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Chapter 5 Teaching the Chef to Cook

After a while, a tall, dark-skinned man walked upstairs with heavy steps.

Being a slave is hard work, and having muscles is not a big deal, but being so tanned is a bit unreasonable. His eyebrows are high and his eyes are deep, unlike the natives of Jiyue Kingdom.

The waiter followed behind him, completely losing the contempt he had just now. Instead, he lifted it up carefully and pointed in the direction.

Until he came to them.

The cook was still wearing oil-proof kitchen clothes. When he saw two women sitting in the second room of the private room, he asked with anger between his eyebrows: "May I ask who is Miss Xie?"

He refused to stand up, rolled up his sleeves and asked, "Where is the kitchen?"

The latter's dark face curved, revealing a few white teeth, "That's what I mean, please."

He refused and strode out, and when he turned the corner and was about to go downstairs, he suddenly raised his eyes as if sensing something. Unexpectedly, he bumped into a line of sight that he hurriedly avoided in the cubicle.

Even if she quickly avoided him, even if he was wearing women's clothing, she still recognized Feng Qingcheng at a glance.

It’s really a narrow road between enemies.

As expected, he was His Majesty's favorite prince. He had committed such a big crime and yet he could still ignore it. Although the dissolution of their engagement had not yet been made public, it was no longer relevant anyway, so she didn't bother to care about it and went straight downstairs. .

The kitchen is not big.

Xie Xie looked around and found that the ingredients were limited, and even the kitchen utensils were very few.

She took out a handful of green scallions from the cleaned vegetable basket, carefully cut them into two sections on the cutting board, and put the white scallions into a bowl for later use.

The cook stood by the door, his eyes following her.

Seeing that she only took a handful of green onions, he couldn't help showing a bit of contempt. Did he think she was really a capable young lady? Do you think you might have a few heirloom dishes hidden in your hands? Otherwise, at such a young age, why would she dare to go to Yuxianglou, the largest restaurant in the capital, to speak nonsense?
  Xie Xie had no time to care about him, and planned to show off her best dish in the 21st century - noodles with scallion oil.

Who would have thought that there wasn’t even an iron pot here? No wonder none of the dishes on the table were stir-fried. Could it be that such a cooking method hasn’t emerged here yet?

It was not easy to find an iron bowl with a handle. She simply put it on the stove. She quickly cut a few large pieces of fatty pork belly into it. The hot bottom of the bowl suddenly let out a " "Zizzi" sound.

The sound was strange and unheard by the cook. As the lard was refining, a rich and pure aroma filled the kitchen.

He didn't know that there was such a way to cook pork!

"What kind of cooking method is this?"

"This is called explosion."

Refine the lard, use a small bowl to take out the oil residue that is deep-fried until brown but retains some oily texture, then add green onions, fry until burnt but not burnt, then add scallions. There is no soy sauce here, so I can only Just improvise and add some coarse salt and spices to taste.

After the scallion oil was boiled, she took some rolled noodles and boiled them before putting them in a bowl. Then she poured the buttery scallion oil on top and topped them with crispy scallions and crispy oil residue. In an iron bowl with a thin oil base, I fried a poached egg with my bare hands and put it on top.

"What is this?"

"This is called frying."

"Is this dish famous?"

He refused to interrupt the curious baby's question, "Okay, I'll call it scallion noodles. You can call it whatever you like in the future. You try it. If you think it tastes good, you can send it to me first when new dishes come out. , I will check for you first." After that, she strode away.

"Thank you, Miss Second. Thank you, Miss Second." The cook chased him all the way out. Just when he thought he was going to say something, he bowed deeply and bowed his hands in a bow, "Master, please accept my bow." "

She smiled and said: "There is no need to give this big gift. I will teach you other cooking methods when I have time another day."

Xie didn't know that because of this casual remark about making an appointment for the next time, the chef actually worked hard to practice his cooking skills every day and changed his unruly temperament.

At the same time, in another compartment on the second floor of Yuxiang Building. Feng Qingcheng was restless. Today, the princess took the initiative and invited him to dress up and go out of the palace to taste the new dishes of Yuxianglou once a month. Who would have thought that he would meet the star of his life here.

Seeing that he had been absent-minded, the princess couldn't help but ask: "But are you still worried about that matter?"

Feng Qingcheng kept thinking about the scene where he and Xie were staring at each other in his mind. Finally, he said with some fear: "She must have recognized me."

"Who?"

There were two other people at the table who also looked over, somewhat puzzled.

Feng Qingcheng stood up and called the waiter, "Can you decline?"

The waiter said yes, "Miss Xie Er just left not long ago."

"It's really her."

"What is she doing here?" The princess narrowed her eyes and asked with a bit of coercion.

The waiter lowered his head and said, "Miss Xie Er is a regular customer here. She probably came here for the new products. Just now she blamed the new dishes for not having a good taste and said she wanted to personally teach the chef a few dishes..."

The words are not finished yet.

Feng Qingcheng laughed out loud first, "She is a slutty young lady who has no fingers in the water. What qualifications does she have to point fingers? Isn't the cook always very eccentric? We invited him many times and he didn't come to see us. Could it be that Aren't you angry?"

The waiter paused. She had thought that this would be the case, so she kept talking and explaining all the way. This Miss Xie Er was the shopkeeper's former sweetheart. She shouldn't offend her, so she had to be more tolerant. But who knew...

"Go and call the cook." The lady said.

In the past, I would ask him to give me a few compliments. The food was well cooked, so I could decline politely. But now I have asked him to give me compliments, which is quite a bit like using his status to pressure people.

The waiter screamed bitterly in his heart. Today, the two tables upstairs are the masters he cannot afford to offend.

Not long after, the cook from Yuxianglou came up.

"Did you really teach you how to cook?" Feng Qingcheng looked at the ordinary-looking, well-built foreign man in front of him, and thought to himself, no wonder the concubine didn't show up every time she invited him. He knew that he could do this in a restaurant. What kind of character can he have to do such a despicable job in public? They are just sold black slaves. A look of contempt appeared on his face unconsciously.

In Jiyue Kingdom, thin men are considered beautiful, but this cook is the ugliest because of his strong build.

The chef's real name was You Jin, and he came from the north. He was not originally from Jiyue Kingdom, but he was unexpectedly taken in by the shopkeeper of Yuxianglou. He was specially kept here because he was good at cooking.

You Jin is not stupid either. His usual unruliness is all because he is too lazy to deal with these dignitaries. Now it is natural to see that the attitude of Feng Qingcheng and others towards him is completely different from that of Zhou Wenxi and Xie Jue.

He didn't respond, which seemed to everyone to be acquiescence.

Feng Qingcheng was impatient. Talking to such a person was simply an insult to his status, "What did she do? Bring it to me to taste."

He now had a bitter hostility towards rejection, and anything that made rejection comfortable would displease him.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the dignified Ninth Prince is the most noble person in the entire Kyoto. Even such a person was unexpectedly... No, if the engagement was annulled by someone else, Feng Qingcheng might be able to accept it, but this person refused. .

Who is declined? Looking at the entire Kyoto, there is no one more uneducated and dissolute than her!
  The only good thing is that there were only a few Tainu Party members in the Qinghuan Palace that day. When it is announced to the world in the future, the Queen Mother will definitely not declare that it was the Xie family who took the initiative to break off the engagement. Therefore, his face, the royal family's Face can also be saved.

You Jin held up the scallion oil noodles with both hands that he didn't want to eat, with a somewhat reluctant expression on his face.

"Just a bowl of noodles?" Feng Qingcheng tasted it with disdain and his expression was stunned, "What is this?"

You Jin replied expressionlessly: "This is the scallion oil noodles made by Miss Xie Er."

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