"Cousin, the people we sent came back and brought news about the young man..."

A middle-aged fat man with an honest face walked up to old man Cao Lang who was enjoying Kung Fu tea in the living room and lowered his voice.

"Didn't he find out?"

Old Man Cao glanced at the fat man: "Although I have only met this little guy once, I can tell that he is a very independent person. If he knew that I sent someone to follow him, he would probably lose all his feelings. , it will be difficult to accept him as a disciple when the time comes..."

"Don't worry, cousin, he didn't notice."

The middle-aged fat man glanced at Old Man Cao and said a little unfairly: "Cousin, is this kid a little crazy for rejecting your kindness? I think it's better to forget it. You want to pass on the mantle, don't you still have me as your nephew? You know, what I love most in my life is cooking. When I started my business, I chose the catering industry without hesitation. You see..."

"Stop it, Xiaozhao, what are you thinking about? As an old uncle, I don't know?"

Old Man Cao glanced at him, shook his head and said: "You like cooking, I know that. But with your talent, you will only be a first-level chef with intermediate skills in this life. It is absolutely impossible to become a high-skilled chef. Zhang Zhao, it’s not that my cousin refuses to teach you, it’s that my ancestor refuses to reward you for your cleverness..."

"Cousin..."

"Needless to say, your cousin and I are also the leading figures in charge of Jingbang cuisine. If you really want to recruit disciples or kowtow, you can go from Cheng'anmen to Baliqiao. Is it possible that there are so many talents in the food industry in Beijing? , still not as good as you?"

Old man Cao spared no effort in attacking his cousin: "This little guy named Zhou Yi is a born good cook. I have recognized him, and no one can persuade him! You'd better tell me quickly, this snack After the goods left our place, where did they go, to the movie theater?"

"He didn't go to the cinema. He was just lying to you..."

Zhang Zhao said: "He went to the snack street of the flea market."

"Why, this kid went to the snack street?"

Old Man Cao's eyes lit up and he slapped his thigh heavily: "Let's just say, how could I see it wrong? This little guy just left the restaurant and went to the snack street. As expected, he is a foodie among foodies, and it's me. A man of the Tao!"

Zhang Zhao rolled his eyes when he heard this and said to himself, "I've seen a lot of foodies. You don't have to be so excited when I go to a snack street, right?"

"Tell me, what did my little friend buy to eat? It seems that the snack street in Chudu is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. A person who is so good at eating is actually interested in the snacks there? My old man will go there another day. Check it out."

"Well - he just bought a portion of stir-fried jelly, then said a few words to the girl running the stall, and then stir-fried the jelly for others. It is said that the jelly he stir-fried was so delicious that the diners in line almost laughed. Get up..."

"Fried jelly...what are you talking about? Zhou Yi helped the female stall owner stir-fry jelly? Did our people buy a portion and bring it back?" Old Man Cao was stunned and asked anxiously.

"Haha, don't worry, cousin, I knew you had to ask this, didn't you buy a copy?"

Zhang Zhao looks honest and honest, but in fact he is also a bad boy. He has begged Old Man Cao countless times over the years, but Old Man Cao just refuses to truly teach him his skills. This time when he came home, he was in a particularly good mood, and he just I just taught you a dish of fermented rice wine and meat.

So he just hid the lunch box filled with fried noodles behind his back and didn't take it out immediately, deliberately making the old uncle anxious, which was also a disguised form of sulking.

"Okay, little Zhaozi, bring it quickly!"

Old Man Cao glared, walked over, grabbed the lunch box, and opened it eagerly: "I want to see, this kid... Huh? Burnt on three sides, the highest level of stir-fried noodles!"

"It's really...this fan is so pretty!"

Zhang Zhao didn't open the box of jelly after getting it. Seeing that his old uncle looked like he had seen a ghost, he came over out of curiosity. When he saw pieces of jelly that looked like gold wrapped in emerald green, he couldn't help but

He licked his lower lips and said in disbelief: "Cousin, can jelly still be fried like this? This... this is simply a work of art... No! Every piece of jelly is like this.

It’s like it’s alive.”

Even though Zhang Zhao is quite fat now, he is also a businessman in people's eyes. When he was in college, he was a "wet person" and he seriously published poems in the school magazine.

This box of wonderful and poetic fried noodles made him seem to have traveled through time and space, returning to his college days, and thinking of 'the fried noodles we had together in those years'...

Old Man Cao ignored him at all. This was not because the old man was trying to be cool, but because all his energy was attracted by this box of fried jelly.

His ancestral home is in Yingtian, near Bianjing. He also grew up eating fried jelly, but he is definitely an expert.

But at this moment, his hands began to tremble slightly, and his old eyes, which were originally half-closed, suddenly widened, as if he saw Captain Jack Sparrow who had found a treasure in the deep sea.

"Gold inlaid with jade, it is indeed gold inlaid with jade... How many years have you seen such craftsmanship? Unexpected..."

Old Man Cao gently picked up a piece of fried rice noodles. His movements were as gentle as an adolescent young lady caressing the face of her first love. He stared at it affectionately for a long time before slowly putting it into his mouth.

"oh......"

When the jelly enters the mouth, the tip of the tongue touches the crispy jelly pieces, and a delicious sauce wrapped in the burnt shell suddenly splashes out. The sudden and delicious smell makes old man Cao almost pop his eyes out.

Out of sight!

"Oh my god, it's the best of gold and jade! With top-notch frying skills and control of the heat, the hot sauce is completely wrapped in the coke shell. Even now, it still maintains a delicious temperature.

....Perfect, so perfect!”

Old Man Cao didn't care that there were still juniors present, and even uttered a curse word excitedly: "It's a pity, it's a pity, the frying work and the heat control have reached their peak! It's just that the sauce is a little bit worse, otherwise it would be more perfect, it's called

The best fried rice noodles in the world are never too much. Xiao Zhao, did Zhou Yi mix this sauce himself... Zhang Zhao! Can you eat it later?"

Just when he was sighing with emotion, Zhang Zhao had already finished half of the box of fried noodles. He was glaring with his eyes and wanted to reach out to grab it. Fortunately, Old Man Cao reacted quickly and quickly collected the fried noodles.

Arrived behind.

"Uh, let me have another piece, cousin, please have another piece...ah, what did you just say, sauce?"

Seeing the angry look on the old man's face, Zhang Zhao reluctantly woke up from the temptation of jelly, smacked his lips and said: "I heard from our people that the business of the female stall owner was not good, and she couldn't even sell the jelly.

It was sold out with Zhou Yi's help, so the sauce should belong to the female stall owner."

"now it's right......"

Old Man Cao nodded: "Let me tell you, how could a master who is a god of cooking make such a low-level mistake on the sauce?"

"God of Cooking? Cousin, you mean..."

Zhang Zhao widened his eyes and said, "Could it be that kid?"

"Isn't it him..."

Old Man Cao smiled bitterly, sat back on the sofa with the remaining half box of fried noodles, and sighed: "It's ridiculous that I want to accept someone as my apprentice, but I didn't expect to meet the real god of cooking... .It’s ridiculous, it’s ridiculous, I’ve lost all my face this time.”

"No way, uncle, if this guy can stir-fry jelly well, he may not be able to cook well? There are eight major cuisines in China, and there are tens of thousands of famous dishes. Who dares to say that they can cook them thoroughly? You Aren’t you praising him too much?”

"Haha, of course he can't cook all the dishes in the world, but as far as the frying skills and fire control skills shown in this stir-fried jelly, my old man is definitely not as good as him. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a chef! "

Old Man Cao glanced at Zhang Zhao and suddenly said seriously: "Zhang Zhao, remember, strange people must have quirks. I think Zhou Yi doesn't like to show off, and he is just a strange person who hides himself from the world. So for today's matter, you Just let it rot in my stomach, and don’t tell anyone that I once rated him the ‘God of Cooking’, remember?”

"But you can look for opportunities to make friends with him and get closer to him. Maybe at a critical moment, he will be the one who can help you tide over the difficulties..."

Old Man Cao smiled bitterly: "There is also the fact that I want to accept him as my disciple, and I have to keep it a secret. Sooner or later, this boy will rise to great heights. If someone who is diligent knows about it, I, Cao Lang, once asked me to do something that I didn't know how to do. If I accept him as my disciple, will there be room for my old face?"

"Yes, uncle. Don't worry, I will keep this matter in my heart and I won't say anything about it even to death."

Zhang Zhao's eyes have begun to shine. Of course, the less people know about Zhou Yi's affairs, the better. He is not a fool...,

ps: Thanks to brother ‘Gua Gua’ for the reward, Lao Gu, thank you very much :)

Well, we are already at the 18th place on the list of newbies in the category. Can we go one step further before the first recommendation? Hehe, the book should be written slowly, and the taste will come out slowly, just like cooking fresh delicacies, but the light and darkness can guarantee , this book will definitely give you a unique feeling.

So, please collect, recommend, and support me, foodies:)
Chapter completed!