private kitchen

He Qingshan glanced at him, got up and walked out, the three of them kept looking and walking, the house was not very big, they looked at a few more rooms, and when they looked up again, they saw Elder Zhou standing at the door of the side room looking at them.

He Qingshan has always respected Mr. Zhou, so he stopped quickly and called Mr. Zhou in a low voice.

Elder Zhou nodded his head as he agreed. He knocked on the floor with his cane, and seemed to be in a good mood. He turned around and stretched out his hand to open the door: "Come and see the kitchen."

It was an inconspicuous room. Pushing open the carved red wooden door, He Qingshan was shocked when he walked in. This can be said to be the best kitchen He Qingshan has ever seen. Even the high-end kitchens in the hotel are not so powerful.

The large kitchen with hundreds of square meters was clean and bright. Several people were busy inside. When they saw them coming in, they stopped what they were doing and called out to the boss respectfully.

He Qingshan walked in with some care, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there were all kinds of things here beyond imagination, from high-end stoves to slow-fire induction cookers, from traditional stoves to miniature stoves, all kinds of knives, molds, pots and bowls The ladle, made of steel, pure iron, and enamel, really have everything you need. He Qingshan's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of joy.

Lin Yize saw his sparkling eyes, couldn't help but also laughed, he touched his nose, and whispered behind him: "Take a good look, tell me anything you need, I will satisfy you..."

He Qingshan turned his head to look at him, lowered his head, but his eyes were full of smiles.

Lin Yize inexplicably felt that his mood suddenly improved. Looking at the set of enamel knives that he bought at a high price, he thought that no matter how expensive it was, it was worth it.

He patted He Qingshan on the shoulder, and introduced other people to them. There are not many people in the humble garden. Although Qingshan doesn't have much experience, he can tell that the people here are all top-notch.

Putting aside Lin Yize's unreliable way of opening a store, He Qingshan looked at the almost perfect kitchen and those capable staff, and wished he could show his skills here immediately.

The humble garden will open in a few days, because there are only two chefs, He Qingshan and Mr. Zhou, and Mr. Zhou may not come here often when he is old, so He Qingshan will rarely have holidays in the future. Lin Yize gave him a few days off , let him go home to stay for a few days, Lin Yize's hand also healed, and it was not good to stay in the small apartment all the time, so he packed up and went back to his home.

After sending He Qingshan back home, it was already evening when he returned to his own home. Lin Yize had to deal with some things and felt a little hungry.

He hasn't returned to his home for a long time. There are very few things in the house. He rummaged around and only found a handful of dried noodles and some dried bacon.

This stuff really couldn't even cook noodles in soup, so Lin Yize had no choice but to go downstairs to buy food. There were not many fresh vegetables left in the vegetable market at this time, so he picked and picked and finally bought some green vegetables.

Ignite the dry pot, fry the good bacon to reveal the oil, add chopped green onion and ginger, pour in soy sauce and sauté until fragrant, wait until the chopped green onion changes color, then pour in a small half pot of warm water, the hot pot makes a stinging sound, glowing Some oily water exudes aroma, and when the water boils, he puts some tomatoes and vegetables into it, boils the water twice, takes out half a handful of dragon beard noodles, stirs them in the pot, and when the noodles are cooked, can eat.

Lin Yize ate the noodles with big mouthfuls while watching TV. It tasted good, but he always felt something wrong in his mouth.

Halfway through eating the noodles, Lin Yize felt that he didn't want to eat any more. He seemed to have begun to miss the time at He Qingshan's house, the delicious chicken velvet porridge, stewed noodles, hibiscus meat and eight-treasure tofu.

Thinking about it, he felt that his stomach was even more empty, and his mood suddenly turned bad, so he turned up the TV volume a little more, and sighed a little in his heart, although He Qingshan usually doesn't talk much, But without him, it was a bit lonely.

That little cook, obviously has a bad temper, but he is still polite. No matter how he teases him, even if the little cook is already furious, it doesn't count as the time he accidentally hurt him. The worst thing is that he raised his head and squinted his eyes. stare at him.

The little cook was half a head shorter than him, and when he stared at him, he always squinted his eyes, his slender eyebrows were raised upwards, and his black and white eyes were full of anger. Just like that, he seemed to come alive.

When he thought of this scene, he suddenly felt in a good mood again, and even the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

He just sat on the sofa with the bowl in his hands and lost his mind, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. The noodles in the bowl were a bit cold, Lin Yize was stunned for a while, and suddenly he was slightly startled.

He put his hand on his forehead and shook his head resignedly, alright alright, although that little cook looks good, has a good figure, and has fair skin... But regardless of gender, the type he likes has always been that kind A gentle and delicate child who doesn't talk too much and doesn't cause trouble, even if he loses his temper occasionally, he should be a little wild cat with bright paws, not the violence of waving a kitchen knife and picking up a pot full of corn to smash his bones at any time molecular.

From the fights between him and Zhang Hui, it can be seen that this guy is definitely not a kind master, and he really fights a lot.

He scooped up the noodles and stuffed them into his mouth indiscriminately. Rather than saying that he fell in love with the little cook, it would be better to say that he fell in love with his cooking, He Qingshan's cooking, he really liked it very much.

He has traveled all over the years and met many culinary masters, those who have been hyped up, those who are really capable, those in big hotels, small restaurants in the countryside, Chinese and Western, and he has seen a lot of food, even his mother, that It’s also because of his grandfather’s true biography that he can take the lead in any restaurant. His mother has raised his mouth very much these years, but after eating for so many years, there is no one that He Qingshan can cook. Can make him so happy.

Salty, light, sour and sweet, every bite is just right, simple but delicate, a seemingly simple dish can taste different flavors inside.

He has never forgotten the taste of that bowl of chicken porridge until now. He likes this taste very much. He likes it so much that he misses it after only leaving for a day.

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