In the back kitchen, Yu Jian and others were discussing the combination of ingredients and the use of seasonings. The apprentices who followed the master chef all came over, surrounding the three of them.
The strong voice of the big man was mixed with the thin voice of the little girl: "No, no, you made the wrong step, you have to apply oil first..."
Zhou Yuanzhou felt that this scene was a bit fantasy. Looking around, he could only see layers of human walls, not even the master.
besides……
When had there been a girl’s family among the descendants of the Man-Han banquet? Why hadn’t he heard of it?
"Ahem." No one paid any attention to him.
"Cough cough cough!" The little apprentice on the outside turned his head and made a shushing gesture towards him, and continued to listen carefully with his ears raised.
"I'm telling you! Everyone, listen -" Zhou Yuanzhou, who had been ignored several times, finally shouted, shocking everyone and turning their heads to glare at him.
Why are you making such a fuss? Didn’t you see that you are learning lessons from the master?
The grown men glared, and Zhou Yuanzhou couldn't help but calm down his anger, and said in a calm tone: "I'm looking for Master Zhang."
Zhang Hua poked his head and said, "Hey, Mr. Zhou, there are so few customers! Why do you want to come to the kitchen? Didn't you say that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen?"
Zhou Yuanzhou's expression changed, he touched his nose, and then said: "I'm here to invite you to the front hall. My father's guests are very satisfied with the last pastry you made and want to see you."
"Then you have found the wrong person. The chef who makes the lantern cake is... this little girl!" With that, he pushed Yu Jian out of the crowd.
Yu Jian was talking excitedly when someone suddenly noticed that he was also a little angry. He raised his eyes and saw——
Still acquaintances!
Zhou Yuanzhou also felt that this little girl looked indescribably familiar. After thinking for a long time, he pointed at her and screamed: "You are the little girl from the Chinese and Western cooking competition!"
Yes, it's me.
Yu Jian smiled implicitly and nodded to him.
Zhou Yuanzhou had mixed feelings in his heart. Unexpectedly, after going around in circles, he met an acquaintance again. But he didn't believe that a little girl could make something that Li Xuequan praised so much, so he asked suspiciously: "Really?"
You did it?"
Zhang Hua was unhappy: "What? You still don't believe it?"
"No way...it's just this little girl..." Zhou Yuanzhou defended.
When the second child heard this, he got angry. He immediately threw the white cloth in his hand on the table and shouted in a loud voice: "What's wrong with the little girl? I've never seen a girl cook at home?!"
Although this girl Yu Jian is young, she has her own unique opinions on his temper. During the discussion just now, she put forward her own different opinions on several dishes, which made him enlightened.
The Man-Han banquet family has always had a straightforward temperament, and they also cherish talented people very much.
Moreover, an unskilled operator still wants to question these experienced craftsmen.
Scholars can be killed but not humiliated!
As soon as the second child said these words, all the young disciples stood side by side in front of Zhou Yuanzhou with their arms crossed, displeasure on their faces.
Depend on.
There are many people who bully those who are few.
Zhou Yuanzhou complained secretly in his heart, so he had to change his tone and try to please him: "No, no, I don't dare. Then, Chef Yu, can you come with me?"
Yu Jian looked at him silently for several times. Just when he was sweating and almost unable to hold on anymore, he finally nodded: "Okay, let's go."
Zhou Yuanzhou let out a cheerful "Hey", let out a long breath visibly, took Yu Jian and walked away without looking back. His steps were fast, as if he had been rejuvenated for twenty years.
Zhang Hua snorted coldly: "Virtue!" He turned around and followed a group of others to discuss the method taught by Yu Jian just now.
…
Li Xuequian stared at the door with eager expectation, and saw a tall little girl walking in. He leaned forward and looked back, but there was no one there.
I couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.
"Mr. Li, this is Yu Jian, the maker of the lantern cake." Zhou Yuanzhou introduced him.
Li Xuequan glanced at it, his smile gradually faded, and he replied perfunctorily: "Yeah."
It's not the old grandpa in my memory. Then he laughs at himself, how many years have passed, if the old grandpa is still alive, won't he become a god?
Fuyou steeled himself and asked: "Yu... little master, how do you know how to make this pastry?"
Yu Jian replied: "My master once said that the lantern cakes in southern Anhui are the most distinctive. He stayed in southern Anhui for a while, so he is very knowledgeable about them."
The spark seems to be burning again. Could it be that this little girl is...
Li Xuequan asked eagerly: "Who is your master? Is he an old man with white hair?"
Yu Jian was at a loss for words. Fortunately, Zhang Hua was not here, otherwise what she said would have been revealed. The master she mentioned was the unsmiling temple minister of the Tang Dynasty, the relative who taught her and raised her up.
As her eyes moved, she smiled and said, "How could I have such an old master at such a young age?" She asked naughtily, avoiding the important and taking the easy.
Right.
The girl in front of me looks to be in her early twenties, and the master is probably in his early forties, so he cannot be an old man.
It's just that he finally tasted the taste in this memory, and he couldn't help but feel a little unwilling to give up: "What does your master look like?"
"Are you looking for someone?" Yu Jian was a little curious.
Li Xuequan nodded and slowly recounted the past: "I once met an old man when I was a child, and I ate this cake from him. That period... was the darkest time in my life. He was the only one who didn't dislike me and often invited me. During the meal, he told me some cultural anecdotes outside the village. But then, for some reason, he left without leaving a single word. I have been looking for him these years..."
"Mr. Li, do you know his name? What does he look like? Do you have any photos? Let's help you find them together!" Zhou Yuanzhou interrupted. He has many connections, so this matter is not a problem.
Li Xuequan shook his head bitterly: "How could there be any photos in the countryside at that time? It was just a portrait, and I had someone draw it based on my memory later. Xiaoyu, take out the portrait in my briefcase..."
The secretary responded and went to the cubicle.
"As for the name... I only remember that his surname seems to be Yu... the one that starts with a herringbone."
Zhou Yuanzhou interrupted again: "Then he has the same surname as our Chef Yu!"
Inexplicably, a strange feeling suddenly arose in Yu Jian's heart. This feeling became stronger and stronger when the other party said the surname "Yu"...
"Boss, is this the one?" The secretary walked out of the cubicle with the painting in his hand, and the portrait came into everyone's eyes clearly.
This is……
"Yu Qiming?!" Old Mr. Zhou shouted in shock.
Everyone focused their attention on him.
Mr. Zhou: "Ayuan, this is what I told you, the great benefactor of our Mr. Zhou family!"
Yu Jian's heart "thumped"——
Yu Qiming?
She will never forget this face even if it turns to ashes.