For the next few days, Lin Shuyi went to Lao Yangtou's restaurant every day, and Lao Yangtou liked this quiet but sensible kid more and more, and would save some delicious food for Lin Shuyi.
"grandfather."
Lin Shuyi also went to the Xiqin Restaurant that day, but in the early morning, Old Yang was still making the sauce for the noodles, cutting the beef and pork belly.
There are not many types of Lao Yangtou here, but it has been more than ten years since everything is delicious, and the business is still considerable.
"Xiao Yi is here, have you eaten yet?"
Lin Shuyi shook his head. In fact, he had no rice at home. He came here just to ask Old Yang, how he can earn money, at least to earn money for food.
Hearing that Lin Shuyi hadn't eaten, Lao Yang didn't bother with the things at hand, and brought out a bowl of porridge and a piece of cake from behind.
Porridge is white porridge made from slender glutinous rice. It is translucent and sticky, with a sweet taste.
The cake is baked when making diced pork belly. Finely chopped pork belly is served with chopped shallots and ginger, sprinkled with some pepper powder and light soy sauce. The noodles are warm and warm. Then baked, each layer has meat filling, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, full of flavor, so delicious that people can't wait to swallow their tongues.
Grandpa is a good person, Lin Shuyi couldn't be more clear about it.
"grandfather… "
"Um?"
"Do you know where you can make money?"
"Money?" Old Yang turned around.
Lin Shuyi lowered his head, still a little embarrassed to say, "There is no rice and no money at home, I wonder if I can go out and do something to earn some money back."
He knew there was a lot of money to be made in this place, but he didn't know what he could do.
Old Yangtou obviously didn't know that Lin Shuyi's life had reached this point of embarrassment, and thinking that he was the only one left in his family, this matter was much easier to explain. What can a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child do?
Old Yang couldn't imagine that his grandson was in his twenties and hadn't gone out to work. The county is not big, and he didn't know what Lin Shuyi could do, but he still wanted to help this kid.
Old Yang looked at the noodles in his hand and suddenly had an idea, "Why don't you help me work in my shop, and I'll pay you every month."
The business of his shop is pretty good, and it won't be a problem to support another half-grown child, not to mention that this child is cute and hardworking.
Lin Shuyi's eyes lit up, then darkened again, "I can't help you either."
In fact, Old Yangtou didn't care what Lin Shuyi could do for him, it would be nice to help him put away the plates and bowls in the shop, "It's okay, there's not much work in Grandpa's shop, as long as you don't dislike Grandpa's help." Your salary is low."
Lin Shuyi was finally moved, he naturally wanted to stay here, after all he was familiar with this place.
Looking at the knife next to him, Lin Shuyi's eyes lit up again, "I can cook, grandpa, let me cook for you."
Old Yang suddenly remembered that he had said that he could cook last time, but he didn’t really believe it. Seeing the kid once again swear that he could cook, he felt a little bit eager to tease him. thought.
"What kind of food will Xiaoyi make?"
Lin Shuyi thought about it, and then seriously said to Lao Yang one by one, "I can make distilled lees duck, mandarin duck meatballs, white chicken, emerald mandarin duck eggs..."
Old Yangtou was taken aback by Lin Shuyi's serious look, and when he came back to his senses, he burst out laughing.
"There are quite a few of them. Where did you hear so many recipes? I haven't heard of many of them."
Lin Shuyi thought that it was natural that he had never heard of it, because these are the dishes of Furonglou's local restaurant. He tried Song Yan for a long time before Song Yan agreed to teach him, but he didn't hear the disbelief in Old Yang's words.
When he went back at night, Old Yang gave Lin Shuyi a bag of rice and some meat. After all, Lin Shuyi was not in his shop all day long, and he couldn’t ask Lin Shuyi to eat noodles every day. He didn't believe that Lin Shuyi could cook a big meal, but he also knew that with Lin Shuyi's life experience, it was impossible for him to be like his grandson, who stretched out his clothes for food and opened his mouth for food.
Back home Lin Shuyi put the rice and meat into the kitchen, lay on the bed thinking about things.
Since he wanted to work in Lao Yangtou's restaurant, he didn't want to just collect the bowls and serve the dishes for him. To stand firm, money is essential.
He doesn't want to know why he came to this world, he just wants to know what this world is like? How can I survive in this world.
With such thoughts in mind, Lin Shuyi fell into a drowsy sleep.
When he woke up the next day, Lin Shuyi had an idea in his mind, he wanted to prove to Old Yang that his dishes were indeed very good.
The meat given by Lao Yangtou is still in the kitchen. It is a good piece of pork belly, and he only uses it when making fried noodles.
Lin Shuyi planned to use it to make Dongpo meat.
But there is no flower carving, the essence of Dongpo meat is the best flower carving.
He knew that there should be a vase of flower carvings in Lao Yangtou's place, but he didn't know if it was good or not, and he could always make do with it.
When he ran to borrow Huadiao wine, Old Yang was still busy. Although he didn't know what he was going to do, he let him carry the full bottle. Anyway, it would be useless after he bought it, so he wanted to know , What kind of dishes can Lin Shuyi make
Not only did they borrow Huadiao, but they also borrowed a small casserole for cooking soup at home.
It takes a long time for Dongpo meat. After more than two hours of cooking at home, when the meat is red and tender, the room is full of strong meat aroma. He remembered what Song Yan said when he was making this dish , "Slow fire and less water, when the fire is full, it will be beautiful."
Song Yan is very good at cooking, and he is the best cook in Dayan. He envied him at that time, but fortunately, he can be a cook at ease now.
After it was stewed and steamed, it was still placed in the small casserole that he brought. The things in his house were very simple, and there was nothing else except the necessary pots.
A pot full of meat, a lid can't stop its aroma at all, when Lin Shuyi took it to Xiqin Restaurant, people along the way looked back at him, no, they were looking at the casserole in his hand.
When we arrived at the restaurant, there were already many people in the restaurant, Lin Shuyi lifted the lid, and the aroma filled the entire small restaurant in an instant. It draws everyone's attention to look there.
"What is this? So fragrant?"
"That's right, braised pork? It doesn't seem too big."
Old Yangtou was also attracted by the noise outside, he was dumbfounded when he saw the casserole in Lin Shuyi's hand and the full and attractive meat inside, he never thought that this kid could really cook it.
Lin Shuyi narrowed his eyes with a smile, he would only be so happy when cooking, "Grandpa, try it."
Lao Yang picked up the chopsticks, and everyone wanted to taste some.
So I simply divided a piece for everyone.
It melts in the mouth, fragrant but not greasy, with a lingering aftertaste.
This is probably the best meat Lao Yangtou has ever eaten.
"Where did you buy it, young man? I'll go get a copy too."
Lin Shuyi smiled lightly, "I did it."
Now I don’t believe it anymore, the main reason is that most of these people have children at home, let’s not talk about doing this for such a big one, just asking him to cook noodles for himself, I guess they are too lazy to do it.
Old Yang stood up quite relieved, "Our Xiaoyi made it by himself, how about it? Not bad."
"It's really made by this kid. That's really talented, old Yang, isn't there no one to inherit this small restaurant of yours? Your son doesn't want it either, or you should just teach him this craft so that you don't have to worry about it." Your good craftsmanship has been lost, and this kid’s cooking is so good, next time you cook too much, just say, let’s buy and eat."
One person said this as if joking, but everyone echoed them one after another. The speaker had no intention of listening while the listener was interested. Old Yang looked at Lin Shuyi and remembered these words in his heart.
He answered everyone with a smile, "Okay, next time if you want to eat, just say so, and see if Xiaohui is willing to make it for you."