Siheyuan: Forced me to split the room at the beginning

Lin Yuan was also confused when he heard this. No, he looked at the bowl of rabbit meat on his table.

Lin Yuan said bluntly: "I didn't expect that Third Master was so smart. It's not that easy to find a good master nowadays."

"That's right." Niu Dabiao became even more angry after hearing Lin Yuan's words: "Back then, I served my master for three months before he agreed to let me learn from him. But this third uncle asked me to accept his three precious sons as my apprentices for a bowl of shredded meat. How dare he be so shameless."

"Then you didn't agree?" Lin Yuan suddenly asked.

"Humph, of course he didn't agree. But Third Master is really too shameless. I told him that I should ask my master about this matter. If he doesn't agree, I can just send him off."

That's fine. Lin Yuan was relieved when he heard that Liu Dabiao did not agree. He couldn't agree to this. If he agreed, there would be a lot of trouble in the future.

After Niu Dabiao vented his anger, he felt very comfortable and happy. He looked at the sky awkwardly, smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm sorry, Lin Yuan, for disturbing your rest."

Lin Yuan waved his hand and said, "I'm not ready to go to bed yet. Brother Da Biao, I think your cooking skills are really good. You can try to take on banquets in the future. You can earn more this way."

Niu Dabiao was very excited when he heard this and clapped his legs and said, "That's what I thought. Thank you very much, Lin Yuan."

The next day, Lin Yuan woke up more than an hour earlier than usual, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he made some chicken soup, and then started to wash up.

Lin Yuan stewed the soup at home this time. He also added spiritual spring water to the soup, which made the aroma even more fragrant. The people in the courtyard who had just smelled the fragrance kept sniffing their noses. My god, why is this fragrance more fragrant than yesterday? Their stomachs also started to growl.

"Damn it! Lin Yuan drinks chicken soup every day and isn't he afraid of killing himself?" Jia Zhang cursed while sweeping the floor.

When Sha Zhu smelled the aroma of the chicken soup again, it was so fragrant that he became autistic. He smelled it very clearly this time. Today's aroma came from Lin Yuan's yard. Doesn't this mean that Lin Yuan's cooking skills are better than his?

He couldn't accept that, but thinking that today was the day he would report, Sha Zhu patted his face and tried to get rid of that emotion as soon as possible.

This is just soup, his specialty is the big dish, why would he compete with these two people? After Lin Yuan figured it out, he felt a burden lifted instantly, and happily rode his bicycle to the food factory to report.

At that time, Lin Yuan had already brought the chicken soup he had cooked to the workshop of the steel rolling mill. Old Ning was also there early. Ning was old and slept much less than young people. He woke up and read a book for a while, then came directly to the workshop.

Lin Yuan was very happy to see Mr. Ning as soon as he entered the workshop. He walked up to him cheerfully, holding a large pot of chicken soup. He gently placed the chicken soup in front of Mr. Ning and said, "Mr. Ning, this is the chicken soup I made for you this morning. Come and have a taste."

Well, when Mr. Ning heard this, he looked away from the book, raised his head and found that it was Lin Yuan, then looked at the chicken soup on the table, and said angrily: "Why did you spend your money? I have enough to eat and drink, take it back quickly."

"Oh, Mr. Ning, I know you feel bad, but this is my intention. I learned this from the canteen chef yesterday. Please give me some face and try it."

Lin Yuan was not afraid of Mr. Ning's dark face at all. He knew that Mr. Ning was thinking about himself, but he had to drink the chicken soup. This soup was good for Mr. Ning's health. Lin Yuan opened the can and poured out a bowl of soup, and handed it to Mr. Ning.

Mr. Ning wanted to say he didn't want to drink it, but before he could say it, the aroma of the chicken soup had already drifted into his nose. Instantly, Mr. Ning's eyes lit up and he took a deep breath in disbelief. Wow, what kind of chicken soup is this? It smells so good.

Lin Yuan saw that Mr. Ning was hesitating, so he pushed him forward. Mr. Ning couldn't help it, so he took the chicken soup, scooped a spoonful with a spoon and put it in his mouth. Suddenly, he felt that the whole world was quiet, and there was a live chicken dancing and spinning in his mouth.

This smell made Ning Laomei shake her head and said, "Lin Yuan, I didn't expect you to be so talented in cooking."

"Right, Brother Da Biao also said yesterday that I have a talent. If you like it, drink more. I will make it for you every day in the future." Lin Yuan said happily.

That won't do. When Old Ning heard this, he frowned and said, "How much salary do you have to spend like this? Young people shouldn't live lavishly. You should save more money. There will be many places to spend money in the future. There is no need to spend so much on an old man like me."

"Oh, Mr. Ning, don't worry. We have a lot of chickens at home, and we also have ginseng and matsutake mushrooms. We have a lot of them at home, so you don't have to worry about the ingredients. Just consider this as my filial piety, and you can just accept it."

It is natural that Lin Yuan would not give up just because of what Mr. Ning said. Mr. Ning is his big shot and he wants to cling to him. Only when Mr. Ning's health is better, his future will be better.

"You brat." Old Ning couldn't help but drink the second bowl of chicken soup. Although he scolded Lin Yuan, he felt happy and warm in his heart.

I didn't expect that someone would still miss him so much at the end of his life. He never got married and dedicated his whole life to the country.

Lin Yuan is just old enough to be his grandson. Well, just treat him as his grandson from now on. When he passes away, all the things in the house will be left to Lin Yuan.

After thinking it through, Ning Lao's men moved faster. This kid's cooking skills were really good. Although the chicken soup contained medicinal herbs, it didn't taste bitter at all. Instead, it blended perfectly with the chicken soup. It was really delicious, almost making his mouth drop.

"Burp." After drinking all the chicken soup, Mr. Ning burped with satisfaction.

"I didn't expect that you can make such a good chicken soup. How about this, you give me the recipe and I'll find someone to make it." Old Ning was still thinking about Lin Yuan.

"No, no, Mr. Ning, each person's brew has a different taste. You like the one I brew, but you may not like the one brewed by others."

"You kid, there are only those ingredients, how come there is such a big difference?" Old Ning was very unconvinced.

"Oh, what's that smell? Why does it smell so good?" Director Li was originally passing by the workshop door, but was attracted in by the fragrance.