The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

The Jianghu Restaurant in Hecheng was bustling with activity, and the queue area was filled with diners waiting for seats. These diners were all in high spirits, and whether they were standing or sitting, they all had their backs straight and their pens held high, looking very impressive, as if they were not here to eat, but to attend a martial arts conference.

Most of them were dressed in ordinary clothes, but some were wearing strange clothes, such as Taoist robes, monk's robes, or short-sleeved Chinese clothing, as if they had just slipped out of a theatre troupe.

The announcement "Please dine at table No. ***" kept coming from the radio, so those who were wearing Taoist robes, monk's clothes, or theatrical costumes, either in groups of three or five, or one or two side by side, followed the waiter into the restaurant and sat down obediently.

This is the daily routine of Jianghu Hotel. It is lively like this almost every day, from morning to night.

The strange thing is that although there are many people, the restaurant is never noisy. People eating are quiet, no one urges people to drink, and no one makes loud noises. People at the table speak in low voices for fear of disturbing the people around them.

The food in the restaurant was obviously rich and delicious, satisfying the tastes of most diners, and no diners ever complained about the food and drinks. While they were feasting, they always glanced at the front door and the back door out of the corner of their eyes, as if they were expecting something.

Suddenly, a clear voice called out, "It's time to serve the whole cow. Please welcome Master Yang!"

The pretty waitress lifted the curtain at the back door and a fat man walked out.

All the diners stood up and bowed to the fat man:

"Hello, Master Yang!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Yang!"

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This fat man is Yang Huaile, the head chef of Jianghu Hotel, who was also Xiao Yang, the side dish maker who helped Chef Rong in the kitchen of the small Qinmin Hotel.

Back then, Xiao Yang was young and thin, with long slender arms and bulging fascia on his hands. Master Rong thought that he was a good material for practicing with the knife, so Master Rong kept him by his side and started him practicing his knife skills by starting with cutting vegetables. He was considered Master Rong's senior apprentice.

Ever since Master Rong revived the Rong family in the capital, Xiao Yang naturally became the eldest senior brother of the Rong family.

Xiao Yang's current status has changed, and his appearance has also changed. He has changed from a skinny guy to a fat guy, and he is about to catch up with Boss Wang. The fascia on his hands has also been covered by smooth skin, and he looks plump and wealthy.

Yang Huaile had a smile on his face, and he walked out while bowing to everyone. Looking at his cheerful smile and fat body, he looked like another Boss Wang.

"Hey, hello! Hello! Hello everyone!"

Yang Huaile walked to the center of the restaurant.

There was an open space there.

At this time, the gate opened and two strong young men came in pushing a cart with a cow lying on it.

The cart was pushed to the open space in the middle, Yang Huaile stood in front of the cart, and the two guys pushing the cart moved aside and stood beside Yang Huaile, one on the left and one on the right, like guardians.

Old customers all know that this is the annual New Year's banquet. Chef Yang will personally slaughter and cook the cow on the spot and make a whole cow banquet for everyone to taste. This is a rare treat for the taste buds and an even more rare feast for the eyes.

Yang Huai Le took out a knife from his waist slowly. The knife looked like an ordinary kitchen knife, with a black blade and only the edge was dazzlingly white.

Everyone held their breath and stared at Yang Huaile's hand.

Yang Huaile always had a cheerful smile on his face. He didn't make any fancy movements with the knife in his hand. He just lightly stroked the cow, again and again, as if he was indicating where to start.

Then he put the knife away.

The old customers have already focused their attention on the beef, while the new customers who came here because of its reputation are still confused and are muttering in their hearts that this legendary master chef is just so-so.

Suddenly, with a loud crash, a complete cow fell apart, just like a building block that the children had worked so hard to build had a piece pulled out from the bottom, and the whole thing collapsed.

The meat is meat, the bones are bones, piece by piece, one by one, just spread out on the cart, big and small, formed into a pile, but you can still see that it is a cow, and you know which part of the cow each piece of meat and each bone belongs to.

boom!

The applause was thunderous.

The new customers opened their mouths wide, stunned, and just numbly followed the old customers in clapping.

At this time, Yang Huaile stretched out his hand and lifted up his sleeves. His entire arm turned red, like a branding iron, especially his palm, which was bright and shiny, and the air was steaming and distorted.

He placed his left palm towards the cart and gently slapped the edge of the cart with his right hand, and all the meat on the cart jumped up.

"Here comes the ingredients!" Master Yang called out.

Several waiters came over carrying many boxes and bottles of condiments and lined them up on the side.

Yang Huaile did not move his left hand, and the beef that jumped up rolled in the air, as if floating up and down in invisible boiling water, and just couldn't fall down.

He grabbed the air with his right hand and waved it again. The condiments in the bottles and jars flew up and poured into the beef like quicksand.

The fragrance immediately spread.

"Wow! It smells so good!" People couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

As the seasonings were added, Master Yang's right hand was freed up, and together with his left hand, they started stir-frying. The beef on the cart began to roll up and down at a faster speed. It seemed chaotic, but in fact, with the change of heat, each beef had its own position and method.

What’s particularly magical is that the condiments are not completely mixed together, but are arranged in sparse and dense patterns, spicy on the left and numbing on the right, salty on the top and light on the bottom, each one different.

The aroma becomes stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, Yang Huaile shouted, "Get on the plate!"

A dozen waiters came out holding trays and stood in a row. Each tray contained a plate of different sizes.

Yang Huaile circled and released his hands, and beef of varying sizes flew out and landed on different plates. Each plate was just the right size, with large plates for large pieces of meat and small plates for small pieces of meat, perfectly fitting.

Yang Huaile finished his exercise, exhaled a breath of hot air, and said with a smile: "The ox is ripe, this year is the beginning of a bull market, I wish everyone a prosperous year!"

"it is good!"

Everyone shouted "good" and the applause broke out like thunder again.

The waiters brought plates of food to each table. Everyone happily tasted Chef Yang's masterpiece and kept expressing their admiration.

Just when everyone was having fun, there was a sudden crisp sound and a feather arrow hit the cart in the middle.

"There's an assassin!" someone screamed.

People put down their chopsticks and looked at the cart.

Looking closely, it was not a feather arrow, but a branch with a plum blossom blooming on it.

The plum blossoms are gorgeous and bright red like blood.

Such beautiful flowers are rarely seen even in Meishan, Jinling in December, let alone in this hot room. They look more fake, but they are clearly full of life, as if they were really stained with blood.

Some Jianghu people who recognized this plum blossom shouted, "Jianghu Order! Here comes a plum blossom!"