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The heat rises, and the white mist curls up.

Under the stimulation of the hot oil, a fish that was already alive and swinging its head and tail on a white porcelain plate suddenly shrank its skin, its scales stretched, and its body moved tail-to-tail, as if it was going to jump out of the plate!
Ming Dai, who was staring intently, was startled for an instant, and she tilted her head back in reflex.

Almost at the same moment, He Mu got up and crossed the dining table, stretched out his big palm to cover Ming Dai's face, protecting her firmly.

Ming Dai's two hands immediately grabbed his big palm, looked at the fish still lying on the plate with lingering fear, and found that it didn't jump up, and finally realized what stupid thing she had done.

Ming Dai groaned, let go of her hands in a little embarrassment, and raised her hands to straighten her hair.

It was He Mu who calmly patted her on the head, comforted her by saying that she was fine, and glanced at Elder Sun by the way.

Old Sun: "...Please have some basic respect for me as a chef."

He Mu thought for a while: "Well, it's very artistic."

Elder Sun almost couldn't hold back, and rolled his eyes in front of his apprentice and grandson behind him.

"Okay, eat quickly, so as not to miss the best time to enter."

Fortunately, Mr. Sun did not intend to continue to delve into this issue, and Mingdai's embarrassment symptoms also eased. She quickly picked up her chopsticks and stretched them towards the fish on the plate. Here, there are no extra thoughts in my mind!
fresh!Tender!slip!
Ming Dai even felt that what she ate was not fish, but tofu. The small piece of fish melted as soon as she put it into her mouth, and fell all the way down the esophagus, warming her stomach with the ultimate umami taste, allowing her to feel the food. Pure joy.

Under He Mu's guidance, Ming Dai has tasted many amazing delicacies, but today's fish dish still opened up her understanding of the deliciousness of fish meat, and she couldn't help but think in her heart——

It turns out that fish can do this!

It's like opening a door to a new world!
It's delicious, it really makes people feel happy, after Ming Dai took two bites, she couldn't help but smile, even the strands of her hair were jumping with joy factor.

When he met Mu, a gentle smile appeared on his face at some point, and he looked at Ming Dai tenderly, as if he was full without eating.

Elder Sun, who was on the side, wanted to wait to hear their comments, but his teeth ached when he saw this.

If his wife hadn't passed away many years ago...

"I'll go to the back kitchen to have a look."

Throwing down a sentence in a hurry, holding a sour heart, and temporarily exiting the stage.

And since Elder Sun has left, the others will not be so dim-witted as to stay as light bulbs.

In a blink of an eye, there were only Ming Dai and Mu left in the room, and their atmosphere was so harmonious that they seemed like no one else was around, and now they had no scruples.

"Is it tasty?"

“Great, great!”

Ming Dai was not stingy with compliments, she wished she could find all the good words and send them to Mrs. Sun!
Huh?What about Mr. Sun?

He Mu: "Actually, Mr. Sun asked me for my opinion several times during the process of making this recipe. His earliest source of inspiration was a dish made of endangered Jiang Xian..."

With a few words, Ming Dai's attention was attracted, and soon she had no time to care about the presence or absence of Mr. Sun, and began to listen carefully to He Mu's narration.

As expected of a part-time food writer, even if it is a few words, He Mu speaks very vividly.

A good story can add flavor to the food, and Mingdai suddenly felt happier eating.

It's a pity that the next few dishes were not as good as the first fish.

Rao Mingdai's tongue is not as sharp as gourmets like He Mu, and she can tell the obvious difference between several dishes.

He Mu: "It's normal. This fish should have been poured with all the hard work of Mr. Sun. As for the other dishes, Mr. Sun's energy is obviously low, and some processes are done by disciples and grandchildren."

As they said that, the two of them looked at Elder Sun who was standing in the courtyard and was accusing his disciples and grandchildren of his mistakes. His disciples and grandchildren were quite obedient, and it could be seen from their expressions and actions that they respected Sun Lao honestly, not Superficial acting.

It is conceivable that Mr. Sun has a great image in their hearts, and also, Mr. Sun's superb cooking skills are worthy of all admiration, as is the case for anyone who stands at the top of the industry.

Even if he is old now, he will still not erase the value of his existence.

Ming Dai's mind swayed slightly, and she thought of herself.

"What are you thinking about?"

He Mu sees Ming Dai's distraction.

Ming Dai smiled brightly: "I just admire Sun Lao very much, and I hope I can become such a person."

He Mu suddenly said: "There is no great man, you are born knowing that you will become a great man."

Ming Dai squinted her eyes and smiled, suddenly feeling that life is infinite and the future is highly anticipated.

"Eat vegetables eat vegetables!"

This table is full of delicious food, don't let it go to waste!
The two of them were eating intimately, Mr. Sun didn't let anyone disturb him at will.

He Mu reciprocated and wrote a review for Sun Lao after the meal.

Chefs and gourmets have always achieved each other, and it is often clear to the authorities.

Ming Dai read what He Mu wrote, and could only marvel at why she didn't taste it.

Elder Sun looked thoughtfully.

"What about the fish?"

"It's perfect." He Mu looked at Elder Sun, "Congratulations, Elder Sun, for creating another famous dish."

A chef's lifelong wish is probably to leave his own recipes in the food industry, and make them famous all over the world and passed down from generation to generation.

Mr. Sun has already made two recipes, and today this fish dish is the third one, which still makes him smile, feeling proudly that his sword is not old.

"By the way, the article I promised you will be published within the next month."

Old Sun never forgot to tell: "You need to write the pen yourself!"

He Mu didn't say a word, just looked at Sun Lao silently, and looked at Sun Lao with a guilty conscience.

"I'm not doubting your character..."

He Mu didn't intend to argue too much with Elder Sun.

It was dark outside, and it was drizzling.

The waiter in the shop specially brought an umbrella, and He Mu raised his hand to open the umbrella, and turned sideways to Ming Dai:

"Dede, let's go."

He is tall and tall, holding a black umbrella with his knuckles, like a solitary pine that will not be disturbed by wind and rain in the night.

Only when she looked at Ming Dai, she lowered her brows with an unspeakable gentleness.

Ming Dai speeded up, trotted over, bumped into his side wetly.

"Yeah, let's go!"

Saying goodbye to Elder Sun, the figures of the two cuddling up so closely because the umbrella was too small gradually drifted away, melting into the gentle night, like a wonderful dream...

"Why didn't you take a bigger umbrella? I see Mr. He's left shoulder is wet."

Among the people watching from behind, there was a puzzled person who said something stupidly.

The waiter who delivered the umbrella: "What do you know!"

As he spoke, he exchanged glances with the little sister beside him, showing a tacit smile.

...I got it!

Old Sun slowly swept past the people in the store.

"You should know what not to say? Don't smash our signboard."

"understand!"