Live Beautification System

  Chapter 165 An old friend from another land

   There was a squeak.

The door opened, and a person came out, but it was not a lama, but an ordinary old man. He looked very old, not even eighty years old, and his skin was dark, like the wind and sun on the plateau. Kind of vicissitudes. However, this man was very talkative and enthusiastic. Seeing that Ding Mu was wearing a security suit and standing at the door with a big face, he greeted him, "Young man, there are two little girls. You are passing by and you are hungry. It's just cooking, come in and eat together."

  At the old man's age, it's not too much to call Yu Zilan and Mai Wenjie young girls.

  Ding Mu was very happy, he reached out his hand to greet Mai Wenjie and Yu Zilan, and followed the old man in. The yard is small and simple, and the cooking room is at the door.

  The old man let a few people into the side room, took out an old-fashioned thermos, and said, "Drink some water first, the meal will be ready soon."

  Ding Mu couldn't bear such an old man to work alone, so he went up to him and said, "May I help you?"

The old man glanced at Ding Mu, shook his head and said, "Forget it, what I made will be sent to the great lama. If you have nothing to do, you can chat with the old man." The implication is that he doesn't trust Ding Mu. The craftsmanship of the wood is afraid that the Ding wood will be damaged. He couldn't give it to others to eat.

  When the old man said this, Ding Mu couldn't do anything anymore. He accompanied the old man into the kitchen at the door. As soon as he entered this kitchen, Ding Mu felt something unusual. This kitchen is not small in size, and it is neatly cleaned up, with all the necessary things for the red case and the white case. There are four stove eyes, in groups of two. Three of them were burning, fueled by wood.

Ding Mu stood aside, watching the old man lift the lid of a large firewood pot, and a large pot of radishes was stewed in the pot. Fried a bit. Seeing this posture, Ding Mu was startled. This firewood pot weighing more than a dozen catties is like a household frying pan in the hands of this seventy-eighty old man. This is definitely extraordinary! Ding Mu immediately asked: "Old man, what's your name? I see, you have great strength."

  The old man chuckled: "The little old man's surname is You. You can call me Lao You. Lao You, I have been a cook all my life. If I can't handle the pot, it's okay."

  At this time, an extremely fragrant smell of radish reached Ding Mu's nose. Ding Mu salivated immediately, and praised, "Wow, it smells so good."

  Old man You also showed a trace of satisfaction on his vicissitudes old face: "It's almost ready. You can taste it in a while." Then he lifted the lid of another firewood pot, and there were potatoes in it, which was more than half of the pot.

   "Who do you serve so many dishes?" Ding Mu asked curiously.

   "Young man, pass me the earthen pots." Lao You pointed to a pile of earthen pots in the corner, and said, "In the evening, there are some living Buddhas who will send someone to pick them up from me."

   "Okay." Ding Mu immediately handed the cleaned earthen pots to Lao You one by one. Lao You picked up the frying spoon, filled some from the pot, and then put the earthen pots in the furnace to keep warm.

  Ding Mu thought, this Mai Wenjie really found the right place, this old man is a professional chef, qualified to cook for the Living Buddha.

   "Judging from your accent, it seems that you are also from the north." Ding Mu suddenly thought of a possibility, moved in his heart, and asked.

"It seems that my old You also has a local accent without changing his temple hair." The old man You looked at Ding Mu, paused and said, "Didn't you hear that? I'm also a serious Beijinger. I knew it was when you called the door just now." The old man is here."

  As soon as this remark came out, Ding Mu was already 80% sure of the guess in his heart, and he couldn't help laughing and said: "Old man, you know a family member who is famous and upright."

  Old You stared at Ding Mu in surprise, "The little old man is You Zhengde, how do you know Lao Xi?"

"What a coincidence, what a coincidence. This can be regarded as an old acquaintance in a foreign land." Ding Mu couldn't help clapping his hands when he heard the old man admitting that he was You Zhengde, "Not long ago, I happened to be in You Fatty with Senior Brother Yunliu. I went to eat at Youlianju. Oh, Fatty You is You Weiran."

  You Zhengde was surprised again when he heard the words: "Your name is Senior Brother Yunliu? You just said you came to visit Zhuliu...Could something happen to Yunliu?"

Hearing You Zhengde call their names directly, Ding Mu knew that the relationship between them was unusual, and quickly said: "No, it's all a coincidence. I came to Dinghai City to do a program, and something happened. Brother summoned me, I just met him. Oh, look, he even gave me this bead."

   After speaking, Ding Mu rolled up his sleeves and lit up the dzi on his wrist. When You Zhengde saw this bead, he didn't believe it, and he sighed: "Oh, I applauded Zhuliu for doing that thing back then, so I left the capital to accompany him to Lingxiaoya Xueni Temple, thinking of giving it to him. He cooks something delicious, and it has been decades in a flash. Seeing that he has become popular here, I am used to it, and I will return to the capital when I can't do it anymore."

  After hearing these words, Ding Mu almost shed tears. Although he didn't know what absurd things Zhu Liu did back then, but with the support of You Zhengde, it must not be a heinous and bad thing. To say that You Zhengde is also a famous chef of a generation, it's really righteous to stand on this snow-capped peak for more than ten years! Seeing that Ding Mu didn't answer, You Zhengde continued: "By the way, my grandson is getting fat again?"

   "He is quite fat, but he is very powerful. With his excellent cooking skills, he can get along very well on the ground in the capital." Ding Mu said, of course, picking it up.

  You Zhengde laughed, obviously very happy, and turned to Ding Mu: "Young man, you look very handsome, haven't you asked your last name yet? Seeing that you are not very old, why don't you go to school?"

"I'm sorry, my name is Ding Mu. I'm still in school. Well, I'm studying medicine at Peking University, and I'm doing a double degree in physics at the same time. I'm here to do a show, just for fun, I'm not a professional actor." Ding Mu explained road.

   "Yo, you are a great talent at Peking University! It's hard to see." You Zhengde admired from the bottom of his heart, "We who run the rivers and lakes are all rough people, and we admire educated people the most."

   "There, there, your back-to-basics cooking skills are truly cultured." Ding Mu didn't dare to be praised by You Zhengde. He is a famous chef with profound skills.

"It's not the same, it's not the same, even if it's Yunliu, he's just a Jianghu guy who knows a little bit of crooked ways. As a cook, I can stutter, and it's even more useless. Talented people like you can build airplanes, Build tanks and missiles." You Zhengde spoke highly of Ding Mu, a Peking University talent, but it made Ding Mu blush, because he has been really not doing his job recently.

"Great talent, the meal is ready. You don't need to help me here. You take this and go back to the house and sit down. You must be hungry enough." You Zhengde smiled kindly at Ding Mu, and handed over a tray with Two deep large plates, full of stewed potatoes and stewed radishes. Then, You Zhengde took five or six steamed buns out of the firepit, blew off the dust on them, and put them together on the Ding wooden tray. This is Dinghai's famous practice, Kang Momo.

  Ding Mu thanked You Zhengde, smelled it, it was really fragrant, and it made the index finger move. Holding the tray, he opened the door curtain and walked out of the kitchen, back to the wing.

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