"I really didn't expect that I can do big things in one trip." Tang Mengli said with emotion on the returning plane. In her opinion, Feng's luck is not so good. It's nothing more than a Huang Wenhu. The enemy who has been stalemate for half a year is actually an alliance of her own teacher-uncle level. Becoming an alliance, of course, is a secret.
Feng doesn't think so. Just kidding, there is absolutely no such a coincidence in the world. Don't forget that they are a thousand-door general with a vague card. This must be the game set by Huang Huye to help him. What Feng sighed was the master's mastery. Even if he passed away, the thousand games he laid down continued steadily, assisting his growth without leaving any traces. Feng couldn't help but think of the slightly weird old man. The silence on the plane and the slightly warmer air conditioner made Feng confusedly remember a lot of past events.
"Master, can we change something to drink with something else?" Feng was only sixteen years old at that time, and was already five years old. In addition to listening to the master's talk about the thirty-six major issues, the task every night is to accompany the master to drink, of course, not to drink more, "Stop talking at seven minutes, the wine is better to refresh."
The wine is not bad. It is a jujube wine brewed exclusively by the master. It enters the throat and is warm and long, with a red jujube fragrance, but it has a great stamina. At that time, a small cup of maple jujube wine can get a good night's sleep. Also, the Thousand Sect Masters have always suffered from neurasthenia. If they hadn't forced themselves to fall asleep with their excellent concentration, they would have difficulty falling asleep even after tossing around all night. At that time, Feng was studying the thirty-six general situation every day, and he was full of how to make arrangements and how to use strength. If his tight nerves weren't loosened by a glass of spirits, don't want to sleep well this night. The chef's dishes are also special, just a plate of scrambled eggs.
Li Wencai is also an out-and-out glutton, which is very close to Feng. What Feng pursues is one hundred dishes with one hundred different flavors, and what Li Wencai pursues is one dish with one hundred different flavors. The exquisiteness here is hard to understand if you are not a glutton.
Scrambled eggs with wine is the master’s unchanging rule, and it is the same today. The chef's egg fry is indeed good. In terms of this dish, I am afraid that there is no better person in the world than Li Wencai's fry. Three eggs were knocked in the bowl, and the air was fully beaten in with a whisk. The 70% hot oil pan was covered with a thin layer of peanut oil. As the liquid turned around the edge of the pot, a large egg skin was formed. That person might have said, do you spread the eggs? I will too. What's so strange about this. In other words, the egg stand is different. When the egg liquid flows from the side of the pot to the bottom of the pot, it takes half of the egg liquid. Turn off the heat at this time, and the residual temperature at the bottom of the pot just makes the egg skin crispy. With a flick of the wrist, the whole egg skin was turned over one side, and the crunch on the other side firmly sealed the tenderness in the middle, and shredded into shreds. Each thread of the egg skin is burnt on both sides and tender in the center. There is also a trace of viscous egg jelly, if there is no such thing as nothing, this is the control of the heat, but you can see it clearly
There are dots of spices hanging on the egg wrappers, which interprets the flavors of life. At that time, Feng was too young. He liked the stimulating taste. He liked purity. He didn't understand why the master's scrambled eggs always had a hint of bitterness.
Li Wencai's life has been ups and downs. He is the most eye-catching leader of a thousand sects. In the financial world, he is a giant on Wall Street. There are reports written by him in Zhongnanhai's office. It was such a person, after quietly fading out of people's sight, he actually guarded a few pots of orchids, a tank of koi, a little apprentice, and a plate of scrambled eggs that could not be beaten, and spent the last few years of his life.
"Boy Maple, you are still young. In your opinion, black is black, white is white, sweets, sweets, bitters, and salty are just the five in your hand; but for me as an old man, black is not black and white is not white. Reminiscing about the life.” The old man finished speaking, took a sip of wine, and took a chopsticks egg shreds. “Where did you buy this egg today? It’s an authentic native egg, not bad.”
When the old man was in his ninetieth birthday, Feng was nineteen years old, and Feng had prepared a table of dishes. Li Wencai was full of praise for the last piece of Wuji soup. In fact, it is an ordinary Xihu beef soup, but Feng is now more and more similar to the master, and a Xihu beef soup has a lot of flavors. Beef bone broth is used as the base. Tofu, scallion, cilantro and cilantro are finely chopped into the bottom, and the beef is cut into very fine shreds, which can be bleached in the soup without sinking to the bottom. The mixed seasoning outlines the fragrance of beef and the sweet and sour of Shaoxing wine. , The spicy of pepper, as for bitterness, Feng used half a cup of Longjing. It is called Wuji Geng because Feng used an egg to draw a Tai Chi picture on top of the soup. There is yellow in white and white in yellow.
"It seems that you now understand the truth I told you three years ago." There is white in black, and black in white. This world is not clear and distinct, and there is a way of doing things in the chaos.
Feng just made his mark not long ago. Relying on the power of the media, he destroyed a waste oil workshop in a city. Whether it is holding the public opinion or the public opinion effect, at least the box lunch in Feng's mouth will no longer smell of waste oil. Of course, many officials were involved in wading in this battle, but Feng did not delve into it, nor did he submit his list to it. Keeping these people and maintaining this stability, Feng felt that it was more valuable.
When Li Wencai passed away, he lay down on the easy chair at home and looked at Feng, who was in the dust. Feng was twenty-two years old that year. He already had his own bookstore and his own intelligence network in City A. Several powerful subordinates left by the master developed into twenty-eight places, and even faintly gained the name of acting monarch. The old man has already broken through life and death. For him, death is nothing but a new adventure. There is too much experience in this life, enough.
The old man ignored the snowflakes floating outside and the heating in the room was hot. He only wore a thin shirt. His skinny arms were out of corners, and he touched a fluorite ring tremblingly. The main general's waist card, considering whether to hand it to Feng.
"I'm afraid I won't have much time left. If there is anything I want to say, hurry up and say, old man, I might still be able to help you." Li Wencai was calm and confused at this time, as if he was a passenger preparing to board the train.
"Teacher, you taught me that six years ago, "Black is not black, white is not white", I don’t understand; I understood three years ago, there is white in black, and black in white; now I seem to be I saw a line between black and white. It was pure gray. In that case, black is still black and white is still white, and I am the gray line." Feng hung his head and finished with his eyes. Yang met Li Wencai's surprised gaze.