self-improvement as a cook

Chapter 41

The man is Gouzi's father's senior brother named Gao Bingyi, who is the cook of Fuchunju in Qizhou. The reason why he came to An Ran was because he tasted the pork head meat sold by Gouzi, and he heard Gouzi say that she is a good southern chef. I came to An Ran and wanted to ask her for help.

Fuchunju is the only restaurant in Qizhou that dares to use southern cooks, and the other one is Anji, who is rich and powerful, but Anji's cooks are all from Jizhou, although there are some southern cooks who are not big enough to make a living with outsiders. Same.

Anji is available in all Dayan, no matter the cooks from the south or the north, they will be rotated every few years after entering Anji, and they will not stay in one place for too long.Although in Qizhou, Anji Restaurant is not as good as the famous Jufenglou and Huiquan Pavilion, it is a different kind of existence that no one dares to mess with, even the magistrate of Yanzhou. The background is hard.

No one dared to touch Anji's backstage. Fuchunju, which mainly serves southern dishes, became the first unlucky person. The owner of Fuchunju was a silk merchant from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. The reason why he opened such a restaurant back then was completely For my own selfishness, I want to eat hometown food in Qizhou, and also satisfy the greed of fellow villagers who come here occasionally.

I don't want to buy and sell unexpectedly well. Southern cuisine is exquisite and elegant, and is highly respected by some literati and celebrities. It has been famous in Yanzhou Mansion after a while. However, this is the situation five years ago, but now it is very bleak.

The magistrate took the lead to suppress the cooks of the Nanpai. Nancai also began to suffer cold reception in Yanzhou Mansion. There were also a few famous officials and literati who would patronize occasionally, but it was difficult to support them. Feeling cold.

After hearing this, An Ran couldn't help saying: "My boss doesn't even want to do it, and it won't help if you come to me."

Although Gao Bingyi felt that what Gouzi said about this girl as a powerful chef was unbelievable, but at this point, he could only be regarded as a living horse doctor. After all, he had tasted the meat made by this girl before, and it was quite Authentic, full of legendary taste, he said: "Although the master doesn't want to do it, but we cooks from the Southern School want to fight for the last breath, the master agreed to us, and later I will hold a banquet in Fuchunju, please Yanzhou There are a few famous officials and literati in the mansion, others are fine, this time I have invited Mr. Mei, only Mr. Mei can come and speak justice for our southern cooks, maybe there is still a way for us to survive."

An Ran thought for a while: "In that case, you should use your skills to treat this Mr. Mei well." Gao Bingyi's face flushed after saying a word: "Since I'm here today, I'm not afraid of the girl's jokes. , the craftsmanship is only considered ordinary, and those who hold unique skills in their hands have long gone to other places to make a living. The rest of us can handle ordinary southern dishes. Mr. Chamei specially ordered three southern dishes. Among the three dishes There is a dish of grilled rotten pig's head. The few of us have only heard from the master, but have never seen it before. How can we make it? But the pig's head made by the girl tastes a bit like the master said. I'm here today, just want to Ask the girl if she knows how to cook paper?"

Only then did An Ran understand, and said, "Wang Jiangnan" by the layman Baisha Xing'an, one of the poems said, Yangzhou is good, and Fahai Temple is leisurely. The empty hall on the lake is on the other side, and the group of pagodas by the water is reflected in the middle of the stream, to welcome guests Rotten pig head, this phrase has made it famous as one of the three heads of southern cuisine, but no one has cooked it for a long time, and even the method has almost been lost. To tell you the truth, my method of stewing pig head is indeed derived from this dish, but, If it is this dish, it is much more complicated, and the requirements for knife skills and heat are also quite high, which is quite troublesome, and it needs to be crispy without losing its shape to be considered authentic."

Just as An Ran finished speaking, the man stood up and rubbed his hands excitedly: "Gu, the girl is really a master, she is the top chef of our southern school."

An Ran couldn't help laughing: "I just said that, and you know that I am a chef. If I just say that I can't cook, you are not happy for nothing."

The man's face froze, An Ran smiled: "Don't worry, I will do it."

Speaking of this grilled rotten pig head, there is a little story. Back then, An Ran was invited to cook this dish for an overseas Chinese who was from Yangzhou. He wanted to taste the taste of the past. An Ran found a lot of information. , visited the top chefs of Huainan cuisine to learn from them, and after many experiments, finally restored one of the famous three heads, which also made Anji's private house famous overseas. After that, many Chinese returned to China and ordered to eat Anjia dishes, because of this.

Unexpectedly, the same experience would be staged in ancient times, could it be predestined, or just a simple coincidence.

Gao Bingyi was very excited, as if he had found a savior, and asked An Ran what he needed to prepare?An Ran asked Gou Zi to get a pack of spices for stewed pork. Gou Zi hurriedly ran for a while and took a pack, and An Ran handed it to Gao Bingyi: "The difficulty of this dish is that the pig's head must be restored. As for the rest, we only need to prepare these Spices will do, but there is one thing we need to agree in advance, I can help, just a little, and this matter should not be spread."

Gao Bingyi was stunned: "Then what should Mr. Mei do if he insists on seeing the girl?"

An Ran blinked: "It's just that you did it. When I cook this dish, if you help me, it's basically you who did it."

Gao Bingyi was dumbfounded, and hurriedly waved his hands: "This can't be regarded as being done by my subordinates, no, no..."

An Ran's face was stern: "If it doesn't work, then I'm sorry, I can't help with this."

Although An Ran wanted to help, she couldn't expose herself. She just came out to gain knowledge, not to become famous. The lower the profile, the better. After all, I don't know what An Jiamu thinks at the moment. It's not a matter of minutes, so it's still possible to avoid it.

An Ran pondered, the reason why a man like An Jiamu is so obsessed with himself is not because he said he loves himself so much, but because of his inferiority, the harder it is to get, the more he wants to get it. If he is still the same An Ran as before, he will definitely abandon it. Like shoes, this is a man.

Such a man also has an advantage, that is, he has no long-term sex. Don't look at how caring he is at the moment. When he is so hot in the past, he probably won't even remember who he is. Therefore, what I need to do now is to wait for him Once you find a new target, you will be completely safe.

Naturally, Gao Bingyi didn't know the inside story. Although he couldn't understand An Ran's purpose, he could only agree. After all, An Ran was the last hope of these southern cooks.

After the agreement was made, Gao Bingyi came to pick up Anran Fuchunju early in the morning, and Gao Bingyi said a few words to the dog girl before leaving. Anran saw the things in the yard, a bag of noodles, two pig hind legs, and a big fat fish. It was all sent by Gao Bingyi, he is a good person.

Gou Zi Niang sighed: "Gou Zi Daddy is gone, our mother and I have a difficult life, if it weren't for Gou Zi Daddy and his senior brothers helping each other every now and then, I'm afraid even the small courtyard that Gou Zi Daddy left behind wouldn't be able to stay. Miss An, I knew from the first day you came here that you are not an ordinary person, despite your young age, you have the charm of a chef, and you have more posture than the master of Gouzi Daddy."

An Ran burst out laughing: "Sister-in-law, don't praise me, after all, you are just a cook. In fact, being a cook also has its advantages. You see, even though the dog's father is gone, there are still so many people helping you and the dog. It can be seen that the chef has a good heart."

Gouzi Niang laughed and said: "I know the girl said this because of Gou Zi's job as a cook, and now I want to understand, anyway, a cook is always a craft, if you can learn to be like a girl, even if you don't have a job, You won’t be hungry for the rest of your life just by selling pig’s head meat.”

When the days are good, Gouziniang's mood also improves, and with the money in hand, the medicine can keep up, and her illness is much better.The sale of pork head meat is not limited to Gouziniang, but also Shuanziniang's family who brought An Ran over that day.

The yard of Shuanzi's house is big, and the dog girl was afraid that An Ran would make a mess, so most of them moved to the yard of Shuanzi's house. There was much less work here, and the two families knew in their hearts that with this business, there would be no need for them in the future. Worrying, I am very grateful to An Ran, Gou Ziniang is not as opposed to her son's idea of ​​learning to cook as before.

After agreeing to this matter, An Ran didn't go out for the past two days. She prepared at home, carefully recalled the specific methods, and wrote them down on the paper one by one. An Ran's little tail follows An Ran whenever she has free time.

Moreover, this kid is quite clever, with winking eyes, and his temperament reminds Anran of Liu Xier. Now that Anran is writing, he is grinding ink next to him. Read the book, my sister's handwriting is really beautiful."

An Ran suddenly remembered that it seemed that An Zihe used to dislike her ugly character, it wasn't An Zihe, that man was An Jiamu, the great master of An Mansion, even at this moment, An Ran couldn't see the two of them as one, as expected, she was also a Likes to lie to himself.

Seeing Gouzi looking at him eagerly, he nodded: "I have studied, but my handwriting is ordinary."

Gouzi blinked: "What did my sister write?"

"This is the method of chopping a rotten pig's head that your uncle said. I'm afraid your uncle won't remember it. Give it to him the day after tomorrow. If someone orders this dish again in the future, they won't even know how to do it."

Gouzi rolled his eyes: "My father told me before that the chef's unique skills are not easily passed on to others, even if he is an apprentice, he has to keep his hand. There is a saying that teaches apprentices to starve to death. Dafang, if you give your unique skills to others, what will Sister An do if she has no food to eat?"

An Ran laughed: "These are all selfish thoughts. Think about it, if every master keeps a hand and passes it down from generation to generation, what will happen in the end?"

Gouzi thought for a while: "If this goes on, there will be nothing left in the end."

An Ran nodded: "Besides, even if you know how to cook, because every cook has different techniques, the dishes they make are different. To cook authentically and well, you need to comprehend. Every dish has its soul. Only when the cook finds and comprehends it can it make its true flavor.”

Shuan Ziniang and Gouziniang were packing spices in the yard. They picked out the spices and put them in sandbags to use for stewing pig head meat. This job was relatively easy, so Gouziniang took over. Even so, Shuanzi Ziniang will also come to help, knowing that Gouziniang is not in good health and can't be tired, and she is really grateful to Gouziniang for sharing such a profitable business with her family, so the two families are getting closer, and they are almost together. became a family.

Now seeing the dog being grinded by An Ran in the Westinghouse, he couldn't help whispering: "I heard from my boss that this girl is a great chef, didn't your dog want to learn how to cook a long time ago, sister-in-law, you But don't get the wrong idea, if you can worship such a master, Gouzi will be great in the future, but now it's not the past, the emperor likes this, every year a culinary competition is held, as long as the cook is good at it, there are plenty of opportunities to succeed, if Become an imperial cook, sister-in-law, you will have a great blessing in this life."

Gou Ziniang shook her head: "You don't know the truth, Gou Zi already said it, but Ms. An said she has an apprentice."

Shuan Ziniang: "Oh, son of a bitch, why are you so stubborn? What are you afraid of when you accept an apprentice? Look at those chefs outside, which one is not three or four apprentices, only your dog cares. With this person's eyes, things will happen sooner or later."

Gouziniang nodded: "That's what I said, besides, although Miss An confiscated the dog, she taught the child from time to time, not only cooking skills, but also a lot of reasons. This is not only a chef, I Seeing a question from a university, you say, how can you learn such a skill at such a young age? Sometimes when I think about it, I feel like a dream. Could it be that Daddy Gouzi is here to protect us and my mother in heaven? Such a living Bodhisattva who saves the suffering."

An Ran is not a living Bodhisattva, but Gouzi Niang is right. She is really optimistic about Gouzi. Maybe it is an occupational disease. For talented students, she can't help but pay attention to teaching, hoping that they can become a teacher. Good cook.

When Gao Bingyi came to pick Anran up, Gouzi insisted on following him, holding Anran's knife box in his arms, got into the bullock cart, and went all the way to Fuchunju.

When I arrived at Fuchunju Anran, I was really surprised. This Fuchunju also guards a bend of water. Compared with Gouzi's house, it is obviously much more upscale. Although the water surface is not wide, the scenery is more flavorful. There are layers on both sides. The quadrangle courtyards on the second floor, at a glance, have a bit of the charm of a Jiangnan water town.

The Fuchun Residence with white walls and black tiles is even more integrated into this charm, not like a smoky and lively restaurant, but like a private house.

This kind of restaurant is the right one. Even though Gao Bingyi enters through the side door, he can still experience the exquisiteness of the south of the Yangtze River, with small bridges and flowing water, winding paths leading to secluded places, and Fuchun is uniquely blessed with three-eyed springs.

An Ran was very suspicious of who was thinking about going to the courtyard of Fuchunju, and then desperately ran against them, just to drive the owner of Fuchunju out of Yanzhou Mansion, so as to occupy this good place.

The back kitchen is in a small courtyard, connected to the long corridor for passing dishes. I have to say, the ingenuity of the designer.

Because of the words first, all the people working in the back kitchen were cleared out, and only Gao Bingyi was left to help An Ran. Presumably Gao Bingyi was the top chef in Fuchunju, otherwise, he might not have such prestige.

About knowing what An Ran was thinking, Gao Bingyi blushed and said: "I was only the third fire in Fuchunju before, and the first two were chefs invited by the owner from the south. Later, the business of Fuchunju went bad. Those two The chefs have all resigned and returned to their hometowns, and the owner has no choice but to make me angry, but it's not worthy of the name, girl, please don't joke."

An Ran shook her head: "It's a joke, there's no distinction between good and bad cooks, if the skills are poor, just watch more, learn more, practice more, think more, and sooner or later you will learn good skills."

Thinking that it's almost time, I stopped gossiping, this dish of rotten pig's head is time-consuming, if there is any delay, I am afraid that it will be too late, so I take out my dog ​​and my kitchen knife.

Gouzi hurriedly opened the knife box and handed it over.

This dish is a Yangzhou dish, and its scientific name is Grilled Whole Pig Head. The difficulty lies in the word “whole”. The tweezers are clean without a single pig hair remaining on them.

Then, face the pig face down and split it from the back of the head to remove the bones and pig brain. When splitting the pig's head, be careful not to cut the tongue and skin of the pig. Once broken, the dish will fail even if it is cooked well. After picking, put the pig's head in clean water and soak it for about an hour. Be sure to rinse off the blood stains before serving.

After washing, boil it in a boiling water pot for about a quarter of an hour, remove it, and scrape it in clean water. Use a knife to scrape off the eyelashes of the pig, dig out the eyes, cut off the pig's ears, cut off the cheeks, and then cut off the pig's mouth. Remove the lymphatic flesh and scrape off the tongue membrane;

Put the eyes, ears, gills, tongue and head meat into the pot together, fill up with water, cook twice with high heat, cook for about a quarter of an hour each time, and take it out when it is seven mature;
Put bamboo grates on the bottom of the cauldron, spread ginger slices and scallion knots, put the pig's eyes, ears, tongue, gills, and head meat into the pot in order, then add rock sugar, soy sauce, cooking wine, balsamic vinegar, spice bags, water .The water should be soaked in the pig's head, cover the pot, bring to a boil over high heat, then switch to low heat and simmer for about an hour until the soup is thick and the meat is rotten;

While doing it, An Ran told Gao Bingyi the points that need to be paid attention to. It felt like he was in a culinary school.

It was only at this moment that Gao Bingyi didn't know what a chef is and what a master is. At first, he was afraid that this girl was young, so he just talked about it. Now when he sees her stretching out his hand, he is convinced. Don't talk about himself, he is his master. Among all the chefs I have seen, there is no such high cooking skill.

A layman is just watching the fun, but Gao Bingyi is a real expert. Just by watching An Ran hold a knife, he knows that this is a master beyond his reach. The smooth knife skills and unmanageable pig's head have turned into a knife in her hands. It was an extremely easy task, but in a blink of an eye, the pig's head was tidied up properly, and every step of dividing the pig's head was done with ease. Watching her cook is simply a kind of enjoyment, and I will look forward to the finished dishes. smell.

The most important thing is that he is a master, but he didn't hide his secrets, but explained it to himself bit by bit, word by word, which made Gao Bingyi extremely excited. Chef An, have you really told me these secrets?"

An Ran raised her eyebrows and glanced at him: "It's not a trick, it's just something to pay attention to. Even so, if you want to cook this rotten pig's head well, you need extra patience. If you are negligent, you will fail. There is also the heat. Remember, the fire should not be too hot, and the soup in the pot should always be kept boiling. The fire should be too low and not crispy enough. It needs to be just right. In addition, the amount of seasoning should be considered according to the size of the pig’s head. In this way, This grilled rotten pig's head is more than half done."

Gouzi stuck out his tongue: "My mother, it's only half of it."

An Ran nodded: "There is the last process, which is also the most important process of this dish."

As he said that, he carefully picked up the crispy pig's head stewed in the pot and put it on the large disc prepared earlier in the morning, and began to sort it out: "Be extra careful, the tongue must be covered with the head meat face up, and then the gills, pig's ears, The eyeballs are installed according to the original parts of the pig's head, and then shaped into a whole pig's head, poured with original juice and garnished with coriander leaves, this is the grilled whole pig's head."

After this dish was served, An Ran took the dog and left Fuchun Residence. Before leaving, he gave Gao Bingyi the detailed steps of this roasted whole pig's head that he wrote down yesterday. As for the other two dishes, they are the basic dishes of southern cuisine. Southern cooks, if they can't do well, it's really unjustifiable.

Gouzi kept asking this and that all the way, and he never stopped opening his mouth, twittering like a little sparrow, An Ran didn't listen to what he said at all, knowing that the little guy was just a little too excited.

Suddenly seeing the signboard of Anji Restaurant not far ahead, Anran couldn't tell what it was like, she didn't pay attention when she first came here, she subconsciously turned her head to look over, but saw an acquaintance, although she passed by, Anran still saw it clearly That day when I went to Anji Restaurant in the east of the city to question Anzihe, the third master of Anfu, An Jiashu, came out behind Anzihe.

After all, it was impossible for him to admit his mistake with that face that was somewhat similar to An Jiamu's. He was taken aback and hurriedly lowered his head, but he couldn't help laughing. He was afraid that the third master didn't even remember who he was, but why did he Come back to Qizhou?Now that he's here, will An Jiamu come?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little scared, hurriedly told the handlebars to hurry up, returned to the small courtyard and plunged into the house and couldn't get out.

Gouzi didn't pay attention to Anran's strangeness at all. The little guy was excited at the moment, and he was still not satisfied after talking to Anran all the way. Now he squatted next to his mother and began to talk about Anran's cooking process, how good his knife skills are, and how etc.

Gouziniang couldn't help laughing: "Let me tell you, it's not cooking, Miss An is picking flowers."

Gouzi hurriedly said: "Mother, don't believe me, Sister An is amazing, cooking dishes is even more beautiful than picking flowers. My teacher and uncle were dumbfounded. When I came back, I quietly asked me to pay homage to Sister An even if I insist on it." Master, thanks to Sister An, Gouzi will be the most powerful chef in the future, and if he can stand out in the future, he will honor his ancestors and let his mother enjoy the happiness with me."

The Gouziniang glanced sideways at Westinghouse, and sighed secretly, but she didn't know if Gouzi had such good luck.

An Ran didn't go out for two days, afraid that An Jiamu would follow his brother to Qizhou and run into him, if he aroused that man's thoughts again, his effort would be in vain.

Since you don't go out, you can clean up your own house. Other things are fine. The kang needs to be heated in advance, so it can be used when it is cold.

Now An Ran doesn't have to worry about income anymore. Although the days are short, Shuan Ziniang and her husband are extremely capable. The business of pig head meat is now booming. I don't care if I don't want the [-]% profit, and I will deliver it on time. , I gave myself three taels of silver in the first month.

Three taels of silver is already considered a huge sum of money here. Back then, a girl like myself was only one tael of silver. If you buy someone like yourself for three taels of silver, you can buy three. Sometimes when you think about it, people are really the most worthless .

Therefore, Anran is not short of money now, and she has no place to spend money at all, the rent, the bitch does not want it, and she also takes care of Anran's three meals a day, food and housing, the only place where Anran spends money is Go out and buy some gadgets and snacks, these are just a few dollars.

In addition to the deposits brought out from Jizhou Mansion before, even if Anyuan was given ten taels of redemption money, in addition to his own wages and rewards, two senior brothers secretly gave him two bank notes before leaving, one for 100 yuan. Two, 200 taels a piece, so An Ran is considered a very rich woman.

It's not that she knows she can't stay in Qizhou, so she really wants to buy a small courtyard by the water and settle here, but unfortunately, she has to go elsewhere, or, when she gets old, she can consider living here for the elderly.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing, she is only sixteen now, and she is at least decades away from old age.

Seeing that the sun is good today, An Ran simply took off the quilt, rolled up her trouser legs and carried a wooden bucket, and went outside to wash the sheets by the river.

When going out, Shuan Ziniang saw that she wanted to help, so Anran refused without hesitation. Just kidding, she is not a rich lady, and she can be served by others. Besides, she thinks washing clothes is also a rare pleasure. It is absolutely impossible to understand in modern times. Jizhou Mansion is just taking a basin to wash on the well platform, which is different from washing in the river.

What's more, the river here is full of springs, the river water is clear, and accompanied by the sound of gurgling and surging, even a boring thing like washing clothes has become extraordinarily interesting.It's just that the water in the river is really cool in autumn. If it's a hot summer season, standing in the cool water for a while will definitely not be cool.

The sun was just right, shining into the clear river water, and the colorful pebbles reflected in the water were very beautiful. An Ran picked up a few pieces and looked at the sun. They were not as good as the Yuhua Stones in Nanjing, but they also had a different kind of quaintness. Cheng Tianran thought that he could put it on his desk as a decoration, so he bent down to pick it up, found several interesting ones, and looked carefully at the sun.

But suddenly I heard Gouzi Niang exclaimed: "It's amazing, why did Miss An go into the water? It's already autumn, and catching a cold is a lifetime thing. Come up quickly, there is a visitor looking for the girl."

An Ran was stunned and looked sideways, and saw a person standing on the shore, he looked over 60 years old, his temples were already graying, and although he was dressed in simple clothes, he was elegant and heavy in his bones, and let An Ran know that this person might not be ordinary people.

At this time, he was looking at An Ran with great interest, with obvious surprise in his eyes. An Ran caught a glimpse of Gao Bingyi, who was at a loss and looked guilty, and probably guessed who this was, probably the one who asked to eat the roasted whole pig's head. Mr. Mei, it seems that my fun of looking for stones is over early today. Fortunately, the clothes have been washed.

An Ran put on her shoes and went up with the wooden barrel, Gouzi Niang hurriedly took the wooden barrel from her hand, and said in a low voice: "Girl, don't blame Gouzi, his uncle, he can't do anything about it."

An Ran nodded, adjusted her clothes, and squatted down: "An Ran has met Mr. Mei."

The old man was stunned for a moment: "How do you know I'm Mr. Mei, and you haven't seen me?"

An Ran: "Chef Gao said the same day that Mr. Mei ordered three heads of southern dishes. Apart from Mr. Mei, An Ran couldn't think of anyone else?"

The old gentleman laughed, pointed at her and said, "You girl is really smart. I didn't force Gao Bingyi, but he wanted to hide it from the old man. He knows that the old man eats the best food in his life, but he hides your good taste." Craftsman girl, this is making things difficult for the old man."

Gao Bingyi's face was flushed, and he hurriedly said: "Don't dare, dare not, it was Chef An who told me earlier in the morning, so I concealed it from my husband."

The old gentleman shook his head: "It's not that the old man said that if you can make such an authentic grilled pig's head, not to mention in Yanzhou Prefecture, you will be a first-class chef in Jiangnan. How can you live in Fuchun?" .”

In a word, Gao Bingyi's face turned even redder. If it wasn't for An Ran's insistence, he wouldn't dare to impersonate himself. He knows better than anyone else that his culinary skills are high or low, but he can't be fooled. These people are all famous Eat masters, especially Mr. Mei, who has accompanied the emperor to the south of the Yangtze River several times. Why haven't you eaten, you can taste the authenticity with one bite.

The three heads of southern dishes, except An Ran's grilled whole pig's head, which was highly praised by the husband, and the steamed lion's head and braised silver carp head made by myself were useless by the husband.

This gentleman has a very good temper, the only thing is that he is very picky about his food, and if there is something wrong, he will be merciless, so, after only one bite, he will be sure that the pig's head is not made by himself, and he must force himself to find the correct one. Lord, I had no choice but to bring my husband here.

Moreover, the husband also promised himself one thing. As long as he brings him to find someone, the husband will find someone to set up Fuchunju. In the future, they, the southern cooks, will also have a place to settle down. This is for Gao Bingyi It was a big event that was hard to refuse, so he had no choice but to break his promise to An Ran.

After a few words, An Ran could almost figure out the temperament of this Mr. Mei. To put it bluntly, this is another foodie, and he is also a foodie with a very tricky mouth. Serving, eating a dish is very particular, it has reached the level of a tortoise, the color, smell, and shape can almost make them useless, and they like to embarrass the cook, what is difficult to cook, and what to order.

However, it has to be admitted that this type of people is also the best at eating, most of them are gourmets, and they also practice the skills of a cook the most. If every dish they cook can pass their mouths, then they are definitely worthy of the name chef.

Anyway, he is a well-known person and an old man, politeness is a must, An Ran let Mr. Mei enter the small courtyard, and after entering, An Ran just realized that the servant following Mr. Mei was a bit weird.

The reason why An Ran's idea was aroused was that he was wearing a half mask on his face, so he could see the traces of the fire in the uncovered area. It was horrifying to see, An Ran took a step back subconsciously, but she didn't hear Mr. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, this is my entourage. There was a fire at home, but his life was saved, but his face was burned. Don't look at his scary face. He has a very stable temper and can fight. He brought it with him, and told him to wear half a mask, so as not to frighten the children on the street."

An Ran just nodded, it was quite scary, she didn't dare to stare at it, but suddenly she heard her husband's order: "The girl is timid, you should wait outside." The sound was like a broken organ, very unpleasant, but fortunately he was not in front of him, otherwise, it would really challenge An Ran's courage, she is not timid, but this man's face is really scary.

An Ran let the old man sit in the courtyard, and wanted to make tea for him, but thought that her own tea was the Gao Mo bought by Gou Zi a while ago, so she might not be able to eat it, but she could only make it He took out a cup, and sure enough, the old gentleman put it down after taking a sip, and looked at An Ran: "Girl, you are a good crafter, tell me, who is your master? This Dayan is a famous cook, I'm afraid there is no one I don't know .”

An Ran blinked her eyes: "Since that's the case, why don't you come and guess who An Ran's master is?"

Mr. Mei laughed: "From the grilled whole pig's head you made, it's so authentic. It reminds me of a person. Gao Bingyi said that you came from Jizhou, and now the old man is also in Jizhou Mansion, could it be that your master is Zheng Chunyang."

Gao Bingyi next to him staggered and almost fell to the ground. He thought, no wonder he has such a good craftsmanship. It turns out that Zheng Chunyang is the apprentice of Mr. Zheng. Ah, although the old man has two apprentices, they are both men. Why didn't I hear when he accepted such a female apprentice.

An Ran laughed: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from Mister."

Mr. Mei was stunned: "You are really old man Zheng's apprentice. I don't know when the old man accepted a female disciple like you. What's more, old man Zheng hurt his hand five years ago, so I'm afraid he can't do it now." What about the stove?"

As soon as An Ran mentioned this, An Ran felt that Han Zizhang was really not a thing. The master let him go, but he was lucky. He wished he could kill them all, so he raised his head: "You can't cook, the master is also worthy of the name of the best chef in the world."

The gentleman laughed: "It really is a master or an apprentice. Now I believe it. You are old man Zheng's apprentice. This arrogance is exactly the same. When the old man was still in the palace, he wanted to eat something good. Your master is a lot of embarrassment to the old man, and he has been thinking about the old man for several years, by the way, your master has a unique skill that cannot be disclosed, do you know?"

An Ran raised her eyebrows: "Mr. Mo Fei is talking about broken gold rice."

When the old man heard it, his eyes lit up, and his foodie nature was exposed: "Yes, yes, it's this broken gold rice, have you learned it yet?"

"Master told me."

When the old gentleman heard it, he was immediately discouraged: "I've heard of it, yes, the old man can't go to the stove now, and he probably can't teach you himself. It's a pity." Your master's Broken Gold Rice is a must."

An Ran couldn't help laughing: "Although the master only told me, I have done it a few times."

The old gentleman immediately regained his spirits: "You really know how to do it?"

An Ran nodded: "Yes."

The old gentleman couldn't wait to say: "Then, how about you do it for the old man now?"

Probably felt that he was too eager and disgraceful, so he coughed: "Well, the old man will guide you for your master by the way, I think it's not authentic."

An Ran finally understands, this old gentleman is a real foodie, probably, when the master was in the imperial dining room, this man pestered the master a lot, and where to eat, otherwise, with the master's good self-cultivation, he would definitely not refuse he.

What's more, since he dared to order the imperial chef, he must have a high status, so how could he be in this Yanzhou mansion.

After An Ran hesitated, the old man thought that An Ran would not agree, so he immediately said: "So, as long as your piece of broken gold rice fits the old man's mouth, the old man will agree with you, how about it?"

When he said this, an idea flashed in An Ran's mind, and she really remembered one thing, if he was willing to stand out, it would be a perfect fit.

(End of this chapter)