Chapter 245 Zhang Yu is determined to let the old couple have a taste of his craftsmanship
"Okay, okay, stop talking."
The wife felt that what her husband said was so serious, but she only told it to Zhang Yu and let outsiders hear it, so she thought that Lao Ma was sowing discord.
"Hey! You hold the baby, and I'll go cook."
"Xiaoyu, stay home for lunch and have a few drinks with your master."
After the teacher's wife finished speaking, she pushed the child into Lao Ma's arms, took the apron hanging on the wall, and entered the kitchen.
Zhang Yu originally wanted him to do it and let the master and his wife have a taste of his craftsmanship.
I was rejected by my wife with a wave of my hand.
"You kid, you are a guest at home, how can you let the guests cook for themselves?"
"What? You don't like my old lady's cooking?"
Ouch! Zhang Yu was so frightened by these words that he almost knelt down.
Hurry up and explain.
"No, no, no, Master, you misunderstood, that's not what I meant."
"I'm just used to cooking. I've always been the one cooking in our family. I think my cooking skills are pretty good. I want you, my second brother, to try my cooking skills!"
"Besides, this is my master's house. How can I be considered an outsider when I come to my master's house? I regard myself as one of my own."
Master Ma thinks there is nothing wrong with what Zhang Yu said. Aren’t his direct disciples just like his own children!
"Okay, honey, if Xiaoyu wants to do it for you, just let him do it."
"I've been craving Zhang Yu's cooking for a long time. That old bastard, Lao Yuan, is always in front of me, praising how delicious Xiao Yu's cooking is."
"Today, I must try it, because that bastard, Old Yuan, is greedy for me."
The teacher's wife looked at this old man with a speechless face, really thinking about it.
This kid, Zhang Yu, finally came home and asked people to cook for themselves. If this spreads out, the neighbors must not laugh.
After thinking about it, Lao Ma, the head of the family, had spoken, and my wife could only do it.
"Then what, I'll help Xiaoyu at the head office?"
"I have to tell Xiaoyu where to put the seasoning, you stubborn old man."
"The upper lip and the lower lip touch each other. It's easy to say, take good care of the child."
"Let's go, Mrs. Xiaoyu will help you."
What could Zhang Yu say? He could only smile and follow his wife into the kitchen.
Zhang Yu looked around at the ingredients, which were quite abundant.
Three ounces of meat, potatoes, cabbage, radish, vermicelli, etc. are abundant.
There is no shortage of ingredients, including garlic, green onions, dried chili peppers, and dried Sichuan peppercorns.
"Master, do you have any taboos with the master?"
The teacher’s wife thought for a moment.
"Nothing is taboo, I can eat it. It's just that your master likes spicy food and has a strong taste."
"Okay, with your words, I feel confident. But I still have to"
After hearing his wife's words, Zhang Yu immediately understood.
It’s good if you like spicy food!
If you like spicy food, you must have Sichuan food.
Looking at the ingredients in the kitchen, Zhang Yu's mind immediately flashed several Sichuan dishes.
However, I still have to make a few non-spicy dishes. After all, there are children at home, and the children cannot eat them if they are too spicy.
"Mother, my master loves spicy food. What do you like to eat?"
"Hey! I can do anything, and I will eat whatever you do."
"I'm not as particular about food as your master."
Since his wife didn’t say anything, Zhang Yu stopped asking.
"Okay, if you don't have taboos, I'll watch and do it."
After a while, the dining table in the living room was filled with dishes, and the fragrant smell filled the entire courtyard.
Master Ma is holding his child in his arms at the moment, chatting with an old man of the same age at the gate of the compound.
The scent wafts from Lao Ma's house.
An old man said to Master Ma.
"Okay! Lao Ma, in order to serve my apprentice, I even hired a chef!"
Master Ma glanced at him with a look of disdain.
"What kind of chef do you want to hire? This is what my apprentice cooks."
The uncle didn’t believe what Master Ma said.
Despite his age, he has lived in Sijiu City for most of his life.
As an old Peiping native, I can be said to be well-informed.
"Haha, Lao Ma, I am old, but I am not old and stupid yet."
"You said this was done by your apprentice. Stop deceiving others."
"This fragrance and this craftsmanship can only be produced by the original chef of Fengzeyuan."
Master Ma also didn’t believe what the uncle said.
Let’s compare Fengze Garden. Is Fengze Garden accessible to ordinary people?
That was a place where dignitaries used to go.
"Fengzeyuan, have you ever eaten at Fengzeyuan? Just stop bragging."
"Having an apprentice is much better than Fengzeyuan's craftsmanship."
Master Ma’s words have offended the uncle.
"Hey, old horse, you are looking down on others!"
"I'm not bragging to you, my ancestor was one of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty."
"If the Qing Dynasty hadn't fallen, my old man would probably be sitting in Fengze Garden eating."
Master Ma quickly shouted stop when he heard this. Master Ma had heard these words of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty so many times that his ears were numb.
This old man didn't say anything else. He always told everyone he was a descendant of the Qing Dynasty. The Qing Dynasty had been dead for decades, and he still dreamed about it every day.
"Stop, stop, stop, you've said this eight hundred and sixty times, and you're still talking about the descendants of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties. Why don't you talk about the descendants of the Liao and Jin Dynasties."
"Let's keep talking, don't always talk about girls!"
"Why are you still dreaming at this age?"
"Okay, I won't tell you this anymore. I have to go home for dinner. Hehe, just smell it."
Master Ma hugged the child and turned around to go home.
In fact, what Master Ma doesn’t know is.
This uncle is indeed a descendant of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and he is also a descendant of Zhengbai Banner.
This uncle's surname is Ma. His original surname was Ma Jia from Manchuria. However, after the Qing Dynasty fell, he took the first letter of Ma Jia's family as his surname.
As an uncle, he is also a person of high status in the Manchu Qing Dynasty. For him, Fengze Garden is his own restaurant, and he can go there whenever he wants.
However, if you say it these days, in the eyes of outsiders, it is just bragging.
Everyone of the older generation knows that there are still a lot of Manchu descendants in Sijiu City, but everyone cannot just keep talking and say that they are Manchu descendants.
Where did so many descendants of the Manchus come from?
Seeing that Master Ma didn't believe him, the uncle wasn't upset either. Looking at his down and out state, he didn't even believe that he was a descendant of the Manchus.
As long as the uncle knows it, it will be fine.
Master Ma returned home with his child in his arms and looked at a table full of dishes.
The child in his arms couldn't stay any longer. He stretched out his little arms and pointed at the table.
"Grandpa, it smells so good. I want to eat it. I want to eat it."
"Okay, okay, eat, eat, eat, let's ask grandma if she's okay first, then let's eat together."
The little guy thought that grandma didn't eat either, so he quickly shouted to the kitchen.
"Grandma, grandma, are you okay?"
"Lin Lin is hungry."
"Hey! Lin Lin is hungry. Grandma will be fine soon. How about letting grandpa help you wash your hands first."
"After washing your hands, let's eat."
As soon as the little guy heard that he could eat after washing his hands, he quickly urged his grandfather to take him to wash his hands.
At this moment, the last dish was also taken out of the pot and brought to the table. The dishes on the table were all ready.