"This man, really, didn't eat lunch. Could it be that he didn't even eat dinner? No wonder he looks like a non-human being, and his hands are so cold that he is afraid of people. He dare not eat at all!" Wen Rou looked at Ren Yue who had disappeared. The direction speaks for itself.
In the restaurant of Cheng Fu Ji, because it was dinner time, diners were bustling. Between tasting dishes and drinking, the style and strength of the No. 1 restaurant in the provincial capital are self-evident.
Because he accompanied Wen's father and daughter to Chengfuji today, Ren Yue never took Yingxue with him, and now he reenters Chengfuji, still alone.
The foot injury has not yet healed, and after walking these roads, and in the middle of the day, he exerted all his strength to subdue the crowd with one enemy and one hundred. At this moment, Ren Yue only felt that his left foot was numb, as if he could not use his strength.
Quietly pointing around to the back door of Cheng Fu Ji, few people come here, it's still a deception, Ren Yue raised his head to look at the high outer wall of the restaurant, his brows were slightly frowned, but he still calmed down, his luck soared.
A big white butterfly leaped onto the outer wall of Chengfuji, swift and graceful, like a spiritual pet in the world, elegant and profound, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Ren Yue clearly remembered that when they came at noon, although the chef on the first floor ordered someone to go to the back kitchen to get some kitchen utensils, the direction of the boy's turning was towards the second floor. Could it be that the back kitchen of Chengfuji Is it on the second floor
Gently bypassing the human voice, piercing the painted window paper, a clean and tidy small kitchen is reflected in Ren Yue's eyes!
It turns out that Cheng Fu Ji is different from other restaurants. The kitchens of ordinary chefs here are all on the first floor, but the small kitchen of the chef Lou is only on the second floor!
At this time, the small kitchen was empty, and all kinds of dishes were stewed on the stove, steaming and fragrant.
"Obtaining such a magical weapon, if it came from the right place, it should be brought with you. If it is stolen, it will naturally be shameful. This knife should not be on your body. It must be in this small kitchen!" Ren Yue speculated secretly. After a while, seeing no one around, he turned over into the kitchen and looked around.
Knife holders, stoves, crock pots, drawer boxes... Even the rice pots and noodle pots have been searched, but the black iron kitchen knife is still not found!
In fact, it's no wonder that Ren Yue couldn't find it, because the dark iron kitchen knife wasn't even in the small kitchen!
Chef Lou got the precious knife at noon, and he was very happy in his heart. He stroked it lovingly for a while at first, and then he was worried.
If such a treasured knife is carried on the body, it would be too ostentatious; if it is left in the kitchen, it will be contaminated with oily smoke, which is a pity; the only way to treasure it is to take it out and enjoy it alone in the dead of night! Ruan Rou lost the artifact, so she would naturally look for it everywhere, but how could she know that the knife was in my hand! Hehe, I think that Fan Jian is really agile in handling things, and he was able to find the number one thief in the provincial capital! With such an artifact in my hand, after the wind has passed and the dust settles, I will take it to Beijing to show off my building's reputation in the Beijing chef selection competition two months later!
No matter how great Ren Yue's supernatural powers are, no matter how superb his Fanhua swordsmanship is, he still has no way of knowing what Chef Lou has in mind! The so-called unfathomable human heart, how deeply hidden and hard to find, Ren Yue can't find it!
Thinking about the inconvenience of his foot injury, if he stayed any longer, he might startle the snake, so Ren Yue turned around and went back the same way, a little depressed, and returned to Wen's small courtyard.
"Found it?" Rourou greeted her with a look of anticipation.
Ren Yue shook his head and said nothing.
"What should I do? When Chef Liu handed over the dark iron kitchen knife to me for safekeeping, he reminded me that the knife must be used every day, otherwise it will rust and rot, and it will be difficult to reproduce its magic. "Muttered softly and a little anxiously.
"I suspect that Chef Lou stole it, but he couldn't find any trace of the knife in his small kitchen. It's okay, I'll visit Chef Lou's residence tonight." Ren Yue said in relief.
"If it was really stolen by him, and if he uses it every day, I'm afraid he will hide it, or pass it on to someone else... If that's the case, what should I give to Chef Liu looking for the knife in the future? !" Rourou was so annoyed, she hugged her knees with her hands, and sat down on the stone steps in front of the door.
At this moment, the door of Wen's house opened, and Wen Shouzheng came back early with Cai Mi.
"Rou'er, what are you doing delicious? I'm so hungry today!" Wen Shouzheng is really a cook, even if a big event is in front of him, as long as he has something to eat, he can spend it leisurely.
Belly is all he has, everything else is bullshit!
"Hehe, Rou girl's cooking skills have improved a lot recently! I smell like soybean pork knuckle soup, roasted white eel, steamed sea bass, and dried tea tree mushroom!" Cai Mi narrowed her eyes and flashed into the small kitchen.
"Hehe, you Cai Mi, you really know how to joke! How could you smell it! You clearly saw it with your eyes! If you smell it, my Rou'er..." Wen Shouzheng followed Cai Mi into the kitchen quickly, and the little girl There are four exquisite dishes just out of the pan on the table, and it is clear at a glance what they are doing! Wen Shouzheng was about to brag about his gentle nose, but suddenly remembered something, and immediately covered his mouth.
Fortunately, Cai Mi focused on eating, and didn't argue with Wen Shouzheng at all, but couldn't help swallowing.
The milky white pork knuckle soup is dotted with fine and round soybeans; the white eel soup cooked in Puning soybean paste is delicious and attractive; the light and intact fresh sea bass is tender and authentic; the tea tree mushroom wrapped in thin noodles and fried The roots are straight, golden and crispy. I really don't know how delicious it will be in my mouth!
Four side dishes, served with sweet and fragrant white rice in the pot, not to mention that many people in this room are always hungry, even those who have just eaten, will have another bowl without hesitation!
Seeing this, Ren Yue's gloom just now was also swept away, Wen Shouzheng's warm invitation, Cai Mi's unceremoniousness, and Zhou Shi and Wen Ting who smelled the fragrance came over, and the six of them brought the food to the restaurant together. In the small courtyard, under the green vines and next to the knotted bamboos, with the redness of the crabapple flowers, it is very pleasant to have a drink and chat.
It seems that the tension and worry at noon have long since disappeared; it seems that there is still a turning point for the unsuccessful search for the knife just now.
In fact, when serving the dishes just now, the careful and gentle has already seen the slowness of Ren Yue's walking.
Thinking of his single-handed battle against the rogues at noon; thinking that he not only had to assess his own safety, but also safely took the gun from Fan Jian's hands; Quickly ran out of the restaurant...
It seems that his feet haven't fully recovered yet! Previously, before leaving, Nangong Xue repeatedly explained that before the foot injury has fully recovered, she must not do strenuous exercise, let alone bear weight...
Thinking of this, Wen Rou's heart is soft everywhere, so soft that it hurts.
"Drink some soup, this soup is not greasy, I've taken care of it." Rourou gently put a bowl of soybean pork knuckle soup in front of Ren Yue.
Ren Yue frowned, without any hesitation, although he still couldn't completely decipher the "before", but he knew that Rou'er knew him best and never lied to him!
He doesn't like fishy and greasy meat, even if Rou'er cooks big meat dishes, they are carefully processed and have a fresh taste;
He doesn't like sweets, Rou'er always supplemented with tea, it must be indifferent and delicious;
It seems that those ingredients that he has never touched before, in Rou'er's hands, all have magical powers, no longer greasy, sweet and greasy, it seems that they can be eaten, swallowed, and even a little bit can't stop down miss.
Just like this soy pork knuckle soup, Wenrou has already condensed the white oil, removed layers, then wrapped it with chicken feathers to filter out the residue, and cooked it alternately with civil and military fire, and completely melted it into the milky white soup. Even the irregular tendons are finely cut into filaments, slipperyly dipped into the soup, it melts in the mouth, it tastes like tasting a thick wing soup.
Salty and delicious, smooth and tender, with a lingering fragrance and a long-lasting artistic conception.
Ren Yue took a small sip to taste, his slender white fingers held the spoon, the sound of the white porcelain spoon gently colliding with the white porcelain bowl was like a Sanskrit sound from a foreign land, between the elegant spoon and bowl lips, it was as elegant as a song The length is different, but it is a poem full of rhythm.
As a result, even Wen Ting, who has always been gobbling and scrambling for the first place on weekdays, was infected, and became a gentleman for a while, chewing slowly.
That soup is extremely nourishing, especially for the healing and recovery of wounds. This is what Nangongxue explained before leaving, and Wenrou wrote it down. It's a pity that Nangongxue is not here. If she tastes it together, she will definitely be amazed at the gentle craftsmanship Comparable to the five-star chefs of their era, or a small private restaurant with limited supply and advance reservations.
The meal was very elegant. After the meal, Ren Yue pointed to Cai Mi with his eyes, and the two whispered outside the courtyard.
"What's the matter, Mr. Ren?" Cai Mi asked.
"Cai Bo, do you recognize Lou Qingyu from Chengfuji?" Ren Yue asked.
"Lou Qingyu..." Cai Mi was in a daze.
"He recognizes you and knows that you are Master Liuwei!" Ren Yue reminded.
"But the descendant of Lou Yuchu in the palace? Oh, it's been too long, the old man has forgotten a little bit. I have a vague impression when you say that. It seems that Chef Lou brought his son to the palace in the early years. I can’t remember clearly.” Cai Mi recalled.
"Uncle Cai, you need to beware of the chef in that building. I heard that he will go to Beijing to participate in the annual chef selection competition in two months. Before that, he may try to harm you." Ren Yue reminded again.
"Oh? Unexpectedly, the grudge of his Lou family is still inherited! Hehe, back then, Chef Lou and I made a dish of beef tongue together, but in the end he missed cooking the beef tongue in order to pursue the crispness of the taste. He was so angry that he expelled him from the palace. He was narrow-minded and died of depression within a few months. Unexpectedly, his son still holds a grudge." Cai Mi sighed and said slowly.
"With Cai Bo's culinary skills and heart, he will naturally not go to the capital to participate in the selection of chefs. You have finally escaped, so there is no reason to return. Hehe, Cai Bo should be careful." Ren Yue smiled faintly .
"The old man has retired for many years, so naturally he won't ask about the food and drink in the capital and the palace. However, your news really reminds the old man that this kind of opportunity is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a chef! Think about it If someone finds out, they will be too happy to fall asleep!" Cai Mi nodded and smiled.