"In the past, let's not go too far, just three years ago, guests had to bring their own food when they came to dinner." In the kitchen, Chen Nian listened to Xue Xiangshun telling stories about the past while picking vegetables with him.

"At that time, when people came to eat, they had to cut the yellow beef, make oil, make wine, and buy oil, rice, seeds, and peanuts... Some guests always played tricks and used less oil, so the taste would be much worse.

, Tofu will have a better flavor if it has more oil... So, making tofu is the same as being a human being. If something is missing, the taste will be wrong~"

Chen Nian just listened to it without missing a word.

This principle is almost the same as what he heard Lao Chen say when he was a child.

"As a person, you can be short of money, you can be short of chickens and eggs, but you can't be short of vision."

Compared with Master Xue, he may be a little more straightforward, but he is also rough-spoken.

For the next two months, every day of the aging process was the same.

I got up early and went shopping with Master Xue, and gradually became a tycoon in the morning market. Everyone knew that Chen Mapo came to the restaurant and was always nice to talk to. But whoever wants to bully him for being young, wants to sell him a few cents more.

Don't even think about it, but even so, when Chen Nian and Xue Xiangshun went to the vegetable market, everyone began to habitually greet Comrade Xiao Chen first instead of Master Xue.

When the business opens at noon, Xue Xiangshun is basically only responsible for cooking and plating vegetables.

As for chopping vegetables, garnishing dishes and other preparations before cooking, Chen is responsible for it.

The tofu has been cut for two months, and it has been aged to the point where I can skillfully cut the tofu into cubes of basically the same size. Although it has not reached the level of Master Xue, it is completely sufficient for cooking.

But except Chen Nian himself, no one knows how he got through these two months.

In two months, Chen Nian ate more than 70 kilograms of tofu just for late-night snacks. Eventually, I couldn't eat it anymore, so I mixed it with some seasonings from the kitchen to give the tofu a bit of flavor.

Otherwise, if I eat more than a pound of tofu every night for two months, I won’t be able to withstand it even if the gods come.

In the past two months, Chen Nian found that there was often a middle-aged man in his thirties wearing a white shirt and well-tailored black soft material pants coming to the store. He wore glasses and looked very elegant.

Look, I look behind the kitchen from time to time.

Although he orders all kinds of dishes, according to old observation, the one he orders most is Mapo Tofu.

Sometimes he doesn't leave after eating. He sits in the shop when there are not many people, and waits outside when there are many people. When there are no more customers, Master Xue will go out and reminisce with the person.

Later I found out that this was a journalist named Che Hu who was well-known in Chengdu and had many works.

One time, Chen Nian was washing dishes in the kitchen while listening to the radio playing outside, "Every street and alley, in everyone's mouth, the first words they say when they meet are congratulations, congratulations..."

"

As I listened, I was suddenly called out.

Master Xue called Chen Nian to his side and introduced himself as his apprentice to the reporter: "My apprentice is a very willing guy. He comes from a good background. He will probably be able to replace me in a few years."

At the end, he joked, and it was obvious that the two of them were very familiar with each other.

Chen Nian saw this and said quickly: "Master, my ability is not enough now and my level is limited. I am just a primary school student learning to cook. I have a lot to learn from you in the future."

Reporter Che couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he saw Chen Nian's appearance: "Not bad, what's your name?"

"Aged, aged vinegar."

"Hahaha, such a young man called me by a name my age." Reporter Che looked at Chen Nian's slightly childish face and couldn't help but find it quite interesting.

Chen Nian couldn't help but blush when he heard this. Who would have thought that after traveling through time, he would become five or six years younger.

From a handsome boy in his twenties to a handsome boy of eighteen.

Afterwards, the landlady also finished settling the bill for the last customer and came over to chat together.

They said that Chen Nian's hard work was seen by Xue Xiangshun and the landlady, and they discovered that Chen Nian was actually a cultural person!

Although it has been liberated, there are still not many educated people.

Considering this era and his old life background, everyone estimates that he was self-taught.

But this is also very remarkable.

Not long after, Chen Nian went back to clean up the kitchen, while reporter Che looked at Chen Nian's back thoughtfully.

After closing for the night, Xue Xiangshun wiped the kitchen knife and said casually: "Do you want to go to school? Reporter Che said he can arrange a school for you, and you can become an intellectual in the future."

But what he didn't expect was that Chen Nian didn't think about it at all and refused: "Master, I still want to learn to cook."

"Why?"

"Because I like this better."

"Then let me ask if I can study with him and learn cooking from me at the same time?"

"No need, Master. Actually...I know everything that was taught in school. I have taught myself foreign languages, literature, mathematics, etc."

Xue Xiangshun naturally didn't believe it, but then Chen Nian spoke a few words in English.

Although these things were jarring to the ears, Xue Xiangshun's intuition told him that it was not like his disciple was talking nonsense.

"Are you really good at this?"

In the end, Xue Xiangshun didn't say anything. No wonder he progressed so quickly. He had learned all these cultural things by the time he was ten years old. He could even learn a foreign language, let alone cook.

"But since you know these things, why..."

"Master, I like the feeling of being in the kitchen. There are many things I want to learn, but my life is only so long. I'm afraid I don't have enough time..."

This is Chen Nian's true thought. He doesn't know if being here is a dream, and he doesn't know how long he can stay here.

Maybe one year, maybe three years.

He doesn't want to use this time to change the world like other time-travelers or peers with golden fingers, and use the gap between time and information to make himself great in this era.

Chen Nian just wants to learn how to cook.

As mentioned before, Chen Nian knows his own strengths. The plots of those humorous novels are actually very deep and he cannot control them.

In a blink of an eye, it was already the end of 1950.

Since October, news of the war has continued to come from the radio.

However, the business of Chen Mapo Restaurant has not been affected much. The same thing that has not changed as the restaurant business is Master Xue's clothes.

Oil-waxed blue cloth clothes and straw sandals with threaded ears.

It's just that the inside of the clothes is much thicker.

At noon this day

"On the twenty-nine days, the Volunteer Army drove the enemy to the south of the 38th Parallel, not only completely smashing the "Christmas Offensive" launched by the "United Nations Army", but also pushing the battle line from the Qingchuan River to the 38th Parallel and regaining the 38th Parallel.

North of the line..."

It's still the voice of the man with the excited broadcasting accent.

Even though he already knew this period of history, Chen Nian couldn't help but clenched his fists in the kitchen with excitement when he heard this.
Chapter completed!