Siheyuan: Silly Zhu snatches my teacher Ran and cries for him

Chapter 59 Small Theater

"The three gentlemen, stop chatting and let Anguo cook. I guarantee that he has a deeper understanding of cooking skills than historical research."

When Ran Qiuye came back from washing the dishes, he hurriedly stopped a few people from discussing further.

Ran Qiuye understood very well, if a few people's discussion turned into an argument, shouldn't they quarrel for three days and three nights?
"Oh, I'm going to try Anguo's handicrafts again today. During the Spring Festival, the meal is really delicious. Zhonghan and Shouyan, you should taste it later."

Having said that, Wang Zhonghan and Zhao Shouyan immediately began to look forward to it.

Men in Forty-Nine City, who doesn't like delicious food?

People eat for food.

Deliciousness is always a beautiful thing that people have been pursuing.

China's thousands of years of history have never been separated from food.

Lin Anguo originally planned to do a few random things as usual today, but today is Qigong's first time here, so he always wants to show his skills.

"Qiuye, go home and bring a kitchen knife."

The deaf old lady only had a kitchen knife here, and Lin Anguo wanted to chop up the meat, a knife would be too much of a waste of time.

Ran Qiuye nodded, and ran home to get a kitchen knife.

And Lin Anguo didn't sit still, and started cutting the eggplant.

Cut two eggplants into strips and put them aside. At this time, Ran Qiuye also came in with a kitchen knife.

With two kitchen knives in hand, Lin Anguo began to chop up minced meat.

This movement was not small, and it attracted the eyes of Qi Gong and the others.

"Xiao Lin is going to make minced eggplant."

Wang Zhonghan knew what Lin Anguo was going to cook when he saw it.

After hearing this, Qi Gong was drooling when he saw the eggplant next to him.

"If I knew I could have a meal, I would have brought my wife along."

Zhao Shouyan still didn't believe it, it was just home-cooked food, how delicious it could be, Qi Gong could say that.

"Is it really that delicious?"

Qi Gong nodded and said: "When you eat it, you will understand what it means to have endless aftertaste. After a few months, I still remember a few dishes on the night of the Spring Festival."

Exaggerated, exaggerated.

Why not just make a dish.

After Lin Anguo finished frying the minced meat and put it aside, he added some bean paste, put the eggplant in the pot and stir-fried, and then simmered.

During the waiting time, Lin Anguo started to cook the next dish.

Cabbage tofu soup.

Forty-nine cities and even the entire Northeast, there is no shortage of cabbage all year round.

The simple cabbage is almost turned into a flower by the northerners. Cabbage is added to stews, cabbage is used to pickle vegetables, cabbage is added to soups, and cabbage is the protagonist of stir-fried dishes.

Lin Anguo's cooking speed is very fast, and the next few dishes are directly out of the pan after being stir-fried.

In less than half an hour, five dishes and one soup were served on the table.

Ran Qiuye quickly put the bowls and chopsticks on, and came over with a bowl of rice and steamed buns.

Six people eating six dishes is indeed a bit extravagant and wasteful, but the aroma of the dishes is somewhat charming, Qi Gong and the others can't care less about criticizing Lin Anguo.

"Eat, three gentlemen."

After Lin Anguo was seated, he asked Qi Gong and the others to move their chopsticks, while he picked up the eggplant with minced meat and swept all the minced meat into the deaf old lady's bowl.

The presence of three strangers at home made the deaf old lady feel a little uncomfortable.

All morning, I didn't say a word.

Lin Anguo must take care of the feelings of the deaf old lady.

After the three of them tasted the first bite, there was only the eternal sound of chopsticks colliding on the dinner table.

Two 10 minutes later.

Lin Anguo didn't know if Qigong and the others understood what it means to have endless aftertaste.

But I understand what it means to be in a storm.

There were five plates and three basins in total, and they were all cleaned up, not a single grain of rice was left.

In the end, Wang Zhonghan used the broth of minced meat and eggplant to eat with rice.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, Anguo, you shouldn't study history, you should be a cook!"

For a professor who studies history, being able to say such words is already the highest praise for Lin Anguo.

Qigong is not rejecting anyone who comes, I want it.

"An Guo can study history and culinary skills at the same time. The two are not incompatible. In a few decades, he will definitely become a master of the generation."

"My students must be the best cooks in the history field, and the deepest historical research in the chef field."

As for Zhao Shouyan, he was already thinking about whether to let Lin Anguo serve as the chef of Huaxia Bookstore's cafeteria in case Lin Anguo was recruited to correct the 24 history in the future.

Think about it, who are the people who corrected the 24 history?

They are all top masters and experts.

To make these people eat delicious food, the work efficiency must not be doubled.

Lin Anguo was almost speechless, he waved his hands, not daring to accept these reputations.

"Several gentlemen, don't say that, and don't go out and talk nonsense. My family can't afford to be built by the masters of Sijiucheng. I don't care if I live in poverty or not. What I care about is that my family can be safe."

These words poured over everyone's heads like cold water, and there was a brief silence in the room.

Zhao Shouyan was the first to break the silence.

"Today's visit really shouldn't be true. We should let Professor Qi Gong call you to his home."

"But Anguo, you can rest assured, calm down and do research, and don't waste your cooking skills."

With this guarantee, Lin Anguo felt relieved.

To be honest, contacting these people in front of me is a mixed bag.

The good thing is that the literati at the beginning of the founding of China were very closely intertwined with the sky of Sijiucheng. After all, those people at the top were also literati.

The bad thing is that because they are too close, once they are suppressed, these people will die miserably.

Lin Anguo was dancing on a tightrope.

"Han Feizi" said that Confucianism violates the law with literature, and chivalry violates the law with martial arts.

The internal fear of a country's governance is the nonsense of literati, and the fear of resisting foreign enemies is the opponent's force.

"How about this, let's put on a play to avoid some troubles for An Guo."

Zhao Shouyan was younger than Qi Gong and Wang Zhonghan, and he was an editor with a more active mind. In order to maintain the relationship with Lin Anguo, he thought of a way.

acting?

Lin Anguo suddenly felt something interesting.

Soon.

Qigong and the others bid farewell.

Lin Anguo sent them to the gate.

Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and Xu Damao were all there, and it would be no good if these three gathered together.

But Lin Anguo and the others have already discussed what to do.

"An Guo, borrowing some money is like killing you, no matter what, I have taught you, alas!"

Before going out, Qi Gong sighed heavily.

Lin Anguo crossed his hips, looking bored.

"Fuck off, why don't you three bastards lend me money, my poor family is almost out of control."

Wang Zhonghan flicked his sleeves angrily and shouted: "It's an insult to gentleness!"

"Let's go, I don't think there's enough embarrassment!"

Zhao Shouyan hurriedly pulled the two of them away.

Lin Anguo watched the backs of the few people leaving, and even spat hard on the ground.

This is what Zhao Shouyan said about acting.

A very simple plot, staged a plot where teachers and students turned against each other because of borrowing money.

(End of this chapter)