Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 2 Chen Mapo Restaurant

"Battle of Hainan Island?"

"Fuck claws? When is this news?"

Chen Nian listened to this strange voice in a daze, but before he could figure out the situation, he heard another voice with a partial dialect.

"Why are you sleeping in front of the restaurant? Do you want food?"

Chen Nian opened his eyes dimly, and then saw a tall, thin middle-aged man standing in front of him, with a simple and honest face, wearing a piece of waxed blue cloth clothes and a pair of thread earrings on his feet. Straw sandals, looking at him with some hesitation in his eyes.

What's more important is that the other party still has a vague aura from the kitchen.

"This is a cook!"

Chen Nian grew up in this environment, so he is very familiar with this feeling from the other party.

Looking at the surrounding environment again, Chen Nian found that he was not in his own home at all, but just sitting on the ground against the wall, as if he was sleeping just now.

He looked up again at the signboard of the restaurant that the person said.

【Chen Mapo Restaurant】

Good guy!
This is too simple and rude!

The origin of Mapo Tofu is naturally known.

Is this how that amazing cookbook taught myself mapo tofu?

[In ancient times, there was Cao Cao sleeping in his dreams and killing people, and today there is old age traveling through dreams to learn food]

I just don't know if I will wake up in the middle of the dream. According to Chen's past experience, if I wake up in the middle of my dream and then go back to sleep, there is a high probability that I won't be able to continue.

Without further ado, I stood up immediately, with an earnest face: "Master, I am not begging for food, I want to learn how to cook!"

"Learn to cook?"

"Yes, that's right, I want to learn Mapo Tofu!"

As a result, when the other party heard it, he was immediately happy: "I wanted to imitate Xue Xiangshun's signature since I came here. I haven't seen you around here. Where did you hear about this? Could it be that you came from the sect?"

Being born in the door means that someone in the family is a cook.

Chen Nian nodded: "My father is a chef."

"Then why don't you learn from him?"

"He hasn't taught me yet."

"How can there be a craft that doesn't teach your son? Are you not your own?"

Vintage: "."

"I'm biological, but he... died a few months ago."

After the words fell, Xue Xiangshun's originally puzzled eyes suddenly turned into pity.

Even the tone was much softer: "Then your mother?"

"My mother is at my hometown."

"Then how do you eat?"

"I just arrived here today, I don't have anything to eat, I might be hungry at noon."

Xue Xiangshun couldn't help being silent at this moment. After a while, he took a deep breath with regret on his face and let it out slowly, his eyes were full of pity.

However, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, he encountered such a catastrophe, and his family was ruined, leaving only the mother and son to depend on each other.

Originally, he didn't intend to accept Chen Nian's. After all, although he was a helper at Chen Mapo Restaurant, he was also the chef of the red case here. No one who had tasted his craftsmanship would say anything bad, so naturally he wouldn't accept it casually. He is a gangster, and the age is unknown, so he doesn't know how to follow.

But now hearing Chen Nian's life experience, he suddenly felt compassion.

I don't have any heirs, and this child looks so pitiful now, and he was born in the family, so it's better to take it in.

If God rewards the meal, and people are down-to-earth, they will teach, and how much they can learn depends on the individual.

If it doesn't work, you can have a meal here as a handyman.

"Okay, I'll ask the boss if I can keep you. What's your name?"

"Old age, the aging of old vinegar."

Then Chen Nian became an apprentice at Chen Mapo Restaurant.

After entering the store, Xue Xiangshun told the proprietress here that he had accepted an apprentice. The proprietress had no objection to this, anyway, it would be nice to have someone to help, and the apprentice would not need a few wages, one hundred thousand a month, of course, this money is at this time It is still an old currency, which is equivalent to about ten yuan, which is completely regarded as pocket money. After all, at this time, the salary of the new workers is only about 20 yuan. This is not much money, and it can make Master Xue more relaxed.

So Chen Nian doesn't care too much about it, something is better than nothing, and nothing is better than nothing.

Learning is the main thing, anyway, the money may not necessarily be taken out.

At this time, he finally thought of Xue Xiangshun.

The reformer of Mapo Tofu, the soul of Chen Mapo Restaurant in the middle period!

The meat in Mapo Tofu was replaced with yellow beef, and Pixian Douban, the soul of this dish, was added to it.

It really wasn't for no reason that I dreamed here!

I looked at the brand-new old-fashioned radio on the counter, looked at the picture of a little doll wearing a bellyband and bare buttocks painted on the wall, and the calendar celebrating the founding of the People's Republic of China was written on it, as well as the slightly rough big-character poster in the hands of the proprietress.

The headline on the front page was the news of the liberation of Hainan Island.

The date says 1950.

In the 50s, there were still wars.

If I came a few years earlier, the guests would have to bring their own vegetables and meat when they come to the restaurant!

Entering the kitchen, Xue Xiangshun did not immediately start preparing the ingredients for lunch, but looked at Chen Nian instead.

"I've been cooking this dish all my life. It's not that easy to learn this skill. Aren't you from the sect? Try cutting tofu?"

"it is good."

To show master his skills, Chen Nian will naturally show his best state.

The sword is radiant and fast as lightning, and the operation is brisk and concise, without any redundant movements, let alone sloppy.

Even if Fu Hongxue was still alive, he would have to praise the fast saber technique.

In the end, Xue Xiangshun looked at the tofu on the chopping board which was somewhat uneven and had some tofu dregs on it, and he couldn't help taking a breath, smashing his mouth, frowning, scratching the back of his left hand, which was just bitten last night package.

"That's it?"

The two words blurted out, but after thinking about it, I might not have learned it systematically before Chen Nian, and I may have figured it out by myself to be able to do this. I have to give some encouragement after a slap, so I added:

"The basic skills are there."

Chen Nian knows his own strengths and is willing to learn, but old Chen never gave him a chance.

But now it's almost lunch time, and Chen Mapo's restaurant is about to open, so Chen Nian helps out with some work of washing and picking vegetables.

Even in the 50s, Chen Mapo Restaurant was very popular.

There is an endless stream of people coming here for lunch, and basically everyone who comes here knows what the signature dish is, but although they also order other dishes, most of the tables still have such a dish of mapo tofu.

In the period of the Republic of China, Zhou Xun actually mentioned it in "Old Records of Fu Rong Hua": there is Chen Mapo outside the North Gate, which is good at making tofu. Many people do not know its brand name, but everyone knows Chen Mapo.

This is enough to show how famous Chen Mapo's shop is. Although Chen Mapo is no longer there, the reputation of this shop is still undiminished.

In this way, I have been busy until more than two o'clock in the afternoon before eating.

Rice + mapo tofu.

The proprietress asked Xue Xiangshun to do this specially. After all, new apprentices always need to know the master's craftsmanship, so that they can have a goal and have more respect for the master.

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