The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have five flavors.

Before the hot dish was served, Yang Jun was almost finished.

"Hiccup!"

Yang Jun stroked his somewhat swollen belly, with a satisfied expression.

"Two brothers, you eat slowly, I'll go back."

"Don't mind, you haven't had a snack yet."

When the two saw Yang Jun get up, they immediately became anxious and hurriedly pressed him to the seat.

"Brother Junzi, don't be impatient, the snacks will be served immediately."

As Wang Guozheng finished speaking, he turned back and shouted into the courtyard.

"Sister Wang, snack after dinner."

"Don't bother, I'll eat ......."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a group of warblers and swallows coming from outside.

Yang Jun was stunned.

I immediately understood what 'after-dinner snack' meant.

Most of these women are in their twenties, with bewitching appearances, all wearing cheongsams, and the places that should be exposed are exposed, and the places that are not exposed are also bulging by the clothes.

Yang Jun didn't expect that he had eaten here for more than an hour, and he didn't even notice that he was being surrounded.

Looking at their imposing and chested appearances, Yang Jun swallowed his saliva and hurriedly turned his head to the side.

"Brother Junzi, what's going on? Pick one."

Zhong Yuemin moved his chair and sat beside Yang Jun, hugging his shoulders and looking at Yingying Yanyan standing in a row with a smile.

"Pick your sister."

Yang Jun shouted angrily, "Did you bring the medicinal wine?"

Zhong Yuemin was not angry, and patted his bulging trouser pocket with a smile.

"Can I leave it without it for an important occasion?"

Yang Jun took his arm off his shoulder and sat back.

"Don't give me this, I have to go to work tomorrow, go back to sleep."

It's okay to eat, if you do something else, Yang Jun won't agree to kill him.

He has seen a lot of this kind of co-optation method that was common in later generations.

He wasn't sure if they would trap him, and if they got hold of him, he wouldn't have to rely on him in the future.

What's more, as long as he does this, it is estimated that in a few days, all the people in the military compound will know, and the big leader will not be able to kill him at that time?

"There is a room in the east wing, so if you get drunk, you can rest here." Wang Guozheng said with a smile.

Yang Jun crossed his arms and looked at these two goods in a daze.

He made up his mind that no matter how they persuaded him, he would never do anything to be sorry for Yi Qiushui.

"Brother Junzi, pick one."

Zhong Yuemin tugged at his sleeve and said.

"Pick one?"

"Pick one."

The two were overjoyed when they heard this, and said in unison.

"Okay, brother's face can't be left ungiven, right?"

Yang Jun looked at the group of young ladies in front of him with a smile, and then shook his head and said,

"The person I'm going to pick isn't here."

"Not here?"

Impossible, how many people are in their yard, they know very well in their hearts, all the people are here, Yang Jun actually said that people are not here.

Where is the man?

The two of them lowered their heads and pondered, as if they suddenly thought of something, the two of them laughed, tilted their heads, and shouted outside at the same time,

"Sister Wang, come in."

When Yang Jun heard this, he almost fell.

No matter how heavy your taste is, you won't be hungry. ….

Although that Sister Wang wore makeup, he still saw her true age, and the person was estimated to be not far from fifty, and she was obese, not to mention two hundred pounds.

"Alright, you two don't toss."

Yang Jun hurriedly pulled them and said, "The person I want to pick is not her, I'm talking about your cook."

"Can you lend me your cook for a day, I want him to make me a decent table."

of the banquet."

"No problem, I'll let Lao Zhao go to your house tomorrow."

The two seemed disappointed with Yang Jun's choice of cook.

However, seeing that Yang Jun didn't have any intention in this regard, it was not easy to force him to stay.

Subsequently, the two sent him out.

Yang Jun heard a resentful voice behind him, and immediately fled and left.

……

Early the next morning.

Yang Jun asked Ma Juzi to send Yi Qiushui to work, while he stayed at home and waited for Lao Zhao to come to the door.

Lao Zhao was the cook last night.

After Yi Qiushui left, Yang Jun drove Yang Laosi to the opposite courtyard to study.

Then, he immediately took out a large number of ingredients from the space, chicken, fish, meat and eggs, melons, fruits and peaches, plows, all kinds of vegetables and side dishes.

I finally ran into a state banquet chef, and I had to catch a strong man to replace the pig food in the space.

After taking the ingredients, Yang Jun sat alone in the courtyard smoking and drinking tea, and he also took the time to go to the next yard to see Yang Laosi's study, and chatted with Teacher Gao for a few words, and then went back.

As soon as I went out, I found an old man in his seventies standing in front of his house.

He wears a white short-sleeved shirt on top, blue pants on the bottom, and sandals on his feet.

Despite his age, he was not as sloppy as the other old men, his hair was neatly combed, and his beard was trimmed.

Seeing that he was carrying a wooden box in his hand, Yang Jun immediately guessed who he was.

"You're Master Zhao, right?"

Yang Jun greeted him warmly and shook hands with him.

Master Zhao looked at Yang Jun, smiled and stretched out his right hand.

"Don't dare to be, you call me Lao Zhao."

"Okay, Master Zhao, please come in."

Yang Jun pushed the door open and helped him carry the wooden box.

When he came to the courtyard, Yang Jun did not lead him directly to the kitchen, but to the stone table.

Poured a cup of tea that had already been brewed.

"Master Zhao, please."

Master Zhao was also not polite, and picked up the teacup with a smile.

He didn't drink it directly, but put it under his nose and sniffed it.

"Good tea!"

He deserves to be a cook.

If you want to say who has the most sensitive nose in this world, except for the dog, it is the cook.

A good cook must have a good nose and tongue, and if you have a bad sense of smell and taste, you are destined to have no achievements in cooking.

"Master Zhao, I don't know what cuisine you are best at?"

Sitting bored, Yang Jun simply chatted.

"Hehe, I don't have any cuisine that I'm good at, I can cook some dishes from all major cuisines."

Lao Zhao sipped the tea and smiled.

In a few words, Yang Jun could see that this old Zhao was very peaceful, and he had the feeling of sitting in the courtyard and the clouds were rolling.

He knew that this Lao Zhao must have seen through everything in this world, otherwise he would not have reached this realm of not being happy with things and not being sad about himself. ….

Yang Jun instantly swelled up with a sense of respect.

The realm that he has not been able to reach in his two lifetimes has been discovered in Lao Zhao today, how can he not be amazed.

Yang Jun smiled, knowing that Lao Zhao was speaking modestly.

According to my own understanding, that is, I know a little bit of any cuisine, that is, I am good at any cuisine.

A person whose cooking skills have reached his level is no longer limited to the division of cuisine, if you have to say which department he makes the dishes to belong to, it can only tell you that he belongs to Lao Zhao's department.

A chef of his level, moving a kitchen knife and flipping a spoon, is not called a dish, that is called a creative dish.

Some people like to eat spicy, and some people like to eat sweet.

Some people like to be simple and refreshing, and some people like to eat a big pot of stew.

Those foods that are not strictly divided into cuisines, how do you distinguish them

This?

In fact, there is no need to add so many rules and regulations, as long as the dish is delicious, as for what kind of cuisine it belongs to, it doesn't matter anymore.

"Master Zhao, you are a master."

Yang Jun praised him sincerely.

Lao Zhao smiled, he could see that Yang Jun really understood the meaning of what he said just now, and he also knew that what he was saying at the moment was from the bottom of his heart.

"You're not bad, young man."

Yang Jun was stunned, and he didn't know where Lao Zhao started.

However, he soon understood.

It's just that he didn't stay overnight in that courtyard last night, so this old Zhao thinks that he is a person with great determination.

Yang Jun shook his head, blushed and lowered his head without speaking.

He couldn't afford such praise, and if he hadn't thought through the gains and losses last night, maybe he would have sunk.

"I've drunk the tea and my feet are resting, so let's take a look at the ingredients first."

"Okay, Master Zhao, please come here."

Yang Jun got up and led the way.

Master Zhao came to the kitchen, looked at the ingredients all over the ground, he picked it up with his hands, then looked at the seasonings, nodded and said,

"The ingredients are quite complete, I don't know if you have any requirements for cooking?"

"There's no requirement, Master Zhao can just play as he pleases."

Yang Jun didn't dare to talk nonsense, this old Zhao was a master, and he was like he was seeing through his heart in front of him.

What's more, for a chef of his level, all the requirements will limit his ability to cook, and it is better to go with the flow.

"Well, well, I won't let you down."

Lao Zhao smiled, and seemed to appreciate Yang Jun's approach very much.

Subsequently, Lao Zhao began to process the ingredients, and Yang Jun moved a bench to sit there and help him choose dishes.

I learned from the chat.

This Lao Zhao is a retired first-class chef from the State Guesthouse,、。

He began to learn to cook at the age of thirteen, and became a teacher at twenty-five, during which he cooked for many dignitaries, and his experience was also very rich.

Lao Zhao instructed Yang Jun to choose those dishes, and then opened the wooden box he brought, and took out the special kitchen utensils from it.

Those kitchen utensils, in Yang Jun's opinion, are unremarkable, but he knows that those guys in the box have been with him for decades, and they have long become a part of his body. ….

It is not uncommon for a chef of his level to bring his own knives.

Today, he realized.

Where is the gap between Silly Zhu and Lao Zhao.

In Silly Zhu, cooking is cooking, but in Lao Zhao's place, cooking is being a person, and doing is a human heart.

All morning, the two of them had been busy processing the ingredients.

At noon, Lao Zhao casually made two dishes to make do with them, and after eating, he was ready to stir-fry.

After eating the food cooked by Lao Zhao, Yang Jun had more expectations in his mind.

After eating, Lao Zhao began to move the pot.

He did not stir-fry the vegetables directly, but put some ingredients such as old hens, old ducks, pork ribs, ham, and scallops in the pot to stew, in his words, if the dish wants to be delicious, there must be a good pot of hanging soup first.

Then, he started another pot.

Pork, chicken, beef, and lamb are stewed separately.

Kung Fu of stew, he has been working on the ingredients.

It wasn't until 4 p.m. that the ingredients were ready.

Yang Jun hadn't cooked, but when he saw it today, he didn't expect how laborious it was to cook a meal, he had been busy from ten o'clock in the morning until now, and he had just finished the work that needed to be prepared.

He didn't dare to imagine that the meal he had last night took so long, and Lao Zhao must have worked hard all day to get such a banquet.

At this time, he realized that it is not easy to be a cook, and it is even more difficult to be a good cook.

"Master Zhao, is there something I don't know if to talk about?"

Yang Jun leaned against the door, looking embarrassed.

"Do you want me to cook for you later?"

Lao Zhao asked with a smile while simmering the soup.

Yang Jun was stunned, but he didn't expect Lao Zhao to guess what he was going to say.

He knew that this Lao Zhao was a master, but he didn't expect to see through his inner thoughts a long time ago.

"Yes, Master Zhao, I was thinking of asking you to cook for me, I don't know what you think?"

Lao Zhao smiled and said, "I'm sorry, young man, I can't promise you this."

"Why? I can pay you three times your salary."

"It's not a matter of more money and less money."

Lao Zhao saw that he was confused and explained, "I have already promised to cook for that side, so I can't be untrustworthy."

Yang Jun thought for a moment and said, "If I can convince the people over there, would you like to come over and help me?"

Yang Jun thought that the reason why Lao Zhao was reluctant to come over was probably because he didn't want to be a person who didn't believe in his word, if he could convince the kingdom to give up Lao Zhao to himself, then Lao Zhao would not be considered untrustworthy.

"That's not going to work, I would have retired a long time ago, if it weren't for my son......

When Lao Zhao said this, he sighed and said, "If it weren't for your friend who fished out my son, I wouldn't have agreed to cook for him for three years."

"I just want to live a few quiet days."

When Yang Jun heard this, he immediately understood.

If Lao Zhao hadn't been to repay his kindness, he would never have agreed to cook for Wang Guozheng for three years.

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