Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant

Suddenly there was a teacher, and Mingqian was so absent-minded in the shower that he didn't even sing.

He never found it unpleasant to sing, and only You Jun could hear him at home, and You Jun couldn't talk about him, so Ming Qian couldn't restrain his "singing voice" even more, and had to hold a concert in the bathroom every day when he took a shower.

When meeting the teacher for the first time, I must dress neatly, but he is asleep, will he still be wearing the clothes he wore before going to bed?

And if he was studying in his dream, would he be resting during the time he was sleeping?

Mingqian came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and arched his head in front of Youjun, and Youjun raised his hand to brush over his head. After a gust of warm wind passed, Mingqian's hair was already dry, so there was no need to spend any more time cleaning it. Blow it, and the hair dried in this way feels very comfortable to the touch, without that frizzy feeling.

"What is the God of Cooking like? Is it easy to talk?" Ming Qian got into bed, pushed the pillow towards You Jun, then lay down and looked sideways at You Jun, waiting to hear what he said.

Youjun: "He? It's similar to that Dangkang."

Mingqian: "..."

In which respect are they similar?

Ming Qian: "You mean character? As calm as Chen Yan? That's good. I don't have any talent. If the teacher is impatient, he will definitely want to strangle me."

You Jun raised his eyebrows, and said with a sneer, "How dare he?"

No, are you acting like a bully up there?Really won't be beaten?

Ming Qian felt that Youjun must have a poor popularity among gods and beasts, and he estimated that he would meet an enemy within two steps.

"Why hasn't Yao come back yet?" Ming Qian glanced at the phone, "It's almost here, I'll give him a call."

Ming Qian dialed Yao's number. Although Yao was a strange beast, Ming Qian didn't think that Yao would definitely not be harmed. With Yao's stupid appearance, he probably counted the money by himself if he was sold.

It took a while before the other side answered the phone.

"Hello?" It was a girl's voice.

Ming Qian breathed a sigh of relief: "Hello, is Yao with you?"

The girl's voice was very gentle, but Ming Qian always felt that the voice was a bit too sweet: "We were at the night market, and he wanted to eat barbecue, so he put his phone on the table and went out to buy drinks."

Ming Qian: "When he comes back, ask him to call me. I'm his boss."

The girl said seriously: "Okay, I will remember."

Hanging up the phone, Ming Qian put the phone aside, ready to apply a sheet mask before going to sleep - he has never used this thing before, when the skin is not dry, he washes it with water carefully, and when it is dry, he uses Dabao, except In addition to being afraid of trouble, the most important thing is that the mask is too expensive.

A face mask costs dozens of dollars, and online reports say that the effect is particularly good, and it costs hundreds of dollars. To Mingqian at the time, these products were tantamount to robbery.

Anyway, his wallet can't afford such "splurge".

Now that he is not short of money, he finally has the thought to take care of his face better.

"Do you want to apply one piece too?" Ming Qian asked You Jun.

You Jun narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "What's the use of this?"

Ming Qian: "It's for moisturizing, it says that after applying it, the skin will not dry out and crack."

You Jun: "You might as well find me."

Ming Qian waved his hand: "It's mainly the sense of ritual and the feeling of enjoying life."

After all, winter has not officially entered yet, and the air is not so dry.

He put on a mask, rested on the bed with his eyes closed, waiting for Haruka to call him.

Because he thought that the phone would ring, Ming Qian didn't try to stay awake, and soon fell asleep.

Youjun didn't know how long Mingqian's mask would be on, but he still couldn't sleep well after wearing it, so Youjun took off the mask on Mingqian's face and cleaned off the remaining essence on Mingqian's face.

After doing all this, You Jun reached out and squeezed Ming Qian's face.

The skin that just applied the mask does seem to be a little better than usual.

Youjun squeezed Mingqian's face with more and more fingers, until Mingqian snorted in his sleep, and Youjun took his hand back.

As for Haruka?

In order to prevent someone from disturbing Ming Qian's sleep, You Jun turned off Ming Qian's cell phone.

To him, Yao is not the responsibility of him and Mingqian, even if Yao is his and Mingqian's child, or born by Mingqian himself, he is already an adult, it is his own choice whether he stays out at night or what else .

Youjun himself has no parents.

He was just an ordinary white fox when he was born, his parents may have been eaten by more powerful monsters, or maybe they were just affected by the fights of monsters. In the prehistoric period, no matter whether it was monsters or their cubs, they faced the same danger .

No monster will go around just because a cub is in its way.

For powerful monsters, they no longer need offspring to inherit everything they have.

So the more powerful the monster, the rarer or even no offspring.

The weak monsters will form a group to raise newborns, hoping to deter the enemies who are eyeing them by numbers.

So Youjun didn't understand Mingqian's care for Yao, and he didn't think Yao had anything to take care of.

Just because Haruka looks like she has a baby face and looks small?

Youjun gently stroked Mingqian's side face.

His eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

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For Ming Qian, the change of environment seems to be a flash. He was lying on the bed in the bedroom one second, and found himself standing in a highly modern kitchen the next second. Everything was ready, the condiments filled the entire wall of cabinets, and he was wearing white clothes, pants and shoes, standing in the middle of the kitchen.

The most amazing thing is that he clearly knew that he was dreaming and knew that the chef would come to teach him how to cook, but he didn't wake up in reality.

When Mingqian was dreaming before, as soon as he realized that he was dreaming, he would wake up immediately, even if he was not awakened, he would immediately enter another dream, that is, a dream within a dream.

But it was the first time for Ming Qian to dream soberly like now.

Before he had time to look through everything in the kitchen, there was a knock on the kitchen door.

Ming Qian: "Please, please come in."

Soon, a man who looked very similar to Chen Yan walked in, the same white and fat, the same amiable, even their slightly raised stomachs seemed to be carved out of the same mold.

It turns out that this is what Youjun said is very similar to Dangkang.

When Ming Qian came into contact with "immortals" for the first time, he was very nervous and even stuttered: "I, my name is Ming Qian."

"Hello teacher."

He is like a schoolboy.

God of Cooking, on the other hand, waved his hand. His palm was very wide and thick. It looked fleshy. It seemed that he could poke a small meat hole with just one poke. His face was more fleshy than Chen Yan, just like the God of Wealth in the New Year pictures. , with a beaming look.

"You're welcome, it's also my first time teaching an apprentice." God of Cooking said with a smile.

When he actually started teaching, Ming Qian was still in a hurry. The chef knew how much seasoning to put with his eyes closed, but he had to compare it again and again. The same goes for cutting vegetables. What kind of cooking method makes what kind of dish, No matter how thick the cut is.

There are also the size of the fire, how big the fire is, and how long it will take, all these need to be tried by Mingqian over and over again.

Although God of Cooking always looks cheerful, he is extremely strict in teaching, and Ming Qian can't be lazy, especially if he is the only student, and he can't find an excuse like going to the toilet in the dream.

Ming Qian asked softly, "What time is it?"

The God of Cooking thought that Ming Qian was worried that time would go too fast and he would not learn much, so he said with a smile: "Although this is your dream, the dream that you think takes a long time may not pass in reality. 5 minutes, so you don't have to worry."

Mingqian: "..."

This is not the real world, so there are endless ingredients and tools.

When Ming Qian first started cooking, he was still in high spirits, but when he did No. 20 times, Ming Qian was already numb.

He repeated again and again, tried the taste, and tried again after failure.

Mingqian also knows in his heart that it is always good to learn something, especially his teacher is still a master of cooking, so he can't waste such an opportunity, so he doesn't complain, doesn't feel tired, and just silently prays in his heart to wake up early.

God of Cooking doesn't say whether Qian has talent or not. He just demonstrates again and again, asking Ming Qian to do it again and again. He must correct Ming Qian after he makes a mistake, not on the way of Ming Qian's mistake.

Ming Qian cooked it all night, but he only made one lion's head that the chef was barely satisfied with.

This is a famous dish in Yangzhou, also known as Sixi Meatballs. The ingredients must be the most tender pork, which is seven parts thin and three parts fat. All the fascia inside should be removed, and then chopped, not cut but chopped, the more broken it is the better.

The part of chopping the meat alone made Ming Qian feel like crying.

Too thin and not chewy, too thick and lose the essence of the lion's head.

Ming Qian felt that he almost became a meat cutting tool.

After the meat is cut, there is another trouble. You can’t put gorgon powder in the meat. There is such a layer on the surface of the balls, so that the meatballs will neither spread nor destroy the meat inside.

This step is also very difficult. Although Ming Qian has always ridiculed himself as a kitchen killer, in fact he still has a little confidence in his cooking skills-it can be eaten, it is not bad, and it has surpassed most of his peers.

But when he really started making this lion’s head dish, he realized that he was a real kitchen killer. When coating the meat with gorgon powder, it was either too little or too much, or directly put the meat into the gorgon powder, and repeated it again and again.

After the meatballs are finished, the rest of the steps are still not easy. They need to be deep-fried in a pan, steamed in a pan after frying, skimmed off the slick oil and poured on the prepared sauce.

"Try it yourself." God of Cooking pushed the only successful plate of lion's head in front of Ming Qian.

After being tired for so long, Ming Qian could finally taste the fruit of his hard work. He picked up the spoon that was placed next to the plate, because the chef god said that he could not use chopsticks to pick up this dish, so Ming Qian followed his example and took it honestly. picked up the spoon.

He first touched the skin of the lion's head with a spoon. At first he thought the skin would be hard, after all, it had been deep-fried in a frying pan, but when he really applied a little force, the skin cracked easily, and the meat inside was like Soft and tender like tofu.

The gravy was locked inside, and it burst out completely at this moment, and the aroma of the lion's head was also completely released at this moment. Ming Qian was surrounded by this smell, and before he started eating, his saliva was already secreting.

He scooped up a spoonful of meat, and the meat trembled slightly in the spoon, and the soup slipped from the bottom of the spoon.

Ming Qian didn't even think it was a dish, it was a work of art!

Must be a work of art!

Ming Qian put the spoon into his mouth, and the strong fragrance burst out in his mouth, occupying all his taste buds, not only the taste, but also the texture that he had never tasted before, it was as tender as tofu, yet chewable, and The more you eat, the more delicious it is.

It's not the kind of food that tastes good after you eat it, or right after you eat it.

Just like its name, it has to firmly control the tongue and throat of the diners from beginning to end, so that all the senses of the diners can be mobilized by it.

Ming Qian took one bite after another, and he ate up the two children's fist-sized lion heads, not even the soup left.

Although he usually thinks that his hot pot is already delicious in the world, but now he thinks it depends on the chef when it comes to eating it.

This time he didn't use soup, stones and water. The ingredients and tools given to him by God of Cooking are all human things. To be able to make such a taste, it depends on the craftsmanship and careful handling of every link.

No wonder chefs are paid so much.

Ming Qian felt that if he opened a Chinese restaurant, he would be sorry for his hard work if he didn't sell such a dish for seven or eight hundred.

Fortunately, he opened a hotpot restaurant, and Mingqian was once again proud of his wit.

"Teacher..." Ming Qian raised his head, and just about to blow a few rainbow farts, he saw the God of Cooking smiling at him kindly, and then the surrounding scenery changed again, the kitchen and tools disappeared, and Ming Qian woke up instantly.

Ming Qian woke up from the dream and found that he was lying on Youjun's body, with one arm on Youjun's chest and one leg on Youjun's lap.

Mingqian: "..."

Is it because I sleep so badly?

He turned over gently, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside to check the time, but found that his mobile phone was turned off.

Ming Qian: "?"

Did he turn off the phone before going to bed?Or did you press the wrong button?

Ming Qian could only press the power button to re-enter the password, and it was only past three o'clock in the morning.

But Ming Qian's mind is now full of wanting to reproduce that lion's head in reality, wishing he could rush into the kitchen and fall in love with pork right now.

just forget it.

Ming Qian stepped on the ground with both feet.

Go to the bathroom and come back to sleep.

Although everything that happened just now was a dream, it should be impossible to forget the dream of immortals entering the dream so quickly.

After Ming Qian went to the toilet, he got into the quilt again. He was shivering from the cold just after getting out of the quilt, and only after getting into the warm quilt again did he let out a long and comfortable breath. He leaned his head on Youjun's shoulder and sank into the bed A real dreamland.

The next morning, the sun rose.

Ming Qian opened the curtains of the bedroom, he couldn't help but reach out his hand to cover his eyes from the glare of the sun, and after getting used to it for a few seconds, he turned his head and asked You Jun: "Did Yao call last night?"

He just said he forgot something.

Youjun stood beside the bed, he was tall and tall, the sun fell on his long hair, as if covering him with a layer of golden tulle, just like a painting - but the background of this painting is not very Looks good, Ming Qian's unfolded jacket and pants are on the hanger.

"No." You Jun's expression and tone didn't fluctuate at all.

Ming Qian yawned: "Maybe he's playing crazy?"

"He said he was only invited for one night, and he should go to the store later. I'll give him a call."

Breakfast was the same as before, no matter how convenient it was, because I didn't have to cook Yao's breakfast this morning, and Ming Qian felt that he was "tired" all night and needed a good rest, so he ordered a takeaway breakfast.

Ming Qian ordered two bowls of millet porridge, two steamed buns, and two deep-fried dough sticks.

They have to go to the store after eating, so it's better not to eat too much in the morning.

While waiting for the takeaway, Ming Qian called Yao.

The phone was quickly picked up there, and along with Yao's voice, what poured into Ming Qian's ears was the wind from outside.

"Boss?" Yao's voice sounded the same as usual.

Ming Qian felt relieved: "Did you go to the store?"

Yao: "On the way."

Ming Qian asked: "I asked your friend to ask you to call me back last night, why didn't you call?"

Yao seemed to be stunned for a while, and then said, "Maybe I forgot."

Ming Qian was relieved after making sure that he was not missing or sold, and he didn't intend to ask more questions on the phone, so he hung up the phone after saying a few more words.

After breakfast, Ming Qian put on his coat and went out of the house with You Jun.

It is 06:30 in the morning, and the elderly in the community are getting up one after another, either walking around or going to the market to buy vegetables.

Young people seldom go out at this point, and they probably just wake up.

Along the way, he met a few familiar neighbors, and Ming Qian would stop to politely say hello to them.

After leaving the community, the roadside is already full of small stalls selling breakfast. They will stay here until the urban management comes. The nearby communities are their target customers, whether they are office workers rushing to work or Students who go to school will be willing to buy a cup of hot soybean milk, and then a pancake or steamed stuffed bun to eat while walking.

It's warm, tasty, and convenient.

Ming Qian used to like to do this too, and he could eat it up just before he walked to the subway station.

When passing by the stall, Ming Qian also said to You Jun: "Let's eat this tomorrow morning, his cakes are delicious, especially the sauce cakes."

The boss heard Ming Qian's words and shouted loudly: "Handsome guy, you haven't bought it for a while!"

Ming Qian turned around and waved at him: "Tomorrow, I will definitely buy it tomorrow morning!"

Although it is morning, the street is already very lively, but now it is late at dawn, it always gives people the illusion that it is just dark at this time, and they can sleep again.

When Mingqian arrived at the store, the guests and staff of the program group had already arrived, and they were busy with their own affairs. Because the recording will officially end tomorrow, so in fact, it can be finished today. According to Director Han, there is no need to shoot after filming at noon It's evening, and the store door is closed in the afternoon, and the final clip can be recorded in the store.

The guests have no objection to this point, and neither does Ming Qian.

Tomorrow at noon, Ming Qian will also cook in person, but the dish he is relatively good at now should be the lion head dish from last night. At most, he can only learn one more dish tonight, and cook the other dishes in the normal way. , there is no unpalatable soup with stone water.

"Boss." Yao stood at the door of the shop, greeting Ming Qian listlessly.

Ming Qian thought it was because he was tired from playing last night: "Did you play all night?"

Haruka sighed, "Hey!"

Ming Qian smiled: "Why are you sighing, netizens are different from what you imagined?"

Yao nodded, then shook his head: "Some places are different, some places are different."

Ming Qian: "...then I can't help it, and I have no experience in online dating."

Yao's eyes widened: "What, what online dating?!"

Ming Qian: "...Talking with netizens of the opposite sex for so long, isn't it online dating? Maybe I'm falling behind."

After speaking, Ming Qian reflected on himself.

It's him who stereotypes.

"I'm going to the back kitchen to cut vegetables." Yao didn't know what to say, so he simply turned around and went into the back kitchen to cut vegetables.

Mingqian is very free in the morning, he doesn't need to chop vegetables, cook bottom ingredients, or serve customers, he just needs to sit behind the counter and "flirt" with Youjun.

He will lean on Youjun to play games, and when he is tired, he will sit up. At this time, Youjun will help him squeeze his shoulders, so that Mingqian can be fully engaged in the next battle.

As long as the two of them are sitting together, an invisible barrier will rise around them, and people outside will not want to disturb them after seeing this barrier.

Except for Haruka who didn't wink, everyone else turned a blind eye to them.

Around ten o'clock, a man walked into the shop alone.

"Welcome." As soon as Lin Sui walked over, the man smiled and said, "I'm not here for dinner, I'm here to find someone."

Lin Sui: "Who are you looking for?"

The man looked behind Lin Sui: "Where is Yao? Is he there?"

The man is about the same height as Ming Qian, both about 1.8 meters tall, and his age is about 20 years old.

Lin Sui didn't say whether he was there or not, he just said, "I'll go and see."

She walked into the back kitchen and saw Yao standing in front of the chopping board in a daze, so she stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Yao's eyes.

Yao came back to his senses, looked into Lin Sui's eyes, and blinked slowly.

Lin Sui: "A man outside said he came to see you, do you recognize him? Friend or enemy?"

After reaching the door, he looked out cautiously, and shrank back after seeing the man's appearance clearly. Now he couldn't hold back anymore, and complained wildly to Lin Sui: "I always thought he was a woman! He was playing games The voice in it is also a girl's, and she swore to me that she never used a voice changer!"

Lin Sui quickly grabbed a handful of melon seeds, moved two small benches, and motioned for Yao to sit down and have a good chat.

Yao also grabbed melon seeds from Lin Sui, and he complained in a low voice: "He doesn't use a voice changer, he can make false voices! He can speak male, female, old and young voices!"

"When we met yesterday, he also said that he didn't lie to me for money or my heart, just to tease me." Yao said angrily, "Do you think he is bad or not?! Is it too much?!"

Yao: "At first, I thought, male netizens are male netizens. Anyway, I didn't go to find a girlfriend. It's nothing but a little disappointed. But after visiting the night market last night, he asked me if I want to fall in love."

Lin Sui blinked: "... so fast?"

Yao: "There must be something wrong with him, a big one."

Lin Sui: "Do you want melon seeds?"

Yao stood up: "I'll get it."

"Handsome guy, let me ask, Yao works in this store, right?" The man put his elbow on the counter, interrupting the "two-person world" between You Jun and Ming Qian.

You Jun: "..."