The strongest food dad

He took Yunyun out of the hotel and called a taxi, which is a taxi in Hong Kong Island.

In the past, Tang Yi had only seen those old-fashioned red taxis on TV. In his impression, it seemed that all Hong Kong movies were full of this kind of red taxis.

After showing the driver his desired destination, the driver nodded and set off with Tang Yi and Yunyun.

Yunyun looked at Tang Yi with a curious look on her face and asked, "Daddy, why are all the taxis here red?"

But before Tang Yi could speak, the driver in front spoke.

"Little friend, there are three colors of taxis on Hong Kong Island, not just red."

Although he didn't look back, Tang Yi still clearly felt the driver's liking for Yunyun.

It seems that this playful and cute little girl is also very lethal to this kind of middle-aged people who are running around for their families.

Hearing what the driver said, Tang Yi was also a little curious, and asked, "Then what's the difference between these three colors?"

The driver chuckled and said, "It's not because I'm afraid of traffic jams."

Immediately afterwards, the driver explained the differences between red, green and blue taxis on Hong Kong Island to the two of them.

Red taxis can go anywhere, while blue taxis can only stay in the remote Lantau Island.

The green ones can only run in the New Territories. This is also to prevent all taxis from going to more prosperous places such as Tsim Sha Tsui.

Such a system can avoid the problem of congestion in prosperous areas, and can also avoid the situation of no taxis in poorer areas.

Hearing what the driver said, Tang Yi understood, and Yunyun also smiled and listened to the driver.

It's just that the congestion on Hong Kong Island roads cannot be avoided by restricting some taxis.

While looking at the scenery on the side of the road, the two headed towards their destination, and they didn't feel bored along the way.

After paying the fare, Tang Yi got out of the car, took out his mobile phone, and finally saw the address Wang Jia gave him.

This is a very shabby-looking place with a dilapidated rolling door. Although it has been rolled up at this time, Tang Yi can still see the rust on it.

As soon as he took Yunyun to the door, Tang Yi saw a man walking out to meet the two of them.

"Hello, I'm Wang Jia, welcome to Mr. Tang for your favor."

Tang Yi was also polite to Wang Jia, and then walked into the house.

The facilities in the house are even simpler, just like the tea restaurant seen in the movie.

But the difference is that during this time period, there is no guest inside, except for Wang Jia, only the smell of the room is left.

Tang Yi just sniffed it lightly, and found that it tasted almost the same as the soup in the stew pot in the morning.

It seems that the soup in the morning should come from this person.

After taking the tea cup handed over by Wang Jia, Tang Yi just glanced at Wang Jia's hand.

Because of being in contact with the stove all the year round, basically most chefs' hands will be rosy and shiny.

But Wang Jia's hands are different, the back of the hand is clean and smooth, but the fingers are full of calluses.

Noticing Tang Yi's gaze, Wang Jia smiled, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "Everyone who sees my hand will show your expression."

Wang Jia always makes people feel like a spring breeze. Even if he finds Tang Yi observing him, his tone and demeanor will not make people feel the slightest embarrassment.

Tang Yi touched the teacup in his hand, didn't drink it, and said with a smile: "Yeah, I really can't think of why a chef has so many calluses on his hands."

Thinking of this, Tang Yi couldn't help thinking of those people who worked hard to practice martial arts in martial arts novels. He always felt that Wang Jia's appearance was very similar to the one described in the novel.

Glancing at Tang Yi's hand lightly, Wang Jia sighed and said, "Actually, I'm not a smart person, so I can only work hard. Otherwise, why do you think the soup you drank It will taste like that."

After speaking, Wang Jia stood up and said, "Come in with me and have a look."

Standing up on his own, he had no doubt whether Tang Yi would follow him.

Yunyun jumped three feet high and asked curiously: "Uncle, you made that bowl of soup in the morning. It is so delicious. Except for Da Da, it is the first time I have tasted such a delicious thing."

Wang Jia didn't speak when he heard it, but just smiled.

Tang Yi touched Yunyun's head, signaling her not to talk too much.

Tang Yi had a special liking for this not-so-extroverted man in front of him. He must be someone with some kind of special experience.

Following Wang Jia into the back kitchen, Tang Yi discovered that there was still a firewood stove here.

A large pot of soup was simmering on the stove, and the aroma one could smell as soon as one entered the room came from this pot.

The pot looked surprisingly big, and there were two iron handles, which seemed to be specially made.

Without any hesitation, Wang Jia actually used his own hand to carry the pot.

Reaching out his hand, he poured several prepared ingredients next to him into the pot one by one, and then Wang Jia put the pot on the fire again.

"You usually don't take this pot like this?"

The soup in the pot was already boiling, so the temperature of this pot can be imagined, Wang Jia took it down and put it back on without changing his expression.

"Of course, otherwise, how do you think I know what kind of temperature and ingredients can achieve what kind of taste? Sometimes only when it hurts can I remember that feeling."

Wang Jia said with a faint expression.

Isn't this person's thinking too extreme?
At first, Tang Yi just thought that Wang Jia must have had a different experience, but he never expected that he would do such an extreme thing in order to make a pot of soup.

"Do you also think I'm extreme?"

Finally, Wang Jia's tone did not have that kind of blushing, but a kind of loneliness, a kind of loneliness that is not understood by others.

"It can't be said to be extreme, but I always feel that the method is a bit inappropriate."

Tang Yi directly expressed his true thoughts.

"Actually, this pot of soup has always had a famous name, Dawang Soup. My father used this pot of soup to support our family."

Wang Jia's tone became lower and lower, as if he had thought of something serious.

"My father is always called Dawang, so his soup got its name, but I don't want to be taken a fancy to just such a pot of soup."

Tang Yi was silent.

It seems that this is why Wang Jia treats this pot of soup so extremely.

Wang Jia continued: "At that time, my father almost became a cooking god because of this pot of soup, but he didn't expect that he died in the kitchen in the end. I was the only one who survived in our Wang family, and no one had ever stepped into the kitchen. Me in the kitchen."

Hearing what Wang Jia said, Tang Yi suddenly felt that he understood Wang Jia very well.

I am afraid that it is precisely because of these experiences that Wang Jia is so concerned about this pot of soup, so affectionate and righteous.

"Okay, that's all for my business, I think my friends should also be here."

After saying this, Wang Jia's voice was not as deep as before, just like the tone when they first met.

As soon as the words fell, Tang Yi saw a few people suddenly came in from outside. These people looked about the same age as Wang Jia. Looking at their appearance and posture, they went directly into the back kitchen and found their own Tang Yi is sure that they are chefs.

"Mr. Tang, although it is very presumptuous, I still invite you to compare your cooking skills with them."

Wang Jia's eyes showed a kind of sincerity, more like a kind of pleading.

Tang Yi just smiled bitterly, looking at the posture, he couldn't do it if he didn't agree.

At this time, the system will not suddenly pop up and give yourself a task, right?

"Ding dong!"

"Complete Wang Jia's request and win. Get the recipe of King Soup!"

"Mission reward: food points plus [-] points."

I go!

Tang Yi was startled, it seems that this King Tang is no small matter!

Can actually directly get [-] food points.

However, if you want a high return, it is naturally not that simple. Just relying on the soup made by Wang Jia, the opponents he specially arranged for himself are definitely not weak.

Although he already knew the mission of the system, Tang Yi still wanted to know what Wang Jia was thinking.

Immediately Tang Yi said: "I still want to know what your purpose is. If you can't tell the truth, then I'm sorry."

Wang Jia took a look at Tang Yi, but those people who just came in all copied things from the back kitchen at this time.

It was as if Wang Jia gave an order, and they would attack Tang Yi without hesitation.

Yunyun was frightened by this posture, and went straight to hide behind Tang Yi.

Tang Yi still looked at Wang Jia calmly, and he knew that Wang Jia would definitely give him the answer.

"Put those things away, we are not young and Dangerous now."

After Wang Jia finished speaking, he looked at Tang Yi with a serious face, and said, "I hope you can help me expose the facts back then, so that the Li family, who has always been the master of cooking, will fall from the altar."

Tang Yi still smiled: "Why me?"

Wang Jia sighed, and said, "The way you make the soup base at the beef noodles is very similar to my father."

Tang Yi walked up to Wang Jia, took off Wang Jia's apron, put it on himself, and said, "How to compete, tell me."

"Make soup."

Immediately afterwards, Wang Jia pulled out a kitchen cart from the back kitchen, and there were various pots on it. These things must be used for making soup, and it was clear at a glance.

Several other people have already found their own positions and are already starting to make soup.

Tang Yi followed the earthen jar, and suddenly saw the most inconspicuous earthen jar. Tang Yi took out the earthen jar and weighed it in his hand.

This texture, this weight, and this thickness are the most suitable for making soup by yourself.

It's just that Tang Yi didn't notice that Wang Jia's eyes had begun to shrink.

That earthen jar was exactly the one his father used most during his lifetime.