self-improvement as a cook

Chapter 47

"Master, master, it's snowing..." Gouzi's voice came, An Ran woke up suddenly, looked at the white rice paper with only a few words written on it, her cheeks were hot, and she had done the kung fu in such a short while A dream, or a confession dream.Could it be that he wanted a man so much, or that he liked Mei Da so much that he wanted to confess his love.

When An Ran was in a daze, Gou Zi had already entered the house, and Mei Da was not there, which gave the two young apprentices a chance to perform. Moreover, the division of labor and cooperation between the two had a tacit understanding.

Because Gouzi needs to go home at night, during the day, Gouzi usually comes to clean up Anran’s small courtyard, boil water, make tea, and when Gouzi comes home, Shunzi takes over. Knowing that Anran is used to bathing every day, he comes to fetch water for the master every day. , quite filial piety.

Although these two little apprentices sometimes like to be lazy, they are only ten years old and they are both brats, so it's strange that they don't have a playful heart.

Gouzi poured a cup of freshly brewed tea and put it on the kang table, wrapped the teapot in a warm jacket to keep warm, kept looking out of the window, and began to find nothing to say: "Master, it's snowing, this year it's snowing It’s really early, my mother said that the auspicious snow is a sign of a good year, this year’s snow is early, and next year must be a good year.”

Seeing that his heart seemed to grow grass, An Ran knew that Shun Zi must have urged him to come here. The two of them had discussed where to go to play. After thinking about it, it was good for the children in the snow to go out for a run, so she said: "No need. You are playing around with the master, if you want to play, go and play, I will let you and Shunzi have a day off today, but you are not allowed to play in the river, the ice is not firm just after freezing, and you will die if you fall."

Gouzi's eyes lit up: "Master, don't worry, Shunzi and I know something, it's just that Uncle Shuanzi is here today."

An Ran understood as soon as she heard it. She heard from Mrs. Shuan Zi that Uncle Shuan Zi was a shadow puppet craftsman and made a living by playing shadow puppets everywhere. He would come to Shuan Zi's house twice a year to see his sister and brother-in-law.

The children around him were very happy when he came, and pestered them to put on a shadow puppet show, just like Chinese New Year, even if there was no stage, no accompaniment by beating gongs and drums, just a few dry raps from Uncle Shuanzi could still make people happy. The children have been excited for a long time. Children from poor families don't have much fun. Such fun is already very satisfying.

An Ran nodded: "Go." Just as the dog was about to run away, An Ran called him out again, and grabbed a handful of maltose from the candy box in the kang that he went out to buy last time.Gouzi cheered happily and ran away, An Ran couldn't help shaking her head and laughing, after all, she is a child, easy to be satisfied, a few pieces of candy can be so happy.

Thinking of Gouzi saying it was snowing, and thinking of the dream just now, he touched his face, it was still a little hot, drank a few sips of tea, got down to the ground and splashed some water in the washbasin, felt that the heat had gone down, so he put on his cloak walked out.

The cloak was made for her by the Gouziniang, who is in poor health, but she is good at sewing. The new cotton was pressed and wadding in, the stitches were tightly sewn, and the small edge was pinched and rolled. The fabric is ordinary, but it is also monotonous plain blue, and An Ran is still pleasantly surprised by how well it is made. The most important thing is warmth.

An Ran wore a cloak and went out of the house, and saw snowflakes falling like catkins all over the sky in March. In an instant, the eaves and ridges of the house were dyed white, and a few flowers and trees in the yard were also covered with a layer of fine snow. The north wind shook off the snowflakes from the trees, drilled into the porch, and fell on An Ran's face.

An Ran hurriedly lowered her head, waited to raise her head, and found that there was really a person standing by the door of the Moon Cave, it was Mei Da, the situation was exactly the same as in the dream just now, An Ran was stunned for a while, not knowing whether she should go or not.

Let her run over and confess boldly like in a dream, but she can't do it, she is not that Mongolian doctor after all, sometimes, An Ran really admires Lin Xing'er, and she is very envious, she can live so freely, no matter when, It is also extremely difficult to do whatever you want.

My temperament is not the type that is too outgoing, too reserved and a bit hypocritical, but she is her temperament and cannot be changed.

Moreover, she felt that it would take time. After all, the time she had known each other was too short. She just felt comfortable together, but she didn't really understand each other. She suddenly thought of An Jiamu. The man who fell in love with himself later realized that everything was an illusion.

I'm not a smart woman, so it's better to be careful and careful, but I still miss her a lot after not seeing her for more than a month: "Brother Mei, you're back." This is all An Ran can express.

But Mei Da came over, with unmelted snowflakes on his shoulders, the mask on his face seemed to have changed, he seemed to be more comfortable than before, he was tall, standing in front of An Ran, he could only face her with a slight bow Looking at him, there seemed to be something like longing in his eyes. After looking at it for a long time, it made people blush and heartbeat.

An Ran looked away slightly, and said in a low voice: "An Ran thought that Big Brother Mei would not come back."

Mei Da suddenly pulled her hand, Anran wanted to hide subconsciously, but remembered that he was going to talk to her, so she didn't move, the moment her hand was grabbed by him, Anran clearly heard the sound of her heartbeat, so rapid and thumping Plopping, as if it had become some kind of malfunction, the heat wave that had finally receded rushed up again.

It took a lot of effort to feel what he was writing on the palm of his hand. What he wrote was: "Do you hope I don't come back?"

How could I hope that he would not come back, if so, how could it be like this, but I didn’t know how to answer, saying that I hoped that he would come back, it seemed to be the same as confessing, saying that I didn’t want him was really against my will, I was silent for a long time, I lowered my head and stared at his face Boots froze.

His boots were covered with mud and water, as if he had returned from a long journey, and he couldn't help asking, "Where did you go?"

Mei Da wrote two words on her hand, and An Ran looked up at him: "You went to the capital."

Mei Da nodded, and when he got closer, An Ran realized that he was covered with dust and dust. After driving for a long distance, the clothes outside were soaked in snow, An Ran quickly pushed him: "Hurry up and change your clothes, I'll cook ginger for you." Tang, in such a cold day, if the cold enters the room, one will be sick."

Mei Da looked down at her, and wrote on her hand: "Wait for me." She turned and went back to his yard.

I don't know if I was thinking too much, An Ran always felt that the last two words written by Mei Da were somewhat ambiguous, touched her face, it was still a little hot, she couldn't help shaking her head and laughing, she really became a girl of sixteen Ah, a [-]-year-old young woman can still blush and her heart beats. It's not a real experience, and she wouldn't believe it if she killed An Ran.

He walked to the kitchen, took off his cloak and put it on the bench beside him, thinking that Mei Dada must have come back all the way, so he must not have time to eat, so he might as well make him a bowl of noodle soup.

After thinking about it, I started kneading the noodles. Cut the noodles into thinner pieces, put them in boiling water, take them out, mix them with the thick broth, add more shredded ginger and pepper, balsamic vinegar, and two drops of sesame oil , put it in a blue and white big sea bowl, put two cabbage hearts on top, fry a poached egg, and a bowl of homemade ginger hot and sour noodle soup is ready. It is steaming hot and moderately hot and sour. Well, warm up your body and stomach.

Once the fire in the kitchen was suffocated, it became a bit cold, An Ran thought about it and asked Mei Da to go to her own room to eat, when she said this, An Ran was a little embarrassed, always felt that she was a bit seductive by doing so, but I also thought that Mr. Mei came a while ago, and he was also sitting in his room.

Qizhou is cold in winter, and An Ran is not used to lighting a charcoal brazier, so he can only burn the kang to keep warm. The main room is too cold to sit, so he can only go into the back room. Moreover, it is the custom of Qizhou that most of the guests come to the kang. One is warm, and the other is an expression of intimacy. This is the case in ordinary people's homes. No matter how entangled they are, they will appear to be dirty.

Mei Da didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and went directly into An Ran's room.

Although Fuchunju has the shape of a courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River, because of the climate, the house has to be heated, so it is a bit nondescript, but An Ran likes it, just like the dispute between the north and the south cooks. You must cook southern dishes, so what if the cooks from the north cook southern dishes, and innovation and development can only be achieved by inclusiveness.

Although Mei Da ate quickly, he looked quite elegant when he looked closely, but the steam was steaming on his mask, which made him look a little awkward.

An Ran wanted to open her mouth to let him take off the mask, but she felt it was wrong, so she could only bear with it. After he finished eating, he still packed the bowl into the stove to wash, An Ran poured a cup of tea from the thermos and handed it to him.

She didn't speak, and he didn't speak, the room was very quiet for a while, only the sound of snow falling outside, after an unknown amount of time, Mei Da pulled her hand and wrote a few words: "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

An Ran was stunned for a moment: "Where are you going?" As soon as he finished speaking, Mei Da dragged him out, and when he reached the side door, An Ran saw a tall horse tied outside, and Mei Da lifted him onto the horse's back before he recovered.

An Ran was startled, and hurriedly grabbed the saddle. Among all the sports, An Ran couldn't learn horse riding alone. Lin Xing'er said she was an idiot, and she couldn't learn such a simple thing.

An Ran didn't feel that she was stupid, everyone has their own strengths, how could it be decathlon, he lost to that woman in horse riding, if it was in rock climbing, a hundred Lin Xing'er would be worthless.

But horses are really scary. I didn’t feel much about riding a donkey before, but donkeys are not the same as horses. Donkeys are gentle and small. Moreover, when I was sitting on the donkey’s back, it was led by my elder brother Zhou Tai. Apart from being a little bumpy, I felt safe. It's not much different from sitting on a stool.

But this is a horse, tall and tall, probably felt that An Ran was not the owner, so he scratched his hooves twice and snorted in displeasure. Feeling warm behind him, he was pulled into his arms.

Before An Ran had time to be ashamed, the horse neighed, and then rushed out. This speed was not at all comparable to riding a donkey.

All An Ran could do was to lie in Mei Da's arms in a somewhat strange posture, her two little hands firmly grasping his clothes, feeling the cold wind swirling snow particles quickly slipping past the two of them.

Fortunately, Mei Da's cloak was so wide that it almost covered her completely, so she didn't feel too cold, but felt the high-frequency bumps under her body, and the speed must not be slow.

When the horse stopped, An Ran felt that she was about to fall apart, but there was still something that couldn't tell whether it was excitement or shyness, slowly fermenting in her heart, like distiller's yeast, but at some point, fine wine would be brewed.

The horse stopped, but Mei Da did not let her go, but pulled off the cloak. The beautiful scenery in front of her eyes made An Ran almost forget the cold. It turns out that the snow scene of Daming Lake can be so beautiful. Like the most authentic ink painting, even if it is just a monotonous color, it has a soul-stirring beauty.

However, whether this is the first date between her and Mei Da, even though the two of them did not speak, but quietly leaned on the horse's back, it gave An Ran a feeling similar to running away. For a moment, she even felt that It is also a good thing to ride horses with the man behind you.

An Ran didn't know what kind of relationship she had with Mei Da now. After returning from Daming Lake, she resumed the previous way of getting along with each other. Mei Da still took care of the trivial matters of Fuchun Residence, and by the way helped An Ran chop firewood and carry water to do some physical work.However, there were some small changes, for example, the place where the two of them ate was moved from the stove room to the safe room.

As soon as Mei Da came back, Shun Zi and Gou Zi became much more honest. For some reason, the two little fellows were most afraid of Mei Da. As long as Mei Da was here with An Ran, the two little apprentices would never see her again.

However, after a month of hard training, the two young apprentices have made great progress in their knife skills. Now An Ran only allows them to practice for two hours, and the rest will go to the kitchen to watch Gao Bingyi cook.

This month, An Ran didn't always stay in the house. When she had free time, she helped Gao Bingyi go through all the recipes of southern dishes. Gao Bingyi is a talented and hardworking person. He has experience and skills in everything, but for some dishes The understanding is not very clear, but he is quite smart. Generally, he can understand if he just clicks on him, or if he does it once.

Because of this, Gao Bingyi's culinary skills can be said to be advancing by leaps and bounds. Nowadays, Fuchun Residence is mostly supported by him. He only comes to invite An Ran when he meets uncertain or particularly important guests. Nowadays, the number of times he invites An Ran is less and less. up.

With Gao Bingyi here, An Ran reckons that she will be able to leave Qizhou in the spring of next year. She plans to go to Chengdu for the next stop. She wants to see how the ancient Sichuan cuisine is different from the modern one. Chunju, but the man who was chopping firewood in the yard.

It's cold, and although we use a lot of firewood, there's no need to chop it every day, but this man seems to regard this as something he must do every day, and he has to chop it for a long time every day. The two of them moved to the front kitchen a lot, but this man still hacked every day, An Ran refused to listen to her persuasion, so he let him go.

Moreover, An Ran really doesn't know what this man is thinking. The matter of the two of them riding their horses to Daming Lake that day is like a dream when they wake up from the dream. Everything is business as usual, but he doesn't know what will happen to him when he leaves next year?

Just as he was thinking, Shunzi suddenly ran in: "Master, master, it's not good, Liu Cheng, the owner of Yanhetang, has sent you a challenge letter, saying that in three days, the new chef hired by Yanhetang will come to Fuzhou. Chunju will have a cooking competition with you."

An Ran slightly raised her eyebrows, and sure enough she came, opened the challenge book and looked, the signature was indeed Cui Qing.

An Ran's courtyard is very lively today, Mr. Mei, Mr. Mei, and Gao Bingyi are all there.There is a charcoal stove on the table in the main room. There is nothing left in the assorted hot pot on the stove, but it is still gurgling, making the room warm.

An Ran took the pot down and replaced it with a kettle, and Shunzi cleverly brought over the tea set and tea pot. The tea set was sent by Mr. Mei, and An Ran knew that the old man thought his tea set was not good, so she sent someone to send this.

Although An Ran is a cook, she knows a lot about tea, but under the influence of her master, she still likes to drink the simplest and cheapest high foam.But Mr. Mei didn't like it, so when he came, An Ran would take out the tea set he gave.

The tea cup is a treasure of Ru Kiln, with its faint sky blue color and patchwork cicada wing pattern, it reminds An Ran repeatedly that its value is countless times more expensive than the ordinary celadon bowls she usually uses. The son took Biluochun from the kitchen in Fuchunju.

Because there is a famous dish of Biluochun in southern cuisine, most customers will order it. Therefore, Biluochun from Fuchunju is specially transported from the south. Even if it is not the best, it is worthy of this tea set.

When the water boiled, it was slowly poured into the teacup, and first held by Mr. Mei, Mr. Mei looked down, took a sip, and frowned slightly.

An Ran couldn't help sighing, it seemed that the old man was still not satisfied, he might bring himself a jar of tea next time.

Mr. Mei put down the teacup and looked at An Ran: "He also said that after the last challenge, it would be peaceful. I don't want to. Cui Qing popped up again in just a few days, girl. This Cui Qing is not Zhao Laoliu and his ilk, he is Han Zizhang's apprentice was a chef from the southern sect before, with superb cooking skills, when he competed with the chef of Songyuelou in Suzhou, he won two games in a row."

Songyue Tower?An Ran was stunned, Songyuelou of Cui Cheng's House, it seems that Songyuelou of Cui Cheng's House has a good reputation in the south, otherwise, Cui Qing would not have to compete with the chef of Songyuelou.

Gao Bingyi: "I've heard of it too."

Mr. Mei: "The reason why Han Zizhang asked Cui Qing to come to Qizhou is because of the previous competition. Last time you beat the cooks from the North with three dishes of northern cuisine. He asked Cui Qing to come to Qizhou. I think he won with three dishes of southern cuisine. You, a southern cuisine cook, just saved Han Zizhang's face."

Seeing An Ran's indifferent look, he couldn't help shaking his head: "Girl, don't underestimate the enemy, this time is different."

"An Ran doesn't underestimate the enemy. He just doesn't think it's necessary to think too much. It's useless for us to worry here. We won't find out until Cui Qing arrives. After you say that, An Ran can't wait to see how his cooking skills are. Superb."

Mr. Mei shook his head.

Gao Bingyi was relieved. Although Mr. Mei had seen An Ran's competition, he didn't have a deep and intuitive understanding of An Ran's cooking skills. He was taught by himself, although sometimes An Ran only orders one sentence, but this one sentence is the essence of a dish, without this sentence, the dish he made would not be on the table, it would be unauthentic.

Nowadays, who would dare to say that their southern cuisine is not good? Among the chefs of southern cuisine in Yanzhou Prefecture, he is considered to be the first. Even Mr. Mei, who has a bad mouth, said that his dishes are authentic, which shows that he has improved.

I only have such accomplishments just by getting a word from the girl, but I think how exquisite the girl's southern cuisine is, even if it is Cui Qing, she is definitely not the girl's match.

Gao Bingyi has fallen into a mad worship of An Ran. For him, Dayan probably has no better cook than An Ran, so he firmly believes that An Ran will win.

Although An Ran himself was not sure of winning, he didn't feel that he would lose. He was a time traveler, and with hundreds or even thousands of years of heritage, it would be unreasonable to lose to an ancient cook.

And An Ran was also very curious, which southern dishes Cui Qing wanted to compare with herself?
On the day of the competition, before dawn, Fuchunju was besieged with three floors inside and three floors outside. Because of this incident, Fuchunju had to post a notice to close for a day.

Sometimes An Ran really felt that it was not easy to open a restaurant, and people would come to challenge her cooking skills every three days, which delayed the serious business.

However, those well-known diners and veterans in Qizhou Prefecture said that they did not want to miss this opportunity to open their eyes. They all said that your Fuchun House is closed, and we have a table, but we still have to come, and there is no one in the back kitchen to cook. It doesn't matter, as long as there is a buddy to take care of the tea, you can pay as much money as you want at the table, and you won't lose a penny. One is richer than the other, and you are willing to spend as much money as you want to watch the fun.

Mei Da had no choice but to agree. Considering so many spectators, she chose the largest hall in the middle of Fuchun Residence, which opened to two large courtyards.

An Ran gave him a note and put benches. As for tea and snacks, set up two rows of long tables on top of them. Whoever wants to eat and take what they want will free up a lot of space, and they can also put a few charcoal fires. Use a basin to keep warm, otherwise, sitting in the yard on a cold day would be a sight to behold.

As for the inside, it is natural that the magistrates and the gentlemen are the owners of the Eight Great Restaurants in Qizhou, and the stove has also been moved to the hallway.

On the day of the competition, it was a rare sunny day, the warm autumn sun set and the yard was warm, and with several pots of charcoal fires lit early in the morning, it didn't feel cold.

Tea and snacks are placed on the long tables on both sides as An Ran said. If you want to eat and drink, you can get them by standing up and walking two steps, which is very convenient.

Mei Da also asked her how she came up with such a good idea, An Ran almost laughed out loud, if he had eaten the buffet, he wouldn’t think it was unusual, by the way, the buffet, maybe he can try it in Fuchunju , not for diners, it can be regarded as a benefit to reward the hardworking employees during the Chinese New Year.

Just as he was thinking, he heard Gao Bingyi beside him whisper, "Here we come."

An Ran couldn't help looking over, and saw Liang Zisheng surrounded by Liu Cheng and Zhao Laoliu, the bosses of Yanhetang, a short fat man came in in the middle, with a dark face, and he was much shorter than Liu Cheng and Zhao Laoliu next to him. One head, it's a bit more comical than two people crowding in the middle, and the gaze that glanced at him is rather obscene, and, looking at it, his face is not very good, as if he has been drinking too much.

An Ran couldn't help frowning, and Mr. Mei took a look at Liang Zisheng: "Master Liang is really idle, and I'm coming to Fuchun Residence again in a few days. I don't know, but even if you are Master Liang, you don't want to eat my rich man. Chunju's southern cuisine."

Liang Zisheng's face froze slightly: "Sir, you are joking." Last time I was too embarrassed, I didn't want to come this time, but it was Han Zizhang's direct disciple Cui Qing who came, but I had to give it face and turned slightly: "This is Chef Cui, the direct disciple of Chef Han. I wonder if you have seen him before?"

Mr. Mei glanced at Cui Qing: "It's a coincidence. When I saw Chef Cui last time, I remembered that you are a cook from the Southern School. How come you turned around and became Han Zizhang's apprentice."

Mr. Mei's words exposed Cui Qing's old background. The most taboo thing in the kitchen industry is to betray the master. Cui Qing worshiped the master of the Southern School before, but after learning a craft, he voted for Han Zizhang of the Northern School.

Even though he was afraid of Han Zizhang's status and didn't dare to say anything, he looked down on this kind of person in his heart. In the kitchen, this person is considered a stinky person all over the street.

Since he was able to do such a thing, his face was already on the back of his neck. After hearing Mr. Mei's words, he didn't even blush at all. Instead, he laughed a few times: "What Mr. Does a good bird choose a tree to live in? Although Cui Qing is a cook, it would be a mistake to ask a good master to succeed."

Mr. Mei snorted: "A good bird chooses a tree to live in, and a virtuous minister chooses a master to serve. If you say you are a virtuous minister, you will put gold on your face."

Cui Qing's expression changed a few times, after all he didn't dare to offend Mr. Mei.

Liang Zisheng hurriedly changed the subject, and looked at An Ran: "Last time I saw the girl's cooking skills, and I was really amazed. Now that I have this opportunity, I am even more reluctant to miss it. I'm here to join in the fun. Miss Monsters are."

An Ran was a little surprised when he spoke very politely, but he knew that most of these officials were duplicitous people, don't look at the smiles on their faces, they may be thinking about something in their hearts, if they are not on guard, they may be hit by some poisonous tricks, slightly Fu: "Your Excellency is able to come, and Fuchun is in full bloom, and An Ran feels even more honored. Your Excellency, please take a seat."

Liang Zisheng nodded slightly, and sat at the front table with several gentlemen.

Cui Qing glanced at An Ran back and forth, and couldn't help laughing: "I heard in the capital that Zheng Chunyang has accepted a high-ranking apprentice, she is a girl who is as beautiful as a flower, I don't believe it in the next book, but now I look at it, it is really well-deserved, a girl like this pretty……"

Just as he was about to say something frivolous, Liang Zisheng hurriedly reprimanded him, "Cui Qing mustn't talk nonsense."

I can't help but sigh in my heart, what kind of master accepts what kind of apprentices, there is some truth in these words, although Zheng Chunyang lost to Han Zizhang back then, but just looking at Zheng Chunyang's apprentices, not to mention cooking skills, their character is much better than Han Zizhang's apprentices , although I have heard that Cui Qing is a hungry ghost, but you have to check the occasion anyway. This is not a brothel on Huajie, but Fuchun Residence, and the person standing opposite is not the top oiran in the brothel, but a chef with superb cooking skills. Cook, if you are fascinated by sex, you will lose face this time even more than last time.

Besides, just because of this girl's cooking skills and her outstanding looks, she has become famous now. The emperor is famous for her good cooking skills and delicious food. I don't know if I hear about this girl one day, I will have to be recruited into the palace. What kind of imperial chef contest? With this beauty, she might become the empress of the harem. At that time, Han Zizhang, no matter how powerful the imperial chef is, will be nothing more than a servant who serves others.

Although I am now standing on Han Zizhang's side, I don't want to offend this one, and I don't want Cui Qing to be so ignorant. What's more, this girl is under the care of Mr. Mei, and she is openly frivolous. Isn't she hitting Mr. Mei's old face? Arguing with Cui Qing, turning around and saying something casually in front of the emperor is enough to drink a pot by himself.

When Cui Qing saw that Liang Zisheng's face was livid and angry, he hurriedly stopped talking, and kept staring at An Ran with only one pair of eyes.

Zhao Laoliu hurriedly came over and said in a low voice: "Cousin, don't underestimate this girl's good looks and good cooking skills. Last time, she won all three North dishes. It's not that she let my nephew down. My job has already been ruined."

Cui Qing curled his lips, and said bluntly: "It can be seen that there are no cooks from the Northern School in Qizhou, and they can't even compare with a little girl. It's a shame."

He said that even Liu Cheng, the owner of the eight major restaurants in Qizhou, looked a bit unsightly, Qian Hong snorted coldly: "No more embarrassment than a Qizhou mansion, but Chef Cui, if he wins today, it's fine. If we lose, it’s not a small Qizhou government that loses, it’s Chef Han’s reputation that we lose, and we’re waiting to see Chef Cui’s skills.”

Cui Qing chuckled twice: "Since I'm here, I won't disgrace Master today." He said and looked at An Ran: "Last time you won with three northern dishes, this time we will compete with three southern dishes." , if I win, I won’t ask you to cut off your wrist. Such a little beauty, without a wrist, is so heartbreaking, but if you lose, give me Cui Qing to be a second wife, and you will be loved and enjoyed for a lifetime... ..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a scream, and a stone flew from nowhere, and hit him directly on the mouth, knocking out two front teeth, and it was so bloody that it looked very scary.

Zhao Laoliu couldn't help being anxious: "Whoever dares to openly injure the imperial chef, I will die."

Mei Da stood up.

"You..." When Zhao Laoliu looked at Mei Da, his imposing manner suddenly became a bit shorter. He knew that Mei Da belonged to Mr. Mei, and he couldn't afford to offend him, but he insisted: "You, what is it that you hurt someone for no reason? hero."

But I heard Mr. Mei say: "The fight is good, and if the old man hears that he is dirty, he will pull out his tongue directly. What's wrong with the imperial cook? Even if Mr. Wang and grandson treat women from good families lightly, he has violated my Dayan's law. Lv Dang rods for twenty, and only knocks out two front teeth, which is considered cheap for him."

"Zhao Laoliu, you got up with five people and six people. It wasn't Miss An who spared your dog's life that day. How can you bark now? That's right, you're so fucking insincere. You made a life-and-death document I can’t count, if you can’t afford to lose this person, just find a cesspit and drown yourself..." Mr. Zhao was blushing and blushing, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and get in.

Even the cooks from the Northern School spat on the ground several times to express their disdain.

Liang Zisheng saw it badly, and hurriedly said: "Even if you are Han Yuchu's apprentice, Cui Qing, don't belittle Miss An. I think you committed the first offense and forgive you. If you say frivolous words again, don't blame me for not being sympathetic." , you don't want to compare, if you don't compare, let's break up, don't delay Ren Fuchunju's business."

Cui Qing suffered a loss, only to realize that this is not a place where he can do whatever he wants, don't look at the small Qizhou Mansion, hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and the girl on the opposite side poking hard, can't help but feel a little regretful.

But he looked at Mei Da next to the little girl, and said in his heart, this guy must be this girl's concubine, let's swallow this now, and wait until I get a chance to see how Master Cui will deal with you, this little beauty will get it sooner or later When I get under my body, I have to ride happily.

He spat out the blood in his mouth, rinsed his mouth, and bowed his hands to Liang Zisheng: "Bi, I, Cui Qing, must win this girl today." I wanted to think about it, but now I must let her lose.

Thinking of this, he pointed at An Ran: "For this first dish, Master Cui will be your southern dish's fairy egg."

Everyone couldn't help but gasp. Although the fairy egg is a southern dish, it has been lost for a long time. No one knows the specific method. They only know that the finished dish has meat in the egg, but they don't know how the meat is put into the egg. It got the name fairy egg, but I didn't expect Cui Qing to be able to make it.

Liang Zisheng nodded slightly: "I've heard his name for a long time, but I've never seen it, let alone eaten it. If I can get a taste of this legendary fairy egg today, it would be a blessing in disguise."

Mr. Mei frowned slightly, and took a look at An Ran, seeing that An Ran still had that indifferent expression, looking carefully, there seemed to be irony in his eyes, and he suddenly let go of the idea, this girl seemed to have a plan in her chest, she must have The way to deal with it, could it be that she can also make this fairy egg?
An Ran naturally knows how fairy eggs are made. In the modern age of rapid technological development, there is no secret that cannot be cracked, not to mention, fairy eggs are really not very clever.

It is a trick to fool the layman. The method is very simple. Make a small opening on the egg, take out the egg yolk and fill it with minced pork, seal it with soybean flour, steam it first and then fry it. It's nothing, it's nothing, but how good Cui Qing's culinary skills are. With such a little trick, it is conceivable that he can teach this kind of apprentice, and his master Han Zizhang is not so good.

Seeing that the girl's expression didn't change, Cui Qing pretended to be holding on, and smiled sinisterly: "If you admit defeat now, it's not too late?"

An Ran smiled, and stretched out her hand: "An Ran wants to learn how wonderful Chef Cui's fairy eggs are?"

"Hmph, I don't cry when I don't see the coffin." Cui Qing looked at the stove: "The fairy egg is a unique skill that cannot be passed around, so it won't work like this."

With a wave of Mei Da's hand, the staff immediately tore down the curtains and surrounded Cui Qing so tightly that the people outside couldn't even see him, let alone how to cook.

About half an hour later, Cui Qing yelled: "Okay." Mei Da asked the assistant to remove the tent, and everyone gathered around, even Mr. Sun praised it very well, and looked at An Ran worriedly.

Cui Qing was triumphant: "What's the matter, do you admit defeat?" It's ridiculous to talk out of breath without front teeth.

An Ran walked over to have a look at the fairy egg he made, and said, "Your dish is called reborn, so, An Ran will make a dish that steals the sky and replaces the sun."

As he spoke, he looked at Mei Da: "Although this is not my best skill, since Chef Cui Zhuyu is ahead, I might as well follow suit."

Mei Dawei raised the corners of her lips and asked people to wrap up the tent.

An Ran was extremely fast, but it was ready in just a quarter of an hour. When the tent was removed, everyone couldn't help but look at each other when they saw a whole egg in the small cup in front of An Ran.

Cui Qing glanced at it, then laughed loudly: "You girl, are you crazy, what are you doing with a raw egg?"

An Ran shook her finger: "Otherwise, my eggs are cooked."

Cui Qing leaned forward and back with a smile: "It's not a skill if it's cooked, it's so funny." But An Ran picked up a spoon and tapped on the egg lightly.

The shell of the egg was broken, An Ran wrapped it open bit by bit, and put it on a plate. A smooth and whole egg appeared in front of everyone. An Ran took out a dagger from her waist and handed it to Liang Zisheng: "Master Liang, please cut it open."

Liang Zisheng didn't know what she wanted to do, it was just an egg, but he had no choice but to take the dagger and cut it from the middle.

When the egg was cut open, there was no sound from the surroundings. Even Liang Zisheng was stunned. He couldn't believe what he saw. It was a whole egg, but the yolk in the middle turned into meat.

Mr. Sun suddenly laughed: "It's such a trick, it's amazing, the old man has learned a lot today."

(End of this chapter)