Liuxiang

After the third competition, Yi Baitang started to get in touch with his mother just as he said before the competition.

There are no particularly embarrassing scenes, nor are there particularly emotional scenes.

Except for the first meeting and the deep disappointment that his mother did not dare to come forward after 20 years, Yi Baitang was calm and treated the other party as a relative who had just returned from abroad for a long time, and kept seeing him once a week, every day. We meet for half an hour at a time, and the frequency of chatting may not exceed ten sentences to develop a relationship.

This kind of getting along is not bad for both parties. After meeting three times, Yi Baitang has been able to sit down and chat with his mother for an hour, talking twenty or thirty sentences once and for all.

It is worth mentioning that during this period of time, Yuan Hui had repeatedly matched up and acted as a slippery agent between the two of them talking to prevent cold situations, and Yuan Hui also gained enough sense of presence in front of Yi Baitang. The conversation with him is probably twice as much as the conversation with his mother, and the conversation between him and Shang Huaiyan is several times more than between them...

Thinking back, Yi Baitang was not very happy, and mentioned it to Shang Huaiyan at night: "Recently, Yuan Hui has appeared too many times."

Rao is usually very good at guessing Yi Baitang's thoughts, Shang Huaiyan was also stunned for a moment, not understanding what Yi Baitang wanted to say, "Huh?"

"You chatted well with him." Yi Baitang emphasized.

"So?" Shang Huaiyan felt that he had guessed something.

Yi Baitang stared at Shang Huaiyan seriously, and two seconds later, when he saw smile lines appearing in the other pair of eyes like rippling spring water, he silently turned over on the bed and turned his back to Shang Huaiyan.

"...Okay, I'll listen to you, I won't talk to him anymore." Shang Huaiyan suppressed a smile.

Yi Baitang didn't speak, and pulled up the quilt to cover his shoulders.

"I really don't want to talk anymore~" Shang Huaiyan seriously emphasized, the ending sound accidentally floated up, and there was a wave.

Yi Baitang continued to remain silent, and then pulled the quilt to cover his mouth.

"Hahahahaha——" Shang Huaiyan couldn't bear it anymore, and hugged the man and the quilt into his arms, laughing until his stomach ached, "Don't be jealous, I really don't have any thoughts about him!"

Yi Baitang turned over in Shang Huaiyan's arms, easily pulled his arm out of the opponent's embrace, and locked Shang Huaiyan from top to bottom.

The little sapling is quite well-behaved.

He gave Shang Huaiyan a condescending look, and kissed him awkwardly.

So give some rewards, hum.

The lips and teeth meet, and the breath blends together.

After a while, Yi Baitang turned over again: "Go to sleep."

Shang Huaiyan still smiled: "Yes."

Yi Baitang: "You said..." He was a little careless, "What is my mother hiding from me?"

Shang Huaiyan: "Huh?" He was considering what attitude he should use to face Yi Baitang's question.

Lying beside Shang Huaiyan, Yi Baitang babbled: "I thought she left at the beginning just because she disagreed with my grandfather, and she felt guilty because she left me for so many years and ignored me. When she talked about her culinary concepts, she was absent-minded; but when Yuan Hui discussed these concepts with her, she was able to talk eloquently. It can be seen that the problem is not limited to culinary concepts, there must be something else-"

Shang Huaiyan sighed: It's rare for Baitang to say such a long sentence in one breath.

Yi Baitang frowned: "Does she still have an unforgettable relationship with my dad? So she loves and hates my face? Do I look like my dad?"

Shang Huaiyan: "..." It's just that the emotional intelligence is a little anxious, and the thinking is completely taken away by the old godmother who usually likes to watch.

Shang Huaiyan thought for a moment, then asked Yi Baitang: "If she really hesitates towards you for some reason that is not based on culinary ideas, then you..."

Yi Baitang: "..."

Yi Baitang lifted the quilt that was rolled up by himself: "Forget it, I have to see the old man tomorrow, let's sleep."

Shang Huaiyan stopped at the right time, got into the quilt, yawned, and turned off the light, leaving only a soft murmur, like a misty wind in the night: "Well, let's sleep, let's talk about the rest later. ..."

Before the official start of the Chef King playoffs, there is another small program that needs to be completed by three contestants.

This small program is the topic of the preliminary competition, and the three of them need to follow the "Guidelines for the Additional Competition" to pick it up.

Yi Baitang didn't know what the other two contestants were thinking.But as far as he knew the old man, they would definitely meet the old man face to face at the end of the program of picking up test questions... and the route in the guide also proved that Yi Baitang's thinking was correct.

I saw that the official map of self-driving, location and bus station was given above, and the map pointed to Dongjia Village.

As for the other crooked handmade map with red lines that bend like earthworms after arriving at Dongjia Village, Yi Baitang can't go wrong even with his eyes closed: that is the map to his home and the mountain behind his home. .

When Yi Baitang went out early in the morning, his right eyelid twitched.

He pressed his trembling eyelids with his fingers, looking a little serious.

Jump left to make money and right to disaster, today's travel will not be smooth, right?

Fortunately, the highway in the morning went smoothly, and the time to arrive at Dongjia Village was half an hour earlier than expected.

Yi Baitang let go of half of his heart.

He got out of the car and was about to return to his home as soon as the whole village was working in the fields, when he heard Aunt Huang's voice coming from behind again: "Tangtang is here again! He has been back quite frequently recently Well."

Yi Baitang pretended not to hear.

But then two other voices stepped on Aunt Huang's tail, and they also sounded, and the voices were full of surprise: "Tangtang?"

"return?"

Yi Baitang stopped, and his right eyelid, which had just calmed down, started to twitch again, twitching crazily, and performed a tap dance on the eyeball.

He turned around following the sound and saw Jiang Xue and the little fat man who had just gotten off the bus. These two young men and women who were sitting next to him in the third game were looking at him in exactly the same surprise, especially the little fat man, whose eyes were always on Aunt Huang walked back and forth with him, and there seemed to be many indescribable things written on Xiaoyuan's white and chubby face.

At this moment, Yi Baitang finally understood why there were two good chefs sitting on his left and right.

With a blank expression on his face, he took the two of them to his home.

Along the way, within 5 minutes, the little fat man had already figured out the identity of Yi Baitang and the identity of "that one" who hosted the Chef King play-off.

He was amazed on the spot: "So you are the prince?!"

Jiang Xue: "..." Why do these words sound so strange.

But the little fat man looked envious and jealous, and his eyes were glued to the blue tiles and white wall in front of him: "You have been eating three meals a day since you were a child, and every meal can be carefully prepared by the king of chefs in this country. The president of the country only eats food three or five times at most, and ordinary people may not necessarily eat food once in a lifetime... No, let alone ordinary people! Even I have never eaten or seen it! Why is the world so unfair! Unfair!! Unfair?!!!”

Jiang Xue: "..." It seems really enviable to say so.

Yi Baitang directly moved the fence in front of the yard.

I don't know when the fence was erected. When everyone surrounded the yard with iron railings and tempered glass, only this old man followed the example of the ancients, surrounded the fence, and planted chrysanthemums. Of course the chrysanthemums did not survive, but A creeper came out of nowhere and climbed around the fence, barely green, but because the owner was too indulgent, the place where the fence entered and exited was also under the attacking creeper, and was tightly entangled by green vines. .

When Yi Baitang moved the fence away, a black butterfly fluttered its wings, flew to Yi Baitang's hand, flapped its wings again, and flew away. The beautiful wings greeted the sun, as if reflecting rainbow-like colors .

The little fat man just put away his envious expression, and at this moment he couldn't help but whisper to Jiang Xue: "I heard that beautiful things like butterflies always like beautiful people..."

Jiang Xue: "..." Hey, do I know you very well?I'm not happy at all if my beauty is inferior to that of a man, okay?

Yi Baitang was the first to enter the room.

Jiang Xue was the second to enter the room.

The little fat man who was left at the end was a little dazed. For some reason, he always felt as if he was silently left behind...

After entering the yard, Yi Baitang wandered around the house, but found no one, so he came out again, turned half a circle along the fence, and walked up the mountain road all the way, and walked for another [-] minutes, finally at the middle of the mountain. The man was found next to the reservoir.

The old man wore a straw hat on his head, and there were two plastic buckets beside him. He held a fishing rod in his hand. The white fishing line was shining brightly in the sunlight. After a while, the fishing rod was bent, but the old man did not make any movement. A grass carp had already been pulled up by the hook with its tail flicked. Lingling water droplets jumped wildly and fell into the plastic bucket with a "plop".

Yi Baitang: "I'm here."

Old man Dong turned his head, his face blurred in the golden light of the setting sun.He waved at the three of them: "Are you all here?"

The other two were a little restrained: "Yes."

The old man Dong's voice was kind: "Then shall we start directly?"

The other two: The progress is so fast!

Yi Baitang: "Let's start directly."

The other two hurriedly asked, "Wait, start what?"

Old man Dong: "Use local materials and make a bowl of river prawns. This is the title of the first round of the extra round." He asked again, "Do you want to try making it first?"

Yi Baitang refused: "No."

The little fat man was drooling just now and wanted to eat King Chef's dishes, so he hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, please go first, we will have more opportunities to cook later."

Jiang Xue actually wanted to cook a dish for King Chef to taste, but the other two refused, so she hesitated a little, and then stopped talking.Anyway, as the little fat man said, there will be more opportunities to cook in the future.

Old man Dong happily pointed to the fish bucket and the shrimp bucket: "Alright then, let's go back."

Yi Baitang automatically realized it, and went forward to take the old man's straw hat, fishing rod, and two buckets.

The other two were embarrassed, and hurriedly wanted to help share a little, but old man Dong was two steps behind, standing behind Yi Baitang, and in front of the other two, naturally creating a dividing line.

In just such a pause, Yi Baitang looked indifferent, carrying things like walking on the ground, and had already walked a long way.

Now, both of them couldn't move forward, so they could only walk down the mountain with Old Man Dong at a leisurely pace.

The small courtyard at the foot of the mountain can be seen from the mountain, with gray tiles, white walls and green radishes, left behind in the world, living a leisurely life.

When everyone returned from the mountain to the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain, old man Dong had already taken the bucket of river prawns in Yi Baitang's hand, and carried them to the kitchen.

At this moment, the few people no longer held back, and quickly squeezed into the kitchen together, watching the contemporary chef prepare the dishes.

The old man picked out river prawns of exactly the same size from the bucket, removed the heads, tails, shells and guts, rinsed them repeatedly with running water, and then added refined salt and baking soda to stir.

During the stirring process, the shrimp in the bowl gradually became crystal clear.At this point, put the shrimps from the bowl into the colander, drain the water, and then continue the first process to sizing the shrimps. Among them, add the stirred egg liquid to remove the egg yolk and only take the whites, and wrap a thin layer on the shrimps. Makes the perfect finishing touch to shrimp grazing.

After the paste is prepared, the whole plate of shrimp is sent to the refrigerator to freeze for a while, then taken out and allowed to stand at room temperature.Turn on the fire and put it on the pot, stir fry until the shrimps are mature, then put it on a plate.

The whole cooking process is smooth and smooth, without a trace of fireworks.

When the shrimps in the rough pottery bowl and three pairs of chopsticks were placed on the Eight Immortals table, Jiang Xue and the little fat man finally woke up from the unknowing trance with a soft voice.

At the same moment, the two people had completely different reactions.

Jiang Xue quickly looked down at her watch. She realized that it would take at least 45 minutes to cook this dish, but she felt that it had only lasted 5 minutes. When she looked down at her watch again, she realized that only 10 minutes had passed.

Jiang Xue was startled.

What about the unknowingly missing 15 minutes?What is it saved from?

The little fat man also immediately used his nose to sniff the food on the table.

The king of chefs added all the seasonings to the pot in front of him. He watched carefully just now. He not only secretly checked the order and quantity of the seasonings, but also carefully observed whether there were any seasonings and cooking steps that he didn't know about. .

The result is none.

Even according to his memory, he should be able to distinguish various smells.

The result is a scent that remains seamless and seamless!

At the same time again, the little fat man and Jiang Xue moved their chopsticks together, picked up three shrimps together, and put them all in their mouths.

The shrimps were in the mouth, and the two people who ate were all dumbfounded.

They suddenly found that they could not use any words to describe what they ate.

The characteristics of stir-fried shrimp are fresh, smooth and fragrant, soft and crispy?

No, no, no, this adjective is an insult to the dish they ate!

It's like the surprise and fear of diving into the water in summer and watching another blue world slowly unfolding in front of your eyes.

At this moment, all the dishes that have been eaten and cooked in the past are faded and stale in the memory, and all the senses are captured by the food that is still chewing in the mouth!

The most important things in life are suddenly revealed by this unique and perfect taste, one frame after another emerges in front of your eyes, as if reappearing yesterday, and after yesterday, the road ahead of life will be illuminated with a warm sun!

The little fat man was eating, and suddenly wanted to cry: "This taste... there is no such thing in the sky, it is the best in the world, absolutely, really amazing... Why can one dish make me full of excitement... I will say you Your days are very happy, my lord, let's change, shall we... woo woo woo..."

Since the dish was served, Yi Baitang has been hesitating whether to eat it or not.

Now, his chopsticks finally lifted up.

He picked up a chopstick of shrimp very slowly, sent it to the end, and tasted it carefully, not missing even a little taste.

This bite lasted for two to three minutes.

Two or three minutes later, Yi Baitang swallowed the food in his mouth.

Once again, as in the past, while his taste buds were completely satisfied, he felt full of excitement and anticipation for the future, and at the same time, he fell into a huge loss and self-disgust that was extremely contradictory.

Positive emotions are brought to him by the dishes.

Negative emotions are brought on by oneself.

They also interestingly set up a mirror among themselves, growing up in comparison with each other, the more excited the more disappointed, the more looking forward to the more self-disgusted.

Yi Baitang remained expressionless: "Old man."

Old man Dong has already sat back on his throne, the long recliner near the window: "Huh?"

Yi Baitang asked: "Can I really beat you?"

Old man Dong was shaking his big cattail fan and chair.

Cool breeze.

The chair creaked.

In the countryside far away from the city, the barking of dogs and the singing of cicadas are extraordinary.

Outside the human world, the old man smiled slightly: "I have always believed so firmly, but you have retreated?"