Delicious Lady: Lord Wolf, please enter the urn

Chapter 24

"what's going on?"

Yang Manyue was a little dazed.

Suddenly remembered his "God's Hand" skill point, and slowly recalled it.

She curled her lips into a smile, feeling refreshed in her heart: Just adding five points would have such an effect?

If you have full skill points, wouldn't you be able to make a bowl of egg soup to make people cry?

Not bad!
Today, the fox pretended to be a tiger, and let out a bad breath. The business is so hot, and the whole body feels very comfortable.

He hurriedly greeted his younger brother and his mother to start work, quickly cut up various ingredients such as pig intestines, pig lungs, etc., and the voice of "Get out of the stall!" was so clear that a group of diners laughed.

After more than a dozen bowls of stewed stew were served, Yang Manyue took out a wine cup, poured a glass of wine for the pastor, and said with a smile: "Thanks to your care, I invite you to have a glass of wine."

"For me?"

The corners of Leng Yun's mouth curled down, "Wine?"

"Ok!"

Yang Manyue took out the seafood that had been processed last night and cleaned them up; the rice that had been soaked for more than an hour had turned a translucent color, and the rice had to be soaked to this color if the claypot rice was to be delicious.

Cutting vegetables and washing rice, the movements are like flowing water, which is pleasing to the eye.

The old man who was eating braised stew was like a wolf with a pair of tricks, emitting a pale green light, staring at Yang Manyue.

This action is like acting, so attractive!
Cooking a meal can actually be poetic and elegant, not to mention the content of the cooking, this effort can give a big praise!
The people around the roof were also eating and watching, bursting into applause from time to time!

Especially when Yang Manyue started to cut the kelp, the blood boiled in the blood of those who were so close to the acme of knife skills.

The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board was like a beautiful piece of music, with a very regular rhythm, and someone's feet trembled unconsciously following this rhythm.

The little lady wielding the knife has a concentrated expression. Although she is dressed like a man and she is small, but because of this concentrated expression, people feel a kind of elegance and beauty, which is so dazzling that people can't take their eyes off.

"it is good!"

The old man couldn't help admiring, "This craftsmanship is really superb!"

As he spoke, he took out an oiled paper bag, smiled, and said, "Little lady, this dish is not on the menu sold in your car today. It must be custom-made, right? How about it? Can you?" Do you want to cook for the old man?"

"The little lady also cooks for you?"

When the old man yelled, other diners also shouted, "Then let the little lady cook any rare ingredients next time! Tsk tsk, the little lady's craftsmanship is really amazing! Just like the old man said, I don't know what to do when I go back. Why, recalling the taste of this braised stew, there is a kind of intimacy, and even a little touch."

"Isn't it?! I couldn't even eat the food when I went home yesterday. I couldn't taste it. Compared with the food made by the little lady, I used to eat pig food!"

Yang Manyue said with a slight smile on her lips, "If you honorable guests feel free to let me, a wild girl, spoil the precious ingredients, then feel free to bring them."

A witty remark made everyone laugh.

The people sitting around the roof are all from decent families, and those Liba still consciously sit on the extra table outside, even if it is vacant, they will not come here.Looking at the situation, Yang Manyue added some more ingredients to these Liba's bowls.

She can't break class, but she can take care of people of the same class.

Putting the casserole on the stove, Yang Manyue took the oil-paper bag from the old man, opened it, and was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

The oil paper given by the old man contained all kinds of miscellaneous fish, some in the sea and some in the rivers, all of which were about a finger long, and there were even some green shrimps in the river and loach in the ditches.

Bottom line: it's a mixed bag.

"Sir, do you want me to do this?"

When the old man saw her face, his face sank, "Why are you laughing, little lady? Could it be that you look down on my bag of miscellaneous goods?"

"The old man misunderstood!"

The others glanced at it, and couldn't help laughing, "This old gentleman went crazy here yesterday, and now he's trying to make things difficult for the little girl. He's really a tricky old kid."

The old man was not annoyed when his intentions were exposed. He ignored everyone's ridicule and said flatly, "Turning waste into treasure is the real skill."

Yang Manyue chuckled, and Fushen said: "The old man is right. Please wait a moment, and I will help you later."

"Oh?"

The old man was a little surprised, "Do you really want to cook with these ingredients?"

Yang Manyue said with a strange expression: "Didn't the master ask me to cook with these?"

The old man blushed, and he stretched out his hand to take the miscellaneous fish back, "The old man was just joking with you."

After a pause, he continued: "I don't know which kid played a joke on the old man, and actually gave me a pack of these things, and my heart is blocked."

Yang Manyue rolled her eyes: You always use me as a punching bag for feelings?
But miscellaneous fish has the beauty of miscellaneous fish, let’s see if it will be done!
Called Mancang over, whispered a few words, Mancang nodded again and again, and immediately took a few coppers and ran away.

Yang Manyue stretched out her hand again, "Give me the fish, I'll make you a batch of mixed fish with pickled vegetables."

"Ok?"

The old man's eyes lit up, "Use pickled vegetables as ingredients?"

Yang Manyue laughed, "Maybe the old man eats spicy food?"

"Yes, of course! The old man eats all over the world, and he can accept any flavor!"

"Row!"

Yang Manyue took the miscellaneous fish and put it aside, opened the casserole, put the marinated shrimps, squid tubes, clams, and bacon in it, covered it and simmered it until the water was almost collected, then opened it again, and made a Eggs, pour some oil along the edge of the pot, put cabbage on top, wait until the eggs are cooked and the water is completely dried up, turn off the heat, add the sauce prepared earlier, sprinkle with chopped green onions, a delicious stew The rice is ready.

Send it to Leng Yun on a tray, and smile authentically: "Seafood claypot rice, please!"

The old man's eyes turned green, and he kept swallowing, "This, this looks like a practice in Canton, my lady, give me one too!"

Yang Manyue said regretfully: "Old man, this is what this young master ordered, and there are no extra ingredients. And you are getting old, and you have just eaten a bowl of braised stew, and if you eat this again, you will not be able to digest it. You Sit down for a while, drink some tea, and I'll make you a dish of pickled vegetables and mixed fish, to your satisfaction!"

"do not want!"

The old man started to play tricks again, "Your paella looks delicious. I saw you kept turning the pot just now. It looks complicated. It must be delicious!"

The corner of Yang Manyue's mouth twitched, admiring the old man's foodie spirit.

To observe so carefully!
"The essence of claypot rice lies in the bottom of the pot. In order not to burn the rice and get a fragrant rice crust, it must be turned constantly to make it evenly heated, and it will be delicious when eaten."

"Long experience."

Leng Yun took a mouthful of rice, feeling the taste carefully.

I just feel that the mouth of this rice is very chewy. The deliciousness of the seafood and the salty aroma of the bacon melt into the rice. With a spoon, it is smooth with the egg, and I feel that all kinds of flavors explode in the taste buds.

There are a lot of ingredients, but the taste is not chaotic, and the layers are so distinct.

After taking a bite, I felt a heart-warming feeling in this wonderful taste, a faint feeling of happiness lingered in my heart, and I was even a little moved.Leng Yun, who was used to intrigues, only felt a warmth flowing through his heart.Those dark and bloody scenes seemed to be slowly healed by this mouthful of food.

One bite after another, although there is no comment, but the speed of the start shows that he is satisfied with this claypot rice.

The old man on the side saw that he was eating deliciously, and felt his mouth was full of saliva, and suddenly pushed his own bowl in front of Leng Yun, his rascal mode opened up, "It's not good for young people to eat alone, give me some old man..."

A group of diners stared wide-eyed, suspecting that something was wrong with their eyes.

Such a cold-looking person, how dare this old man ask him for food?
It's just that this person looks well dressed and has a good temperament. I don't know which family he is from?Never seen it before!
Could it be someone from Shige's hometown who just retired?

Glancing at the old man, a group of literati shook their heads.

Even if this young man is kind-hearted, he is a scholar who asks people what they want to eat, and people have eaten it. This old man is too unscrupulous, shame on him!

The old man didn't care about this, he ignored everyone's complex gazes, and persistently pushed the bowl towards Leng Yun, "Give me some, can you eat this big pot?"

Leng Yun turned slightly to avoid the old man, and continued to eat with a cold face, not responding to a word.

"Hurrah!"

The old man was angry, and just about to get angry, he heard a group of people exclaim, "Oh my God! The little lady is so skilled! This kind of catfish can be cleaned up with just one hand. Which master did it come from? This kind of craftsmanship must be Ancestral!"

"But isn't Miss Yang's father a scholar?"

Yang Manyue smiled and said: "It's all because of my mother who taught me well, and I also love cooking, so I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I'll gain some experience after thinking about it for a long time."

"That's a good point! The little lady is worthy of being an elegant chef. It is said that there is nothing difficult in the world if there is a caring heart. The women cultivated by farming and studying are different."

Several black lines appeared on Yang Manyue's head.

Ya Chu?

Suddenly, I felt a pain in the ass towards this group of Ming literati.

Thinking of some literature and history materials I had read, the corners of my mouth twitched again.

The Ming Dynasty was actually not as conservative as the world thought. On the contrary, the literati in the south of the Yangtze River at the end of the Ming Dynasty were quite arrogant, with a style of Wei and Jin.Of course, thirteen is also a lot.They are very proud of their class, and anyone who has read anything is cited as one of their own.

A craftsman who is proficient in writing and ink will also be dubbed an elegant craftsman, so a person with a little ink is also dubbed an elegant chef.

It's just that it sounds a little weird, and it's not a good thing to be praised by a group of literati who like to pretend to be thirteen!

"Boy, you don't respect the old, even the old man has spoken, but you are so stingy..."

Amidst the harmony, a certain old thirteen broke the harmonious atmosphere again, stubbornly brought the bowl to Leng Yun, and squinted, "Give me a taste! In a word, is it okay? Give it a good time!"

Leng Yun squinted at the old man, turned around, parted his pretty thin lips slightly, and spit out two words, "No!"

(End of this chapter)