"Stinky tofu..."

"Stinky tofu..."

……

A familiar roadside food stall appeared out of thin air.

The dark appearance and strong smell emitted a strong peculiar smell, and soon, the rental house of dozens of square meters was smoked into a miasma.

Just when Qi Hao covered his nose and got up to run out, the tenth dish that appeared made him stop.

In the disc, the rice grains, surrounded by gold wires, embellishment of emerald green, elegant style, the point is that the fragrant fragrance instantly covered the smell of stinky tofu in the room.

Meantime...

On the illustrated book in his consciousness, a map was lit up, except for the size, all the other details were exactly the same as the dish in front of him.

【Light up the three-star dish: gold silk wrapped in silver】

The name sounds lofty, but it's actually a plate of Yangzhou fried rice.

As a culinary professional, Qi Hao is also a native of Jiangnan, and he is very familiar with this classic Huaiyang dish.

The rigorous selection of ingredients and the fine production all flaunt the status of this dish in the fried rice industry.

In my memory, there is a restaurant in Guanfu Lane's hometown, a septuagenarian chef surnamed Wen, who relied on his authentic Yangzhou fried rice skills to bring this century-old restaurant on the verge of closure back to life.

At that time, the average monthly salary in my hometown was only more than 1,000 yuan, but a fried rice in the store could be sold for 88 yuan, and there were still a lot of customers, which showed Mr. Wen's superb craftsmanship.

Later, there was a well-known tyrant in the business circles of Hong Kong, who did not hesitate to spend nearly 20,000 Hong Kong dollars to eat this plate of fried rice.

In 2005, Mr. Wen Baolin passed away due to illness, and the legend of a restaurant was also lonely.

Although the owner also spent a lot of money to recruit several state-level chefs, it did not save the business of the store.

The same plate of Yangzhou fried rice, even if these chefs completely follow the recipes left by Mr. Wen, they can't cook the once popular and even obsessive taste.

It's just that at this moment, in the depths of memory, the extinct smell of home is exuded through the plate of "gold silk wrapped in silver" in front of me.

The so-called golden wire is an egg in the shape of meat floss;

Silver, on the other hand, is cooked rice;

It is mixed with more than 10 kinds of ingredients such as abalone, sea cucumber, and dried scallops.

The color, fragrance, taste, and shape all reveal the shadow of Wen Lao, especially the egg shreds as thin as hairline, because in Qi Hao's impression, among the Yangzhou fried rice he has eaten, only Wen Lao will make the eggs loose.

Wiping away the unconsciously drooping corners of his mouth, Qi Hao got up and brought a spoon from the kitchen, and without saying a word, he took out a spoonful of rice from the plate and put it in his mouth.

The concentrated aroma bursts in the mouth instantly.

At the same time, the electronic tone of the system sounded again:

【Gold Silk Wrapped Silver Teaching Course Opened...】

Does the host choose to enter the teaching world now?] 】

"Teaching?"

Qi Hao's attention was all focused on the system panel, and he didn't have time to care about the rice in his mouth.

Out of curiosity, he chose "yes".

As the button was pressed, a strong white light lit up in front of Qi Hao's eyes in a trance, which stimulated him so much that he couldn't help but close his eyes.

When he opened it again, Qi Hao found that he was standing at the mouth of an old alley, and it was also an alley he was very familiar with.

The slender narrow alley is flanked on either side by tall green brick gables covered with thick moss.

Behind him is the street of Guanfu, which he remembers very well, and "There is a restaurant" is located in the most prosperous central area.

"How did I get here?"

Qi Hao was speechless at the familiar set in front of him.

Because as early as 2010, Guanfu Lane underwent large-scale demolition and renovation, and more than ten years later, it has become a modern scene of high-rise buildings and prosperity.

"Is it possible, have a meal and cross over?"

"Ouch!"

When he asked himself, Qi Hao felt that someone had slapped his head.

After subconsciously calling out, he covered his head and squinted: "! Who the hell hits... it! Wen... Grandpa..."

I saw an old man standing beside him, with gray hair, a wrinkled face, and a slumped back with an angry face.

Qi Hao swallowed his saliva in surprise and blinked dryly.

Isn't he the head chef of a restaurant who has been dead for many years?

"What do you call me?"

"Master... Master..."

When he was a child, Qi Hao always called Wen Baolin like this, and every time he called him, he could always put a chilling smile on his normal face.

However, at this moment, he had a cold face.

At this time, the voice of the system sounded again:

[Teaching Objective: As Wen Baolin's apprentice, you need to learn to make the dish 'Gold Silk Wrapped in Silver' as soon as possible. 】

[Assessment: The independently produced 'gold wire wrapped in silver' has been recognized by Wen Baolin.] 】

[Statement: There is no limit to the assessment period, as long as you pass, you can get three chances to draw the illustrated book and leave the system world; If you don't pass, you need to study in the system world until you pass the exam. 】

"Uh..."

Seeing the prompt of the system, Qi Hao knew his identity when he crossed in, and he was an apprentice who followed Wen Baolin.

In other words, I have to call him a master.

"It's unteachable!"

Wen Baolin scolded angrily, a pair of eyes circled by eye bags, and his expression was very sharp.

Such an unsmiling appearance is really no different from the image in Qi Hao's memory.

But in the next second, another slap fell heavily on his heavenly spirit cover: "What are you daydreaming doing in broad daylight?" Green beans fall to the ground, don't you know how to pick them up? What to do? ”

"Oooh!"

Qi Hao nodded, obediently bent down, and picked up the green pods scattered on the ground into the bag one by one.

Carrying a few large bags of ingredients bought from the market, Qi Hao followed behind Wen Baolin and returned to a restaurant.

It's already past eleven o'clock in the morning, and as usual, the restaurant should be full of people, and everyone is busy up and down, but today, the dining hall is surprisingly quiet.

At this moment, the proprietor is sitting in front of the cash register, staring in the direction of the door.

Seeing Wen Baolin coming in, he hurriedly got up and leaned over with a courteous face: "Mr. He, he has arrived, and he is in the box on the second floor, do you want to go and say hello?" ”

"I'm an old bone, I can't afford to climb the stairs, you go and apologize to him for me, rice, I'll cook it now, let him wait for a while!"

Wen Baolin stroked his waist with one hand, pretending to be weak, and just slapped Qi Hao's mental strength on the road, but it was completely wiped out.

Hearing Wen Baolin say this, the proprietor nodded slightly, turned around and went upstairs.

"Mr. Ho?"

For these three words, Qi Hao also had an impression.

After pondering for a while, he quickly thought that the gold owner who spent nearly 20,000 Hong Kong dollars just to eat fried rice in his memory was surnamed He, and his single name was a single name.

This incident alone was in the newspaper once that year.

It's no wonder that this owner, who has always been picky and searching, why would he not do business at noon?

It turned out that the closure of the store was all for his service.

Follow Wen Baolin into the back kitchen.

Because they were not busy, several apprentices in the kitchen room were all idle, and they were sitting together, and Jiao'er Lang was holding a "tea party" locally.

After seeing Wen Baolin come in, several people hurriedly got up, called out to the master in embarrassment, and lowered their heads in shame, looking aggrieved, waiting to be trained.

However, Old Man Wen just glared at them dryly.

After putting a few packets of ingredients on the preparation table, he said coldly: "Let's work!" ”