao Shan's laughter came, "In the past few days, the food in our Lujiazhuang has been prepared by Mo Hu, and his mouth is almost empty." ”

"Okay, Uncle Mo has worked hard, don't rush back later, stay for two more days. Lu Li didn't expect that even Qiao Shan was full of praise, obviously the craftsmanship is really a must.

"Thank you, Lu Overseer, I am also thinking about staying for two more days this time, and teaching me a great strength in this craft. Mo Hu's face was full of joy.

I didn't think about Mo Dazhuang's neck, and said: "I don't learn to stir-fry, why do you learn that thing." ”

"You know a fart, you don't have a lot of skills, do you think your father can learn this craft if he wants to?" Mo Hu reprimanded.

"I don't learn!" Mo Dazhuang pursed his lips, obviously very disdainful.

"It's good to learn, and it's time to improve our food in Lujiazhuang in the future. Lu Li said, this Mo Dazhuang cultivation is always a hanger, and he "harms" the two of Ren Fusheng all day long, and he really has to find something to do.

"It's good to find something to do, save the whole day and don't do business. Qiao Shan also laughed beside him.

Now Mo Dazhuang is silent. A bitter face. If there is anyone in this Lujiazhuang who makes him sincerely pleased, one is Qiao Shan, and the other is the owner. Now that both of them have spoken, they have to learn if they don't learn.

Lu Li stayed with Qiao Shan for a while. And he departed. Mo Dazhuang was also like a defeated rooster all of a sudden, depressed, and in no mood to shout five or six there.

On the contrary, it was his father Mo Hu who suddenly came to the spirit and took over his son's work. Standing on the wooden pier and continuing to "scold Fang Xuan".

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, since the time in Yabei Village three years ago, Mo Hu saw Lu Li for the second time. He has always been frightened in his heart, after all, he left a bad impression three years ago, for fear that he would not be invited to see him this time.

But I didn't expect Lu Li's attitude to be so kind, and he called himself uncle, Mo Hu's heart suddenly calmed down, and he said in his heart: "It's worthy of being a person who has done great things, this heart, I didn't say it." ”

There was one more thing that pleased him. There was a matter of letting Mo Dazhuang learn the craft of cooking, and with the intervention of Lu Li and the others, his son finally agreed, and he could finally pass on this proud craft.

Looking at the empty time, seeing his son's dejected appearance, Mo Hu was angry in his heart, and bowed his head and reprimanded: "What's the matter?

"I'm telling you, there are more people who want to learn Dad's craft, but Dad's didn't agree, so he wanted to pass it on to you. ”

Seeing that his son did not believe. Mo Hu simply jumped off the wooden pier, pulled Mo Dazhuang to a quiet corner, and pointed in the direction of Huining City: "Does Huining City Baiyanlou know?"

"Who doesn't know Baiyan Building, the most famous restaurant in Huining Mansion. The meal is a must. "Mo Dazhuang doesn't have a good temperament.

"Then you know what their signature dish is?" Mo Hu continued.

"Pig's trotters in glazed sauce, everyone knows it!" Mo Dazhuang couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Mo Hu leaned over and whispered, "Do you know who taught them this dish?"

Mo Dazhuang looked up blankly, looked at his father, thought of something, and exclaimed, "Don't tell me it's you......"

"Shhhh Mo Hu immediately covered his son's mouth. Looked around.

This time, Mo Dazhuang was dumbfounded, and said in surprise: "That signature dish was really given to them by you?"

Mo Hu was a little proud, and nodded: "If it weren't for the dish I gave them, their Baiyan Building would be where it is today? ”

"Really?"

"Really. ”

"You're not lying?"

"Not lying!"

"How much did the recipe sell?"

"Didn't ask for money. ”

Mo Dazhuang almost jumped up and shouted: "Dad, are you stupid? Why do you want to teach them the secret recipe, if you open a restaurant by yourself, will there be no such Baiyan Building?" ”

Mo Hu shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Do you think your father is willing, if you didn't give it to them at the beginning, you don't know how to stay in that mother's belly now." ”

"What's the matter? They are still clever and robberous? Dare to provoke our Lujiazhuang ......" Mo Dazhuang was filled with indignation, but then his voice became smaller and smaller, because he suddenly remembered that the current owner behind this Baiyan Building was the Ji family.

"Dad, what's going on?" Mo Dazhuang became curious, and couldn't understand how his father could have a relationship with the Ji family.

"Alas, that's the case...... Mo Hu began to speak slowly

It turned out that this was more than 20 years ago, and Mo Dazhuang didn't know where he was at that time, because Mo Hu was only a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, and his hair hadn't grown.

According to Mo Hu's words, when he was young, he had a solid family background, was active, couldn't bear loneliness, and liked adventure. Hearing this, Mo Dazhuang pursed his lips secretly, to put it bluntly, it was three words "out of tune", so he had to say it so tactfully.

"One day, I took some plates from my home and followed a caravan to Huining City......"

"Dad, that plate was stolen, right?" Mo Dazhuang couldn't help but say loudly.

Mo Hu glared at his son and continued: "But when I entered the city, I found that the plate was entangled and stolen by a thief. ”

"Your father and I are hungry, it is the time to grow the body, where can I stand it, and finally my heart is crossed, and I eat the overlord meal! Then I entered a small restaurant called 'Diners', which was full of people, and the business was very good. ”

"Do you know how much pork knuckle your father and I ate that day?" Mo Hu suddenly asked.

"How many?

Mo Hu shook his head.

"Three plates, four plates?" Mo Dazhuang had to marvel at his father's amount of food.

"No, one bite! To be exact, I just smacked the taste in my mouth and then spit it out. ”

"Why?" asked Mo Dazhuang.

"It's unpalatable, it's too ****** unpalatable, it's even worse than our dog food! Lao Tzu was on fire at that time, and any broken restaurant, this kind of dish is eaten by people. ”

Mo Dazhuang reminded in a low voice: "Dad, keep a low profile...... Low-key, you're going to eat the overlord meal, and it's good to eat some. ”

Mo Hu's face boasted: "Yes, I didn't remember it until later, but it was too late......" (To be continued.) )