The president makes me cook every day

Liu Hailong stood up from the sofa. He looked at Fang Minghao and didn't know what to say for a while.He still had a grudge in his heart, and it was embarrassing to meet him immediately, and he only hated Yu Xiaorong for running away when he shouldn't have run away.

Fang Minghao seemed to have forgotten what happened yesterday.

Liu Hailong was embarrassed and noncommittal, and his eyes still unconsciously glanced at the unfinished apple blossom on the table.

Knife skills, that is a knife skill he has never seen before.

"It's been a long time." Fang Minghao noticed his eyes, and scratched his head shyly: "Practice your hands."

"Where's that kid?" Fang Minghao searched for Yu Xiaorong's figure, and then quickly locked on to the kitchen: "Hey, don't steal it!" He said and hurried into the kitchen.

Liu Hailong sneered in his heart. In his eyes, Fang Minghao just pretended to be an invisible coward, showing off his knife skills fiercely, and then gave himself a blow.

When Fang Minghao rushed into the kitchen, Yu Xiaorong couldn't bear the temptation anymore, and lifted the lid of the saucepan.The aroma of broth, accompanied by water vapor, hit the face all at once.

He has never smelled such a mellow broth, as if all the essence of the meat has been extracted, making people move their index fingers just by smelling it.

Yu Xiaorong was so attracted by the fragrance that he almost forgot what he was doing with Liu Hailong.

Fang Minghao came over and slapped Yu Xiaorong's hand: "It's not heal yet."

The pot was still bubbling and bubbling, the ham sank to the bottom of the pot, and the large pieces of minced chicken rose and fell with the boiling soup.When Yu Xiaorong lifted the lid of the pot, it seemed that a magic box had been opened, and the kitchen was filled with a charming aroma, which made Liu Hailong who was standing at the door couldn't help stretching his head to wait and see.

"What did Master Fang add to the soup, why does it smell so good?"

"Just ham and chicken." Fang Minghao looked down at his watch, then took half a bowl of clear water, splashed the water for the last time, and the scum overflowed. He passed the long spoon over the surface of the soup, and the soup instantly revealed its yellowish color. Blossoming oil flowers bloom on the noodle soup.

On the cooking table are green vegetables and tofu, which have been washed and prepared, and placed neatly on the floor.

Yu Xiaorong watched it for a long time before he came to his senses bit by bit. The emotions he had hidden for a long time slowly unfolded. He found that Fang Minghao was cooking, and this is what he looks like cooking with his own hands!

They were all ordinary actions, ordering water to filter the soup, and Fang Minghao was still wearing the old and yellowed vest that he wore every day.It's as if he got up in the morning and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and then strolled to the restaurant to watch the excitement, a little careless and sloppy.

He casually seemed to be doing something that he does every day. Yu Xiaorong watched it for a long time before he dared to ask cautiously: "Master Fang, why did you remember to cook today?"

The more he asked, the lower his voice, as if he was afraid of scaring away this sudden whim.

"Make breakfast." Fang Minghao raised his chin in the direction of the bedroom: "I still had a little fever last night, and the fever just subsided in the morning."

Yu Xiaorong stopped talking, and looked at Fang Minghao with a look full of expectation.

Taking the first step often heralds a beginning, but for some people, one step is one step into the world.

The morning light illuminated the kitchen. A piece of snow-white tofu was placed on the table. Fang Minghao used the most common kitchen knife in the kitchen.

When he was chopping vegetables, Yu Xiaorong could barely see the movements of his hands.It's Vance Tofu!It is Huaiyang cuisine, the most famous knife skill in the legend.

In just a few seconds, the knife was raised and lowered quietly, as if nothing was left, and the sound of the blade colliding with the chopping board was hardly heard, and the tofu on the chopping board was still very square.Fang Minghao gently stroked it with his hand, and the tofu suddenly fell on its side. The thin slices as light as cicada's wings were stacked, and it was still a square shape on the table, without any defect.

Liu Hailong took a breath suddenly, he noticed that the blade was still smooth as if it had never been used, without any stickiness.Steady and fast is the requirement for all Chinese chef's knives, and it is easy to do as thin as a hair.He just couldn't figure out how fast the knife had to be so that it wouldn't damage the tofu.

It's like taking advantage of the food without paying attention, and it has been divided into tens of thousands of segments without making a sound.After finishing the second knife, Fang Minghao changed hands and used the side of the knife to buy the bottom. The tofu cube seemed to have been reduced in dimension, sticking flat to the surface of the knife, still in a standard square shape.

Swipe lightly with your hand, like floating and sinking into the pot, in the clear soup, it disappears in an instant, the filaments are intertwined and intricate, and slowly gather into a bowl of milky white soup.

The slow fire was still slightly warming, and the dish seemed to be unfinished. Fang Minghao took a blanched cabbage, drained it, held it in his palm, and walked around a few times.The shape of the dish did not disperse, and it stood in the bowl with fingers.

There was still half a pot of Shangqing's broth left, Fang Minghao picked it up with one hand, the water column fell so high that it hit the top of the cabbage core.In an instant, like a snow lotus blooming in the bowl, the cabbage that was intact just now will be scattered, and the fragrance of the vegetables will come to the nostrils.

It's boiled cabbage!Famous Sichuan cuisine, seemingly unpretentious, but full of excellent soup making skills.Yu Xiaorong was about to clap his hands and shout, but Fang Minghao's movements didn't stop, he was smooth and flowing.

His already warm Wensi Tofu Soup was poured into the bowl in circles along the edge of the bowl.It is to beat a huge frying pan and pour it into a bowl full of palms. Yu Xiaorong thought that if he made it, he would have to pour out the Wensi tofu soup before pouring it.But Fang Minghao's arm strength was as steady as his left hand and his right hand, and he turned around without splashing a single drop.

Wensi tofu is like a cloud scattered in the clear broth, spreading from the surroundings to the center of the circle, supporting the cabbage flowers in the center of the bowl.Like the white snow lotus rising from the clouds, Yu Xiaorong has never seen such a cooking method.

Neither Huaiyang cuisine nor Sichuan cuisine, neither Wensi tofu nor boiled cabbage, they are naturally combined, just like laying an egg in the noodles.

A serving of cabbage tofu and a bowl of golden wolfberry millet porridge, Fang Minghao put the two small bowls on the tray, and served them with a delicate apple blossom.

Yu Xiaorong's eyes were fixed. He had seen many famous chefs in the video. The complicated knife skills and fine materials used, the more superimposed, the more timid and uncontrollable.He has never wanted to cook that kind of dish, because it doesn't feel like food, and eating it is like destroying a work of art instead of satisfying himself.

But Fang Minghao's dishes are different, probably because he is too easy and relaxed, as if he is undisciplined and can turn stones into gold, and there is no style of cuisine. Watching him cook is a pleasure, and it inadvertently arouses people's hearts yearning for food.

Yu Xiaorong almost forgot that he was a chef who hadn't cooked for more than five years.

Everything happened so naturally, it was hard to tell when it was destined, maybe it was from the moment Yu Xiaorong knocked on the door of Fang Minghao's house, or maybe he was standing in the living room and heard him say that he just wanted to do well. The dishes that ordinary people would eat, or maybe when he stood in the newly opened store and watched the most ordinary chefs busy, and the guests of all kinds returned home full.

In fact, Fang Minghao hadn't felt the feeling of blood circulating in his body for a long time.It's been so long that even he himself has forgotten that feeling, until a certain moment it's a matter of course.

The things in his body and life have been slowly opened up, and when he stepped into the kitchen again, he didn't meet again after a long time, or feel like a lifetime away.On the contrary, it was natural, as if it should be like this.

Yu Xiaorong involuntarily followed the scent, and he didn't eat breakfast, half the morning passed, his stomach was growling.

Fang Minghao was unmoved, he held the tray with one hand, pressed Yu Xiaorong's head and left him outside the bedroom, and then closed the door with a hook on his foot.

In the room, Xiao Fei had already woken up, and he woke up when the first scent of the pot came in through the crack of the door.

He knew what happened, the familiar smell had already told him everything, and there was no need for more words between them.

The prepared breakfast was placed on the bedside, and a little hot air rushed over, tears fell gently, and a kiss was printed on the forehead.

***

In the kitchen, Liu Hailong couldn't help but taste the soup left at the bottom of the pot.One spoonful, two spoonfuls, and the third spoonful have scratched the bottom of the pot.

That day he tasted a taste that he will never forget.

Some things were over in his heart, and there were already results, so he hung up the door of Fang Minghao's house and left.

"Brother Long?" Yu Xiaorong was still lying on the bedroom door and peeping through the crack of the door, only then remembered the matter of Liu Hailong, and hurriedly chased him out.

Downstairs in the unit, he pulled Liu Hailong back: "Don't go, you promised me, don't say nothing!"

Liu Hailong shook his head: "You have a better chef now." He said to Xiaorong: "You have a good eye, you can see right, right from the beginning."

This time I admit it happily, because the gap is too big, as if most people don’t envy the countless billionaires in the news, but they will look at the colleagues around them who have increased their value and salary.

In fact, from the first time he saw Fang Minghao's knife skills and the apple blossoms on the white tray, Liu Hailong knew he had lost.The loss is thorough and clear, and it is difficult to complain.

But everything yesterday was like a joke, and I became the most overconfident clown in the farce.The gap between people in this world is so ridiculous, as if it has already been imprinted in fate.

No matter how hard you work, no matter how unwilling you are, traveling all over the world, studying art for ten years, fighting and fighting, you will never be able to catch up with the ordinary vegetables and tofu in the kitchen of the aristocratic family.

Liu Hailong shook his head, he shook off Xiaorong: "Don't leave me too, I'll just resign and leave."

"Brother Long! Brother Long?" Yu Xiaorong couldn't read his mind, but chased after him persistently.