Siheyuan: The beauty Xueru Huizhen, the birds are jealous

Mr. Yang was very happy to see the guests were satisfied with the dishes. However, he also knew nothing about the chef's background and could only ask his son Yang Jianguo.

"Jianguo, which restaurant did you hire this chef from?"

"Dad, this chef is not from a famous restaurant, and he's not even a professional chef. If I hadn't gone through so much trouble, he might not have come."

"Oh? Then tell me, what is so special about him?"

Mr. Yang's curiosity grew stronger, and the diners present also speculated about the chef's origins.

"Jianguo, please don't make us anxious. Let us try the food. Maybe we can figure out something from the taste!"

The guests couldn't wait to taste the dishes.

"This Wensi tofu is absolutely amazing, as thin as a gossamer thread, and has an excellent taste. This chef must have a deep understanding of Huaiyang cuisine!"

"And the fried double crispy dish, the texture and taste are comparable to what I tasted in Tai Fung House!"

"However, I think the most rare dish is the boiled cabbage... It looks like a simple dish, but it is extremely difficult to make. The chef is really a hidden talent to be able to make it so well!"

As the diners tasted the dishes one by one, the atmosphere became more lively.

It also becomes more mysterious, making people want to uncover his true face even more.

The tediousness of the preliminary preparations alone is enough to give people a headache.

However, the taste of this boiled cabbage is comparable to the delicacies I have tasted at the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse! It is worth mentioning that these guests in front of us, no matter how prominent their identities or how rich their experiences, are not comparable to ordinary people.

At this moment, they seemed to have turned into hungry wolves, fiercely plundering the delicacies on the table. It seemed as if they had not had a full meal for many days!

This scene made the brothers Yang Jianguo and Yang Jianjun look at each other and smile a little.

Although they had anticipated such a reaction before inviting Yang Ming to take charge of the restaurant, they still found it quite interesting to witness it all.

In sharp contrast to them, the old birthday boy, Mr. Yang, was sitting next to them. He tasted every dish on the table leisurely and calmly. His calm attitude made everyone present sigh.

He is indeed a veteran leader who has been through many battles and his demeanor remains the same as before.

We were so excited about a dish, but the old leader was so indifferent.

There is an old saying that only those with a calm mind and lofty ambitions can achieve great things. Today I have deeply realized that this saying is true!

However, while everyone was talking about it, after tasting the mapo tofu on the table, Mr. Yang's eyes became moist and he was so excited that he almost shed tears. This is the taste!

Amid the astonishment of the crowd, Grandpa Yang seemed to have found a long-lost treasure. He ignored the other delicacies on the table, pointed at the plate of Mapo Tofu, and said excitedly: "When I was a child, my family's conditions were limited, and it was difficult to enjoy meat during the Chinese New Year. My mother often made this Mapo Tofu for us."

Over the years, I have tried delicious food from all over the world, but I still haven't been able to find that feeling of home. I never thought, I really never thought...

We can actually taste this flavor again in our lifetime! After hearing what Mr. Yang said, everyone suddenly realized.

It turned out that Mr. Yang was not moved by the deliciousness of the dishes, but by the taste of home in them. Even so, everyone became more curious about this chef.

It certainly takes great skill to be able to make such delicious dishes.

But what amazed them even more was that this dish could make Mr. Yang feel like he was back home. This was truly incredible. Jianguo, can we ask the chef to come out now?

Hearing that Mr. Yang used such an honorific title, Yang Jianguo immediately responded, "Dad, please wait a moment, I will go and invite him."

Soon, Yang Ming walked into the yard under the leadership of Yang Jianguo, holding a bowl of steaming noodles in his hand.

When everyone saw Yang Ming, most of them showed surprised expressions, and some even cast puzzled looks at Yang Jianguo.

Although they had guessed that Yang Ming might be the one who prepared this table of dishes, they never expected that this table of delicacies that combined Sichuan cuisine, Shandong cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, Huaiyang cuisine and other local specialties were actually made by him.

When it comes to the art of cooking, Yang Ming is undoubtedly the best. At this moment, facing this table full of delicacies, if they were cooked by Yang Ming, then he would undoubtedly occupy a place in the chef world, like the brightest star in the night sky.

"Master Yang," Mr. Yang asked with an indescribable emotion in his heart, "Can you please tell me the cooking secret of this Mapo Tofu? Its taste is so consistent with my childhood memory."

After hearing this, Yang Ming fell into a brief contemplation. He noticed the touch of emotion in Mr. Yang's eyes, and then slowly said, "Grandpa, the charm of a dish lies not only in its taste, but also in the emotions poured into it by the cook. As long as you put your heart into it, every dish can evoke people's deep attachment to home."

After hearing this, Mr. Yang was enlightened and nodded with a smile: "Perhaps I have been too focused on satisfying my taste buds and neglected the transmission of emotions. However, I still want to thank you for preparing this table of delicious food for us, allowing us to taste the flavor of home." He took the initiative to raise his glass to pay tribute to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming also raised his glass modestly in response. Then, he brought a bowl of carefully made longevity noodles, placed it in front of Mr. Yang, and said respectfully: "Old man, today is your birthday. I know the two brothers Jianguo and Jianjun, and I am honored to be invited. Although I have no gold or silver treasures to give you, but this bowl of longevity noodles made by me, I wish you a long life and good health."

Old Man Yang looked at the longevity noodles in front of him with a smile on his face, and his liking for Yang Ming doubled. He had seen countless people in his life, but it was rare to find a young man like Yang Ming who was both talented and humble.

At this time, Yang Jianguo also discovered his father's appreciation for Yang Ming, so he took the opportunity to introduce him: "Dad, you may not know that Yang Ming is not only an excellent cook, but also the deputy director of our steel rolling mill. He has many skills such as eighth-level engineer, eighth-level fitter, and eighth-level forger. Not long ago, he saved an important customer of the factory with his exquisite nine-needle treatment of yang restoration."

As Yang Jianguo spoke, the guests showed amazement. They realized that Yang Ming, who had achieved such success at such a young age, was not only talented, but also had admirable character.

They proudly displayed the achievements of their family's younger generation, but those achievements seemed to be overshadowed by Yang Ming's outstanding performance.