Cooking

Brand new white uniform, with a golden name tag on the left chest, neatly trimmed hair combed back from the hairline, covered in the same white hat, revealing a smooth forehead, Li Xiangrong looked at himself in the mirror, looking more handsome than usual With a childish face, he couldn't help sighing.

"Arong! You can't hide here and be lazy~" The bathroom door was pushed open, and the young man in uniform smiled and shook his hand at him, "Hurry up, don't be lazy."

"I'm washing my hands, how can I be lazy," Li Xiangrong put his hands soaked in hand sanitizer under the faucet, and whispered, "Ah Dong, you are the one, why are you here again after going to the toilet just now?"

"I'm here to look for you," a young man named A Dong came over and put his hand under the adjacent water pipe, "Senior Brother He is calling you."

"Why... what did I do wrong again?" Li Xiangrong's eyes widened immediately, and he turned sideways with his hands full of water, and all the water droplets splashed on A Dong's face.

"Yeah, what are you doing!" A Dong angrily turned off the water for him, and wiped his face with a piece of tissue, "Who knows, just take it as a newcomer's trial!" After finishing speaking, he said proudly Pat him on the shoulder, and imprint a wet handprint very bluntly.

"Understood...Senior Ah Dong!" Li Xiangrong cried unwillingly, "I'm going out."

He carefully pressed his shoulders with a tissue, then looked in the mirror to make sure that there was no hair protruding from the hat, and the wet marks on his clothes were no longer obvious, before he hurried out of the bright bathroom.

It has been a month since I came to Bu's official restaurant. I ran into my high school classmate Bu Langni in Manshu Yuan. After seeing Li Xiangrong's knife skills, Bu Langni immediately invited him to work in Bu's house.Being able to work in a restaurant that has been famous for hundreds of years in the catering industry is like winning the lottery. Li Xiangrong immediately went home to report to his mother, grandparents. Except for his mother who was a little worried, the elderly felt very honored.

Because of the accidental death of his father, the mother who started to believe in Buddhism was worried that Li Xiangrong would have to commit the crime of killing if he worked in a restaurant outside, but the child's life is still so long, so he has to make more progress in his future life.

The ancestors of the Bu family were re-elected high-ranking officials in the late Qing Dynasty. Their families were rich and elegant, and they were keen to entertain celebrities from all over the world. All kinds of secret recipes of imperial meals collected in the palace can also be touched. The luxury and beauty of the Bu family's family banquet is well-known in the capital.

Later, in the early days of the Republic of China, the Bu family left the political circle and was not good at doing business. They gradually became distressed. At that time, the mistress and his wife came out to host banquets to supplement the family income. Soon to reappear.

Stretching to this day, despite the ups and downs in the world, Bujia Cuisine is still standing tall, and it still represents the highest standard of Chinese banquets.

What an honor to be able to work in Bu's kitchen!

But at the same time, how difficult it is...

It takes three days to make an appointment to prepare a banquet at the Bu family, and people who line up often have to wait two or three months before their turn. Up to three sessions will be held at the same time, reservations for less than four people will not be accepted, and the business hours will be from 15:5 pm to 11:[-] pm.

For example, a formal banquet of about ten people needs at least six cold dishes, eight hot dishes, one soup dish, one dessert or sweet soup, two kinds of sweet and salty snacks, four kinds of dried fruit snacks, four kinds of fruit plates containing fresh fruits, A stomach-friendly Pu'er tea or Tieguanyin would be complete.

Besides the desserts, the entire kitchen of the Bu family has other sources, and there are only master chef Lu Yong, brother He Zhishan who is the foreman and cooks hot dishes, brother Tao Xingming who specializes in cold dishes, brother Feng Yifan who is good at seasoning soup, Anton, who works as an assistant and handyman, and one or two extra dishwashers, plus Li Xiangrong, who just arrived, followed Adong to help, so there was not a single extra person...

What a brutal workload...

Of course, receiving more than 30 people at the same time at the same time is a very special period such as major festivals. The usual number of guests is about 10-20, but it is necessary to prepare enough rich and delicious food to entertain these gluttonous people who come here especially for many people. I still hold the idea of ​​"just eat the bad Bujia dishes so that I can complain about it", and I must ensure that every dish scores more than 100 points. I have to say that it is a severe test all the time.

And it was because the Bu family had never made a mistake, this time it was so bad.

"Today there is only a family dinner for 6 people, it's really bleak," the man dressed in a white chef's robe like a famous brand dress stood in front of the window, frowning, looking at the courtyard in early spring.

Although there are not many people in the Bu family's kitchen, the place is very spacious. It not only has the latest kitchen equipment, but also retains the most traditional facilities. There is enough space for an earthen stove for burning firewood and a wooden house for smoking cured meat.

"Zhishan, young people, don't be so pessimistic." Standing beside him was an older man who patted him on the back with a smile. You should change your workaholic personality a little bit."

"Master," the man turned his head and looked helplessly at the old man with a laid-back expression. His slightly thinner face was well-defined. If he pursed his mouth tightly, he would look colder.

"Oh, that kid is here," the old man waved sideways, "Arong, come here sooner."

"Hello, Master Lu!" Li Xiangrong quickly bowed deeply, looking at He Zhishan who was staring at him with a little hesitation in his eyes, and his voice was a little softer, "Senior Brother He, are you looking for me?"

"Well," He Zhishan nodded coldly, "I just went to the cutting room to check, and I have something to ask you."

Li Xiangrong lamented in his heart. The mistakes detected by He Zhishan in the past month were as high as a mountain. He was not familiar with the ingredients of various dishes on the menu, improperly selected cold cuts and accessories, insufficiently prepared tableware, and received menus. I can't organize time, and my actions are not standard when cleaning the kitchen. In short, there are a lot of problems.

But as a newcomer, it is only through tempering that you can grow. How can you become a proficient immediately by memorizing the 30-page management manual.

In fact, there are only two things about Li Xiangrong that He Zhishan can't accept the most.

As a chef, it is not too much to use your favorite knife to cook any material, as long as it is clean and well done, but you can use a meat-cleaning knife that looks like an antique to slice tofu and cut radishes. What's the deal with fruit carving pumpkins?A full set of cutting knives made of top-grade craft steel is for display, right?You, a bastard who came in through your relationship, is just showing off and playing with your personality!

Well, you can do all those things with a knife, so I don't see it, but a kitchen handyman is determined not to kill any living things. When others cut up fish and kill chickens, you still chanting , Laziness and stealing the truth?

Of course, He Zhishan had already reported these situations to Chef Lu, the old man chuckled, "As long as he is serious about his work, it will be fine."

"What's the matter, Senior Brother He," Li Xiangrong asked dejectedly, "Today's dishes are all ready."

What is there to prepare for only six people? I used to prepare dishes for 30 people... He Zhishan twitched his mouth and muttered something in his heart, staring at Li Xiangrong sternly, "I saw that the tomatoes are all cut? Tomatoes contain VC and The iron itself is very high, and it will start to oxidize as soon as it comes into contact with the air. Even if it’s just a cold cut and no guests eat it, the iron smell will come out. You cut it with your iron knife, right? "

It’s not that you have to work if you don’t have too many things to do. Who told you to cut vegetables too fast, and feel embarrassed to see others busy, and cut the vegetables that should have been cut 5 minutes before the meal?

"Well, it's my fault, I must pay attention next time," Li Xiangrong ignored the answer in his mind, bowed his head and apologized without a word of rebuttal.

Why bother to distinguish things that can be solved with just bowing your head?

—You useless boy!

Regardless of the echo in his head, Li Xiangrong said quickly, "I'll wash the fresh tomatoes right away and cut them before serving."

"Well," He Zhishan nodded, it was boring to bow his head so quickly, but his face was still dark, "Master Lu wants to see your kitchen knife."

"Huh?" Li Xiangrong looked at the old man who had been smiling and silent in surprise, "Master? I'll get it right away."

"Let's go there together," the chef grandfather said with a smile, "The freshest and good things are in the cutting room."

"Arong, although Lonnie told me that you are very good at knives, but," the old man deliberately draws out his tone, "what we need in the Bu family is not just good at a certain kind of kung fu, but whether they have all-round skills. Everyone here needs to master a variety of skills, and how far you can practice in a short period of time is the combination of your talent and hard work."

"Let me see, in the past month, whether you have improved or regressed according to what Billoni said." Master Lu turned his head and looked at him deeply, with doubts and expectations in his wise eyes. "I haven't paid much attention to your performance before, so you can treat today as a random spot check."

Temporary spot check... There was a black line on He Zhishan's forehead. Sure enough, even the calmest master was so irritated.

The Bu family was fined heavily and criticized in a circular because the Department of Health temporarily checked turbot fish and crabs containing nitrofuran metabolites that may cause cancer in the human body, and was even ordered to suspend business for a month. The most humiliating scandal in its 100-year history.

There was an uproar when the incident was reported. Some said that something had happened to the Bu family’s food, some said that the Bu family had gone into decline, and some said that the agricultural department was not supervising it well—it was a fish feed problem, and the Bu family was purely Unlucky, but compared to other restaurants with the same situation that were spot-checked, Bu's is undoubtedly on the cusp, the restaurant that received the heaviest punishment and received the most attention.

It is similar to the main kitchen where all walls and floors are covered with clean white tiles and stainless steel workbenches are installed, but the air conditioner in the cut-off room is kept below 18 degrees Celsius, and the appliances mainly made of glass and stainless steel and the entrance of the entire wall The cold storage room makes people who enter it suddenly feel a burst of chill.

Various food materials are stored in different temperature zones in the cold room. Master Lu looked at it through the glass door and said to Li Xiangrong, "Then let's start with knife skills. You can make a cold dish in 10 minutes. The topic is Well..." He squinted at He Zhishan with a cold face, "Just use your senior brother's name to make a play, and choose the materials yourself, no less than five kinds."

He Zhishan glanced at the master angrily. If the dishes cooked by this boy were vulgar, wouldn't his name be affected? He coughed lightly and said, "Xiao Li, let's start, I'm going to count the time." After finishing, press the chronograph that is ready for each area.

This, this starts?

Li Xiangrong was taken aback. The digital screen had been mercilessly skipping away for several seconds before he let out a low cry and hurriedly opened the glass door of the refrigerator to get the materials in a hurry.

He Zhishan, He Zhishan, how to do it?

Master!Master!Don't sleep!Come out for me! ! !

Li Xiangrong screamed in his heart, while quickly scanning the various materials lined up on the shelves, five kinds, shapes, cold dishes, 10 minutes...

This is a temporary spot check?

But if you pass it, you will be kicked out of Bu's house, right? ?

Master!Master chef!Quickly manifest it!

Master Lu and Senior Brother He looked at the chronograph calmly. Nearly a minute had passed, but Li Xiangrong was still shaking his head and did not take out any materials in his hands.

He Zhishan... River River River... Mountain Mountain Mountain...

Li Xiangrong's heart was beating like a drum, but the god in his mind, who was always at ease, had no intention of showing his head.

What to do, what to do, what to do...

——Choose materials quickly, why are you in a daze.

A cold voice sounded in the back of his mind, and Li Xiangrong suddenly went limp.

Master, you are here! !Help me figure out how to do it! !

——Think to yourself, this is your exam.

The voice said leisurely - your time is running out.

Li Xiangrong only felt that his eyes were sour, and he secretly glanced at the timer, and sure enough, another minute passed mercilessly.

What kind of master is this? It's a royal chef, a heroic spirit, and...

——If you have time to nag, you might as well do it quickly.

The voice said with a relaxed smile——Strict teachers produce outstanding apprentices, so be on the lookout~

After all, he was never seen again.

Ahhhhh!

Li Xiangrong gritted his teeth and moved his hands quickly, took out green radishes, sweet potatoes, and celery from the shelf, took out his usual meat-cleaning knife, wiped the blade with a clean kitchen catty, and took a few round sweet potato slices with his left hand, light pink Folding them together, he flipped the kitchen knife over and chopped off with the thick part of the knife spine. Soon a small pile of smoky pink powder appeared on the chopping board. The water content of the sweet potato was not much, and the silky starch felt rusty to the touch. Feel.

Li Xiangrong took out a large flat-bottomed porcelain plate, picked up a pinch of sweet potato powder and smoothed it with his fingers, and painted the bottom of the plate in a few strokes, gradually transitioning from pink to lavender, which looked very gorgeous.

The corner of He Zhishan's lips twitched slightly, what does the color of such a woman have to do with his name!

Li Xiangrong kept his hands on, and the green radish was dexterously turning in his left hand. In a short while, the light blue blocks of different shapes were cut, and they were piled up on most of the plate from the left side to the middle, forming an artistic conception of scattered mountains and rocks.

"Well, it's interesting," Master Lu nodded slightly, and the corner of his eyes caught the impatient handsome face of the eldest disciple.

Once the mountain is done, let’s make it a river.

Looking at the timer again, there are still 4 minutes. It is very simple to use celery twigs to make aquatic plants. Li Xiangrong picked a few vegetable leaves, and quickly twisted and pulled the short and thin branches around his fingers to make a curved shape. Put it on the bottom of the plate to garnish a few times.

But the way the river flows is very difficult to make.

less than 3 minutes...

Eyes stared, a fresh and tender cucumber fell off the green clothes while the wrist was flying, the left hand grabbed the cucumber skin whole, and the right hand held a knife to cut it off, the shoulders drooped in a relaxed posture, from the right elbow to the wrist like bees flying continuously Vibration, in an instant, a pile of green filaments appeared in the left hand.Li Xiangrong decisively removed the freshly placed celery from the plate, and made waves from the thin slices cut from the cucumber skin.

In the last minute, an eggplant contributed a section of dark purple skin, cut it with a few knives, and formed a small raft floating on the water.

In 20 seconds, one material is still missing——

Li Xiangrong picked up a lime with his hand, slightly sliced ​​the tip of the knife, and swirled the lemon peel off the root. With a light swipe of the knife, the round slice instantly became a large semicircle, and was quickly pasted on the upper right side of the plate. His fingers were dipped in salt water Stir in a bowl and sprinkle.

With a beep, it's time.

The smoky background presented on the plate is mixed with soft pink and purple, a deep blue semicircle is suspended in the west, and the blue-gray rocks are covered with mist of water, and a purple boat with leaves is swaying in the rippling green water.

Cold fight - the mountain of the river, complete.

Brother He pursed the corners of his lips dissatisfied, waiting for Master to speak.

"Night scene," Master Lu said, "the moon is nice."

Li Xiangrong admired the task he completed in a hurry, and was a little proud. He didn't expect that he was really an exam-oriented talent, and he performed well, haha.

——Is it really good?

Hell, no, the voice that was supposed to be a ghost beat him sinisterly.

——It’s not bad, he smiled foolishly and nodded.

"The background made of sweet potatoes is not bad." Master Lu said after staring at it for a while.

Then pinch then pinch?Mountain is not bad, right?The river water is also good, right?The boat is not bad, right?

He Zhishan caught a glimpse of Li Xiangrong's expression of "Praise me! Praise me", and snorted coldly, "It's okay to abandon the celery."

"Arong," the teacher looked at him with a kind smile, "I heard that you graduated from high school?"

"Yes?" Li Xiangrong looked at him suspiciously, "What's wrong?" What does this have to do with cold dishes?

"Oh……"

"Your high school Chinese scores are definitely not good!" He Zhishan looked at the puzzled faces of Master Qingran and the silly boy from left to right, and could only explain clearly, "With my name, you can only make rivers and mountains and rocks, and the distant artistic conception has not been extended. Not to mention, the materials used are mediocre, the knife technique is simple, and the color matching does not conform to natural common sense..."

When he said a word, Li Xiangrong's face turned pale, and the blood had faded from his excitedly flushed face just now.

"Well," the master smacked his lips and came to a conclusion, "it's okay for knife skills, Ah Rong, read more when you have time, and go to museums and art galleries."

ha?

Li Xiangrong immediately slumped his deliberately straight body, completely losing his vitality like a puppy whose owner doesn't love him.

Are you going to leave Bu's house like this?

It's only been a month, the first exam, and...

Sure enough, I have no talent, even if I can get here by luck and connections, I will be beaten back to my original shape immediately...

——Boy, don't be pessimistic.

Ignore him, hate him, brag about how powerful he is as an imperial chef, usually pretend to point out his knife skills, but pretend to be deaf and dumb at critical moments, which is useless at all!

—Oh, stupid boy, don't you see that old man laughing?

Laughing is also mocking me for not being able to control myself, okay? What qualifications does a person like me have to cook in Bu's house?

——Uh, if you don't look at the old man's words, at least pay attention, outside the door.

outside the door?

Li Xiangrong raised his head abruptly, his eyes looked outside the transparent cut-off room door.

Ah Dong was winking at himself.

Next to A Dong, who was staring straight into his eyes—Burney.

A dark gray suit, a formal attire with a white shirt and a silver-blue striped tie, naturally curvy brown hair, bright emerald eyes, looking at himself, with smile lines on the corners of elegant lips.

"Lonnie, why are you here?" He Zhishan greeted the Shaodong family sideways, blocking Li Xiangrong's gaze from him.

"The banquet tonight is for Uncle Zhong's family. I want to come and accompany you." Buroni walked into the cutting room. The originally spacious space was squeezed into a few tall men, and suddenly it was a little crowded.

Buroni looked at Li Xiangrong's work on the stage, and smiled at Master Lu, "Master, you're using Brother He's name to make a proposition again."

again?This shows that it is not the first time someone has done "He Zhishan".Li Xiangrong tilted his head thinking, wondering how other people did it?

"Lonnie, the ready-made questions are easy to use, and your brother won't care about copyright fees with me," Chef Lu said with a smile, "What do you think of this?"

"The background color is natural, and the color is relatively fresh. The moon is, uh, a bit rough," Buroni said casually, "It's a pass, it should be fine, right?"

Can you pass?Does Buroni think he should pass this exam?Li Xiangrong couldn't help holding his breath, his eyes locked on him with fiery eyes.

"Compared to Lonnie's works, it's a bit worse," said the person whose name usage rights were ignored, "Of course, this is a matter of personal aesthetic quality and artistic accomplishment."

It turns out that Bu Langni has also cooked this dish, and that's right, as a Bu family member, he must have a very high standard. As for aesthetic art and so on, how can he be a high school graduate who sells stewed meat? compared to?

What's the shame in losing to Buroni?

He Zhishan noticed Li Xiangrong's relaxed expression and snorted coldly again.

Bu Langni took a step closer to Li Xiangrong. The well-developed young master with Europa genes was at least half a head taller than the young apprentice. Looking down like this, it was very intimidating...

"A Rong, you did a good job." The young master of the Bu family smiled slightly, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "Come down and make some hot dishes?"

He dragged the young man who was a little sluggish because of the "good" just now, and walked out the door, and said in a cheerful tone, "Master, Uncle Zhong has invited a very important guest tonight~ Dad said he must treat him well. "

"Well, Wei Shao called me." Although Bu Wei, the owner of the Bu family, is nearly fifty years old, Chef Lu Yong, who has been working in the Bu family since he was a teenager, has always called "Wei Shao" according to the habit of his youth. ".

Bu Langni was touched for a while, the Bu family can stand at the top of the catering industry, thanks to Master Lu as the pillar, Lu Yong studied under the previous generation of Bu family's mistress, and has supported the development of the Bu family cuisine. For more than 20 years.

Because my father didn't like inheriting the family business before, when he was young, he was prone to food allergies and even suffered from anorexia. He resolutely refused to learn the family skills and went to France to study art. It was also in that beautiful country that he met in a cake shop. working mother...

If it weren't for Master Lu's power, the Bu family dishes would have ended when grandma passed away, before Bu Langni was born.

Master Lu helped Dad guard the Bu family, so who can help me continue to guard the Bu family in the future?

Buroni smiled, and dragged Li Xiangrong, who hadn't come back to life, to the big kitchen.

6. Fanwai 1 kitchen knife...

The author has something to say: Originally, this episode was intended to be thrown out when it reached about 6/7 words, but since Chapter 5 began to add the role of the spirit body in Arong's mind, it is better to explain the reason first. The plot related to Xu Ji will be more important later.

Uncle Xu Ji's Story

kitchen knife

Li Xiangrong and Xu Ji met because of the kitchen knife.

It was a night before he came to Manshuyuan for a month, the moon was full like water, and the pilgrims who came to worship during the day were gone, and there was only gray and black smoke in the huge temple.

The [-]th day of the lunar calendar is the day when the monastery conducts soul-saving. Li Xiangrong does not care about these daily activities. Although he lives in the monastery, it is in the dormitory specially provided for apprentices and other temporary workers, and there is also a residence for Zen masters and laymen. Very far away, there is nothing to chat with those solemn monks on weekdays.

The Zen masters still have homework at night, and the sound of chanting sutras is low and coiled in the air, creating a very solemn and respectful atmosphere, and for a half-grown child, this atmosphere is akin to fear.

In particular, Li Xiangrong knew that his mother had bought blessing lamps for his dead father in the hall, and the intuition that he felt that his father still existed as soon as he stepped into the hall made him afraid.

But the moon was so beautiful that night, and the light blue brilliance fell in the dark night like weeping. When you stretch out your hand, it seems that you can touch some kind of lingering and attachment, making your whole body and mind fall into a little drunk.

Li Xiangrong just looked up at the moon and walked slowly, holding a very simple cloth bag with the kitchen knife in his hand. Take it out, although the knife is an important relic of my father, it is just a worthless daily necessities, and I will not worry that others will take it away in the kitchen.

He took the kitchen knife and walked dazedly to the backyard that he seldom visited on weekdays.

In his impression, it was a dark and gloomy house, which seemed to be closed with something terrible, and seemed to hide some amazing secrets. He once jokingly asked his seniors if there was really such a thing as the Demon Town Hall, and everyone Said the imagination is too rich.

But tonight, a soft light flashed in the supposedly dark and terrifying backyard.

From the gap between the closing doors of the west side hall, one can see a bright lamp lit in front of the stacked tablets. It is a thumb-thick wick soaked in a whole vat of sesame oil, which burns gorgeous golden red.

Solemn, solemn, and sad at the same time.

It was an atmosphere of nostalgia.

Li Xiangrong remembered that this should be the Patriarch Hall. This morning all the masters of the temple came to worship and offer incense to the Patriarch, so the opposite hall is the Jialan Hall.

There is also a faint light flashing on the east side, but there is no obvious light source, maybe it is the reflection or the moonlight, and the shadow of the palace gate is faintly flashing in the blue air.

Some voice is calling him.

Not through the ears, not through the eyes, but throbbing in the bottom of my heart.

Li Xiangrong pushed the door of the east hall as if he was drunk, and the door slid open without a sound. The darkness surrounded him softly, and there was an ice-blue shadow at the edge of his vision.

He watched the cloth bag move a few times with dreamy eyes, the zipper was unzipped, and the kitchen knife wrapped in silk struggled to reflect a dark blue halo, trembling in a low and rapid manner.

The light of the knife became brighter and brighter, and finally burst out with the sharpness of Xinxue. There was a faint red mark on the half-foot-long blade, like a streak of blood condensed in the white jade.

The voice sighed softly.

"How did you come?"

"Me? Who?"

The chill that he hadn't noticed before rose up, and the shivering feeling of the night's cold water climbed up the skin of his whole body. Li Xiangrong shivered. It's breathtakingly beautiful.

"How do you have my knife?" Was that voice asking itself?Li Xiangrong thought slowly, and nodded slowly.

"Hold the knife and let me see you."

Li Xiangrong obeyed the order involuntarily, and stretched out his right hand to hold the handle of the knife.

The icy cold air quickly spread from the palm of his hand to his whole body. At that moment, Li Xiangrong's eyes met the other pair of eyes.

The pupils that were so dark that there was no fluctuation stared at him, making him as stiff as a stone statue.

Is this a dream or a supernatural event?Li Xiangrong felt that his brain had become a mess, but he felt that he was being seen inside and out in a trance, and his body was about to be crushed by unknown pressure.

"Afraid?"

With those eyes blinking slowly, deep double eyelids, thick eyebrows, straight nose bridge, and wide mouth, an aggressive man's appearance faintly emerges in the air, and the pale golden brilliance sprinkles from above, like Covered with a layer of shiny grit.

The thick neck, broad shoulders, muscular arms, and long legs were all displayed in front of him like scrolls that were opened bit by bit.

Like Aladdin's lamp god, he was tall and strong, frowning and looking down at him, trying to see who the person who woke him up was, his gaze was full of indifference.

"You, what are you..." Li Xiangrong's teeth chattered with great fear, and he felt that he could pass out at any time.

"The knife in your hand is mine," the man grinned, as if to smile.

Li Xiangrong's hands trembled so much that he could hardly grasp the handle of the knife, but he tried hard to retract his wrist without hesitation.

"This is the knife my father left me."——I must protect it, he said silently in his heart, no matter what the other party is, it cannot be taken away.

"Don't be afraid," the man seemed to be aware of the depression he caused, "This is Manshuyuan, and I'm not a bad guy." After saying that, he patted his chest in embarrassment.

Only then did Li Xiangrong remember that he was still in the monastery, it couldn't be...the souls of the dead who hadn't been saved...

The man immediately understood what he was thinking, and said with a wry smile, "All the rituals are done, those 'things' have left early."

"I've lived in this Garan Palace for a long time, so I can be regarded as a Dharma protector."

"There's my tablet inside, do you want to see it?" Maybe he wanted to make up for the horror of his appearance, the man smiled and made a suggestion, although this suggestion sounded more terrifying.

Li Xiangrong held the kitchen knife across his chest, unable to say anything.

The man spread his hands helplessly, only then did Li Xiangrong notice that the man was wearing what seemed to be a very neat uniform with a stand-up collar, and the cuffs of his white shirt were still exposed on his wrists.

"Forget it, you can look at it during the day," the man muttered, "You can still see my knife...then I can leave here..."

what?

Li Xiangrong's heart was shocked suddenly, the image of the man disappeared, but a gap was forcibly cut open in his mind, and he intuitively understood that some kind of spiritual thing had come in.

He rolled his eyes and fell straight to the ground.

Later, Li Xiangrong accepted the fact that a spirit body lived in his head. He said his name was Xu Ji and he died in 1910 AD.

He is a royal cook.

The imperial chefs of the Qing Dynasty were all born in their families. The chefs sent their children to the imperial dining room for training and training, and then eliminated some after a few years. It was difficult for private chefs to enter the palace unless they had the opportunity to be specially appreciated by the emperor. Yes, and the best way out for the descendants of the imperial chefs is still the imperial chefs.

Xu Ji worked in the palace as a backup imperial cook when he was young, until he had the opportunity to study abroad and went to France when he was 16 years old.

Xu Ji, who returned to China four years later, did not become an imperial cook, but became a revolutionary party.

Like a large group of young people who have opened their eyes, they are full of passion to change this decadent country. They can't stop the fall of the motherland by going to the letter, reforming the law, and making a constitution. They can only fight with their backs.

The dynasty must be destroyed, and the people are the protagonists of history. They want to kill the royal family who are unwilling to give up their power, thinking that is the only way out.

Xu Ji, who was supposed to be cooking delicious food with a kitchen knife in his hand, was covered with blood, and was finally ordered to assassinate a prince who ruled the world. He happened to have known that prince since childhood.

The assassination failed and he was killed by Shizi.

A few years later, his comrades founded a new nation and wrote his name in the Book of Heroes.

Many years later, someone set up a memorial tablet for him in the monastery, and for some unknown reason, his spiritual consciousness wandered around the monastery.

He has experienced countless transcendences, but he has never walked towards that white light.

Li Xiangrong realized that these messages were flowing freely in his mind. Xu Ji told his own experience. Of course, many places were vague. Knife, entering Li Xiangrong's body definitely does not mean any harm, but it is beneficial.

"Although I haven't cooked for more than a hundred years, I am a real royal chef after all. If you want to be a chef, I can teach you."

The royal chef 100 years ago!Thinking about it makes my feet weak.

Li Xiangrong, who was so ordinary that he couldn't be more ordinary, did not expect to encounter such an extraordinary thing, and seemed to have no choice but to accept it.

But don't let anyone know about it...

This is a secret that can change yourself.

Anyway, he was doing odd jobs in the kitchen, so Xu Ji only taught him how to practice knife skills.

Arm strength, waist strength, eyesight, concentration, accuracy, proficiency, patience, perseverance, and carefulness all need to be cultivated and trained, not only for cooking, but for everything.

6.

Li Xiangrong, standing in front of the gas stove, looked at the examiners in bewilderment.

"I really haven't learned how to cook hot dishes..." The voice was small, and the eyes only dared to look at the ground timidly.

Brother He said coldly, "Didn't you go to the cooking school? You also stayed in Manshuyuan for half a year, and you can't fry any dishes?"

"I only learned how to chop vegetables, and," Li Xiangrong bit his lip, "I don't know how to kill chickens, chop fish, chop crabs, marinate shrimps." It's all said and done.

Mother, it is impossible for a chef who does not kill to survive in the kitchen!Li Xiangrong cried out from the bottom of his heart wanting to cry without tears, but he, who has always been filial, never thought that he would disobey his mother's request. Since his father passed away, Li Xiangrong has not even killed a mosquito.

Brother He's expression became even more ugly, "If you can only slice and shred, I might as well spend 200 yuan to buy a cooking machine! Now it's not a test of your seasoning skills, you have to know how to cook the vegetables!"

Master Lu noncommittally inspected the carts neatly placed with the ingredients for the dinner, and it will take about half an hour for the host to start work.

Li Xiangrong cast his eyes on Buroni for help, and when he received the innocent request, the young master of the host family sighed softly, "Arong, I don't ask you to make any big dishes, any home-cooked dishes are fine, tomato eggs, shredded potatoes and so on Will it?"

"Lonnie!" Brother He immediately cast a disapproving look.

"Brother," Buroni said with a smile, "give him a chance."

"A banquet is a banquet, and homework is homework.