Early the next morning, Yuan Zhou packed his luggage and walked out of the door with a few red spots on his face. The solid wood door made a "bang" sound.
Yuan Zhou got up very early, and the village was still quiet. Those who got up earlier had gone out and were not at home, and those who didn't get up were still sleeping, so there was almost no one in the village.
Yuan Zhou carried a small bag on his back and a small cloth bag containing a gold needle grinder, and walked towards Mr. Ma with a brisk expression.
This is naturally the time to say goodbye.
Ten minutes later, Yuan Zhou arrived outside Mr. Ma's house.
"Mr. Ma, I'm leaving first. You can take care of breakfast by yourself today." Yuan Zhou took a step forward and said something as if it was normal, not like saying goodbye.
"Get out of here, it's as if I have nothing to eat without you." Mr. Ma walked out of the door in a well-dressed dress and said unceremoniously.
"Okay, goodbye." Yuan Zhou seemed to be unable to hear Mr. Ma's scolding and said to himself.
In the past few days, Yuan Zhou had mastered the skills that he had never heard of before.
"I came just because I wanted Lao Zhuo's recipe, so why not give it to you." Mr. Ma said suddenly.
"I'm sorry, I never meant this." Yuan Zhou was a little confused. He just wanted to eat real royal food, and didn't want other people's secret skills. After all, he didn't become a disciple, and he had nothing to do with this ugly old man.
"A chef without any pursuit." Mr. Ma said sharply.
"I don't think I need to tell you my pursuit." Yuan Zhou's tone was still polite, but his words had a sharp edge. After all, it is really annoying to have someone point at your nose and talk about your dream.
"Do you think Lao Zhuo cares about your affairs? Take it, don't ask Lao Zhuo about other things." Mr. Ma glanced at Yuan Zhou with disdain, took out a yellow notebook from the pocket of his tunic suit, and threw it over .
"Pah!" Yuan Zhou subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it.
"What is this?" Yuan Zhou asked directly without opening it.
"Get out." However, Mr. Ma had no intention of explaining. Instead, he suddenly got angry and told Yuan Zhou to get out.
"Thank you." Yuan Zhou thought about it for a while, understood what was in his hand, frowned and thanked him, and then left.
"Dong dong dong" Yuan Zhou turned and walked away, his footsteps making a "squeaking" sound on the gravel road.
Mr. Ma was sitting in his chair, his old face was expressionless, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy. But after a while, he turned around and went back to his room with a "bang" and closed his door vigorously.
As for Yuan Zhou, he was busy on his way. The notebook Mr. Ma gave him was put directly into the small bag by Yuan Zhou, and he did not look at it anxiously. Even though Yuan Zhou had already guessed that it was the recipe of the imperial meal and the chicken, and maybe he had some experience. indefinite.
But this was not what Yuan Zhou wanted, and it was an unexpected surprise.
Here, Yuanzhou was busy rushing back to the store to prepare for the opening of the store tomorrow, while Wu Hai encountered a crisis.
"Bang, bang." Various exaggerated sounds came from Wu Hai's room.
"I told you, Wu Lin, that's enough. If you say you won't go back, you won't go back." Wu Hai sat on the sofa and watched his sister smashing things there, all of which were his beloved things.
"Haha, if you don't come with me today, watch out for me and see if I can tear you alive." Wu Hai's sister Wu Lin said very fiercely.
Wu Lin has neat short hair, strong eyebrows, a neutral appearance and a handsome face. She is wearing a red plaid short-sleeved shirt and denim hot pants, revealing her slender and strong thighs. While talking, she smashes Wu Hai's plaster without mercy. picture.
"Why, if you have the ability, you should give it a try." Wu Hai said in a rogue manner while stroking his moustache, again wearing big pants and a vest and slippers.
"What did I, Wu Lin, say but didn't do? You'd better think about it yourself." Wu Lin stood in front of Wu Hai and looked at Wu Hai from top to bottom, creating a strong sense of oppression.
"Thankfully you are my sister, you are not feminine at all." Wu Hai looked at Wu Lin for a while, then suddenly withered.
"Yeah, I'm not feminine." Wu Lin suddenly smiled, her handsome face was three-quarters charming and seven-quarters soft. She looked much more beautiful, just like the queen's charming smile.
However, the action was very cruel. Wu Lin directly lifted Wu Hai and threw him on his back. Wu Hai fell to the ground with a "bang".
Wu Hai's hand was still touching his mustache, with a confused look on his face, and he suddenly said, "I still want to go to the art exhibition, what should I do if I get injured?"
"It's okay, I promise you will be fine. I'm very measured in my actions." Wu Lin used her white and slender fingers to reveal the smooth muscles on her arms.
"I seriously suspect that you were hugged by mistake in the hospital." Wu Hai lay directly on the ground and said speechlessly.
"Now you choose for yourself, should I tear you apart and stuff you into the plane, or should you get up and go with me on your own." Wu Lin ignored her brother Wu Hai's depression and stated her request calmly. .
"If you don't want to give up if you don't get anything delicious, just wait for the last day and leave tomorrow." Wu Hai got up, sat on the ground, and said seriously.
"Do you think I will believe you? How many times have you told Jiawei this way." Wu Lin didn't believe what Wu Hai said, not a word of it.
"No, this is the first time I tell you." Wu Hai said seriously.
"You know I haven't had much patience since I was a kid." Wu Lin looked at her brother who looked like a gangster and gave him an ultimatum.
"You are my biological sister after all, and you are helping an outsider so quickly." Wu Hai wanted to calmly say that he would not go to the exhibition. In view of the neat fall from his back, Wu Hai still adopted a roundabout tactic.
"You still dare to talk about Jia Wei? Jia Wei couldn't stand it anymore before telling me, otherwise you would have had so many good days?" Wu Lin felt distressed when she thought of her boyfriend who was so busy over there. It’s better to kill such an unreliable brother.
Wu Lin's murderous intent was strong, and Wu Hai quickly stood up and said, "Okay, I agree with the first option."
As for Ze Wulin, she looked at Wu Hai noncommittally, thought about her boyfriend Zheng Jiawei, resisted the desire to kill such a useless brother, and said coldly, "Then we'll leave immediately."
"Okay." Wu Hai stroked his mustache with one hand and put his hand in his pocket, with a happy face on his face, and followed Wu Lin out of the door.
Yuanzhou flipped through the diary in the car. When he opened it, there was only the recipe for 'Running Chicken', and there was nothing else. Moreover, the recipe was extremely simple, and only the third point was emphasized. This was obviously not the case. I don’t know where he bought Mr. Ma’s notebook, and then he wrote it down.
You need a pheasant, take out the internal organs and chicken bones to keep the chicken body intact, do not break the skin, do not leave the bones, stuff it into a golden pin grinder and simmer until cooked.
"The main characteristics of palace cooking are surrounding, garnishing, setting and filling. There are no bones in the meat and no bones in the fish. This is the basic standard requirement of the palace cuisine." Yuan Zhou looked at this new notepad and then I really understand why Mr. Ma doesn’t do it.
Mr. Ma is old and frail, and he may no longer be able to carefully and powerfully remove the complete chicken bones without breaking the chicken skin.
Time is the fairest, allowing people to learn superb skills. Time is also the most ruthless, making people unable to use their superb skills because of the passage of time. (.)