Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 362 Good Medicine
Xie Bin chewed carefully one bite at a time, his eyes blurred, sometimes burning hot, and sometimes sinking, he didn't hear Xie Shang's words at all.

Xie Shang: "...Forget it."

The only problem with this staple dish is that the crab paste lacks his favorite crispy texture.

"Well."

Although it was a little short, Xie Shang couldn't help but think of the past, the mood he had when he first made a dish that made his father nod.

He thought he had forgotten it a long time ago. After all, he has already achieved great success. As a chef, the rest of his life will not be better than his current self. Although he still cooks, cooks, and researches new dishes , Still teaching the children and nephews at home, but in fact, there is no other pursuit.

If he doesn't want to be an imperial chef, he is at his peak now.

The royal chef has nothing to do.

Even though the cooking skills of the royal chefs in the palace are first-class, once they enter the palace, the dishes they cook will be mediocre.

First of all, the official family is frugal, and moreover, after becoming an imperial chef, they will serve those noble figures in the palace. Naturally, they dare not add more tricks to cooking. People can still live well, if something goes wrong, I don't know what will happen.

Although the officials are benevolent and don't like to punish palace officials, no matter how benevolent they are, they are still emperors.

Not to mention those women in the palace, even the powerful eunuchs in the palace, they can't afford to provoke them.

Although the imperial chef is able to sit in the highest position that all cooks in the world can sit in, but they can live a life so well that they may not be able to compare with them, famous folk chefs like them.

Xie Shangzai carefully savored his mood at this moment, couldn't help but smile slightly, took another large spoonful of fried rice with crab roe, chewed it carefully in his mouth, and decided not to deduct this point.

Not to mention that the taste of this fried rice is beyond imagination, even if it is burnt, mushy, or undercooked, but it can make diners feel happy, that is a good bowl of rice.

While savoring, Xie Shang looked at Xie Bin. Xie Bin's expression was too solemn. He obviously didn't feel any lack in the meal, or maybe he didn't feel any lack, but his eyes were full of stars.

Hey, when this child grows up, he will no longer look at his elders with such eyes, but he will respect others much more.

It's really frustrating.

"This guest."

Xie Shang was immersed in the good memories of the old days, and was unable to extricate himself from the sudden surge of emotions, when he smelled a strong aroma of sauce, he immediately came to his senses, his tongue was salivating, and he licked his lower lip involuntarily.

Qiu Li came over with a small white jar, and said with a smile: "This is a new sauce made by my lady. She said it goes well with this fried rice with crab roe. Why don't you give it a try?"

Xie Shang nodded again and again, opened the small white porcelain jar and saw that it was full of dark red sauce, the red powder was wrapped in small meat pieces, and the meat pieces looked slightly browned and slightly red oily. , rich and bright in color.

Without Qiu Li's teaching, Xie Shang picked up a small spoon and skillfully scooped two spoonfuls, put them in his fried rice, stirred it lightly, scooped out a large spoonful, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Well."

His eyes widened involuntarily.

It's the taste!

He can't make this taste no matter what.

Xie Shang has been cooking for most of his life. He can cook delicacies from mountains and seas, and he can easily find such ordinary grains, but he can no longer cook them. On his 23rd birthday, his wife cooked for him a bowl of longevity noodles taste.

Ordinarily, this is fried rice with crab roe, with a heavy seafood flavor, which is completely different from the longevity noodles made with chicken soup and vegetables. Back then, his wife cooked noodles for him in the country house, using old hens raised by the neighbors for seven years. Meat wasn't great.

When his wife was in her mother's house, she didn't cook much. The chicken soup she boiled was a bit salty, and the chicken was hard and sticky. It was he who cleaned up the mess with a smile, picked out the chicken again, chopped it into minced chicken, made it into small balls and got oil. Fried and served with noodles.

The small meatballs were fried a little burnt, but they were just right for his appetite. The taste was so delicious that he could not forget them for many years, but since his wife passed away in dystocia, he never made noodles with that taste. I have to cook a bowl of longevity noodles on my birthday, but I cook it every year, and it's not right every time.

"Hey."

Xie Shang suddenly felt melancholy.

Only at this time did he realize that he had already forgotten his wife's voice and smile. Those things that he thought would never be forgotten in his heart, turned out to be forgettable.

After all, more than twenty years have passed, and time, although bitter, is also a good medicine.

"It turns out that it's not that Chef Gu's fried rice is not cooked properly, it's a shortcoming left on purpose."

If something is too perfect, he will probably forget it after eating it, but it is this regret, which he will remember for a long time. Whenever he eats or sees a similar meal in the future, he will think of what happened today. One meal away.

Xie Shang smiled and cleaned up his messed up mood, while Chef Fan stared at the golden lump soup just served, oh, it was called golden thick soup.

Chef Fan looked at the gold foil folded into a cluster of golden rose flowers floating in the clear soup bowl, stared at the small word "探" floating on the top of the petals, and suddenly raised his hand to cover his heart, The corner of his mouth twitched, tears rolled down, he turned his head quickly, not letting the tears roll into the bowl.

"Old lady, your golden soup is ready."

Suddenly another soft voice came from next to his ear, and Chef Fan turned his head suddenly. An old man in luxurious clothes beside him also had a bowl of golden thick soup in front of him.

The gold leaf in the soup bowl was cut open, all cut into thumb-sized stars, the whole bowl of soup is golden, just looking at it makes people feel happy and carefree.

Who in the world does not love gold?
Who can be in a bad mood when they see gold?

Chef Fan stood up abruptly and looked around, at least half of the guests had gold leaf in their bowls.

Maybe it was the gold leaf that the cook herself forged?Maybe it's not gold leaf, but pasta made to look like gold leaf?Maybe……

"Wow."

Chef Fan knocked on his forehead, fart!He was so envious of Xie Shangde's gold leaf, he secretly looked at it for a long time, and was still playing with it in his hand, hoping that he would have it this year too, this is not ordinary gold, it is clearly the glory of being a chef!

He turned his head stiffly to look at the dangling sign next to the water sign, on which was written a lot of 'Precautions for eating gold leaf'.

Just looking at these things, I feel that eating gold is more difficult than eating puffer fish.

Chef Fan: "...Because the ingredients are rare, only [-] servings of the golden soup will be made, first come, first served, and the sale will be discontinued when it is finished."

Read the bottom line of the move one word at a time.

It turns out that all the gold leaves this year, a total of twenty pieces, are here.

Fan Chu suddenly felt that his disease called 'jealousy' had been healed.

(End of this chapter)