The gourmet master on the tongue

Sanshui Village, Panlei Town, Changyuan City.

Yuan Qi came to master Yao Qishun's house with several big bags of gifts.

"Master, mistress." Yuan Qi entered the door and shouted loudly.

"Yuan Qi is here." Teacher Zheng Yanjun stepped forward with a smile.

"Master." Yuan Qi lifted the gift in his hand, "Master, I bought you your favorite Jinhua ham."

"Okay, I have a heart." Zheng Yanjun took Yuan Qi's hand, "Yuan Qi, how are you doing recently? How is everything at home? How is work?"

"Okay, everything is good, the work is the same, and the work in the cafeteria is quite stable." Yuan Qi said.

"It's fine, it's fine." Zheng Yanjun patted Yuan Qi's hand.

"Master," Yuan Qi glanced at the room, "Where's Master? Isn't he at home?"

"He went to the market to buy ducks." Zheng Yanjun said.

"Oh." Yuan Qi nodded.

"Come on, go in and sit." Zheng Yanjun said.

"Okay." Yuan Qi carried the gift in one hand, and helped his mistress into the room with the other.

There was a ten-year-old boy watching cartoons in the house, and when he saw Yuan Qi coming in, he immediately greeted him: "Uncle Yuan Qi."

"Hey," Yuan Qi looked at him with a smile, "Haomiao, why didn't you go to study?"

"Today is Saturday!" Yao Haomiao replied.

"Saturday, you should go to cram school. I'll tell your dad about it some other day." Yuan Qi teased him.

Yao Haosen's face turned dark all of a sudden, he looked coldly at Yuan Qi without speaking, paused, turned his head and continued watching TV.

Yuan Qi secretly laughed.

"Master, here are some fruits, I'll take some to wash." Yuan Qi said.

Zheng Yanjun nodded.

Yuan Qi took two bunches of grapes out of the bag and went to the kitchen.

"The basin is under the stove." Zheng Yanjun mentioned.

"I know." Yuan Qi replied.

After a while, Yuan Qi came back with grapes.

"Miss, you eat." Yuan Qi handed the grapes to his wife, "Try it, it's so sweet."

Zheng Yanjun reached out and picked one.

Yuan Qi looked back at Yao Haomiao: "Haomiao, I've eaten grapes."

Yao Haomiao ignored him.

This guy is so stingy?Yuan Qi smiled: "Haomiao, come quickly and eat grapes, don't worry, I won't tell your father to let you go to tutoring."

The back of Yao Haomiao's head moved, and after a few seconds, he turned his head and stared at Yuan Qi: "Really?"

"Really, come and eat grapes!" Yuan Qi laughed, it seems that tutoring is really an extremely painful thing.

Yao Haomiao immediately got up and ran over, reached out and picked a grape and threw it into his mouth. His teeth were bitten, and his mouth was full of sweet fragrance.

At this time, there was a light knock outside the door.

Yuan Qi looked out, the master came back.

"Master." Yuan Qi shouted.

Yao Qishun parked his bicycle and took a duck off the handlebar.

"Yuan Qi is here." Yao Qishun walked in carrying the duck.

"Grandpa." Yao Haomiao called out.

"Hey." Yao Qishun agreed.

"Master, what are you going to do with the duck?" Yuan Qi asked.

"Sauce-flavored duck." Yao Qishun replied.

"Sauce-flavored duck?" Yuan Qi thought for a while, "Jiangxi cuisine?"

"Yes, Jiangxi cuisine." Yao Qishun nodded.

"Then I'm lucky today." Yuan Qi said with a smile.

"Not necessarily, it's also my first time doing it." Yao Qishun said.

"Master's cooking skills are so good, soy sauce duck can't fail you." Yuan Qi sent a rainbow fart.

Yao Qishun smiled: "Go, go to the kitchen."

When the two arrived in the kitchen, Yao Qishun put the duck on the table, and Yuan Qi helped take out the kitchen knife and cutting board.

"You cut it! Remove the head and feet." Yao Qishun said.

"Hey." Yuan Qi nodded, took the duck out of the bag, and neatly removed its head and feet.

"Peel the garlic, wash the onion and ginger, and slice them." Yao Qishun ordered.

Yuan Qi followed suit one by one.

Yao Qishun boiled the water in a pot, put the duck into the pot and cooked it, then picked it up and drained it.

Then he set up another pot, burned lard, and fried the duck until the duck turned light yellow, then took it out and drained the oil.

Slowly pour out the hot oil in the pot until half a bowl is left, add sweet noodle sauce and sugar into the pot and stir-fry, add soy sauce, add duck, and cook until tasty.

At this point, the duck has exuded a strong aroma of sauce, but the cooking process is not over yet.

Yao Qishun took out the duck again, stuffed slices of ginger, scallions and garlic cloves into the belly of the duck, steamed it in a basket before taking it out.

Drizzle with sesame oil at the end.

"It smells so good!" Yao Haomiao's voice came from behind.

Yao Qishun and Yuan Qi turned their heads at the same time, Yao Qishun said with a smile, "I'll leave you a duck leg later."

"Okay." Yao Haomiao nodded repeatedly.

"Yuanqi, I'll leave it to you, cut into pieces." Yao Qishun said.

Yuan Qi nodded, cut the duck into small pieces, and kept the two duck legs.

"Master, it's ready." Yuan Qi put the duck on the table.

Yao Qishun picked up a duck leg and said to Yao Haomiao, "Come here, here you are."

Yao Haomiao stepped forward excitedly, took the duck leg and started to chew it.

"Come on, Yuan Qi, try it and see how the master's skills are." Yao Qishun said.

"Master's cooking must be delicious." Yuan Qi said, reached out to pick up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of duck meat and put it in his mouth.

The duck meat is moderately soft and hard, neither dry nor firewood, and the sauce is very fragrant.

"Delicious!" Yuan Qi praised.

"Delicious!" Yao Haomiao also nodded with a smile.

Yao Qishun picked up a piece of duck meat with chopsticks, tasted it, and nodded slightly: "It's okay."

After a pause, he asked Yuan Qi: "By the way, I remember hearing you say that your nephew's name is Yan Ran, right?"

Yuan Qi nodded.

"It's the young chef who was said to be very powerful on the Internet, right?" Yao Qishun asked.

"Hey, what kind of chef is a child." Yuan Qi waved his hand.

"I've seen his videos, and his cooking skills are pretty good." Yao Qishun said.

"Well, Yan Ran's cooking skills are really good, and his talent is very good." Yuan Qi nodded.

"So I want to see it with my own eyes." Yao Qishun said.

Yuan Qi thought for a while: "Then I'll bring him here next time."

"The sooner the better." Yao Qishun said.

Yuan Qi looked at him fixedly after listening: "Master, your old man's body..."

Yao Qishun glanced at Yuan Qi: "You think too much, I have a very good figure, but I feel that I am getting old, and I don't know how long I can live."

"Master, what are you thinking?" Yuan Qi was speechless.

"Old Song passed away a few days ago, he is two years younger than me! Time is not forgiving!" Yao Qishun said.

Yuan Qi was a little depressed after hearing this: "Master, you will live a long life, don't think about it."

"I'm not thinking wildly." Yao Qishun waved his hand, "Anyway, you bring Yanran over as soon as possible, I want to see how his cooking skills are."

Speaking of this, Yuan Qi became somewhat clear: "Master, do you want to accept Yan Ran as an apprentice?"

"You are his uncle, if I take him in as an apprentice, won't the seniority be messed up?" Yao Qishun glanced at him and paused, "But if his talent is really good, then it is not impossible to be an apprentice, Left and right are just a name."

Yuan Qi knew that the master hoped that someone could inherit his culinary skills.

There are a dozen or so brothers among them, and their talents are actually not very good. The master has taught them with all his heart, but none of them can fully learn the skills of the master.

No way, cooking really depends on talent.

Of course, when a person reaches a certain age, there are more things to bear. He has to make money and work hard for his life. Sometimes it is inevitable to be powerless in the study of cooking skills.

"I see, I'll tell him when I go back." Yuan Qi said.

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About half a month later, Yan Ran followed his uncle to Yao Qishun's house.

"Hey, this kid looks better than on TV." Zheng Yanjun said while holding Yanran's hand.

"Hi, grandma." Yan Ran greeted.

"Okay, okay." Zheng Yanjun nodded.

"Here we come." Yao Qishun came out of the room.

"Master." Yuan Qi shouted.

"Hi, Grandpa." Yan Ran called out.

"Yes." Yao Qishun nodded slightly.

He looked at Yanran for a while, with some anticipation in his heart, but also some hesitation.

Hope is naturally hope that Yanran's talent is really good, so that he can inherit his cooking skills.

The hesitation was because Yan Ran really didn't look like a chef, and worried that the videos on the Internet would be watery.

"Everyone go in and sit down!" Zheng Yanjun took Yanran's hand and walked into the room.

After sitting down in the house, after chatting for a while, Yao Qi said by the way: "Yan Ran, I heard from your uncle that your mapo tofu is very good."

"It's okay." Yan Ran replied.

"I want to try your handicraft, is that okay?" Yao Qishun asked.

"Of course!" Yan Ran nodded.

"Then let's go to the kitchen now!" Yao Qishun said.

Yan Ran nodded, and followed Yao Qishun to the kitchen.

Yao Qishun took out the tofu from the refrigerator, and took out all the seasonings needed to make Mapo tofu from the cabinet, which were obviously prepared long ago.

Before Yan Ran came, his uncle had already greeted him in advance, so he knew the purpose of coming here this time.

Although he has the Kitchen Cube, if he can get Yao Qishun's true biography, it will be even more powerful.

Yao Qishun's knowledge is not limited to Sichuan cuisine, he has dabbled in all eight major cuisines, and they all do well.

With all the ingredients ready, Yan Ran immediately started making mapo tofu.

This mapo tofu is the first dish he practiced in the Kitchen Cube, and he has already mastered it with proficiency.

In a short while, he presented a plate of red and hot mapo tofu in front of Yao Qishun.

When Yao Qishun saw the upright green onions on top of the tofu, he already recognized Yanran's cooking skills in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, he took another bite of Mapo Tofu.

This taste stunned him.

He looked at Yanran fixedly, his eyes looked very complicated.

Yan Ran was flustered by the sight, thinking that the mapo tofu I made should be fine, right?

He was a little nervous, he really wanted to learn cooking from Yao Qishun.

"Grandpa, does this mapo tofu taste okay?" Yan Ran asked.

Yao Qishun was silent for a moment, then said to him: "Call Master!"

"Huh?" Yan Ran was a little confused.

"You are Yuanqi's nephew, if I take you as an apprentice, your seniority will be messed up. But even though you are a master, as long as you want to learn, I will teach you everything!" Yao Qishun smiled slightly and said slowly.

That is to say, he is called a grandson, but he is actually a closed disciple!After Yan Ran heard this, his eyes lit up, and he immediately knelt down: "Master!"

"Get up, get up." Yao Qishun quickly helped him up.

"Yan Ran, tell me first, how do you make your mapo tofu?" Yao Qishun asked.

The mapo tofu he made has reached the extreme. The simpler the dish, the harder it is to shine. However, the mapo tofu he made has such a taste that makes the tip of the tongue tremble. He really wants to know How is it done.