delicious master

Chapter 228
There weren't many customers today, and Xiao Yuanyuan had been resting on the second floor because of her arm. She practiced a little hard yesterday. Fortunately, she was urged to finish her homework in advance, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to finish it.

Tang Xiaokang went to the hospital alone, brought meals to Xie Juan and Dr. Sun, and visited Xie Juan by the way.

When Tang Xiaokang came back, he happened to meet Ming Dakang coming out of the car.

Since Xiao Wenshuo brought Ming Dakang to Dongju to eat Wensi tofu last time, Ming Dakang also came a few times later, but they were all accompanied by Xiao Wenshuo.

Today, he came here by himself, and someone sent him here. The driver, Tang Xiaokang, had never met him, but Tang Xiaokang knew Ming Dakang.

"Why did you come by yourself, Xiao Wenshuo didn't accompany you?"

Ming Dakang is not young anymore, he is estimated to be about the same age as his old man, maybe even much older.

Now the body is obviously a little weak, and Xiao Wenshuo usually follows with anxiety, but I didn't expect that he would come here by himself today.

Tang Xiaokang, who also just returned to Dongju, hurried up to greet him. Such an old man struggled to walk by himself.

Supporting Ming Dakang, Tang Xiaokang looked at the trembling appearance of the other person and sighed in his heart. This old man has dedicated his whole life to the people, and now he has reached the stage where he can't stand even when walking, which makes people feel a little complicated.

"Sigh, no one will grow old. I'm not sick and can't move in bed. It's fine."

Seeing Tang Xiaokang sighing, Ming Dakang looked very open.

Since he retired, his health has been worsening day by day. Many people sigh when they see him. For example, Xiao Wenshuo keeps talking about him to pay attention to his body every day.

However, Ming Dakang himself didn't feel too much. He was already at this age, and even living a little longer was considered earned. His physical condition was not unacceptable, and he was not in a terminally ill state.

In the early years, he was quite busy, and he worked day and night to wear down his body every day. Now that he can still look like this, Ming Dakang himself is very satisfied.

"There are some things these days, that guy has to keep an eye on them. He's just taking up his post now. It's good for him to run around more, and it's what he should do. After so many years as a deputy, he can figure out how to do things. Not many now. Run away, how will you know how to make decisions in the future, if you don’t come out to see more, then I’m sorry for the burden on him.”

As soon as he talked about the affairs within the system, the old man became energetic, and couldn't help repeating a few words, which made Tang Xiaokang feel a little headache. How could he understand so many twists and turns in this, and he told him that he was playing the piano with the cow.

Tang Xiaokang's idea has always been relatively simple, to practice his cooking skills and make more money. It would be even more perfect if he could learn more dishes from the Tang family's recipes.

Helping Ming Dakang into the Dongju, the snow that fell two days ago is now frozen, and it is easy to slip and slippery when walking on the road, and it is very cold.

The courtyard of the Dongju is a little depressed, with bare sweet-scented osmanthus trees, a lot of snow accumulated in the courtyard, and a snowman built by Xiao Yuanyuan, which Tang Xiaokang and Xiao Yuanyuan made together two days ago when they had nothing to do.

For this reason, Xiao Yuanyuan also contributed her worn-out scarf that has been used for many years. In fact, Tang Xiaokang took it herself. Xiao Yuanyuan has used that scarf for seven or eight years, and has been refusing to let Tang Xiaokang buy a new one. .

There is no way to buy her a new scarf without finding some reason.

In order to buy some new clothes for his little apprentice, Tang Xiaokang also broke his heart.

Old Man Ming Dakang has always liked the courtyard of Dongju. If it wasn't for the winter, he would definitely sit in the courtyard to eat. In Ningcheng now, this area is the only one that can have such a courtyard.

These old houses in the city have the feeling of great vicissitudes. They have witnessed the past of the dynasty and the change of history.

He found a table and sat down. After Ming Dakang sat down, Tang Xiaokang walked directly to the back kitchen.

The other party came to Dongju with only one purpose, and that was to try chrysanthemum tofu soup, which Tang Xiaokang was already very familiar with, so there was no need to ask.

Now Tang Xiaokang cooks all the broth in advance, which can indeed save a lot of work.

The only thing Tang Xiaokang regrets is that his current skill in making soup is not enough. The broth he made can only be said to be good, but it will definitely not reach the level of being full of praise, or even shocking the world.

Without good enough soup, there is no way to make amazing enough dishes. For this, Tang Xiaokang is also a little helpless.

When he first learned Diao Tang from the old man, he just learned it in a hurry, and then went to school. Tang Xiaokang already felt that it was very difficult for him to be able to do Diao Tang to this point.

However, practicing soup stock was too much of a waste of ingredients. On this day, Tang Xiaokang did not dare to try it easily.

Practicing broth every day, the kind of loss is estimated that my mother can hang herself up to smoke. The old man also said that now he has no way to completely master the method of broth, and he can't act too hastily.

So Tang Xiaokang could only calm down his eager thoughts.

Chrysanthemum tofu is not too difficult for the current Tang Xiaokang. After all, his knife skills have already entered the intermediate level at this moment. Chrysanthemum tofu has relatively high requirements for knife skills, but for the current Tang Xiaokang, it is no longer necessary Mind to do something.

He cut out the chrysanthemum tofu easily and freehand, soaked it in clean water and washed it. After all the broken tofu was cleaned, he soaked it in the warm clear soup. This was something Tang Xiaokang found out later.

Soaking the tofu in the stock in advance can allow the chrysanthemum tofu to absorb the soup better and take out the beany smell of the tofu.

Take out the ceramic knife, cut the matsutake and boil it in the broth, then add tofu, add the blanched vegetables, the color is bright, and the last wolfberry is the finishing touch.

No matter how many times I have seen this chrysanthemum tofu, I think it is a masterpiece. It is possible to combine matsutake soup and chrysanthemum tofu to make such an amazing delicacy. The minds of those chefs in the past are really amazing. admire.

Going out with the finished chrysanthemum tofu, Tang Xiaokang watched Ming Dakang take out his reading glasses tremblingly, and looked at the phone in his hand.

No matter what, he is still old!
Putting the chrysanthemum tofu soup in front of Ming Dakang, Tang Xiaokang put the tray back and sat beside Ming Dakang.

As an old man, eating alone always feels lonely and needs someone to accompany him, which is why Ming Dakang came to live in Dongdong when he was old.

(End of this chapter)