Liuxiang

This look seems a little strange.

Like a little brush, tickling inside the body.

Yi Baitang met Shang Huaiyan's eyes calmly, not sure if this feeling was his own illusion.

Just at this time, Shang Huaiyan suddenly spoke, his voice was a little low, and the end sound was drawn out, not as if he was calling Yi Baitang, but more like talking to himself.

"Yi, Bai, Tang..."

"Huh?" Yi Baitang asked.

Shang Huaiyan was woken up, and he looked at Yi Baitang again, the strangeness in his eyes was gone, but a smile appeared again: "It's nothing, the noodles you cook have a special taste."

"What special smell?" Radar raised.

"Probably—" Shang Huaiyan laughed, "It belongs to Yi Baitang's taste."

As he spoke, he withdrew his receding body, sat back to his original position, lowered his head, and took a big mouthful of noodles, chewed them carefully, savored them slowly, and swallowed them one by one before speaking again. , tapped the table unconsciously with his fingers: "I don't know if I can find a place with better taste in the future."

"..." Yi Baitang.

He cast a chilling glance at Shang Huaiyan, and said to his face that other chefs taste better?Hmph, except for the big devil... I don't want to fix my tongue these two days!

The two of them quickly finished their breakfast. They grew up by more than [-] years. President Shang, who has always insisted on throwing the bowl after eating, and the oil bottle was upside down, couldn't help him. Sleeves, took the bowls and chopsticks back to the kitchen, ready to help someone wash the bowls.

Then he saw Yi Baitang's "Yi's Standard".

He actually soaked the bowls for 5 minutes, washed them three times, dried them one by one and put them in a disinfection cabinet for disinfection...

Shang Huaiyan suddenly understood something.

He felt very honored that he was able to find such a place to eat dinner, and looked at Yi Baitang in a complicated and awe-inspiring manner.

Yi Baitang passed by Shang Huaiyan, and at the same time, he also gave him a look.

Shang Huaiyan: Daddy, you’re really cool. Although I’m a vested interest, let’s discuss your final income.

Yi Baitang: You're so annoying, you're so big, don't stick to my way forward, do whatever you like, a layman is annoying.

After all this was done, the morning light just broke through the clouds in the east.

Yi Baitang opened the door of a restaurant, but instead of opening a restaurant for business, he walked with Shang Huaiyan in a small alley full of snow.

The sunlight in the sky reflects the light of the snow on the ground, and there are small and hidden lights shining everywhere in the sky and on the ground.

Silence is like the cold air when you wake up in the morning. Every time it circulates, it is a refreshing baptism from the heart to the spleen, lungs and kidneys.

Shang Huaiyan frowned suddenly: "My car is right in front."

Yi Baitang looked left and right, only to realize that he had walked to the entrance and exit of the alley with Shang Huaiyan.He turned to Shang Huaiyan at the side, and saw Shang Huaiyan waving at him, signaling him to stop where he was, then walked quickly to his car, opened the door in the shortest time, got in the car, and started the car.

The crushed snow on the car hood rustled and fell as the car started, humming softly, and the car in the distance slowly drove up to Yi Baitang.

Yi Baitang put his hands in his pockets.

He found out that Shang Huaiyan had changed his car, it was Sao Hong before, but now it is Sao Huang, the same color as the scarf he wore yesterday.

The tinted glass next to the driver's seat blocked his view of the inside of the car, but when the flamboyant yellow luxury car slowly passed Yi Baitang's position, the window suddenly lowered, and Shang Huaiyan held the steering wheel with one hand, With the other hand resting on the car window, he turned his head and smiled at Yi Baitang.

That feeling came again.

Yi Baitang felt a little uncomfortable.

From a distance that was neither too far nor too short, he noticed that strange emotion once again appeared in Shang Huaiyan's eyes.

It's like a deep pool of water, attracting people to look at it, but cunningly denying them the chance, as long as he pays a little attention, the other person disappears like a rabbit scared away by a fox!

Yi Baitang: "You—"

Shang Huaiyan smiled sincerely: "See you next time."

Yi Baitang: Look, he slipped away again.

He was a little bored, so he didn't continue directly, but just looked at Shang Huaiyan.

Shang Huaiyan talked to himself: "But I have something to do recently, so I may not be able to come here often."

He said, smiling slightly again, and said, "I hope I can solve it soon...and then come over again to eat the good things you cooked."

Yi Baitang was still standing at the entrance of the alley.

The car has gone far.

Yi Baitang turned around and walked towards a restaurant.

It was already time for everyone to go to work and school. When we came out, the alley was still deserted. When we went back, it was already bustling everywhere. There were four or five tables of customers in many small shops around. In front of a restaurant with its doors closed, there was a figure standing in the snow rubbing his hands and stomping his feet, but he refused to leave.

When Yi Baitang saw the other party, the figure also saw Yi Baitang from a distance.

In an instant, the figure standing there was extremely excited, and shouted at Yi Baitang from a distance: "Teacher——"

It was Sun Ling who had gone and returned!

Yi Baitang was speechless for a moment, not wanting to care about the culprit who had caused a big problem for him and ruined his mood all day, without squinting, without changing his face, he directly passed Sun Ling who was rushing towards him, and turned to the person who opened the restaurant. Door.

Unexpectedly, just as he jumped over Sun Ling and took the key to open the door, the person behind him yelled "Teacher" again, and then pulled out a newly bought mat and spread it on the ice and snow with lightning speed. He knelt down and said, "Crying for shelter!"

Yi Baitang turned his back to Sun Ling, and his hand holding the key did not shake.

But the people who happened to be walking on this road, the people in the nearby shops, and all the people who realized that there was a lot of excitement all turned their eyes to Yi Baitang and Sun Ling, and quickly surrounded them Gather around in the center.

Sun Ling was miserable: "Teacher, if you don't take me in, I really have no other choice but to take the risk and sneak into that terrible place, but I'm not expected to be an undercover agent. Maybe I will be the first one to be discovered." Tian was about to have his hands cut off, his eyes blinded, and then he fell on the side of the road, swallowing his last breath under the ice and snow, woo woo woo..."

Yi Baitang: "..."

People around: "My God!"

Sun Ling: "Teacher, you can be a teacher for a day and be a father for the rest of your life. You can't leave me alone and let me die, woo woo woo."

Yi Baitang: "..."

People around: "What happened!"

Sun Ling: "Teacher, you must be responsible to me to the end, otherwise I will—"

Yi Baitang finally opened the door.

Without looking back, he said, "Get out."

With this sentence coming from the front, Sun Ling immediately stopped crying, Te Maliu got up from the ground, and did not forget to pick up the cushion under his knees, hugged it in his arms, and turned to the people around him Bowing: "Thank you everyone, I was rehearsing a skit play with my brother just now, thank you for your support, I am a student of HK University, if you are interested, you can come to the university to watch my performance in a month—"

Before Sun Ling could finish speaking, the crowd dispersed like birds and beasts.

Sun Ling straightened his clothes and looked serious. When he walked into a restaurant, he saw Yi Baitang frowning at him in front of the bar.

Yi Baitang: "What do you want to do?"

Sun Ling's momentum suddenly dropped a bit: "It's nothing, teacher, just help me cook a dish. I'll give you all my savings over the past few years, 1000 yuan, and I'll go bankrupt..."

Yi Baitang was expressionless: "I can't make what you want."

Sun Ling embraced hope in case: "Did I describe it too simply? That's right, that dish needs to be like this. The first bite of it can give people a sweet feeling, but the second bite, it's just like that." It becomes bitter, wait until the third mouthful, let people have a very sad memory, wait until the fourth mouth—”

Yi Baitang turned his face away: "You better get lost."

Sun Ling: QAQ

Sun Ling: "Then...then..." He made up his mind, "I'm going to ask the school for half a month's leave, and the teacher will teach me how to cook!"

Yi Baitang turned his face back.

He was tired of Sun Ling before, but now he suddenly felt that the other party was not so hopeless.

Of course, what the other party wants to do, he can't do it, no one can do it, even the Great Demon King—it's impossible!

He was a little reserved: "Why are you looking for me?" He has a good eye.

Sun Ling is honest: "Because there is no other big restaurant that would let me work for half a month and learn a specialty dish, I don't have the money to hire a chef to come to teach me. Going to the culinary academy is fine, but it's just Half a month is too fast, and it is impossible to learn anything."

Yi Baitang: "..." So it's not that he has a unique vision.

He's a little unhappy: "I have high standards."

Sun Ling: "High standards produce talents!"

Yi Baitang: "My task is very heavy."

Sun Ling: "Resolutely complete the party's target tasks!"

Yi Baitang: "You will not be able to make what you want in the end."

Sun Ling: "Everything that stands in the way is a paper tiger!"

Yi Baitang said casually, "Alright then, how many of the 26 basic knife skills do you know?"

Sun Ling: "What..."

Knives, aren’t they just for cutting vegetables and meat…

Chapter 14 The little boss is really not in a good mood, and it has lasted for so long, could it be that he is broken in love?

In the next few days, the regular customers who came to this restaurant finally found that this restaurant seemed to be a little different from the past.

Intuitively speaking, the small boss in the restaurant keeps a calm face every day, and the probability of dark dishes in the food served has jumped from the original 60.00% to 80.00%.

In addition, the man in the high-order suit who came to report on time every day suddenly disappeared, replaced by an occasional "aggressive" voice from the kitchen——

Everyone communicated with each other implicitly, and each made up their own stories in their brains.

Wang Zhenjiang is the one who is most familiar with Yi Baitang among all the people. After eating dark dishes six times in a row, he finally couldn't help clearing his throat and speaking: "Well, little boss——"

Yi Baitang frowned and glanced at Wang Zhenjiang.

Wang Zhenjiang: Don't say it, the other party's appearance is quite intimidating.

Wang Zhenjiang was immediately cowardly, and his voice lowered by an octave: "It's nothing, I just want to ask, what's the sound in there? Little boss, have you hired someone recently?"

People around cast contemptuous glances, we just want to eat something delicious, who cares whether to invite people or not.

Yi Baitang was upset at the thought of Sun Ling, and his voice was very cold, as if he had a mouthful of ice in his mouth: "No one is invited."

Wang Zhenjiang cleared his throat again, but before he could speak, Yi Baitang turned and went into the kitchen.

Wang Zhenjiang was stunned.

The rest sighed: "The little boss is really in a bad mood, and it lasted for so long, could it be that he has lost his love?"

Between a curtain, after Yi Baitang walked into the kitchen, he came to the chopping board to watch Sun Ling cut the silky chicken.

One glance, his face became gloomy; another look, his face became gloomy again... By the time Sun Ling chopped off the third knife, Yi Baitang's face had become even gloomy than a wet rag.

Not only was Sun Ling's hand holding the knife trembling, but even his little heart in his chest was trembling.

Who can tell me why the teacher's face is so scary, isn't he just chopping up a chicken, making it look like he's chopping people...

"okay."

Before Sun Ling made the fourth cut, Yi Baitang spoke with a grim expression.

Sun Ling stopped obediently.

"Go serve the food and clear the table." Yi Baitang said.

Sun Ling didn't refute, and silently picked up the stewed beef with tomatoes at the side, rubbed the soles of his feet with oil and went outside.

When he was outside, looking at the surprised eyes of the diners with the dishes in hand, he suddenly remembered: Hey, I have been here for almost seven days, cleaning the floor every day when the guests come, continuing to wipe the floor after the guests leave, and tidying the kitchen when the guests are there Hygienic, just like a mysterious snail boy, this is the first time I can meet these people. At this speed, can I really learn to make the dish I want to make in half a month...?

In the kitchen, after Sun Ling went out, Yi Baitang looked at the black-bone chicken that had been cut by a third on the chopping board.

With just one look, he let out a deep, deep sigh.

It has been a full seven days.

Let the other party see the night from the morning, let the other party see the night from the morning, let the other party directly watch the cooking ratio, but in the end, I can't even master the poultry knife technique that I have seen the most and talked about over and over again. The bones were chopped like stubble, and if I really bit into my mouth, my tongue would have to be cut.

...too horrible to look at.

...has no talent at all.

...Why can't I understand people's words.

...an insult to the industry of chefs.

Yi Baitang deeply felt that the resentful soul of the little black chicken was floating in the sky and looking at him sadly.

He glanced sympathetically in the direction of his feeling, picked up his own meat cleaver, and with two strokes, it took only one minute and 45 seconds to dismember most of the remaining chicken. It's not that the first half is a bit discordant, other people looked at it suddenly, and probably thought that the chicken placed on the chopping board hadn't had time to decompose.

Yi Baitang was in the kitchen making the last fruit salad for noon.

Outside the kitchen, Sun Ling was greeted by the eyes of all the guests when he came out.

Sun Ling has been through battles for a long time and is very good at business. When he brought up the stewed beef with tomatoes, he called a circle of uncles. When the dishes were put down, the regular customers had already chatted with Sun Ling.

Wang Zhenjiang: "Are you the new recruit of the little boss?"

Sun Ling said modestly, "No, I'm just an ordinary clerk in the teacher's shop."

Other guests: "Teacher?"

Sun Ling continued to be modest: "The teacher won't let me call him a teacher. After all, I still haven't learned enough, and I'm far behind."

Wang Zhenjiang grasped the key point: "Are you here to learn cooking skills from the little boss?"

The people around heard this with their ears pricked up, and laughed wildly for a while: "Hahaha, I used to learn cooking, think about those dark cuisines, it will be dark cuisines x 2 in the future, how about it, are you scared?! Are you trembling?! Are you crying?!"

Sun Ling slightly corrected: "Seriously speaking, I'm not here to learn how to cook, but to learn how to cook a dish, and the name of that dish is 'Time'."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay: What the hell?

After mixing the salad, Yi Baitang, who was waiting for the taste of the lemon juice to fully blend with the salad, stood in the kitchen and also raised his eyebrows: That inexplicable dish even has a name?

At this time, Sun Ling's explanation came from outside:

"The dish of 'time', it is like this, it is a dish that can represent the initial love, and then go through vicissitudes, go through thousands of sails, see through the world, cherish each other, and forget the rivers and lakes."

It's annoying to say that you can't cook the dishes over and over again, why don't you take it with you!

Yi Baitang was very upset.

But Sun Ling failed to receive Yi Baitang's brainwaves, so amidst the doubts of "what is this?", he continued: "I think the first layer of it tastes sweet, and the second layer of it tastes sweet. The taste is bitter, but by the time of the third bite, whether it is sweet or bitter, it doesn’t matter anymore. It should be letting go, forgetting, relieved, whatever, and the taste should be very flat. In short, after eating this dish Food, the past is like smoke, good and bad, everything has only become a part of our memory."

The others said one after another, "You are the representative of the Chinese class in the class, right?"

Sun Ling shyly said, "Hey, I did publish a few short essays in literary magazines."

Yi Baitang in the kitchen: "..."

He rolled his eyes not very gracefully.

One layer of sweet, one layer of bitter, and another layer of tasteless base.

If you want to describe it like this earlier, he will be able to give suggestions at the first time. It would be good to make a cake, with frosting or cream on top, cocoa powder in the middle, dark chocolate, and the bottom layer is a little tricky. You can use frozen wine What's the matter, the taste is flat after one bite, and it will have a strong taste of alcohol when it is melted. It is flat at first and then not flat, which just meets the demand.

But even though he had figured out Sun Ling's possible request, Yi Baitang was not prepared to tell Sun Ling at all.

He is always annoying each other.

At the beginning, it’s okay to pester yourself to stay, and after you stay, you won’t do anything. The most important thing is that the little black-bone chicken will die for the first time. Please seriously confess to the little black-bone chicken, and then talk about other things, okay? ?

Yi Baitang leaned against the kitchen wall, habitually took out a stick of chewing gum from his pocket and put it in his mouth when he was thinking, while chewing silently, he thought: Besides, this kind of food is too simple and crude.

Not much art.

No challenge.

Too lazy to do it.

Before he finished chewing a piece of gum, another piece of gum was stuffed into his mouth.

Yi Baitang continued to think:

What's more, although it seems to be solved, I still feel that there is something wrong.

Sweet and bitter wine jelly can solve the taste problem, but what about the remaining emotions?

How can there be so many emotions in a dish, and it is not a TV show, it is just a combination of flavors... Maybe for certain emotional people, there will be a feeling of moving while eating, but for most people in the world As far as it is concerned, it is just a collection of flavors on a plate——

At this time, there was another voice from outside, the voice was thick and thick, it was Wang Zhenjiang who was speaking: "Although what you said is strange, I have actually eaten a dish with this feeling once."

Outside the kitchen, Wang Zhenjiang looked at his wife when he said this, it took a long time for the wife to realize, and hit her husband who was sitting next to her angrily: "What are you talking about?"

There was another burst of laughter, and in the middle of the laughter, Sun Ling's excited voice also penetrated the wall and came in: "Is it right? I said that there is such a dish, and I must make this kind of dish! "

Yi Baitang slipped his hand, and the chewing gum box in his palm couldn't be held firmly, a few slipped out between his fingers and fell to the ground.

The voices from outside continued, and others laughed: "Why, did you make it for your girlfriend?"

Sun Ling's voice lowered: "No, we're just friends now, she's married," he said, suddenly feeling a little depressed, "Divorced again, planning to leave."

This time, no one continued the topic.

Married, then divorced.

We are friends now, maybe not in the past.

Yi Baitang thought endlessly, the cool taste of mint stimulated his taste buds and brain, so all his thoughts involuntarily turned to a specific direction: Is there really... a dish that can make ordinary people feel their emotions?

The sound from outside continued, and Yi Baitang was immersed in his own thoughts until his ears suddenly caught a certain keyword automatically.

"Hey, Xiao Sun, do you know what happened to the little boss recently?"

"What happened?"

"The proportion of dark dishes is much higher than before!"

"why?"

"Is it because the man in the high-order suit didn't come?"

"...Are you talking about Shang Huaiyan?"

...When did I cook a lot of dark dishes, I don't accept it!Obviously looking for inspiration everywhere to make a new delicacy that shocks the world, these are just detours before the new delicacy comes out!

Yi Baitang was a little unhappy.

Then he became suddenly alert.

It's true that a good tongue hasn't come here for many days.

No wonder I feel a little weird these days, and I don't seem to be able to lift my spirits.

Is it because the good tongue has never come over and tasted my dishes and didn't give me suggestions?

After realizing this, a strange feeling of loneliness suddenly came to my heart.

Yi Baitang began to think seriously:

What has Good Tongue been up to lately?

I am friends with him.

At this time, should I make a phone call to care about the current situation of my good friend?

By the way, I will discuss with Good Tongue about the emotion in the dishes...?