Free Days in Siheyuan

Chapter 158 Cooking Killer

Seeing that Zhang Yu still had an expression of disbelief, Zheng Gouzi brought him the porridge and put a clean spoon on it: "If you don't believe me, try it."

"I won't try it." Faced with Zheng Gouzi's enthusiastic invitation and looking at the bowl of strangely colored porridge, Zhang Yu really couldn't bring himself to try courage.

"Try it, try it, it tastes really good, I've had it just now, this is the best porridge I've ever made."

Faced with Zhang Yu's refusal, Zheng Gouzi continued to recommend his porridge to Zhang Yu without changing his face, insisting that Zhang Yu try it.

In the end, Zhang Yu really couldn't hold back his enthusiasm, and took the spoon from him, and then with a face of death, the spoon in his hand tremblingly stretched out towards the bowl of porridge.

It's not that he's hypocritical, nor is he picky eaters, it's just that the color of the bowl of porridge is too weird.

It's not black, it's not yellow, and it also has a strong smell of paste. No, he seems to smell a sour smell.

Looking at the spoonful of porridge scooped out, he closed his eyes tightly and quickly stuffed the porridge into his mouth.

Tears burst out immediately.

What's this smell?
It's only one less sweet than life, sweet, sour, bitter, hot and salty, sour, bitter, spicy, salty, and mixed with a strong paste taste.

Especially the sour and bitter taste, it almost made his soul go to heaven.

He swallowed reluctantly, not letting himself spit it out, and then looked for water everywhere. Zheng Gouzi didn't have boiling water at home, so he took a few sips of raw water to dilute the taste in his mouth.

Then he pointed at the bowl of porridge with trembling hands, "You, you, do you usually drink this?"

"Of course not?" Zheng Gouzi replied without thinking.

Zheng Gouzi's answer made Zhang Yu heave a sigh of relief, he just said, how can a normal person drink this every day, maybe he missed it today, that's why he made it so unpalatable.

But Zheng Gouzi's next words shattered his fantasy, "Didn't I already say it? This is the best pot of porridge I have made recently."

"The best pot of porridge, are you sure?"

"Of course! This is the best porridge I've ever made recently." As if not seeing Zhang Yu's surprise, Zheng Gouzi repeated it calmly.

It took Zhang Yu a long time to recover, and then asked curiously: "Brother Zheng, how do you make this porridge?"

Well, he admitted against his conscience that the bowl of weird stuff was porridge.

"That's how it is done. First heat the oil, then fry the rice, and finally add water and various seasonings."

After hearing his words, Zhang Yu's mouth opened again. He has never heard of anyone's porridge being boiled like this?
"Brother Zheng, who taught you this method?"

"I figured it out myself." Facing Zhang Yu's inquiry, Zheng Gouzi still showed a proud expression on his face.

"Brother Zheng, isn't it enough to add some water and a little rice to make porridge? Has no one taught you?"

"Yes! The aunt and sister-in-law in the yard have all taught me, and my brothers have also taught me, but what I did like that is not as good as what I do now."

"I don't believe that such a simple porridge can cause so many troubles."

Zhang Yu still couldn't believe it, isn't everyone able to cook porridge?

What's so difficult about cooking porridge?
Can it still produce so many flavors and so many messy and weird things?
These question marks swirled in Zhang Yu's mind. He didn't believe that someone could not even make simple porridge well.

He had to teach Zheng how to cook Gouzi porridge, otherwise he was worried that if he continued to eat like this, he would eat himself into the hospital one day.

"Is there still a fire on your stove?"

"Yes, haven't I just finished making porridge? I haven't had time to seal it yet, why are you asking this?"

"I'll make a pot of porridge for you to see."

As soon as Zhang Yu spoke, he started to cook a normal porridge.

He took out the porridge, and then motioned Zheng Gouzi to boil it for him to see.

"Let's not cook today. I've boiled two pots already, and the steamed buns you sent are enough for two days."

"No, I have to see how you cook porridge today."

Hearing Zhang Yu's firm attitude, Zheng Gouzi could only clean out the pot and cook the porridge again.

After a long while, Zhang Yu silently looked at the weird pot in front of him, and tasted it unwillingly.

Then he vomited. Are these not as good as the bowl of things he tasted at the beginning?
After Zhang Yu was silent for a while, he looked around Zheng Gouzi up, down, left, and right.

He was puzzled, there was nothing wrong with the steps, the water and rice were put in by him, but why did such a strange thing appear?

Zhang Yu was thinking with the last sliver of fantasy, whether to let him try again, this time teaching him by himself, whether it would be possible to succeed in that case, at least not the way it is now.

Zheng Gouzi, who Zhang Yu looked at, said aggrievedly: "I said that there is no need to boil another pot, and this is the result of another pot. It has been so many years since I started cooking. Except for a normal porridge when I hit a shit luck one time, I never made a normal porridge again."

"What about the other meals?" Zhang Yu asked unwillingly. There are so many kinds of meals, there must be one that can not step on the thunder, right?
"No, the others are not as good as this." Zheng Gouzi shook his head firmly. Over the years, it's not that he hasn't tried to make other things, but the things he made can't be eaten.

After a long time, he also gave up this idea.

Zhang Yu finally gave up, he sighed, "Hurry up and eat, it will be cold in a while."

After hearing what he said, Zheng Gouzi immediately brought over the porridge made by Zhang Yu, and ate it with the pickles and steamed buns brought by Zhang Yu.

"Didn't you say that the portion you made was good? Why don't you eat that portion now?"

"Hey." Zheng Gouzi just smiled, but didn't speak. He's not stupid, why eat normal food that he made?

Oh my goodness!It's so delicious, he can finally eat a normal meal, it's not easy!
When Zheng Gouzi was eating, Zhang Yu kept looking at him. After thinking for a long time, he said a word: "Brother Zheng, you should marry a wife earlier!"

Hearing Zhang Yu's words, Zheng Gouzi almost spit out the unswallowed food in his mouth, and he swallowed the food in his mouth to look like Zhang Yu.

"Xiaoyu, where are you thinking again?"

"I think your craftsmanship will be like this for the rest of your life. You might as well marry a wife. I believe that as long as it is a person, it will taste better than your cooking."

Zhang Yu is very sure that Zheng Gouzi's cooking skills are simply one in a million, no, no, it should be one in a million, maybe there may not be one out of 1 people who can cook as badly as him people.

(End of this chapter)