"Soviet Union?"

"What about claws?"

Chen Nian listened to the strange voice in a daze, but before he could figure out the situation, he heard another voice with a dialect.

"Why are you sleeping in front of a restaurant? Are you begging for food?"

Chen Nian opened his eyes hazily, and then he saw a tall and thin middle-aged man standing in front of him, with a simple face, wearing a blue cloth dress with oil wax and a pair of threaded ears.

Straw sandals looked at him with hesitation in his eyes.

What's more important is that the other person still has a faint aura from the kitchen.

"This is a cook!"

Chen Nian grew up in this kind of environment, so he is very familiar with this feeling in the other person.

Looking at the surrounding environment again, Chen Nian found that he was not at home at all, but just sitting on the ground and leaning against the wall. He seemed to be sleeping just now.

Then he looked up at the sign of the restaurant the man was talking about.

【Chen Mapo Restaurant】

Good guy!

This is too simple and crude!

Naturally, we know the origin and aging of Mapo Tofu.

Is this how that magical cookbook teaches you Mapo Tofu?

[In ancient times, there was Cao Cao who killed people in his dreams, but today there is someone who travels back in time and learns dishes in his dreams]

I just don’t know if I will wake up in the middle. According to old experience, if I wake up and go back to sleep in the middle of a dream, there is a high chance that the dream will not be continued.

Without further ado, he immediately stood up and said with a sincere face: "Master, I am not a beggar, I want to learn to cook!"

"Learn to cook?"

"Yes, that's right, I want to learn Mapo Tofu!"

As a result, when the other party heard this, he immediately became happy: "I wanted to imitate my Xue Xiangshun's signature when I came here. I haven't seen you around. Where did you hear this? Are you from a family background?"

Being from a good family means that someone in the family is a cook.

Chen Nian nodded: "My father is a chef."

"Then you won't learn from him?"

"He hasn't taught me yet."

"How can you not teach your son any craftsmanship? Are you not your biological son?"

Chen Nian: "..."

"My biological son, but he... passed away a few months ago."

After the words fell, Xue Xiangshun's initially puzzled eyes suddenly turned into pity.

Even his tone became much softer: "What about your mother?"

"My mother...is at home."

"Then how do you eat?"

"I... just got here today. I don't have anything to eat. I might be hungry at noon..."

Xue Xiangshun couldn't help but fell silent at this time. After a moment, he took a deep breath with regret and slowly exhaled it, his eyes full of pity.

However, he suffered such a disaster when he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and his family was ruined, leaving only mother and son to depend on each other.

Originally, he had no intention of accepting the old ones. After all, although he worked as a helper at Chen Mapo Restaurant, he was also the boss of the red table here. Anyone who had tasted his craftsmanship would not say anything bad about it, so he would not accept it casually.

He is a disciple, and his age and history are unknown, so he doesn’t know how to follow his footsteps.

But now when I heard about Chen Nian's life experience, I suddenly felt compassion.

He has no heirs, and this child looks so pitiful now. He is still from a sect, so why not...just keep him.

If God rewards food and people are down-to-earth, they will teach you. How much you can learn depends entirely on the individual.

If that doesn't work, you can still make ends meet by working as a handyman here.

"Okay, I'll ask the boss if I can keep you here. What's your name?"

"Aged, aged vinegar."

...

Then Chen Nian became an apprentice at Chen Mapo Restaurant.

After entering the store, Xue Xiangshun told the proprietress here that he had accepted an apprentice. The proprietress had no objection to this. Anyway, it was good to have someone to help, and the apprentice did not cost a few wages. In this era when workers' wages were only fifty yuan,

Twenty yuan a month for an apprentice is quite a lot, and it can make Master Xue more relaxed.

Chen Nian didn't care too much about this. Twenty yuan was probably equivalent to several hundred yuan later.

The main thing is to study, and you may not be able to take the money out anyway.

At this time, he finally remembered Xue Xiangshun.

The reformer of Mapo Tofu and the soul of Chen Mapo Restaurant in the middle period!

The meat in Mapo Tofu was replaced with yellow beef, and Z County Douban, the soul of this dish, was added to it.

It turns out that my dream of this was not without purpose!

I looked at the brand new old-fashioned radio on the counter, and looked at the picture on the wall of a little doll wearing a bellyband and a bare butt, with a calendar to celebrate the third anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and a large-character poster with a slightly rough paper quality in the hands of the proprietress.

The headline on the front page was that the Soviet Union successfully launched its first artificial satellite.

The date reads 1950.

In the 1950s, didn’t that have to be called the Soviet Union?

If I had come a few years earlier, guests would have had to bring their own vegetables and meat when they came to the restaurant!

Entering the kitchen, Xue Xiangshun did not immediately start preparing the ingredients for lunch, but instead watched them age.

"I've only cooked this one dish my whole life. It's not that easy to learn this skill. Aren't you from a family background? Try cutting some tofu?"

"good."

Showing off your skills to the master, Chen Nian will naturally perform at his best.

The sword was radiating with light, as fast as lightning, and the operation was brisk and concise, without any unnecessary movements or sloppiness.

Even if Ximen Chuixue was still alive, he would have to praise his quick sword skills.

Finally, Xue Xiangshun looked at the tofu on the chopping board that was a little uneven and had some tofu residue. He couldn't help taking a breath of cold air and smashed it with his mouth. He frowned and scratched the back of his left hand that had just been bitten last night.

package.

"That's it?"

These two words came out of my mouth, but I thought for a moment that Chen Nian might not have studied systematically before. He might have figured it out by himself. A slap in the face would give him some encouragement, so he added:

"The basic skills are there."

Chen Nian knew what he was good at and was willing to learn, but he didn't give himself a chance in the past.

But now it’s almost lunch time, and Chen Mapo’s restaurant is about to open for business, so Chen Nian helps with some work of washing and picking vegetables.

Even in the 1950s, Chen Mapo Restaurant was still very popular.

There is an endless stream of people coming here to eat at noon. Most of the people who come here know what the signature dish is, but even though they order other dishes, most of the tables still have Mapo Tofu.

During the Republic of China, Zhou Xun actually mentioned it in "Old Records of Furong Hua": There was Chen Mapo outside the north gate, who was good at curing tofu. Many people didn't know its brand name, but Chen Mapo was unknown to everyone.

This is enough to show how famous Chen Mapo’s store is. Although Chen Mapo is gone now, the store is still famous.

I was busy like this until after two o'clock in the afternoon before I had dinner.

Rice + Mapo Tofu.
Chapter completed!