In the book era, my villain is super obedient

Uncle Yu stared at the back of the masked man as he left, with unconscious panic flashing in his eyes.

At the beginning, he and Grandpa Yu learned cooking skills. It took him five years to learn only the knife skills, and another ten years before he mastered the secret recipe passed down by the Yu family.

Originally, he only came here to handle errands because he was afraid of Nanshi.

He thought that even if he taught him everything, these rough guys wouldn't be able to learn it. He had no intention of training anyone, so it didn't violate the ancestral teachings.

But only now did he understand what was going counterproductive. In the face of absolute talent, all his ideas were self-righteous...

Realgar was present the whole time. After the boss left, he didn't want to thank Uncle Yu, but when the other party left, he gave him five catties of Xiaozhan rice and one catty of fat meat.

Another three or five days passed, while Yan was recuperating from his wounds, he also learned how to cook a few dishes.

Uncle Yu was shocked again and again. He had never seen such a talented and capable person who was also willing to work hard.

The descendants of the Yu family basically all have some talent in cooking, just like his daughter who has been around the stove since she was a child.

But he thought that Yaoyao was still young and worried that she would accidentally hurt herself while practicing knife skills. Apart from teaching her the secret recipe handed down from her ancestors, he basically didn't even want to let her touch the kitchen knife. Trivial matters such as lighting the fire were also done by her elders. .

If Yan Yao and this man named Xiao Yu'er cook the same dish in the future, there will be almost no comparison.

Yan Xian didn't know what the other party was thinking, even if he guessed it, he didn't care.

He devoted himself to studying like crazy and practiced hard, and almost all the brothers in Nan City had eaten the food cooked by the boss himself.

Through diligent communication, he not only learned the taste of every dish from Uncle Yu, but also learned faster and faster, from learning two dishes in one night to five or six hard dishes in one night.

Finally, he felt that he could show his hand in front of Xiao Can Can.

Yesterday, she accidentally mentioned that she envied the emperor's royal meal, and he arranged for Hua Shen to deliver the corresponding ingredients overnight.

And at around five o'clock in the morning, before the sun comes out, the dewdrops on the lotus leaves are collected. It is said that the tea made from the dewdrops will be more refreshing and sweet.

The injuries on Yan Xian's abdomen and back have scabbed over, and his normal movements are not a big problem, but he still needs to be more careful when squatting.

The water in this pond was simply not deep, so he only reached his thighs when he stood in the water.

Stretching your hands to the lotus leaves in the pond, shaking them gently, the dewdrops swayed and fell into the purple sand jar below.

Hua Snake really can't stand such arty things, it's too impatient.

"Boss, when will the drops of water on the lotus leaf be collected drop by drop? I'll find a few more brothers to come over with me!"

"No need." Yan refused without looking back.

He would collect these dewdrops with his own hands and cook them for small pots to drink. Not only would they contain the fragrance of lotus tea, but also his deep sincerity.

Slowly, his movements changed from unfamiliar to skilled.

Remove the smaller leaves first, and then gather the water drops on other leaves together. Each drop will form countless drops.

There was abundant dew in the early morning, and the purple sand jars for collecting dew drops were quickly filled.

Then, he took a new empty purple sand pot from Hua Snake, and continued to collect dewdrops on other leaves.

It seems difficult, but it is actually not easy to do.

But as long as he thinks about his beloved little jar, he feels that time flows quickly and his movements are very easy.

He stood in the water and harvested a circle along the pond.

By the time the sun rose, a total of six and a half jars of dew had been collected.

There should be enough for the small cans to drink today...one can for cooking pear soup, one for making sour plum soup, one for making honey water, one for cooking rice, one for making soup, and the rest are used for cooking.

Hua She invited the man ashore. Seeing the crazy look on his boss's face, Hua She appointed him to burn the leeches off his legs with a fire stick, and took care of him and changed him into clean clothes.

Love really makes people stupid. I hope he will never be like the boss in his life...

In the study on the second floor, Yu Cong is reviewing high school textbooks.

She was studying very seriously at first, but suddenly she smelled the strong aroma of food.

She held on to the handrail of the stairs, accompanied by Gouzi, and walked down to the kitchen, where she saw her little brother busy working in full swing.

Yan Xian heard the footsteps of Xiao Can Guan and turned sideways to smile brightly at her.

His eyes only reflected her, but they seemed to take in all the bright stars, captivating the soul.

Beauty misleads people.

His smile was like the spring breeze in April, making his green little heart burst into laughter.

Yan Xian pointed to the dining table, which was filled with cooked soup and water, and said, "Which one Xiaoqiao wants to drink, I'll pour it for you."

"They're all what I like to drink." Yu Cong didn't need him to do anything. He took the enamel cups and poured some of them one by one to taste.

Foodies usually have a good tongue, and so does she.

She held it in her hand, drank it in small sips, smacked her lips, and said, "Why did you cook it? It smells like flowers?"

"I heard that dew has a refreshing fragrance, so I learned to be arty." Yan Xian's voice was low, with a hint of doting.

"Dew?" Yu Cong's heart skipped a beat at her little brother's words.

Involuntarily, the picture of the little brother holding up the earthen pot and collecting dew drop by drop came to mind involuntarily.

She still wanted to be angry with him, but she couldn't bear it anymore.

Just when she was still hesitating whether to continue being angry with him, Yan Xian's dishes began to come out.

Chili fish, pepper and vinegar shrimp, five-flavor steamed chicken, mutton crystal dumplings, minced pepper mutton, lychee pork, five-shredded tripe, poached tenderloin, three delicacies soup, knife-cut steamed buns, fragrant rice.

How long does it take to prepare secretly to prepare so many hard dishes? !

"Is this the legendary noble fish?" Yu Cong was shocked and her voice was trembling.

She had seen Grandpa Yu make this dish before. From filleting the fish, blanching, to stir-frying the soup ingredients, every move of the chef was required to be precise and skillful, and it had to be served to the diners while it was still boiling.

Grandpa Yu and Uncle Yu didn't let her learn it at all because it was one of the ancestral dishes that was only passed down to Yu Yaoyao.

"Xiao Onion has good eyesight." Yan Qian neatly arranged the bowls and chopsticks, and served her a bowl of chili fish first.

This dish emphasizes drinking the soup before eating the meat, and the essence is also this bowl of soup.

Guizhi is used as a medicinal material, but the medicinal taste is not strong, and it can strengthen the root and nourish the body. The essence boiled into the soup with the fish bones highlights the umami taste of the fish, and is also very easy to digest.

"Oh my god, the color and taste are great, the texture is tender and refreshing." Yu Cong took a sip of the soup and started eating meat again.

The tender fish meat absorbs the flavor of the fresh soup, and you can slide the two flaps apart with the tip of your tongue. No wonder even the emperor liked the fish.

Her little mouth licked one piece after another. After finishing the fish, she returned to the bowl and scooped out some winter melon that had been simmered in the soup until it was clear.

Using winter melon to cook fish not only prevents the flavor from being transferred, but also adds a touch of sweetness to the soup base, giving it a long aftertaste... (End of this chapter)