delicious master

Chapter 18 The old man is here

After a busy day, Tang Xiaokang didn't even know when he fell asleep.

However, in my sleep yesterday, I seemed to recall the pine nut lily cake in my memory.

After waking up, the smell of sweat from last night, even in winter, was covered overnight. Frowning, Tang Xiaokang walked into the bathroom without saying a word.

After a while of freshening up, the whole person came out of the room refreshingly. The sun was good today, so I opened the windows on the second floor and propped up the quilt to dry it off.

It was almost eight o'clock, and it would be late if I didn't open the door. I hurriedly went downstairs, opened the door of Dongju, and cleaned the yard. Boss Wu delivered the mutton on time.

Last night I specially sent a message to ask the other party to bring more. Today there are three whole pieces of mutton brisket. It is very easy to make four barrels of mutton soup after disassembly.

Yesterday Tang Xiaokang could see that the number of diners in Dongju had gradually increased in the past two days.

And the delicious salt-baked chicken must be completed as soon as possible, and the huge Dongju cannot be allowed. In the end, only a Cantonese-style mutton soup can be sold.

This is very inconsistent with Dongju’s status.

Cleaning, preparing ingredients, cooking soup, deboning...

Skillfully operating all these, Tang Xiaokang is in a good mood.

"Are you making mutton soup?"

While Tang Xiaokang was enjoying the fun of making his own dishes, a serious voice suddenly came from behind him.

Tang Xiaokang was taken aback, and when he looked back, it was an old man, and the familiar face made him cry out involuntarily.

"grandfather?"

There are countless pots and pans hanging on the old man. Like Tang Xiaokang, he has a square face and piercing eyes. It is completely impossible to tell that he has suffered a serious illness at the beginning of the year.

"Oh, my old man, you are recovering from your illness, why did you come here like this! You didn't even tell me in advance!"

Skillfully unloading all the pots and pans from the old man, seeing the old man's appearance, Tang Xiaokang silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Being able to live like a dragon and a tiger like this, it seems that the old man's life in the country is really good.

Allowing Tang Xiaokang to put everything aside, the old man came to the front of the four cauldrons, smelled the aroma of mutton soup in it, and his eyes showed a trace of surprise.

He casually took out a pair of bowls and chopsticks from the cabinet at the back, poured a little of the mutton soup into the bowl, and after tasting it carefully, the surprise in the old man's eyes became even more intense.

"Is this what you burned?"

Looking at the four vats in front of him, Tang Youwei's tone was full of incredible.

Tang Xiaokang was able to cook such a level of Cantonese-style mutton soup, which is more surprising than the weight of the pigs he has raised for a year.

Hearing the general surprise in the old man's tone, Tang Xiaokang puffed out his chest proudly.

"Besides your genius grandson, who else can be."

"I am ashamed to say that I have taught you this Cantonese-style mutton soup for five years, and you have only learned it for me now. You can withdraw from the Tang family's genealogy."

Seeing Tang Xiaokang's triumphant appearance, Comrade Tang Youwei struck mercilessly.

By the way, he casually turned down the heat of the four barrels of soup. He has been in Dongju's back kitchen for almost 30 years, and everything is as familiar to him as his own siblings.

"I told you, winter mutton soup tastes better when cooked slowly. You remember the slow cooking, but why can't you remember to turn down the heat a little? It's so hot, you think it's the Flame Mountain!"

Then, he took out salt from a group of seasoning jars.

"The radish tastes bad, especially after boiling the soup for such a long time, the amount of salt is not enough."

Standing there quietly, listening to the old man's narration, Tang Xiaokang silently recorded everything in his heart.

He knew that this was the summary of the old man's own experience over the years, and it was also the experience that belonged exclusively to Tang's recipes.

Usually the old man is very busy and needs to recuperate, so he basically doesn't come here, but now he can learn a little more.

After finishing all this, the rest will need time to evaporate the deliciousness of the mutton soup. The old man Tang Youwei did not procrastinate, took off his coat, put it on the chair in the hall, and began to ask Tang Xiaokang .

"You said you had a problem with your delicious salt-baked chicken? Because the chicken wasn't good enough, it affected the taste of the whole salt-baked chicken."

He directly named the purpose of this time and began to ask about Tang Xiaokang's experience in making delicious salt-baked chicken.

Seeing the anxious look of the old man, Tang Xiaokang was afraid that the old man would not be able to bear it after a long journey, so he wanted to persuade the old man to rest first, and the matter of the salt-baked chicken can be done in the afternoon or tomorrow.

But Mr. Tang Youwei couldn't wait that long, especially in the countryside. When he heard that Tang Xiaokang was able to start cooking delicious salt-baked chicken, he rushed over immediately with excitement.

It has been nearly 15 years since Tang Xiaokang learned to cook, and then he faced the senior high school entrance examination, and he failed the cooking skills in the college entrance examination.

Tang Youwei has always hoped that Tang Xiaokang can inherit his craft, not only because Tang Xiaokang is the only heir of the Tang family, but also because he has the talent and drive to be a cook.

If you don’t feel like cooking, it’s not a big deal. If you don’t feel like it once, you can do it a hundred times, a thousand times. As long as you practice repeatedly, it will always be time to get enlightened again.

But later on, Tang Xiaokang didn't want to inherit the Tang family's culinary skills at all, which made Tang Youwei a little disheartened.

Originally at the beginning of the year, I still had the idea of ​​giving it a try, and asked Tang Xiaokang, who had just graduated, to inherit the Dongju, to see if he could rekindle his interest in being a cook.

But who would have thought that this not only aroused Tang Xiaokang's interest in being a cook, but even his talent.

Cantonese-style mutton soup seems to be an ordinary dish, but since it can be used as Dongju's winter signboard, it naturally has its unique features. Without the guidance of rich experience and soup recipes, I want to make a dish. It is almost impossible to have enough Dongju Cantonese-style mutton soup.

Unexpectedly, Tang Xiaokang not only made Cantonese-style mutton soup, but now he even started to study the delicious salt-baked chicken, which he is not very good at.

This doesn't make Tang Youwei unhappy.

But the old man Tang Youwei also knew that he must not be able to show it now, otherwise judging from his grandson's personality, he would definitely be arrogant and boundless.

"Waiting? I'm afraid that Dongju's signboard will be demolished by you."

"Don't talk about it with me, it's useless, it's useless, hurry up, show me that chicken first, don't say anything else, look at the chicken first."

With his hands behind his back, Tang Youwei showed the aura of a stubborn old man that he had trained Tang Xiaokang back then.

Seeing such a menacing old man, Tang Xiaokang had no choice but to walk into the kitchen and take out the only hen that could not lay eggs.

(End of this chapter)