After eating the last pot sticker, the last hole in Ye Gui's stomach was filled!
"Okay, we've almost eaten today, let's wait for Master Jiang to close the stall!"
Time passed by, and Ye Gui stood by the Qinhuai River and watched as there were fewer and fewer boats on the river, and the pedestrians on the street were also walking towards home.
The diners also chose to go home after finishing their meals.
The city also became completely quiet, enjoying the rare tranquility.
Master Jiang’s duck blood vermicelli stall was also sold out, with all the vermicelli and ingredients gone.
Even the soup stock was only a little bit left.
Seeing Master Jiang closing the stall, Ye Gui immediately went over to help: "Master Jiang, let me help you!"
With Ye Gui's help, Master Jiang's stall was quickly restored.
After the stall is closed, there is a tricycle. Master Jiang is riding on the car and Ye Gui is standing behind.
"Stand still, we are going back!"
Jiang Ming finally said the first word. His voice seemed to be a result of smoking too much, and it had become a cigarette throat after hundreds of years.
It’s full of vicissitudes of life as soon as you open your mouth!
"Master Jiang, those pot stickers must be your technique!"
As early as the first bite of pot stickers, Ye Gui could already taste the taste.
This familiar beef recipe, this mixture of beef and pork, is no different from the lion head eaten in the afternoon.
"As expected, I can't hide anything from you, but I haven't seen you for a few years and you have grown a lot!"
Master Jiang was riding the bicycle and seemed to be in a very good mood.
"If it were in the past, you would never do these little things for me. It seems that you have experienced a lot in the years since you left the imperial kitchen!"
"I feel like you are more attractive than when you were in the imperial dining room!"
Ye Gui chuckled: "The essence of charm is human touch. Master Jiang is saying that I have no human touch before!"
"Then you must know better. After all, in the environment of the imperial dining room, people with a human touch will not last long!"
Jiang Ming lives nearby. When the tricycle rode in, the community security guard immediately recognized this person and chose to let him go.
"Let me go, this community is one of the top communities in Jinling!"
"What's the big deal? I'm the deputy general manager of the Imperial Kitchen, and I was once the head chef of the Jinling Hotel. There's no problem in buying an apartment!"
"Yes, I really want to live such a simple and unpretentious life. I wake up from a 200-square-meter bed every day, then ride a tricycle to sell duck blood vermicelli at night, and then return to the 200-square-meter room in the middle of the night!"
Jiang Ming's tricycle also has a dedicated parking space in the community.
After he parked the car, Ye Gui immediately helped to move a few barrels down.
Returning to the 200-square-meter flat floor, the house is filled with various trophies and group photos.
Those are the awards he has won in competitions.
They are all proof of Jiang Ming’s glorious past.
It's a pity that Jiang Ming got this incurable disease due to jealousy of talents.
The two of them came to the bathroom and sat on the small bench to clean the big bucket.
There is still grease in this kind of big bucket. Because of the cold weather, the grease has solidified long ago, so it needs to be cleaned with hot water.
Otherwise, if you use cold water, even if you scratch the pot, the grease may not come off.
"When did you find out you had this disease!" Ye Gui was like an old friend, he asked silently while brushing.
"Two years ago, I cooked a dish for a few people. They said the dish was delicious and asked me to drink a glass of it. After I drank a glass, it felt like drinking water!"
"That's when I realized something was wrong. Then I tried other dishes and found that no matter whether they were heavy-flavored dishes or sour dishes, there was no taste in my mouth. That's when I knew something was wrong!"
"Later on, I gradually lost my sense of smell. I couldn't even smell the smoke when cooking, and then I gradually started to have no interest in food!"
"I've been cooking all my life, but in the end I started to hate the food. Isn't it ridiculous!"
Jiang Ming smiled self-deprecatingly. This smile looked so sad.
Ye Gui looked at Jiang Ming's thin body and said distressedly: "What did the doctor say?"
"This disease is incurable. The doctor can only prescribe yin and yang liquid to keep me alive. Maybe one day I will starve to death!"
There are many pinholes on Jiang Ming's arms, all of which are traces of nutritional injections.
It looks so painful!
"That's why I decided to do more things before I die. Lin Danda is good enough to do his own thing, but there are still many chefs who need to rely on their cooking skills to feed their families. What I can do is to help them improve their recipes so that they can
Their lives get better!"
Ye Gui understood: "No wonder the people in that snack street respect you so much, they have all been helped by you!"
"Just doing what I can to help!"
Even though it’s easy to say just four words, Jiang Ming is an anorexic patient who has lost his sense of taste and smell!
He completely relies on his many years of cooking experience to help everyone!
But just the experience has benefited everyone a lot, which reminded Ye Gui of the story of the oil seller.
Nothing but familiarity!
For Jiang Ming, this means "nothing but experience"!