"What's so hard about this, I won't teach you. A handful of greens, a little minced meat. Add three more purple peppers to taste. The stir-fry time should not be too long, so the flavor will be lost. It should not be too short, otherwise the rice will not be cooked. If the material is not cooked and the salt is uneven. Hum...... The old man's mouth is very tricky. Where are you going to do it? Don't get ready yet. "That old man is a lot of nonsense, even if he teaches.

Huang Yi opened his mouth wide, stunned. That's a long list of ...... In the end, Huang Yi didn't remember a word.

"Do it your way, though, compared to this bowl. Huang Yi thought to himself, and secretly glanced at the bowl of Yangzhou fried rice that he hadn't finished eating.

Huang Yi put in a little oil, put some minced meat after boiling, and stir-fried for a while. After the meat is cooked, tear off a handful of greens. The greens are stir-fried and shrunk in piping hot oil. After salvaging the greens, Huang Yi poured the oil into a little pot. During the period, I was not idle, and began to beat eggs. When the eggs are fully integrated with the moisture in the air, the oil is also boiled. Pour the eggs, spoon lightly and stir twice before pouring the minced meat and greens back into the pan. Add a little more oil, then add salt, add pepper, add rice, add some soy sauce to adjust the color, and stir-fry.

"Remove from the pot. Huang Yi shouted. Lift the pot directly with your left hand. Pour the rice inside onto the plate prepared earlier. Smelling the fragrance, Huang Yi knew. Although I have fried rice many times in the barracks before, it is definitely not as good as this time, and it is fragrant. I am confident and want to come, even if it is not as delicious as that bowl. I'm afraid it won't be too bad.

"Okay?" Lao Ji heard Huang Yi shout 'get out of the pot' and walked over and said, "Let me, the first chef in Yangzhou, try it." ”

"God forbid!" Huang Yi thought to himself. It's just that before I finished thinking about it, I saw Lao Ji spit it out.

"Poof! this ...... Eggshells? And this ...... Is this lard rice? There is more oil than rice. You're an insult to your cooking skills," Lao Ji furious.

"Fried rice! It's not cooking instant noodles, old man, you're too demanding. Besides, I think it's okay, except for ...... I put more oil, more pepper, more soy sauce and it looks a little darker, and everything else is fine. Huang Yi muttered in a low voice.

"What are you talking about?" of course Lao Ji didn't quite know what he was muttering. Otherwise, don't be mad at him.

"It's nothing, or I'll re-fry it. Uncle Ji, don't be angry. "What else can I do?

"Go, go, go! Dirty my pot, it gets worse and worse. You blunt talent, I want to teach you some cooking skills, but it seems that it won't work. Seeing that you are so poor, the old man can't help you anymore. The old man still has something to do, you can go! I don't have time to pay attention to you," Lao Ji shook his head and said regretfully.

"Thank you, Master Ji. Huang Yi bowed his hand and walked out of the kitchen. Lao Ji is indeed teaching himself cooking skills in a subtle way, but this is the teaching method. Can anyone really learn it?

Leaving the kitchen, the sun had set. Huang Yi thought to himself, it's time to go back to the martial arts hall.

When I went out, I saw a person slowly coming in. Huang Yi glanced at it from the corner of his eyes, as if it was weird. After passing by the man, he turned to look at the man's back.

Just looking at this person from the back, he looks slender and elegant, revealing an elegant and chic smell, and the hair of a scribe's bun is black and shiny, which is very attractive. It's just that......

"Didn't you meet the legendary 'Little Fresh Meat'?" Huang Yi shook his head and didn't think much about it anymore, then turned around and walked out. Huang Yi rolled around in the barracks since he was a child, and all he met were iron-blooded men, full of masculinity. In the 21st century, when 'little fresh meat' was rampant, in the barracks, it was often shameful.

Huang Yi remembered that a rugged brother in the barracks once sarcastically said: "The old man looks like that, so many women like it? If you pick up soap in prison, it's the best choice. ”

Since then, 'Little Fresh Meat' has become a satire on men who look good and twist like women. Huang Yi naturally didn't have much affection.

Huang Yi is twenty-two this year, which is not rough, but it has absolutely nothing to do with 'little fresh meat'.

Huang Yi has broad shoulders and thick arms, and is quite stout. With the two pectoral muscles on the chest and the eight-pack abs in front of the abdomen, it is like the legendary tiger's back and bear's waist. You just look at the two arms that stretch out of the sleeveless Aoyun shirt like stubborn stones, and they can't be associated with 'little fresh meat'. Especially the pair of sword eyebrows, like two swords stabbing out to both sides.

Luckily, he doesn't have a beard, otherwise he would have looked really 'rugged'.

The man seemed to feel something, and paused. When he turned around, he only saw Huang Yi's back. A pair of beautiful eyes were slightly puzzled. After that, I no longer stayed in the guest room on the second floor.

The night in Yangzhou City is naturally not comparable to Cuishan Village. Not to mention the bright lights, there are fireworks everywhere. Occasionally passing by some attics, you can hear bursts of singing, dancing and laughter coming from inside.

Huang Yi returned to the martial arts hall at night and declared his identity. But I was told that Master Lao Mi was not in the city, and he could just report to the deacon of the martial arts hall early tomorrow morning. There was no other way, Huang Yi had to go back to the small room that belonged to him first. Get ready for bed, and plan for tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Huang Yi got up before dawn. The first two days of the summer heat have just passed, and the morning breeze brings a little coolness. Huang Yi saw that no one in the martial arts hall got up, and walked to the martial arts arena alone to practice a set of Tai Chi.

Together with Taijiquan, Huang Yi entered the realm of selflessness, and his fist walked at will. Tai Chi has no moves and no style, and naturally there is no trace to be found. Thinking of the 21st century in the previous life, all kinds of Chen's Taijiquan, Li's Taijiquan boxing and so on. Huang Yi just smiled slightly. It's not that those are fake, it's just that everyone's perception is different. Huang Yi felt that he had played the same set of punches countless times, and he could only freeze his moves. Although your proficiency has increased, it is difficult to make breakthroughs.

So every time Huang Yi plays Tai Chi, he will let himself forget the moves and go with his heart. It was because of this that two years ago, he accidentally discovered the tiny air flow in his body. Thinking of the battle with the Bamboo Flower Gang Incense Master that day, the incense master's last big move must be the internal exercise. In this prosperous Sui and Tang dynasties, one's internal strength will definitely be able to find a way to practice, and it will not be buried.