Author: Ji Shuo

Stab.

The heat is rising and the white mist is curling up.

The fish in the white porcelain plate had its head and tail wagging vividly. Under the stimulation of the hot oil, the fish's skin suddenly tightened, its scales flew out, and the fish's body and tail moved, as if it was about to jump out of the plate!

Mingdai, who was staring intently, was startled for a moment and tilted her head back reflexively.

Almost at the same moment, He Mu stood up and crossed the dining table, stretched out his big palm in front of Ming Dai's face, and protected her firmly.

Mingdai's two hands immediately grasped his big palm, and she looked at the fish still lying on the plate with lingering fear. She found that it did not jump up, and finally realized what a stupid thing she had done.

Mingdai remained silent, slightly embarrassed, and let go of her hands, raising her hands to straighten her hair.

He Mu, on the other hand, patted her head calmly, reassured her that it was okay, and glanced at Mr. Sun.

Mr. Sun: "...please show some basic respect to me as a chef."

He Mu thought for a moment: "Well, it's very artistic."

Mr. Sun almost couldn't hold it back and rolled his eyes in front of his disciple behind him.

"Okay, eat quickly so as not to miss the best opportunity to eat."

Fortunately, Mr. Sun had no intention of delving further into this issue, and Mingdai's embarrassing symptoms were relieved. She quickly picked up the chopsticks and reached out to the fish on the plate. Her original intention was to break the slightly stagnant atmosphere, but when the fish with chopsticks was put into her mouth

There are no more unnecessary thoughts in my mind!

Fresh! Tender! Smooth!

Mingdai even felt that what she was eating was not fish, but tofu. The small pieces of fish melted in her mouth as soon as she took a sip, and fell all the way down her esophagus, warming her stomach with the ultimate umami flavor, allowing her to feel the food.

The pure joy it brings.

Under He Mu's guidance, Ming Dai has tasted many amazing delicacies, but today's fish dish still opened up her awareness of the delicious taste of fish, and the thought couldn't help but arise in her heart -

It turns out fish can do this!

It’s like a door to a new world has opened!

The delicious food really makes people feel happy. After taking two bites, Mingdai couldn't help but smile, and even her hair was jumping with pleasure factors.

When He Mu met, a gentle smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he looked at Ming Dai tenderly, as if he was full without eating.

Mr. Sun on the side, who wanted to wait to hear their comments, couldn't help but feel sour when he saw this.

If his wife hadn't passed away many years ago...

"I'll go check out the kitchen."

I dropped a sentence in a hurry, and with a sour heart in my hand, I temporarily left the scene.

Now that Mr. Sun has left, the others will not be so disdainful as to stay and be light bulbs.

In a blink of an eye, only Mingdai and Mu were left in the room. Their atmosphere was so harmonious that they seemed to be no one else, and now they no longer had any scruples.

"Is it tasty?"

“Great, great!”

Ming Dai was not stingy with her praises, she wished she could collect all the kind words and send them to Mr. Sun!

Huh? Where is Mr. Sun?

He Mu: "Actually, Mr. Sun asked me for my opinion several times during the process of making this recipe. His earliest source of inspiration was a dish using the endangered Jiangxian as an ingredient..."

A few words attracted Ming Dai's attention, and she soon had no time to care about Mr. Sun's presence or absence, and began to listen carefully to He Mu's story.

As expected of a part-time food writer, even the few sentences he narrated were particularly vivid.

Good stories can add flavor to food, and Mingdai suddenly felt more happy eating.

It's a pity that the subsequent dishes were not as good as the first fish dish.

Even though Mingdai's tongue is not as sharp as gourmets like He Mu, she can still detect obvious differences between several dishes.

He Mu: "It's normal. This fish dish must have been filled with Mr. Sun's lifelong efforts. As for the other dishes, Mr. Sun obviously lacked energy, and some of the processes were done by his disciples and disciples."

As they said that, the two of them looked at Mr. Sun who was standing in the courtyard, scolding his disciples and grandsons for his mistakes. His disciples and grandsons were quite obedient, and it could be seen from their demeanor and movements that they had real respect and trust for Sun Laoshi, rather than

Surface acting.

You can imagine how tall Mr. Sun is in their hearts. Also, Mr. Sun's superb cooking skills are worthy of all admiration. This is true for anyone who stands at the top of the industry.

Even though he is old now, the value of his existence will not be erased.

Ming Dai's energy swayed slightly, and she thought of herself.

"What are you thinking about?"

He Mu noticed Ming Dai's distraction.

Mingdai smiled brightly: "I just admire Mr. Sun very much, and I hope I can become such a person."

He Mu suddenly said: "There is no great man. You know you will become a great man when you are born."

Mingdai squinted her eyes and smiled, suddenly feeling that her life was infinite and her future was highly anticipated.

“Eat vegetables, eat vegetables!”

This table full of delicious food cannot be wasted!

The two of them were eating intimately, but Mr. Sun didn't let anyone disturb them at will.

He reciprocated the favor and wrote a review for Mr. Sun after the meal.

Chefs and gourmets have always made each other successful, and it is often those who are in charge who are fascinated by the onlookers.

After reading what He Mu wrote, Mingdai could only wonder why she didn't taste it.

Mr. Sun looked thoughtful.

"What about the fish?"

"It's perfect." He Mu looked at Mr. Sun, "Congratulations to Mr. Sun, for creating another famous dish."

A chef's lifelong wish is probably to leave his own unique recipes in the gourmet world and make them famous all over the world and passed down from generation to generation.

Mr. Sun has already cooked two recipes, and today's fish dish is the third one. It still makes him smile happily, and he feels proudly that his sword is not old yet.

"By the way, I promise your article will be published within next month."

Mr. Sun never forgot to remind him: "I need you to write it yourself!"

He Mu remained silent and looked at Mr. Sun quietly, making him feel guilty.

"I'm not doubting your character..."

He Mu didn't plan to argue too much with Mr. Sun.

The sky was dark outside and it was drizzling.

The waiter in the store specially brought an umbrella. He Mu raised his hand to open the umbrella and turned sideways towards Mingdai:

"Dede, let's go."

He was tall and erect, holding a black umbrella in his well-jointed hands. In the night, he looked like a lonely pine tree that would not be disturbed by wind and rain.

Only when she looked at Ming Dai, her eyebrows were lowered, and there was a tenderness that needed no words.

Mingdai sped up, trotted over, and bumped into his side wetly.

"Yeah, let's go!"

Saying goodbye to Mr. Sun, the figures of the two of them, who were so close to each other because the umbrella was too small, gradually drifted away, disappearing into the gentle night, like a wonderful dream...

"Why didn't you bring a bigger umbrella? I see that Mr. He's left shoulder is wet."

Among the people looking behind me, there was a person who didn't understand the style and said something silly.

The waiter delivering the umbrella: "What do you know!"

As he said this, he exchanged glances with the little sister beside him and smiled tacitly.

...I hit it!

Mr. Sun slowly scanned the people in the store.

"You should know what not to say, right? Don't destroy our sign."
Chapter completed!