Before the hot dishes were served, Yang Jun had almost finished eating.
"belch!"
Yang Jun stroked his bloated belly with a satisfied look on his face.
"Brothers, you eat slowly, I'll be back."
"Excuse me, the snacks haven't been served yet."
When the two of them saw Yang Jun getting up, they immediately became anxious and quickly pushed him down on his seat.
"Brother Junzi, please be patient. Desserts will be served soon."
Just as Guo Guozheng finished speaking, he turned around and shouted into the yard.
"Sister Wang, let's serve the after-dinner snacks."
"Don't bother, I'll eat everything..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a group of warblers and swallows coming from outside.
Yang Jun was stunned.
I immediately understood what ‘dessert’ meant.
Most of these women are in their twenties, with charming looks. They are all wearing cheongsam, exposing all the places that should be exposed, and the places that are not exposed are also bulging with clothes.
Yang Jun did not expect that after eating here for more than an hour, he did not realize that he was surrounded by people.
Seeing how powerful they all were, Yang Jun swallowed his saliva and quickly turned his head to the side.
"Brother Junzi, what do you think? Let's pick one."
Zhong Yuemin moved his chair and sat next to Yang Jun. He put his arms around his shoulders and looked at the Yingying Yanyan standing in a row with a smile.
"Pick your sister."
Yang Jun shouted angrily: "Did you bring the medicinal wine?"
Zhong Yuemin wasn't angry either, he smiled and patted his bulging trouser pocket.
"Can I not bring it for important occasions?"
Yang Jun took his arm off his shoulder and sat back.
"You two, don't do this to me. I have to go to work tomorrow. Go back to bed."
It's okay to eat, but if you do anything else, Yang Jun won't agree even to death.
He has seen this kind of wooing method that is common in later generations.
He wasn't sure whether these two guys would set a trap for him. If they got the handle, they would have to rely on him in the future.
What's more, as long as he does this, it is estimated that everyone in the military compound will know about it in a few days. By then, the leader will not kill him?
"There is a room in the east wing. If you get drunk, you can just rest here." Wang Guozheng said with a smile.
Yang Jun crossed his arms and just looked at these two guys blankly.
He made up his mind that no matter how they tried to persuade him, he would never do anything to disgrace Yi Qiushui.
"Brother Junzi, pick one."
Zhong Yuemin tugged on his sleeves and said.
"Pick one?"
"Pick one."
The two of them were overjoyed when they heard this and said in unison.
"Okay, you can't deny your brother's face, right?"
Yang Jun looked at the group of young ladies in front of him with a smile, then shook his head and said,
"The person I want to pick is not here."
"not here?"
It's impossible. They knew exactly how many people were in their yard. Everyone was here, but Yang Jun actually said they weren't here.
Where is that person?
The two of them lowered their heads in thought, and seemed to suddenly think of something. They both laughed, tilted their heads, and shouted outside at the same time,
"Sister Wang, please come in."
When Yang Jun heard this, he almost fell down.
No matter how strong your taste is, you won't be so hungry that you can't choose what to eat.
Although Sister Wang was wearing makeup, he could still see her true age. She was probably not far from fifty, and she was obese, weighing at least two hundred pounds.
"Okay, you two, stop fussing."
Yang Jun quickly pulled them and said: "The person I want to choose is not her, I am talking about your cook."
"Can you lend me your cook for a day? I want him to cook me a decent banquet."
"No problem. I'll ask Lao Zhao to go to your house tomorrow."
The two seemed disappointed with Yang Jun's choice of cook.
However, seeing that Yang Jun had no intention of doing so, it was not easy to force him to stay.
Then, the two sent him out.
Yang Jun heard a voice of resentment coming from behind him and immediately left as if running away.
…
Early the next morning.
Yang Jun asked Ma Juzi to take Yi Qiushui to work, while he stayed at home and waited for Lao Zhao to come.
Lao Zhao is the cook last night.
After Yi Qiushui left, Yang Jun drove Yang Laosi to the opposite courtyard to study.
Then, he immediately took out a lot of ingredients from the space, including chicken, fish, meat, eggs, melons, fruits, peaches, various vegetables, and side dishes.
After finally meeting a state banquet chef, I had to catch a young man to replace the pig food in the space.
After getting the ingredients, Yang Jun sat alone in the yard smoking and drinking tea. He also took the time to go to the next yard to see how Yang Laosi was studying, chatted a few words with Teacher Gao, and then went back.
As soon as I went out, I found an old man in his seventies standing at the door of his house.
He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, blue pants, and sandals.
Although he is so old, he is not as slovenly as other old men. His hair is neatly combed and his beard has been trimmed.
Seeing that he was carrying a wooden box in his hand, Yang Jun immediately guessed who he was.
"Are you Master Zhao?"
Yang Jun greeted him warmly and shook hands with him.
Master Zhao looked at Yang Jun, smiled and stretched out his right hand.
"If you don't dare, just call me Lao Zhao."
"Okay, Master Zhao, please come in."
Yang Jun pushed the door open and helped him carry the wooden box.
When he came to the yard, Yang Jun did not lead him directly to the kitchen, but to the stone table.
I poured a cup of tea that had already been brewed.
"Master Zhao, please."
Master Zhao was not polite and picked up the tea cup with a smile.
He didn't drink it directly, but put it under his nose and smelled it.
“Great tea!”
He is indeed a cook.
If anyone has the most sensitive nose in the world, besides dogs, it’s the cook.
A good cook must have a good nose and tongue. If the sense of smell and taste are not good, he is destined to not make any achievements in cooking.
"Master Zhao, I wonder what cuisine you are best at?"
Sitting bored, Yang Jun simply started chatting.
"Haha, I don't have any cuisine that I'm good at. I can cook some dishes from all major cuisines."
Lao Zhao sipped his tea with a smile on his face.
After just a few words, Yang Jun could tell that this old Zhao had a very peaceful mind, as if he were sitting in the courtyard with the clouds rolling and relaxing.
He knew that this old Zhao must have seen through everything in this world, otherwise he would not be able to reach this state of not being happy with things and not feeling sad with himself.
Yang Jun instantly felt a sense of respect.
The realm that he had not been able to reach in his two lifetimes was actually discovered in Lao Zhao today. Why not let him be amazed.
Yang Jun smiled, knowing that what Lao Zhao said was modest.
According to my own understanding, if I know a little bit of any cuisine, it means I am good at all cuisines.
A person whose cooking skills have reached his level is no longer limited to cuisines. If you have to say which cuisine his cooking belongs to, I can only tell you that he belongs to Lao Zhao's cuisine.
For a chef of his level, if he touches the kitchen knife and shakes the spoon, that's not called cooking, that's called creative cooking.
Some people like spicy food, and some people like sweet food.
Some people like it simple and refreshing, while others like it stewed in a big pot.
How do you differentiate between foods that are not strictly divided into cuisines?
In fact, there is no need to add so many rules and regulations, as long as the food is delicious, it doesn't matter what cuisine it belongs to.
"Master Zhao, you are an expert."
Yang Jun praised him heartily.
Lao Zhao smiled. He could see that Yang Jun did understand the meaning of what he just said, and he also knew that what he said at this moment was from the bottom of his heart.
"Young man, you're not bad either."
Yang Jun was stunned and didn't know where Lao Zhao started.
However, he soon understood.
Just because he didn't stay overnight in that courtyard last night, this old Zhao felt that he was a person with great concentration.
Yang Jun shook his head, blushed and lowered his head without speaking.
He couldn't afford such praise. If he hadn't considered the pros and cons clearly last night, he might have sunk as well.
"I've drank the tea and rested my feet. Let's take a look at the ingredients first."
"Okay, Master Zhao, please come this way."
Yang Jun stood up and led the way.
Master Zhao came to the kitchen and looked at the ingredients on the floor. He picked them up with his hands, then looked at the seasonings, nodded and said,
"The ingredients are quite complete. Do you have any requirements for cooking?"
"There is no requirement, Master Zhao can do whatever he wants."
Yang Jun didn't dare to talk nonsense. This old Zhao was an expert. In front of him, he felt like he was reading his mind.
What's more, for a chef of his level, all the requirements will limit his ability to display his cooking skills. It is better to just let nature take its course.
"Well, okay, I will never let you down."
Lao Zhao smiled and seemed to appreciate Yang Jun's actions very much.
Afterwards, Lao Zhao started to deal with the ingredients, and Yang Jun moved a bench to sit there and help him choose the dishes.
I found out from the chat.
This old Zhao is a retired first-class chef of the State Guesthouse.
He began to learn cooking at the age of thirteen and started working as a chef at the age of twenty-five. During this period, he cooked for many dignitaries. He also had a very rich experience, with many twists and turns, and finally worked in the State Guesthouse until his retirement.
After Lao Zhao ordered Yang Jun to choose the dishes, he opened the wooden box he brought and took out the special kitchen utensils.
Those kitchen utensils seemed ordinary to Yang Jun, but he knew that those things in the box had been with him for decades and had long become a part of his body. If he suddenly changed to other kitchen utensils, he would really
Not used to it.
It is common for chefs of his level to bring their own knives.
Today, he realized it.
What is the difference between Silly Zhu and Lao Zhao?
At Shazhu's place, cooking is cooking, but at Lao Zhao's place, cooking is being a human being, and what he cooks is human nature.
The two of them have been busy processing ingredients all morning.
At noon, Lao Zhao made two random dishes to eat, and after finishing the meal, he prepared to stir-fry.
After eating the food cooked by Lao Zhao, Yang Jun had more expectations in his heart.
After finishing the meal, Lao Zhao started to cook.
He did not stir-fry the vegetables directly, but put old hens, old ducks, ribs, ham, scallops and other raw materials into a pot to stew. In his words, if the food is to be flavorful, it must first have a good pot of soup.
Then he started another pot.
Stew meat ingredients such as pork, chicken, beef, and mutton separately.
While stewing the meat, he has been handling the ingredients.
It wasn't until four o'clock in the afternoon that the ingredients that should be prepared in advance were ready.
Yang Jun has never cooked before, but he saw it today. He didn't expect how troublesome it is to cook a meal. He has been busy since ten o'clock in the morning and has just finished the preparation work.
He couldn't imagine that the meal he had last night took so long. Lao Zhao must have been busy all day to prepare such a banquet.
At this time, he discovered that it is not easy to be a cook, and it is even more difficult to be a good cook.
"Master Zhao, there is something you don't know whether to talk about or not?"
Yang Jun leaned against the door, looking embarrassed.
"Do you want me to cook for you in the future?"
Lao Zhao asked with a smile while simmering the soup.
Yang Jun was stunned, but he didn't expect Lao Zhao to guess what he was going to say.
He knew that this old Zhao was an expert, but he didn't expect to see through his inner thoughts long ago.
"Yes, Master Zhao, I want you to cook for me. What do you think?"
Lao Zhao smiled and said, "I'm sorry, young man, I can't promise you this."
"Why? I can pay you three times your salary."
"It's not a question of more money or less money."
Seeing his confusion, Lao Zhao explained: "I have promised to cook for you, so I can't break my promise."
Yang Jun thought for a moment and said, "If I can convince the people over there, are you willing to come over and help me?"
Yang Jun thought that the reason why Lao Zhao was unwilling to come over might be because he didn't want to be a person who broke his promise. If he could convince Guozheng to give up Lao Zhao to him, then Lao Zhao would not be able to break his promise.
Believe it.
"That won't work. I would have retired a long time ago, if it weren't for my son..."
When Lao Zhao said this, he sighed and said, "If your friend hadn't fished my son out, I wouldn't have agreed to cook for him for three years."
"I just want to live a few quiet days."
When Yang Jun heard this, he immediately understood.
If Lao Zhao had not repaid his kindness, he would never have agreed to cook for Guozheng for three years.
