Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The old man said as he threw the shovel in his hand, walked up to Zhao Ke, changed his angry expression, and said with a smile on his face, "So I want to put minced garlic, no wonder Miss doesn't like it, come here, sit here."

Zhao Ke saw that although this little old man had a bad temper, he was very straightforward, and he immediately admitted his mistakes, which made him feel good about him.

After all, they are all cooks, and they all say that their colleagues are enemies, and the cooks are even more so. Sometimes even if someone corrects them, even if they know it is wrong, they still grit their teeth and refuse to change.

The little old man in front of him was able to let go of his face, which also made Zhao Ke look at him with admiration.

"Little brother, try my dish again."

The little old man obviously didn't want to admit defeat, and after pulling Zhao Ke to sit down, he immediately asked someone to bring out the specialty dishes he had copied before, only to see the dish cover opened, and a gust of hot air came out.

Zhao Ke raised his nose and sniffed, his eyes lit up immediately, and he looked again, on the vermilion dinner plate, there were golden balls of sweet and sour pork standing on it, the meat balls were wrapped in golden icing, very happy.

"Sweet and sour pork with rock sugar?"

This dish is definitely a wonderful work in Zhejiang cuisine. It is sweet, fragrant, glutinous and soft, and it is an authentic side dish.

But in Zhao Ke's impression, there are only a handful of people who can make this dish into such a good appearance.

"Try..."

I saw the little old man handing over the chopsticks courteously, urging Zhao Ke to try his housekeeping dish.

Zhao Ke was not polite when he saw this, he picked up a piece of sweet and sour meat, put it in his mouth, and said, "Ka!" With the sound of cracking the crispy sugar coating, he saw the ruddy soup squeezed out from the inside of the meat ball, but Zhao Ke had a smile on his face. Suddenly froze, looked at the steaming hot Gu Lu meat on the plate in front of him, and thought: "It's cold!"

Chapter 24 Mistake (Part [-])

The dishes were obviously steaming, looking at the cook who served the plate, he still felt that the plate was hot, but when he ate it, it was ice-hard and even raw.

If it weren't for the aroma of the dish in front of him, Zhao Ke would have concluded that this dish is definitely a rare delicacy, and Zhao Ke would have even wondered if the little old man was deliberately making fun of himself.

"Little brother, how does it taste!"

Zhao Ke turned his head and looked at the little old man looking at him sincerely, waiting for him to give him an evaluation of his specialty dish.

"Mmm... delicious!"

Against his conscience, Zhao Ke managed to maintain a smile on his face, and swallowed the piece of grunt meat in his mouth.

Hearing Zhao Ke said yes, the little old man immediately showed a complacent look on his face, and said with a satisfied smile: "Of course, let me tell you, I have put a lot of thought into this dish..."

I only heard the little old man describe the process of his dish from beginning to end. Although Zhao Ke couldn't taste it, he basically had an evaluation of this dish in his heart after listening to the process.

"Come, come, have some tea, little brother has good taste, why haven't I seen it before?"

The little old man handed Zhao Ke a cup of tea with his own hands, making the other cooks in the kitchen jealous.

Their master, at least said to have been in the Bai family for three or four hundred years, and was said to be a cook, but no one knew exactly what his identity was.

There are rumors that he was originally an elder of the Bai family, and there are also rumors that he is the psychic of the first generation of their Bai family.

But the specific identity, except for the little old man himself, no one has made it clear, so even if he is the steward of the Bai family, when he sees the little old man on weekdays, he has to warmly call him teacher.

In short, they have been following the little old man in the kitchen for so long, except for the young lady of the Bai family, they have never seen the little old man be so warm to anyone.

Zhao Ke stretched out his hand to take the tea, wiped it on his mouth, and smelled a fresh fragrance, but the tea in his mouth was cold and astringent, like stale tea that had been left for a few days.

Seeing the little old man sip the tea in his hand, he seemed to be very satisfied with the tea, Zhao Ke couldn't help thinking in his heart: "Could it be... because I'm a living person?"

When Zhao Ke thought about it, he also felt that there was a possibility. Whether it was Cuilan, the sweet and sour pork that he tasted just now, or even the cup of tea in his hand, he seemed completely out of place with this place.

In the final analysis, it was because he was a living person, and no matter what the things in the underworld were, he felt cold to the touch.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but look at the flames on the stove, an idea popped up in his mind, he turned to the little old man and said: "My master just entered the Bai family today, and it hasn't been seven days yet, so you haven't seen it before." I."

"Oh! It turns out that today's wedding banquet is for your family." The little old man nodded repeatedly, looking at Zhao Ke with more kindness in his eyes.

"I'm dissatisfied with the old man. Your sweet and sour pork dish is really good. It's really an honor for Xiaosheng to taste such a dish. Why don't you let me cook a dish for you to try."

"you!"

The little old man looked Zhao Ke up and down, and there was a bit of novelty in his eyes. He immediately nodded and agreed, followed Zhao Ke to the stove, and stood aside to observe.

"Little brother, what materials do you need, I will ask them to prepare them for you."

Hearing this, Zhao Ke saw that there was still a pot of rice noodles on the table, raised his brows and said, "That's it."

"Pho?"

Seeing that Zhao Ke only chose hor fun, the faces of the cooks around were slightly disappointed, wondering what tricks a pot of hor fun could make.

On the other hand, the little old man squinted his eyes and stood behind Zhao Ke, looking forward to Zhao Ke's next move.

Of course, there is also the meaning of wanting to find fault in this. No matter how straightforward the little old man is, he is always a bit unsightly when he is sent to the army for no reason, and he inevitably wants to get back some face.

But soon, the little wish in the little old man's heart came to nothing. I saw Zhao Ke lifted the kitchen knife, bang bang bang... The blade was fast and fast in Zhao Ke's hand, cutting horizontally and vertically, and a peony carved from a radish quickly take shape.

The little old man couldn't help but be surprised by just this knife skill. The little old man is like this, let alone other cooks.

The level of a cook can often be seen from the knife skills. The original dissatisfaction with Zhao Ke disappeared completely when Zhao Ke made a move.

"Ziz..."

Stir-fry on a high fire, turn over a spoonful of hot oil, and the flames burst into the pot instantly. The oncoming heat wave made the surrounding cooks choose to avoid it.

"really!"

Zhao Ke's heart tightened. Facing the fire rising from the pot in front of him, instead of feeling hot, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing.

Not only the fire, but also the oil that has been ignited in the pot. Zhao Ke quickly took a spoon and splashed a drop on his hand, but he couldn't even feel the heat.

"It seems that everything in Yincao is completely opposite to Yangjian."

Zhao Ke settled down in his heart. Although he couldn't feel the heat and temperature, it didn't hinder him from cooking. On the contrary, it gave Zhao Ke a new experience.

He deliberately controlled the fire to the maximum, put in the prepared ingredients, and quickly started to stir fry in the pot. Relying on the smell from the pot, Zhao Ke could still accurately judge the heat.

Stir-fried with salt, vinegar, sesame oil, and other ingredients, it looks almost the same as ordinary fried rice noodles, but soon, I saw that Zhao Ke stopped the fire and continued to add ingredients, mixed with beef on the side plate, and stir-fried again .

Immediately, I saw Zhao Ke's chopsticks stirring inside, the beef was wrapped in rice noodles, rolled into flower rolls, and Zhao Ke put it on the plate.

"This beef seems a bit raw!"

Without the little old man needing to speak, the other cooks on the side couldn't help reminding that although the beef was supposed to be, Zhao Ke only stir-fried the beef once, and it was probably only medium rare.

Zhao Ke ignored the reminder from the cook at the side, took out a bottle of Moutai from the storage ring, sprinkled a circle on the rice noodles, lit the Moutai with his hand, and suddenly a pure blue flame lit up on the dinner plate. ignite.

As the flames burned, the rice noodles on the plate began to tighten rapidly, and the beef wrapped in the rice noodles was immediately squeezed out of golden fat, exuding the unique aroma of beef during roasting.