"Master Hou, let's do this. Can Mr. Yan bite it?"
In the courtyard of the Xiao Mansion's back kitchen, the fat cook asked Xiao Han in embarrassment, holding up a big bone that had been shaved off with only a thin layer of flesh left.
At this moment, Xiao Han was leaning comfortably on the lounge chair under the grape trellis, crunching the freshly fried green beans. When he heard the fat cook's question, he rolled his eyes dissatisfied: "You will do it if I ask you to do it."
, so much nonsense? Haven’t you heard that the most delicious meat is meat? I’m asking the old man...ahem...the old man to eat something good! What the hell do you know?"
"I don't understand, you keep saying the same thing..." As expected, he was scolded. The fat cook, with a resentful look on his face, turned around and walked towards the kitchen with the bones, but accidentally bumped into him on the way.
to an apprentice.
At this moment, the fat cook's anger suddenly found an outlet, and he ran towards this blind apprentice: "You don't have eyes to walk? Why don't you roll over and cook the bones?"
"Master, I am a vegetable chopper..." The poor apprentice covered his buttocks and cried pitifully, but after receiving a fierce glare from the fat cook, he immediately shut up.
The master is so great! These days, there are not many people who dare to bully the master and destroy the ancestors like Hou Junji!
Things in the kitchen now belong to the fat cook, and Xiao Han no longer cares about them. This is something that makes Butler Lu more gratified. Whose prince always wears an apron and walks around the pot when he has nothing to do?
Of course, Xiao Han no longer cooks easily, not because of any aristocratic rules, but because of one word, laziness!
You know, he was forced to cook in the first place.
The food cooked by others is not to my liking, and I don’t want to treat my stomach badly, so I have no choice but to cook it myself.
Now, the fat chef and the others have been trained, and the food he cooks tastes better than his own. In this case, the fool does it himself!
"Hey, don't be too anxious. The old gentleman is old and has a bad stomach. He can't be hungry so quickly. What kind of soup is that? Just make it and put it aside to cool down."
"Uh...okay."
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Slowly, the moon reached the zenith.
Xiao Han, who hid in the back kitchen yard, was finally brought to the restaurant by the ears of the insufferable Old Man Hua!
As a result, when the old man saw the "cold dishes" on the table, his nose almost became angry.
Stir-fried crispy lamb bones, large bones with salt and pepper, beef jerky, rice crackers, and the only soup with a layer of oil floating on top that was so thick that it was almost solidifying!
Are these things definitely for entertaining guests, especially Yan Zhitui? They are not just necessary to chase away bad guests?
"Hahaha, Master Yan, as you know, I have been running around on the grassland for more than half a year, and the food I eat is a bit rough. Today I specially invited a few gentlemen to experience the food of the grassland with me."
After finally getting rid of Old Man Hua's big hand, Xiao Han didn't seem to see the killing look in his eyes. He laughed and sprinkled a pinch of salt and pepper on a big bone, and then picked it up from a basin-sized plate.
The other bone rubbed against each other, and was finally handed to Yan Zitui diligently.
"Please taste it, elders!" Xiao Han smiled proudly.
When Yan Zhitui saw this, he was not angry. He took the bone in his hand, squinted his eyes, and said with a hint of memory: "Boy, how did you know that I loved chewing this kind of bone when I was young?"
"Nonsense, how could I possibly know?!"
Xiao Han rolled his eyes when he heard this and cursed in his heart, but still had a silly smile on his face: "Hey, maybe the boy looks a lot like the old gentleman."
"Hey, it's a pity." Yan Zhitui did not comment on Xiao Han's words.
Putting the bone under his nose and smelling it, he put it down reluctantly. Yan Zhitui looked up at Xiao Han and said with a smile: "It is said that getting stronger with age, but if you really get old, these hardest teeth will become stronger.
He was the first one to leave me, but this tongue has been soft all his life, and he still refuses to leave me. Boy, do you think it's strange?"
"Strange...weird." Xiao Han was a little frightened by Yan Zitui's bright eyes, and could only laugh sarcastically.
But the more he smiled, the more embarrassed he felt, because among the three people present, except for Yan Zhitui who was still smiling, Old Man Hua and Sun Simiao both had livid faces. Their expressions looked like they wanted to be slapped to death.
I am average!
"Ahem, the old gentleman may not be used to eating these things, but it doesn't matter, I also specially asked them to cook other dishes! It's just that these bastards are too slow, and they haven't served the dishes yet. No, I have to urge them.
Urgent!"
After a few awkward laughs, under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, Xiao Han's laughter became smaller and smaller. In the end, he felt guilty, stood up on the chair, and ran out quickly.
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"Quick, quick, quick! Tofu box! Make it quickly! Who is that? Have the eggs been steamed? And what are you doing? Hurry up and make fish! What kind of fish? Idiot, of course it is the yellow croaker sent from Haizhou
!If you do other things, can he bite him?"
In a moment, Xiao Mansion’s back kitchen was in a state of panic!
The apprentices of the fat cook were jumping up and down like they were being chased by Xiao Han's dogs, chopping vegetables and lighting fires, and the sound of pots and pans was endless! Even the fat cook was sweating profusely and didn't even have time to wipe himself.
"Master Hou! Didn't you say you're not in a hurry? And these dishes are all cooked slowly over a slow fire, so there's no rush!"
The tofu had just been stewed here, and the fish was cooked in another pot. Before the fat cook could take a breath, Xiao Han urged him to cook porridge again.
This fat cook is busy with a bitter look on his face. How can this be cooking? When he was fighting in the army, he was not in such a hurry!
"Nonsense! Hurry up! Also, if you dare to drop the lard on your head into the pot, I will stew you tomorrow!" In the kitchen, Xiao Han cursed angrily. Looking at that look, he just wanted to
Roll up your sleeves and go into battle yourself!
To be too old to die is to be a thief, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that!
Just now, he said that he likes to chew hard bones, and he said a sentence that made his teeth fall out, but his tongue is still there!
Isn’t it clear that this means: “The one who finds trouble will die quickly, but the one who obeys will live longer?”
Of course, if this was said to another person, Xiao Han could totally think of him as farting, but Yan Zhitui, hey, forget it.
"If I had known that the old guy who had been around for seven dynasties was not easy to mess with, why would I still be fooled by lard? Why would I provoke him?!"
After gritting his teeth and swearing, he turned around and saw a guy hunched over, trying to light a fire in a weird posture. Xiao Han was immediately furious and rushed over, almost kicking him into the stove.
"What time has it been? I still have something to worry about and do acrobatics! Hurry up and light the fire!"
"Woo hoo... Mr. Hou, I'm not doing acrobatics. I was kicked by the master just now. My back really hurts and I can't squat down..."
I'm sorry, my friend. I really had a splitting headache last night. I wanted to sleep for a while and get up before writing, but I couldn't open my eyes when I closed them. Hey, I'm sorry. I wish you all the best in 2022 and the New Year.
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This chapter has been completed!