After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

"my leg……!"

"Grandpa, your leg hurts again!"

Xue Mingyang almost wanted to call a doctor immediately.

"No, Ming Yang, don't worry, I feel much better."

Mr. Xue hurriedly reached out his hand to stop Xue Mingyang, and then spoke.

He also tried to stand up.

The leg that had been pierced for a long time without any effect of acupuncture suddenly felt much more comfortable. Although there was still some pain, the heart-wrenching feeling was gone.

"grandfather?"

Xue Mingyang couldn't help but speak out.

Only then did Mr. Xue realize that he was excited and grabbed Xue Mingyang.

"Quickly, invite the little girl who made the noodles out."

Xue Mingyang naturally didn't dare to go against the old man's wishes, and immediately ran to the kitchen.

"Master Song, every time I made peony feasts before, I always felt that they were a little bit worse."

At this time, in the kitchen, a group of chefs were surrounding Song Weitang, asking their usual doubts one by one.

"Peony Snow Feast is a water feast in Yudi in the past. We are located in the south of Wei City. The radishes you use must be half-green and half-white sand pit radishes. If you use local radishes in Wei City, you will not be able to achieve the same effect."

"Master Song, there is a fragrant dew in the Tianxiangzhi. It is soaked in water with jade from Kunshan, and then the jasmine is steamed and dried nine times. But why I made it according to the ancient books, and it is completely immortal. The redness recorded in the ancient books is as red as snow."

"The jasmine we often see today is white jasmine. In the past, there was red jasmine, so it can be made into that color."

A group of chefs suddenly realized.

Compared with this group of people, Wang Yichang seemed much quieter.

As the second chef, he watched Song Weitang cook the whole time.

Now he admires Song Weitang from hair to toes.

"Pfft...!"

Just when everyone was eager to learn and tried to seize the time to ask questions, they suddenly heard a sound.

Everyone turned their heads to look at where the sound came from.

"Master Song, I want to worship you as my teacher."

Wang Yichang knelt down on the ground, kowtowing respectfully to Song Weitang.

The rest of the people looked at each other with envy in their eyes.

But chefs of Song Weitang's level, they also have self-knowledge, not everyone can worship under them.

Song Weitang was taken aback, but he didn't expect Wang Yichang to do this.

She stretched out her hand to help Wang Yichang up.

She had observed it before.

Although this Wang Yichang is a bit older, he has solid basic skills and a good heart.

She hadn't thought about accepting apprentices before.

"You want to worship me as a teacher?"

Song Weitang asked.

Wang Yichang nodded heavily.

He started learning to cook when he was a teenager. He didn’t know anything at the beginning. He started as a small worker, and others saw that he was eager to learn. They gave him some pointers. Later, he realized that many of the real secret recipes are handed down from generation to generation. .

He thought it would be like this for the rest of his life.

But he saw Song Weitang.

Although this Master Song is young, his culinary skills are simply convincing.

He knew that many people would not accept his apprenticeship at his age.

but……

This is the only chance.

"I accept apprentices, there is a trial period."

Song Weitang spoke slowly, the Song family actually only had one rule for their disciples, that is, they must never accept those who are cunning and evil-minded.

"I am willing to accept the probationary period."

Wang Yichang said hastily.

"Then I promise you first, and you get up first."

Wang Yichang hurriedly got up, and he consciously began to stand one step behind Song Weitang.

Xue Mingyang also came here.

"Weitang, come with me to the front hall."

Xue Mingyang stretched out his hand to pull Song Weitang.

Song Weitang nodded, she probably knew why?

She turned her head and told Wang Yichang.

"When I'm not around, keep an eye on the kitchen. I brew the flower stuffing over there myself. After about half an hour, I can serve a small pot on each table with Nanliang cakes."

Song Weitang followed Xue Mingyang out of the kitchen after finishing his instructions.

Although Xue Mingyang had a lot of doubts in his mind, the old master and the guests were waiting, so he didn't dare to delay.

"Grandpa ate your noodles, and his legs seem to be much better."

He just said a few words to Song Weitang on the way.

The two walked quickly into the hall.

"Grandpa, this is Miss Song Weitang who is hosting your birthday banquet today."

With Xue Mingyang's words, everyone present turned around, and when they saw Song Weitang, many people were a little surprised.

Mr. Xue was just taken aback for a moment, and immediately said with a smile.

"I thought that the person who could make such a feast must be an experienced chef, but I didn't expect it to be a young and beautiful girl. It really is the waves of the Yangtze River pushing the waves ahead. We, the waves ahead, are about to die on the beach."

Mr. Xue's words instantly enlivened the atmosphere in the hall.

Many people followed suit and laughed.

"Miss Song, you're welcome, come and sit down."

Old Master Xue waved at Song Weitang.

Song Weitang walked to Mr. Xue's side and sat down gracefully.

"Miss Song, I want to ask what is the purpose of this birthday noodles?"

Old Xue pointed to the Bazhen Shou Noodles he had just eaten and asked.

He was really curious.

Song Weitang smiled slightly and spoke slowly.

"Today is a birthday banquet for the old man. Before I came, I had known the old man in advance. I learned that the old man was injured when he was young and had a cold leg. The birthday noodles are specially made for you. The Bazhen noodles are made of eight ingredients. Different kinds of fresh fish are taken from the meat and mixed together. But old man, you have a serious leg problem, and fresh fish is not suitable. The eight kinds of herbs that promote blood circulation and dehumidification, such as the sky and asarum, are soaked in water and made with traditional clear soup."

"You said these medicinal materials, I have used them in the past, and I don't think they have any effect."

Mr. Xue frowned and said.

Dr. Xin, who treated his leg disease, is a master of traditional Chinese medicine in China. Acupuncture and moxibustion are known as the best. With conditioning, his body has improved a lot, but the effect of leg disease is not great.

He even thought that this leg would be like this for the rest of his life.

But today's bowl of noodles made him feel a rare comfort.

He couldn't help feeling hopeful.

"The old man has been doing acupuncture for several years!"

Song Weitang asked with a smile.

To hold a banquet, in addition to making the dishes at the banquet satisfactory to everyone, it is more important to understand the taste of the host family.

She learned a lot about Mr. Xue from Xue Mingyang.

I learned that Mr. Xue has been doing acupuncture and moxibustion for several years.

But the effect is not great.

That's why she makes such Bazhen noodles.

"Yes."

Mr. Xue nodded in confusion, not quite understanding the relationship between them.

"The acupuncture for the old man is a master. His acupuncture technique is very good. Although the old man thinks that the effect has not been great in recent years, it is because the doctor used a gentle method. The acupuncture points on your legs have actually penetrated, but it is not good. A little bit of heat and strength, the noodle soup I made with medicine, is the last bit of strength to push."