Food rights and wine beauty: turn a god to farm

Chapter 115 The Status of the Cook

"Why waste it?" The soft voice suddenly sounded with doubts.

The old man's voice paused before he remembered that there was a child here, and it was really inappropriate to talk about such a cruel topic.

He looked at Kangkang with a smile, and then expressed emotion, "The young master is really cute, like a little golden boy, how old is the young master?"

"Old man, I am five years old." Kangkang blinked his eyes, holding a small piece of cake in his hand, and said with a serious face, his expression seemed to say, 'I have grown up, I am not a child'

"Oh, that's about the same age as my little grandson. My little grandson is six years old this year. It's a pity that he didn't come to school today, otherwise we can get to know each other." The old man smiled and squinted his eyes, especially when he mentioned his little grandson. more kind.

Just at this time, a few more people came over.

The old man seemed to know each other, and when he saw them coming, he immediately greeted them with a smile, "Hey, the guests are here for tea again, please sit here first, what tea do you want?"

There were three people who came, but the two standing behind the gray-robed youth should be guards.

The young man just glanced at An Ning and the others, and frowned slightly. His original plan seemed to be suppressed because of their presence.

Impatiently, he walked to another table and sat down, and said, "Let's have Qingxin tea."

The tea shed is very small, just enough to set up three Eight Immortals tables, so although the other party and An Ning are separated by a table, they are still very close.

I don't know if it's superfluous, An Ning always feels that the other party looks at them with a little defensiveness and hostility.

She looked up at Wei Sichen, obviously the other party had also noticed something, so it wasn't because she was careless.

It's just that they are new here, and they don't know anyone, why the other party will be hostile to them, and what is certain is that neither of them knows each other.

At this time, seeing that the old man was free, Kangkang, who had been remembering the previous question, asked again persistently, "Grandpa, what do you mean by the chef's self-defeating his right hand?"

Kangkang really didn't understand what self-defeating his right hand meant, but when the old man said this before, his tone was not very good, and he also said that it was very violent, which made him curious.

An Ning looked at her son helplessly, the little guy was still thinking about him.

The old man seemed a little helpless, he just waved his hands and said with a smile, "It's just that I hurt my hand."

"Injured? How did you get hurt? Did you get beaten?" Kangkang frowned.

"Cough, almost." The old man laughed.

An Ning hugged him, interrupted his urge to break the casserole and ask the end, and said, "Don't disturb people's business, talk while eating, be careful if you choke, drink some tea first."

"Well, drink tea, it's bitter." Kangkang looked at the dark tea soup brought to his mouth by his mother, stuck out his tongue and looked disgusted.

Wei Sichen nodded in agreement, the tea was really bad.

At this time, a voice came from the next door.

"The chef you're talking about self-defeating his right hand is the trash who failed in fighting the day before yesterday."

As soon as the young man spoke, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

An Ning cast a glance at him and ignored him.

Kangkang just looked at him curiously, biting the cake like a little hamster while pinching the cake.

The old man frowned, as if he didn't agree with the young man's words, but he didn't say anything.

Seeing that no one paid any attention to him, the young man was immediately dissatisfied, and then sneered, and continued, "That kind of waste dares to fight with others casually, it is an insult to the culinary arts, abolishing the hand is also a disaster for the culinary world, so as not to let others One disgusting mouse dropping spoiled a pot of porridge."

"The guest officer has a grudge with that person?" The old man couldn't help asking, could it be that that person is some kind of heinous person?But I heard that that person doesn't seem to be taking the initiative to pick things up.

"Resentment? Tsk, that waste is also worthy, but it's just that a wild cook from a mountain lump who has never seen the world is also worthy of participating in the cooking competition. Such a person should just lie in the ravine as a mud leg , Losing one hand is already considered lucky, at least he still has a pair of legs to go back."

The young man's eyes were full of disdain and disdain, and his tone was full of malice.

As soon as these words came out, more than one person frowned.

The old man seemed to be a little dissatisfied with his words, and frowned, "Let's just let it go, the guest officer. The culinary competition is open to the whole continent. Anyone who has the ability can participate, and the ability to advance to the city must be good."

Residents of the elderly in Huainan City, because of the cooking competition, the place has become more lively recently, so they came out to set up stalls and learned many things by accident.

And that includes disputes between chefs.

One of the hottest topics at present is the difference between grassroots chefs and orthodox chefs.

Those chefs with orthodox heritage look down on chefs who come from the countryside or who have not received orthodox training, and they will be excluded and bullied to some extent.

Most of the recent kitchen fighting incidents are mostly due to this reason. The two sides of the fighting kitchen are mostly people from both sides, and generally grassroots chefs are mostly challenged.

"Hey, what strength, it's just luck. Wait, these disgusting cooks will be cleaned up sooner or later. It's an eyesore." Tea came out.

He seemed to lose his patience, and cast a disdainful glance at An Ning and the others, then directed his gaze at the old man, and said, "Old man, I'm not here to talk nonsense with you today, I want to buy these secret recipes of your tea, you ask a price."

The old man didn't expect the topic to be so jumpy. He was stunned for a while, then frowned, shook his head and refused, "Guest officer, since the secret recipe is passed down from the ancestors, it cannot be sold."

"Hey, can you remove the ink stains?" The young man patted the table, as if his patience was exhausted, "200 taels, I need all four prescriptions, this is my bottom line." He said and threw the four silver ingots on the table. On the table.

"Guest officer, this secret recipe can't be sold, and I can't explain it to my ancestors." The old man's expression also faded, and he didn't even look at the money.

"Fuck, I don't care how you explain it. If you don't sell this thing, you have to sell it. Old stuff, don't toast or drink fine wine, but..."

In the middle of his speech, he stopped quickly, as if he could not reveal his identity, he could only stand up angrily and kicked the table over.

This unexpected situation immediately attracted the attention of many people, and some people began to secretly watch.

Kangkang was also taken aback, but he didn't show any fear. He just frowned at the man, Gu Ren and Wei Sichen, as if he wanted their help.

It's just that the two of them remained as still as a mountain, one continued to play with the small gift Kangkang bought, and the other ate big cakes and tea to their heart's content without being disturbed at all.

Kangkang could only look at his mother helplessly.

An Ning raised her hand to touch the crumbs on his mouth, then took the cake from his hand, wiped his hands, and asked as if nothing happened, "Drink some tea to moisten your throat first, this cake is too dry."

(End of this chapter)