delicious master

Chapter 1 East Residence
[Too much oil in a bowl, not enough sea salt, wrong soy sauce, I don’t know why sugar is added, weird mutton soup! 】

Tang Xiaokang stared blankly at the evaluation that appeared in front of his eyes.

Below this sentence, a bowl of mutton soup that looks good is constantly steaming.

With a hesitant expression, he stared at the mutton soup on the table for a while, and finally he took a little with a spoon and put it in his mouth to taste.

Then he got up, took the soup, and poured it into the slop bucket without hesitation.

It must be because of the sugar. If there is no sugar, it will definitely be a perfect mutton soup.

Without any doubt about his cooking skills, Tang Xiaokang firmly believed that his No.70 failed to make mutton soup four times, just because of such a small mistake as adding a spoonful of sugar.

With a confident expression on his face, he couldn't see that the slop bucket behind him had begun to overflow.

After a whole morning of trying, the mutton just bought yesterday was also exhausted. Then I turned around and looked at the slop bucket full of soup and water. This thing needs to be cleaned up.

"It's time to change to a bigger slop bucket. It's full after only [-] times of pouring."

Tang Xiaokang, who completely ignored how many times he failed in the morning, complained dissatisfiedly about the loading capacity of his own slop bucket.

After walking out of the kitchen and changing his clothes, Tang Xiaokang called the company that dealt with the swill and asked them to send someone to deal with it, and walked out of the small yard.

There are two doors outside the yard. On the old wooden doors, the red paint has been eroded by time, gradually peeling off and becoming a little mottled.

The stainless steel anti-theft door outside was installed later, and it is the only one that can still function as a door.

The anti-theft door was locked, and Tang Xiaokang raised his head. The slightly retro door had the word Dongju written on the old plaque.

[A hundred-year-old store that is no longer well-known. 】

The familiar reminder made Tang Xiaokang feel a little emotional.

A private restaurant that has been passed down for hundreds of years has finally become an unknown in his own hands. I don't know if the ancestors know about it, will they call me an unworthy descendant.

Autumn is getting stronger, and the cool breeze in Ningcheng makes Tang Xiaokang tighten his clothes and walk along the alley to the vegetable market. The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus from his small courtyard seems to make the whole alley sweet stand up.

"Boss, bring me ten catties of mutton."

Standing on the meat stall, he shouted at the boss who was still dozing off.

Tang Xiaokang took a look at the mutton hanging on the stall. It should have not been sold out in the morning. The meat turned a little dark red and the appearance was dry. A small electric fan shook its head to prevent flies from staying.

"Ask for fresh ones!"

Tang Xiaokang couldn't help adding a sentence.

The boss who was woken up was a little dissatisfied, muttered twice, slowly got up from the reclining chair, saw Tang Xiaokang's familiar face, and suddenly became vigilant.

"Brother, you are not reselling mutton here, are you? The mutton you bought these days has to catch up with other wholesalers."

Hearing what the boss said, Tang Xiaokang felt that he had been too diligent in buying mutton these days, so he opened his mouth to explain.

"The taste of the mutton soup has been wrong, and a lot was wasted."

According to Tang Xiaokang's request, the boss took out a pile of relatively fresh mutton from the freezer under the stall, listened to the other party's words, and shook his head puzzled.

"What kind of fairy soup is this? So sophisticated?"

Looking at the boss who was pretending to be meat, Tang Xiaokang suddenly thought of the system's little-known evaluation of Dongju just now, maybe he can take this opportunity to expand the reputation of the shop?
"Cantonese-style mutton soup. The small shop is about to open tomorrow. The requirements are stricter. You can go and have a look if you have time. It's not far away. It's in the alley diagonally opposite, the one called Dongju."

After explaining it to the boss neatly, Tang Xiaokang also found a potential customer for his store by the way.

When he was about to give Tang Xiaokang a hand to pass the mutton, the stall owner's expression was a little strange when he heard the word Dongju's hand, and his eyes swept Tang Xiaokang's face twice.

"Master Tang, who are you...?"

"Tang Youwei is my grandfather, my name is Tang Xiaokang, the current owner of Dongju."

Without thinking, Tang Xiaokang understood who the other party asked was Master Tang. Speaking of fame, in the era when well-known chefs were all cooking at the State Guest Hotel, Tang Xiaokang’s grandfather, Tang Youwei, rejected countless invitations with high salaries. Returning to his hometown in Ningcheng, he reopened the old Dongju store that had been closed for many years due to the war.

Since then, the two words Tang Youwei and Dongju have become the names that gourmets from all over the world will definitely mention.

So far, Tang Xiaokang can vaguely remember the smiling faces of everyone under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard of Dongju.

"Master Tang's grandson?"

The stall owner kept looking at Tang Xiaokang's face, thinking about the authenticity of the other person's words, until he saw the familiar feeling between Tang Xiaokang's brows, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Oh, let me tell you, I always feel that you are familiar with the young man. It turns out that he is the grandson of Master Tang! Don't ask for this meat, just wait for me!"

While talking, he threw away the mutton in his hand, not even caring about his own stall, and the mutton stall owner hurriedly ran behind, leaving Tang Xiaokang alone.

Tang Xiaokang:? ? ?

……

After a while, the stall owner rushed back from the back door of the market, panting, holding four pieces of fresh lamb belly.

Snapped!
Throwing the lamb belly directly on the chopping board, blood splashed out from the beating, and you could tell at a glance that it had just been slaughtered.

The mutton is very good. Tang Xiaokang, who has learned cooking skills from his grandfather for many years, has a certain vision for identifying ingredients, clear texture, just the right proportion of fat and thin, and the distinct lamb ribs.

Even people who don't know the ingredients can feel that this is a good quality lamb brisket.

"The Dongshan black sheep in the South China Sea?"

Looking at the stall owner in slight surprise, Tang Xiaokang never expected that such a good breed of sheep could be bought in this small market.

"As expected of Master Tang's grandson, this vision is really amazing!"

With a thumbs up, he praised Tang Xiaokang, and the stall owner packed the four pieces of lamb belly in bags.

"It's also a coincidence. If it is later, these pieces of meat will probably be bought by others. You are the grandson of Master Tang, so don't give me the money. I will give it to you!"

He politely pushed the packed mutton brisket in front of Tang Xiaokang, he was a little uncomfortable with the enthusiasm of the stall owner.

"Master, I'd better give the money, these pieces of mutton belly are not cheap!"

Tang Xiaokang, who is well aware of the terrifying price of Dongshan black sheep, knows that if he accepts it, the other party's business for this day will basically be for nothing.

"Brother, if you pay for this, you will look down on me, Wu Da. I only found the way to supply the Dongshan black sheep to Master Tang. These things are my little affection for Master Tang. If you really I want to thank me, when the soup is ready, invite me to have a bowl. I haven’t had Dongju’s mutton soup for almost ten years, so I miss it.”

Looking at the enthusiastic eyes of the stall owner, Tang Xiaokang was silent for a while, and finally said a good word.

Seeing that Tang Xiaokang agreed, Wu laughed and handed the mutton belly to the other party.

The moment he took the mutton, in Tang Xiaokang's mind, the system that had been silent for a long time reappeared.

【mission completed! 】

(End of this chapter)