delicious master

Chapter 9
Tang Xiaokang was already waiting at the gate of the Dongju courtyard, looking at the empty alley, the white lamps shone on the ground, emitting circles of halo, like ancient lanterns.

"Hey, slow down."

In the alley, it seemed that he could vaguely hear Mr. Ning's words, which were somewhat unclear.

"It's just a few steps, why can't you walk anymore, it's almost here!"

Following Mr. Ning's voice was an anxious urging voice. The old lady's voice was a little weak, but she could vaguely hear the excitement of those words.

Not long after, at the entrance of the alley, two old men could be seen gradually walking towards here.

Tao Meifang, Grandma Tao seemed to be a little bit sluggish, Mr. Ning followed her, walked with her, and urged her to slow down from time to time.

After wandering around for a long time, the two old men came to the gate of Dongju.

As soon as they arrived, Tao Meifang was holding on to the door frame, panting.

"This person is too old to accept. I thought I could walk ten miles to the next town with Tingting on my back, but now I can't even walk that far."

He greeted Tang Xiaokang who was standing at the door, and upon hearing this, Mr. Ning turned to Tao Meifang and said.

"That's what you said. I told you not to leave in such a hurry, but you still didn't listen to me. I'll help you sit in the yard."

Complaining non-stop, Mr. Ning stretched out his hand to support Tao Meifang, carefully helped her to the yard, found a chair and sat down, looking at his wife's pale face, with a little sweat on his forehead.

Ning Zhiyang wiped it for the other party with some distress.

Ignoring Mr. Ning's words, Tao Meifang kept her eyes fixed on Tang Xiaokang who was standing aside.

His eyes kept scanning over him.

"Are you the grandson of Master Tang?"

Said with a look of nostalgia, Tao Meifang also waved her hand, which was about a little higher than the marble table in the yard.

"I don't know if you remember, but I met you before. At that time, you were only this old, and you followed Master Tang and said that you wanted to learn to be a chef."

"How could Master Xiaotang know? He was only a little old at that time, at most he was four years old, and he hadn't fully started to remember things yet."

Listening to his wife's words, Mr. Ning couldn't help laughing. At that time, Tang Xiaokang was just a brat, and basically all the familiar diners in Dongjuli had dealt with him.

But Tang Xiaokang was still young at that time, so he probably couldn't remember anything.

"Yes, yes."

After muttering for a while, Tao Meifang regretted that Tang Xiaokang didn't remember herself at all.

Tang Xiaokang stood there and smiled awkwardly. He really didn't remember what Tao Meifang said just now.

When he lived in Dongju with his grandfather, he was really too young, and there were only fragments of memories of that time.

But the two old people in front of him are already such an old age, and they are both old diners of Dongju, so they can't deceive themselves.

At this time, Tang Xiaokang had the time to observe Mr. Ning's wife. After all, it was related to the recipe of the Tang family. Delicious salt-baked chicken was not only an urgent need for Dongju, but also a delicious dish that had been lost in the recipe of the Tang family. Tang Xiaokang didn't pay attention.

The grandmother's complexion was abnormally pale, sallow, and her lips were bloodless.

Although it is said that with the growth of age, the blood of the old man will decline to a certain extent, but such an exaggeration as Grandma Tao Meifang Tao has basically never been seen.

Seeing Mr. Ning carefully wiping the other party's sweat, this cautious feeling made Tang Xiaokang feel more and more that there might be something wrong with Grandma Tao's body, at least she would not be too happy, otherwise she would not have such a look.

When people get old, it seems that everything becomes complicated.

"Take a break, both of you, and I'll prepare some mutton soup."

With a sigh, Tang Xiaokang walked towards the back kitchen.

Although I don't understand why Grandma Tao is obsessed with Dongju's Cantonese-style mutton soup, since it is an old man's obsession, Tang Xiaokang feels that he should take it seriously.

Not only what I should do as a chef, but also Dongju's answer to a diner.

The soft and sticky mutton that had already been steamed has been cut up, and Tang Xiaokang's expression at this moment is extraordinarily meticulous and serious.

Put all your thoughts on it, almost every piece of mutton is the same size, use long chopsticks to pick out the radish, take advantage of the rich water in the soup, quickly change the knife, try to keep the taste of the food as much as possible, and prevent it from being lost.

Take out the seasoning bowl, put the radish in, spread the mutton, stir the slightly tumbling mutton soup with a spoon, and pour it on the mutton.

Accompanied by a burst of white mist, the mutton soup with rich aroma and bright yellow color appeared in front of my eyes.

Take fresh green onions, cut them into small pieces and slowly sprinkle them on the mutton soup, giving the whole bowl of soup a touch of green color and a hint of fragrance.

He walked out of the back kitchen with two bowls of mutton soup and put them in front of the two old people.

"Cantonese-style mutton soup, please use it slowly."

After saying something softly, after handing the mutton soup in front of the two of them, Tang Xiaokang gradually backed away.

For the rest, he doesn't need to do anything, just wait for this bowl of mutton soup to ferment slowly, and finally burst out with rich colors.

Although it feels like the time is very short, it's like doing nothing at all.

But for these two bowls of soup, Tang Xiaokang has been preparing them since the morning. It can be said that the two bowls of mutton soup in front of Mr. Ning and Grandma Tao were carefully prepared by Tang Xiaokang for a whole day. .

Although simple, it contains countless details, ideas and techniques.

The night was quiet and the day was cold.

In order to prevent catching cold, the two old people had already entered Dongju's room while Tang Xiaokang was still preparing.

Sitting at the same window seat as Mr. Ning in the morning.

The mutton soup in front of him was still steaming, and the chopped green onions were soaked in the golden soup, which was really beautiful.

Passing the spoon to his wife, Mr. Ning smiled and said, "It's the same as Master Tang's craftsmanship, haven't you been talking about it for a long time, try it quickly."

"it is good."

Looking at the mutton soup in front of her eyes, and looking at Mr. Ning's smile, Tao Meifang showed a slight smile on Grandma Tao's face.

Taking a sip of the mutton soup with a spoon, Grandma Tao skillfully picked up the mutton with chopsticks, soaked it in the mutton soup, and tasted it.

Seeing that his wife was finally willing to move his chopsticks, Mr. Ning also heaved a sigh of relief, with a similar smile on his face, and began to taste the mutton soup in front of him. For some reason, he felt that the portion in front of him was actually better than the one he had in the morning. The mutton soup I have tasted is even more delicious.

He also took a sip of the soup first, then picked up the mutton and ate it.

"This lamb."

Just after entering the mouth, Mr. Ning noticed something different. Although the mutton in the morning was soft and glutinous, the skin was still a little firm and elastic, and it was a bit difficult to eat.

But the mutton in the evening did not have such a situation. On the contrary, it became more soft and glutinous, and it melted in the mouth. The wonderful taste of the mutton was perfectly mixed with the soup, which really opened his eyes. .

(End of this chapter)