Although the old man was well-dressed, what he said was ruthless and direct.
However, Yuanzhou was not angry, but calmly asked, "Who are you?"
"Who am I and what do you want me to do?" The old man frowned and turned around to leave.
"You are Mr. Ma, right?" Yuan Zhou said affirmatively.
"How do you know Lao Zhuo?" The old man turned his head and said in a bad tone.
"Intuition." Yuanzhou said frankly and directly.
"Ha." The old man snorted, ignored the person, turned around and left.
"Sorry, wait a moment." Yuan Zhou took a few steps forward and walked directly in front of the old man regardless of his cold face.
"I have nothing to say to you, old man. You are still going where you came from." The old man was wearing a straight Chinese tunic suit. He walked very steadily step by step, with his head balanced, and he looked very imposing at first glance.
"Mr. Ma, it seems that you know my purpose. Let me make a long story short. I hope I can have the honor to taste your delicious food in person." Yuan Zhou's face was serious and serious.
"You don't have a nice tone, little thing. Why do I want to feed you?" The old man said not as a question, but as an affirmation.
"You just said that this approach is a waste of natural resources, so I think you don't want to waste delicious food." Yuan Zhou said affirmatively.
"What does it have to do with Lao Zhuo? Go away." The old man said and didn't know why. Instead, he got angry and drove Yuan Zhou away.
Seeing Mr. Ma's resolute look, Yuan Zhou couldn't go forward to ask again. He could only go to his rented place. After all, forceful melons are not sweet.
"Haha, I heard that you were scolded by Old Man Ma?" The old man said with a smile from afar, his tone full of ridicule.
"It doesn't count, I just didn't agree to the soup." Of course, there are no secrets in a small village, so Yuanzhou said directly.
"You have a big heart, but you have found the wrong person. Old Man Ma has stopped taking charge for many years." The old man said with emotion on his face.
"Why?" Yuan Zhou took a close look at Mr. Ma today and found that he was in good health, with a rosy complexion and a loud voice when he cursed. It was probably not a physical problem.
"Then I don't know. This old man is weird. He never cooks for himself, and he always finds fault with other people's cooking." The old man knocked on the cigarette rod and said calmly.
"Mr. Ma, are you going to eat at someone else's house?" Yuan Zhou was a little curious.
After all, as a chef, he prefers to cook and eat it himself, not because he heard about special delicacies somewhere. Others' craftsmanship is not as good as his own.
"No, that old man is just a weirdo. If I didn't really know that his ancestor was an imperial chef and he really did a state banquet, otherwise no one would believe him." The old man took a long puff of leaf cigarette, and the smoke filled the air.
"State banquet?" Yuan Zhou had never heard of this. He only knew that Mr. Ma was originally a Manchu, and his surname was still the previous eight surnames. His ancestors cooked for the emperor. He himself went there, and it is said that he learned the skills. .
"No, he was quite a sensation when he came to our place, but now no one is willing to pay attention to him." The old man continued to smoke and gossip while Yuan Zhou listened attentively.
Those who still don’t want to ask, “Why don’t you want to pay attention to him?”
"After that guy came to the village, he refused to accept disciples. He said he was not qualified to teach Bai Jiao, and he didn't cook for himself. He only had a meal for his boss and a meal for the west. He was not forgiving." The old man said extremely angrily. Looks like he's been angry.
"Thank you, I understand." After hearing this, Yuan Zhou suddenly thought of an idea that might help him achieve his idea.
"Understand what?" The old man was confused.
"Can you please lend me the stove and the ingredients?" Yuan Zhou did not answer, but asked sincerely.
"Oh, okay, everything is in the cabinet. You can use it and I'll pay for it. Of course, I won't charge you any money." The old man was still very generous.
"I'm going to make clear soup noodles. Do you want a bowl?" Yuan Zhou was a little embarrassed when he heard that he didn't need any money, so he asked.
"That's good. I want clear soup and noodles. I want a small bowl to fill my stomach." The old man put down his cigarette rod and said calmly.
"Uncle, I want it too." Before Yuan Zhou agreed, a little boy's voice came from over there.
"Well, there's only a small bowl." Yuan Zhou said that it was definitely not a grudge, but a child who would not be able to finish too much.
"Thank you, uncle." The little boy was very polite. Although there were some red marks on his face, it didn't detract from his cuteness.
What Yuan Zhou wants to make is naturally the kind of clear soup noodles in the store, but there is no such flour and water. The wheat flour here is also pure and pollution-free, and the water quality is also a clear spring on the mountain. With Yuan Zhou's craftsmanship, it will definitely be very delicious.
Yuan Zhou was familiar with the process of clear soup noodles. Three bowls of clear soup noodles were served directly from one pot, and they were just poured into two large white porcelain bowls.
The white and slightly yellow noodles, the clear noodle soup, and the slowly spreading aroma will make you want to eat.
"Hey, why aren't there any eggs? The chopped green onions are also in the box over there. Can't you find them?" The old man took the bowl and said doubtfully.
"I found it, but I don't need those for this bowl of noodles." As an expert in finding things, it's no problem to find a few things, but Yuan Zhou is very confident, he doesn't need those to enhance the taste, he only needs the taste and strength of the wheat itself. .
"Okay, let's eat it like this." The old man wasn't picky either, so he put it in a bowl and was ready to eat.
"I'd like to borrow your bowl." Yuan Zhou greeted him first.
"No problem, take it." The old man said generously.
"Uncle, walk slowly." The little boy said obediently, even though he was still called uncle.
"Thank you." Yuan Zhou nodded his thanks gently and took out a plate and covered it with a slight tilt to prevent dust from entering the bowl and affecting the texture and taste.
This bowl was naturally given to Mr. Ma. Yuanzhou considered himself to be at the peak level of cooking. Perhaps if he improved his level of cooking, he would be able to eat the royal meal.
People's desire for food is endless. For example, there are countless people who come to enjoy the deliciousness of the highly poisonous puffer fish.
Of course, Yuanzhou is willing to go all out in order to eat the royal meal. For example, Yuanzhou feels that this time he has used his skills to the fullest, and he is very satisfied with himself.
It was easy to find Mr. Ma's home because he was really famous. Yuan Zhou quickly arrived at the door of Mr. Ma's house in five minutes.
"Mr. Ma, your lunch." The time is now 2:20 in the afternoon. Yuanzhou estimates that Mr. Ma must not have had lunch just now.
"Why, someone is still delivering food today? I'm not lame." Mr. Ma didn't say nice things when he started talking. It seems that he doesn't just say this to Yuan Zhou, but to everyone. It's like saying, 'I don't look down on you. , I feel like I look down on everyone. '
"Try it." Yuan Zhou didn't say much. He was not good at interpersonal communication.
"It's you again, brat." Mr. Ma snorted, but did not refuse. He sat down and started eating with a calm look on his face.
But the grandfather and grandson eating noodles over there couldn't calm down anymore (.)
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