The audience in the live broadcast room was almost numb!
We all know that Shandong cuisine is the first of the eight major cuisines, but for one restaurant to serve three state banquet-level dishes, this is too exaggerated!
"Three courses of state banquet-level cuisine, no, are they really that delicious?"
"Let me tell you loudly, our Shandong cuisine is so delicious, and this is the best restaurant in Zhangqiu. How dare you open a restaurant without a few top-notch dishes?"
"Yes, now you understand why Shandong cuisine is the leader of Daxia cuisine!"
Netizens in Lu Province were very excited and happy, and a little proud and arrogant.
Ye Gui said: "Master, come out quickly, we have to exchange contact information, otherwise I will leave!"
A middle-aged chef came out and said with a smile: "Thank you, Master God of Cookery, for your recognition. I will definitely continue to work hard!"
"No, this is what you deserve. You heard what I just said in the live broadcast room, because the competition in Lu Province for these dishes is very high, so naturally we have to think carefully about it and give everyone a chance to compete!
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The chef nodded and said: "I understand, I understand, even if I lose, it's because my skills are inferior to others!"
"It's best if you think so. Keep a good attitude these days and don't take the state banquet too seriously. After all, the state banquet is only temporary, but your cooking skills can stay with you for a lifetime!"
"Yes, Master God of Cookery!"
Ye Gui and Ren En finished eating the food and walked out of the shop.
At this moment, heavy snow began to fall outside again.
Just walking from the place where they eat to the place where they park their cars, Ye Gui and Ren's heads are already turning gray.
"I never thought that the person who would accompany the God of Cookery to his old age would be Master Ren!"
"I can really do this!"
I didn't expect that in such a short period of time, the CP that everyone was talking about would be replaced again.
What a fickle thing!
After getting in the car, Ye Gui shook off the snow on his body. Under the influence of the heating in the car, it turned into water droplets. Then he wiped it gently and it was gone.
How many people's lives are like this snow, thinking that they can achieve great things, but when they fall on the ground, they are just a drop of inconspicuous snowflakes.
With just a light wipe, all traces of it in this world disappear.
On the contrary, it is the person who controls this chess game, who controls a large number of snowflakes to make them look like what they want.
The heating in the car was very sufficient, and Ye Gui felt hot.
He took off his coat, still holding the Sprite in his hand.
But it's so hot in here, how can a bottle of ordinary Sprite be enough?
Must drink ice sprite!
So Ye Gui simply rolled down the window, put the Sprite outside and blew it.
I saw crystals appearing on the Sprite, so I picked up the Sprite.
Rolling up the car window again, Ye Gui said: "It's great, this is the real Sprite!"
Everyone: "..."
Don't tell me, the God of Cookery has a lot of fun!
As the Sprite was gradually finished, the car also arrived at its destination.
Ahead is a huge factory.
The factory is covered with snow.
But the few chimneys that came out were still spitting out white smoke rings.
Here is the famous Zhangqiu Iron Pot Manufacturing Factory.
"Master God of Cookery, we are here, the master is inside!" Ren said.
"Okay, let's go, but it's the Chinese New Year, isn't he still resting?" Ye Gui got out of the car, and a drop of snowflakes floated directly into his neck, making Ye Gui shrink his neck subconsciously.
Don’t tell me, it’s really cold!
Entering the factory, the sound of thunder and swaying of iron could be heard from the bustling factory.
This is also the only factory left that makes Zhangqiu iron pots by hand.
More than thirty middle-aged and elderly men were wearing protective gear, with a large iron pot in front of them.
He holds the pot in his left hand and the hammer in his right hand.
Every time you go down, it represents the repeated tempering of iron.
This iron pot can be formed only after thirty-six thousand blows using the random cloak hammering technique.
Seeing the only old man left, Ye Gui wondered: "Why are there so few? I remember the last time I came here it was twice as many!"
Ren smiled bitterly: "Master Cook, the last time you came here was seven or eight years ago. Now there are fewer and fewer pure craftsmen in this industry. Many Zhangqiu iron pots have been replaced by machines!"
"Young people are not willing to do this business. It is estimated that when the old people in it slowly leave, the inheritance of the authentic Zhangqiu iron pot will also be discontinued!"
His words were like Sun Bin's ultimate move, immediately silencing everyone.
And it’s not just Zhangqiu iron pot that’s like this.
Many industries have gradually withered over time.
How many traditional cultures are not taken seriously and eventually disappear in the long river of history.
"This reminds me of the paper-cutting in my hometown. My grandma is very good at cutting paper. She even made the window grilles during the Chinese New Year. Neighbors nearby came to ask for them. It's a pity that none of our younger generations learned it and passed it on.
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"It's the same here. There are some ancient skills in our village. Unfortunately, young people are unwilling to learn them. They think the money is slow and the learning cycle is too long. They would rather go out to work or go to the factory to tighten screws!"
"Don't talk about ancient techniques. Even if you are farming in the countryside, look at how many people there are, but there are no young people!"
Everyone was chattering, and Ren had already brought Ye Gui to an old man with gray hair.
The old man was wearing a vest, and muscle lines were vaguely visible on his arms.
It can be seen that his muscles must have been very developed when he was young.
At this moment, he was seen holding a big hammer and hitting an iron pot hard.
This powerful force looked like it was going to smash the iron pot.
But just when it was about to fall, the hammer lightly hit the iron pot and made a crisp sound.
This cry directly grabbed everyone's heart.
Kunlun jade breaks into pieces and the phoenix screams, big beads and small beads fall into the jade plate.
The dense cries made everyone feel heartbroken, and at the same time, it felt like someone was gently touching them in front of their eyes, making their eyes brighter and their mood better.
All the unhappiness in the past is like a dream.
Any unhappy things will be in the past!
Everyone said nothing, just watching the old man hammering the iron pot in silence.
Circle after circle of dents appeared on the iron pan.
The old man's hands were like the most precise instruments. The depth of each depression was almost the same, the diameter was also the same, and even the distance between each depression was exactly the same.
The blue iron pot exudes a purple glow under the golden light.
It seems that everyone's reflection can be seen in every depression.
All the small reflections gathered together and turned into the reflection of the God of Cookery.