The wild boar meat was not as dry as imagined, but it was unexpectedly soft and rotten. The sour taste of the mixed sauerkraut also had a unique oily aroma. Zhang Mingtu couldn't help but move his index finger.

After he had time to take two big bowls, he looked up at him with a smile.

"You're exhausted, eat more."

Looking at the big bowl of rice and a pile of pickled vegetables in front of Wang Yulan, she didn't see much meat. Zhang Mingtu felt sad and blushed a little.

He used a spoon to scoop several large pieces of stewed wild boar meat for Wang Yulan and put it into her bowl amid Wang Yulan's anger.

"Oh, you eat more, I don't like meat..."

Zhang Mingtu didn't listen at all. If he were still eight years old, he might believe this.

While eating meat in big mouthfuls, he exclaimed: "Mom, why is your wild boar so stewed so hard, and it's so fragrant."

When Wang Yulan saw the meat in the bowl, she looked at Zhang Mingtu who was obviously very tough and refused to let her pick up the meat back.

He was stunned for a moment, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"The child is growing up!"

After hesitating for a moment, she picked up a piece of stewed wild boar meat and put it in her mouth. The meat was very fragrant and had a hint of sweetness that poured into her heart.

"Hey, this is all learned from your grandfather's skills. My skills are far inferior. Your grandfather was Ming Yuxuan's chef back then, and I didn't even learn from him one or two..."

"Grandpa..."

Zhang Mingtu paused for a moment, and only his mother fled to Jianyi.

As for his grandfather, he was short of food and clothing on the way to escape.

My mother Wang Yulan said that she had a serious illness before she arrived in Jianyi and couldn't get through it.

My father Zhang Jishi didn't mention this matter much, but Zhang Mingtu knew it.

Grandpa's craftsmanship is first-class, but a good wife cannot cook without rice. On the way to escape, even the bark and Guanyin soil were eaten by people.

It is rare to get some food, so my grandfather gave it to his mother Wang Yulan.

I was pretty good at first, but I was hungry all the way, and I was hit by a heavy rain, and the high fever did not subside, so I couldn't get sick.

When talking about grandfather, the words of his mother Wang Yulan were inevitably filled with a hint of sadness. However, seeing that Zhang Mingtu was eating deliciously, she turned the topic to cooking without a trace.

"It's still a hassle to make wild boar meat well. Pickled cabbage can make wild boar meat more delicious, but it's too dry and has no fat after all..."

"If you want to taste delicious, stew it in the pot for two hours first, until it is soft and tofu. When stir-frying sauerkraut, add some refined lard, so that the fat is richer and more delicious and appetizing..."

"To make it easier to stew the wild boar meat, it is best to add some hawthorn..."

It was originally a change of topic, but when it comes to cooking, Wang Yulan couldn't help but say a few more words.

Usually, if he mentioned a few more words, Zhang Mingtu would interrupt impatiently. He would rather listen to the grievances of the world, and would rather not waste time in these short-lived things.

Zhang Mingtu did not interrupt today, and Wang Yulan was also surprised.

"I think he suffered a lot from practicing martial arts and changed his mind a little, but he still can't stand it for the time being. If you say a few more times, he will be able to follow our advice in the future."

Wang Yulan could not have thought that Zhang Mingtu had already obtained a lot from the ancient book in his mind.

The existence of the suspected life and death book pointed out many directions to him, but Zhang Mingtu still had doubts in his heart.

Zhang Mingtu was thinking while eating wild boar meat in big mouthfuls.

"The truth of the matter is not confirmed yet, and we have to verify it through this matter."

"You are Kili in the clan. Uncle Kimin likes hunting. If you like to eat wild game, I will ask them to keep some next time..."

"The wild game lacks oil. If you want to deal with it, you must have meat oil. You have to pick some special large ingredients from the mountains..."

Speaking of cooking skills, Wang Yulan is talking about being very knowledgeable, and she is ready to use the policy of politeness.

"If Mingtu is in his daily life, he can always learn some cooking skills under his influence. If he practices martial arts afterwards, he will not be able to practice martial arts afterwards, and it will be a way out."

The words of his mother Wang Yulan fell into Zhang Mingtu's ears, and his heart couldn't help but move. He thought of the words in the ancient book in his mind that were suspected to be written by his brushwork.

"The restaurant has been opened, unexpectedly smooth..."

"I never opened a restaurant in my previous life and I don't know all about the restaurant. The restaurant can carry out so smoothly, which has a lot to do with my mother's cooking skills.

"My parents have always thought about opening a restaurant. Unlike me, I just wanted to practice martial arts and walk on wards when I was just angry."

Next, Zhang Mingtu randomly asked his mother about several ways to cook dishes, which were dishes that he had eaten in his memory in this life and felt were good.

Wang Yulan explained Zhang Mingtu one by one with surprise, and the ingredients, cooking temperature and timing were completely unreserved.

If ordinary people want to learn the skills of these restaurant chefs, they must first become apprentices for three years, chop firewood, cook fire, cut vegetables, wash vegetables, and do all kinds of miscellaneous matters.

And if you don’t have any wages, you have to prepare your own food and give your master filial piety in your daily life.

If there is any disagreement, the master will either beat or scold him.

In this way, if you want to get the master’s inheritance, it depends on the master’s mood. If you have a little lack of talent and understanding, you cannot teach it.

Moreover, the master often keeps a few tricks in his inheritance, unless he is a biological child, such skills will not be easily passed down in this era.

Of course, after the real introduction, the disciples were treated quite generously.

Those with daughters may marry their daughters, while those with restaurants may even pass on the restaurants to their disciples, completely treating their sons as raising them.

Of course, when the disciple or disciple is old, he must also take care of his old age and die. Even if the master dies, he must wear mourning clothes.

Zhang Mingtu is not a time travel, but a mystery in the fertility. He also understands the inheritance of this era, and is even more shocked.

I believe in the records of ancient books in my mind again, at least his mother's craftsmanship can be considered outstanding in this era.

Just by this skill, you can be regarded as a technical job. If you have a skill, you will never starve to death in any era.

But when Zhang Mingtu thought of the coach's comment with ordinary martial arts talent, he felt a little depressed.

"Why is my talent not more important than martial arts?"

In a world where heroes violated the forbidden power with martial arts, they did not point their talent to their strength.

It is indeed good to have the ability to make money.

But Zhang Mingtu clearly remembers the widely circulated proverb last time.

"Neighbors store grain and guns, and neighbors are my granary!"

"No, I have to find a way to verify it. I have to practice this martial arts anyway."

Thinking of the final outcome of his book, he was tortured and cut off after being severely tortured, Zhang Mingtu was a little depressed.

When Wang Yulan was halfway through her speech, she saw that Zhang Mingtu was not in high spirits and stopped talking.

She also knew the truth that too much is not enough, for fear that she would arouse Zhang Mingtu's rebellious mentality again.

Then the child becomes stubborn and insists on practicing martial arts, and she will feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Mingtu didn't know that his mother had thought so much, had enough food and drink. After thinking about it, he turned around and walked towards the martial arts field.

If I remember correctly, the one-armed old man who was killed in the thief's nest in the end was the most popular.

When I was practicing martial arts, I bask in the sun every day in the martial arts field. Later, I bask in the sun at the restaurant every day at the entrance of the restaurant.
Chapter completed!