Song Mingyue

Chapter 27 A Young Master Who Can't Write Poetry Is Not a Good Cook
Although there is no chili, the three seasonings of ginger, onion and garlic are already available in this era, and there is even pepper, which is enough for half-baked cooks.

Neatly cut slices of meat, cleanly washed seasonal vegetables, crystal clear fish, and white as jade tofu all look pleasing to the eye, like works of art.

In particular, Zhao Hao abruptly spent 1000 merit coins in exchange for a basic culinary skills book. The knife skills of cutting vegetables instantly became pure and pure, and the posture of cutting vegetables was fast and graceful, like dancing. all stayed.

What was just a little unaccustomed to her was that what she didn't understand was why Zhao Hao kept throwing her two kitchen knives from his left hand to his right hand, and from his right hand to his left hand, like juggling, which dazzled her.

Soon, she understood that this was not a necessary action for chopping vegetables. Although she couldn't see the expression on her face, she couldn't help showing a deep smile in her eyes, like the bright sunshine, warm and slightly sighing—this guy is too Childish.

That was the best dish Zhao Hao cooked in his life. Even after many years, his cooking skills have reached the super level, but he still misses that day when he cooked that dish in the hut behind the Ten Mile Peach Blossom Forest.

Warm, cozy, extremely relaxing, intoxicating...

The woman who was watching his performance quietly watched him washing, chopping and frying vegetables, as well as his exaggerated performances, such as throwing and catching kitchen knives to play cool, making the vegetables and oil in the pot burst into flames. Gao threw up the vegetables in the pot—almost twisted his hands.

There was no exclamation, no anger, only a quiet smile, a warm smile, and even a little... doting smile, just like she did to those boys, but it seemed slightly different.

Zhao Hao, who was originally 25 or [-] years old in his heart, suddenly subconsciously felt that he seemed to be like a naughty boy, trying his best to play tricks in front of this veiled woman. .

A plate of boiled fish, without pepper and dried chili, replaced with pepper, white and tender fish lying on top of crispy bean sprouts, supplemented with ginger, onion and garlic, a large pot full, the aroma... makes those boys It can't be finished in a lifetime.

Stir-fried seasonal vegetables, even though they have been roasted over high heat, are still green and mouth-watering.

Homemade tofu, yellow on the outside and tender on the inside, is complemented by a rich and fragrant soup, paired with long scallions, which is elegant and fragrant.

There is also fried pork with mushrooms, which seems to be light and light, but it is fragrant and fragrant.

At the end, there is a scallion and egg soup, with some fresh mushrooms and sliced ​​meat, which can be regarded as a three delicacies—he doesn’t know whether it is the local three delicacies or what kind of three delicacies.

Mr. Mei Lin's eyes were still warm and clear as water, but they were a little more appreciative and amazed.

"This is the most delicious dish that Mei Lin has ever eaten in this life. Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhao not only cooks well, but also cooks well. I don't know why he got a bad reputation in the past."

Zhao Hao's answer was very convincing: "Master said: A son who can't compose poetry is not a good cook!"

To Zhao Hao's satisfaction, Mr. Mei Lin was really smart, and he didn't ask stupid questions like "Did Confucius really say that?" Instead, he smiled captivatingly.

The kind who wanted to chuckle but forcibly held back, a pair of beautiful eyes like autumn water smiled into a crescent moon shape, his body trembled slightly when he laughed, he almost poked his forehead with his slender fingers, and then turned silently. turn around.

Although the veil covered her face, Zhao Hao could imagine that under the thick veil, there must be a smile as white as jade, as bright as a spring flower, and a mouthful of neat, clean and flawless teeth... a smile Fall into the city, then smile into the country.

The aroma of the food gradually floated outside the house, causing the group of boys to gather outside the kitchen window, drooling and inhaling the aroma, as if they were afraid of missing a breath.

This meal, everyone ate surprisingly sweet, some boys bit their tongues, and some licked the dishes clean, so they didn't need to wash them at all.

For a person in charge of the spoon, this is the most useful affirmation and praise.

When I was a cook back then, I was only at the level of a food stall. I never thought that one day, the dishes I cooked would be astonishing as heaven and man-of course, this is also related to the quality of raw materials, which are pure, natural and pollution-free.

The song "High Mountain and Flowing Water" is Mr. Mei Lin's thanks to Zhao Hao.

With a slight movement of the fingertips, the sound of the piano pierced through the air.

Immediately after graduation, the sound of the piano is as clear and sweet as the cricket, and as lingering as flowing water.The sound of the piano is like water, indifferent to the hustle and bustle of the world, blurring the boundaries between men and women, only the melodious music.The sound of the piano is like fog, curling up and drifting away, never fading the beautiful and swan song in my heart.

"Good song."

Zhao Hao admired it from the bottom of his heart, such an art made him temporarily give up the idea of ​​exchanging for the elementary skill book of piano skills. Even after his piano skills have been upgraded to the super level, he still feels ashamed of Yiren.

"My son's culinary skills are still fragrant to this day. I think the cooking bet between you and the Zheng family must be extremely interesting. I wonder if Fang'er can take a look?"

Of course you can, otherwise, could it be that my son traveled all the way to the wilderness to hunt birds?However, Mr. Mei Lin is Mr. Mei Lin. He knows the elegant meaning after hearing the string song, and he already knows the purpose of coming without me telling him. Such a smart and beautiful woman is like a fairy!
"Zhao Hao is extremely honored to be able to invite Mr. Mei Lin to come here; naturally Hao'er will be very happy if Fang'er personally supports him."

As the red sun slanted to the west, Zhao Hao spent the whole afternoon amidst the sound of the piano and the laughter of the boys, and finally couldn't help but bid farewell.

When Zhao Hao walked in front of Chai Fei, he saw Zhao Yun and others sitting under the peach blossom tree, taking a nap, so many people didn't know how to play backgammon with small stones on the ground...

However, when he saw Liang Lie's resentful expression, Zhao Hao suddenly remembered that he was enjoying the food in the hut, but the few of them ate a few mouthfuls of the godmother at most, and he couldn't help feeling sorry.

"Let's go, go to the nearest Zuixianlou, I'm the host." Zhao Hao waved his hand and laughed.

"Where is the madman, why did you come here uninvited, gather here, and disturb my sister Qingxiu!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud shout in front of him, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, shaking the peach blossoms down, and Zhao Hao was so startled that he hurriedly raised his head and looked forward.

I saw a boy like half a black tower standing majestically in front of everyone, with a look of displeasure on his face.

Zhao Dian was about to move forward, but heard Yang Fang's voice from behind: "Your brother must not be rude, Mr. Zhao is your distinguished guest."

The boy who was as strong as a calf immediately lowered his head and obediently moved out of the way.

Zhao Hao looked at the young man, but he felt a burst of praise in his heart. An eleven or twelve-year-old boy has actually reached 68 martial strength. If he is guided by a famous teacher, it will not be a problem to raise it to more than 80 or even 85.

(End of this chapter)