Best Young Chef

After the meal came out of the pot, Zhao Zilong tasted it with some nervousness.

As he chewed the rice, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the taste.

When it was about to disappear, a faint pungency came out. When it diffused in his throat, it led to Zhao Zilong's sadness, which made him want to cry.

"That's the smell!"

Zhao Zilong clapped his thigh and exclaimed.

Meili's sister-in-law, who was taking a nap on the stool, was startled. She suddenly stood up and looked at Zhao Zilong. She looked pale and asked, "what's the matter? What's the matter?"

"Here, try it!"

Zhao Zilong smilingly brought a spoonful of rice to her lips.

"Well, it's very fragrant and mellow." Meili's sister-in-law looks at Zhao Zilong with admiration. When she swallows, she suddenly exclaims: "eh, how can there be a trace of spicy in the mellow fragrance?"

Although the beautiful sister-in-law could not enter the artistic conception that Zhao Zilong wanted to create, she also tasted it, which made her eyes full of ecstasy.

"Yes, indeed!" Zhao Zilong sipped his mouth and said with a smile, "the mellow fragrance reminds me of the past, and the spicy flavor leads to the vicissitudes of life. In such a sad taste, if the lacrimal glands are more developed, they will burst into tears on the spot."

"Sister-in-law Meili, it's up to you. I'll go out for a while."

Zhao Zilong packed the fried nostalgic rice and pedaled to Wang Yixian's house.

The green grass is fresh, and the bamboo forest is elegant. The thatched cottage shows a kind of ancient flavor in the moonlight. Zhao Zilong sat on the bluestone in front of the hut, staring at Wang Yixian chewing.

"How, how, does it taste good?"

After many experiments, Zhao Zilong successfully improved the nostalgic rice. In order to get a compliment from Wang Yixian, he came here in a hurry to offer his treasure. His face was full of eagerness.

"Well, the mellow flavor has not changed, but there is a little bit of spicy in the aftertaste, which is enough to evoke painful memories, make people become sentimental and return to their nature." Wang Yixian closed his eyes and pondered for a long time.

"So I made it?"

Hearing the speech, Zhao Zilong asked Wang Yixian excitedly.

"Well, your intelligence and diligence are really praiseworthy." Wang Yixian nodded and said with a smile to Zhao Zilong, "as long as you can restrain your color heart, your cooking skills will be greatly improved."

"Wang Yixian, why do you always mention this? I will pay attention to it later." Zhao Zilong scratched his head and said.

"Although your man can help you conquer women, he will consume too much energy, thus limiting your ontological development. I hope you can balance the relationship between them." Wang Yixian sighed.

"I'll keep your words in mind." Zhao Zilong nodded honestly.

"We should have a solid foundation in everything we do, and cooking is no exception."

"Now you have made many dishes and won high praise in the village. It seems that you have already entered the house, but in fact you have only the shape but not the marrow. If you want to be the best, you have to work hard. "

"Just like this nostalgic meal, only after tempering can it shine. Before that, you should first know how to taste. If you can take all the joys and sorrows into your heart, what's wrong with cooking? "

Wang Yixian was just like an omnipotent wise man. His words made Zhao Zilong suddenly open up.

"Thank you for your advice!"

After this period of contact, Zhao Zilong understands that Wang Yixian is definitely not simple. It's my own fortune to get his advice. Without hesitation, he knelt down and kowtowed with a thump on his forehead.

"Ha ha, you remind me of those boys in those years. The years are long and the time is in a hurry. In a twinkling of an eye, decades have passed, old man!" Wang Yixian grinned bitterly, a ray of vicissitudes flashed on his face.

"I don't like to hear that. You are so strong that you are old." Zhao Zilong eyebrows a pick, unconvinced to call a way: "say a sentence not to listen to, even if find a girl to you, estimate you are not ambiguous."

"I'm looking for a fight!" Wang Yixian eyebrows pick, a big hand in the air out.

Zhao Zilong, who had been ready for a long time, jumped three or four meters away with his youth and fled.

When he was secretly proud, he felt that there was a sudden wind behind him, and then an invisible wind rolled in his body and pulled him to Wang Yixian's body.

"I'm very old. You dare to tease me. It's time to fight."

Wang Yixian took out a bamboo stick and hit Zhao Zilong's ass. The speed and angle of the stick were not quick, but Zhao Zilong couldn't escape.

When the stick really hit his ass, it was so painful that he shivered all over.

"Wang Yixian, how did you do it?"

Zhao Zilong frowned and asked Wang Yixian in surprise.

"What, how?"

Wang Yixian looked at him with a smile and asked deliberately."The catch, and the fight."

Zhao Zilong pointed to the shoulder, and then pointed to the spanking.

"The hand grasps, the stick hits, this has what not to understand."

Looking at Zhao Zilong's expectant eyes, Wang Yixian shows off for the old.

"No, it must have used Qigong to gather Qi and control things from the air."

Zhao Zilong didn't want to say it, so he analyzed it himself: "as for the stick, I can't see through it. It's very easy to see it, but I can't hide it. Is it just an image that I see?"

After listening to Zhao Zilong's words, the smile on Wang Yixian's face suddenly solidified.

He blinked and began to reexamine the white boy in front of him.

"Wang Yixian, what do you think of me like this?" "Zhao Zilie said:" I can't guess from his neck

"No, you're all right."

Wang Yixian was stunned and said word by word.

"I Is that right? "

Zhao Zilong couldn't believe his ears.

"You are gifted, lucky and lucky. It seems that you are a bit bent just by practicing Qi. If you like, practice Tai Chi with me later and enjoy the charm of ancient times. "

Wang Yixian's next sentence shocked him even more.

"Tai Chi?" Zhao Zilong's eyes brightened.

"Well, it's Taiji, which is known as the source of all dharmas."

Wang Yixian nodded, a glimmer of satisfaction flashed on his face.

"Great. When will it start?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zilong's face was full of excitement.

"Don't worry. If you want to learn Taiji, you should not only have a certain foundation of Qigong, but also accept my three tests." Wang Yixian grinned with his beard and said to Zhao Zilong.

"What test?" Zhao Zilong's eyes widened.

"First, from today on, you are fully responsible for my three meals and two drinks a day: in the morning, I only eat fruit, in the evening, I have a light meal, and I have to eat something different. I have two live fish a week, a meat meal two days, and vegetables all at once..."

Wang Yixian criticizes with his fingers, while Zhao Zilong nods.

"Second, we should reduce the number of men and women's affairs. We should spend all the rest of our time except our daily life to store Qi. We should ensure that we can get through the first acupoint within one month and open your way of practicing Qi in an all-round way."

After solving the problem of eating, Wang Yixian began to put pressure on him.

"As for the third, I will not teach you until your body is strengthened to a certain extent and you have the ability to practice Tai Chi." Wang Yixian looked at Zhao Zilong, his eyes full of love.

In the following conversation, Zhao Zilong made a recipe according to Wang Yixian's first request. Zhao Zilong also made a detailed consultation on the second harsh request.

"It's just a month. I'll take it."

I couldn't do it before, but now it's not easy. I don't want to touch women. I think it's really boring.

After leaving Wang Yixian's home, Zhao Zilong walked along the road and pondered things along the road!

If you want to please Wang Yixian, first of all, you have to serve him well. But the key is that the vegetables and pork are good, but the fish is not easy to buy. You can't go to the countryside twice a week just because you eat a fish.

Moreover, in winter, the village may not be able to buy fish.

There are three fish ponds in the west of the village, but they are privately contracted. They have all signed contracts with restaurants outside. When the fish are fattened, they go by car, and they are not sold by retail.

Just when he was worried about this, he suddenly remembered that when he was eavesdropping on them outside the village head's house that day, he seemed to hear that the contract for the fish pond had expired. Village accountant Zhao Shuan Hao, relying on his good relationship with the Secretary of the village committee, wanted to continue to pack the fish pond, but he didn't want to give gifts to village head Zhao Laishui. Therefore, the situation was a bit unpleasant.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zilong suddenly realized that there seemed to be a good opportunity in front of him.

Although Wang Yixian's appetite is not large, he is really demanding and has a lot of money in a year. What's more, when you learn to cook, you need a lot of ingredients to practice, especially the lack of aquatic products.

If you can make your own fish pond, you will have a chance to explore the recipe making of aquatic products. If you can properly solve the problem of Wang Yixian's eating fish, you can also let dad earn money by raising fish. It's really three birds with one stone.

After making up his mind, Zhao Zilong decided to go to the village head's house to find out. Zhao Zilong found an opportunity to get out and go all the way to the village head's house.

It was more than ten o'clock in the evening, and there were few pedestrians on the road in the village.

With the cool night wind and the silver moon, Zhao Zilong felt fresh in the quiet night.

The door of the village head's house was hidden, and a light was on in the kitchen. There was a shadow in it. Zhao Zilong went into the yard and went straight to the kitchen.

"Son his father, don't you go to Changgui's house to drink? How did you come back?"

With the crisp voice of a woman, a body came into view. Zhao Zilong stopped and looked with wide eyes. He saw a white woman standing in a big basin taking a bath.This woman is no other than Li Xiaoying, the woman of the village head's family. She only takes a bath, but forgets to close the door.

"Why don't you come and help me rub my back?"

She thought it was her man coming back, and as she spoke aloud, she bent down to wash her bath towel.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Zilong felt his blood boiling.