I had a pleasant lunch with my master and my wife at noon.
After helping his wife clean up, Zhang Yu was ready to stand up and leave.
The master drank a little too much at noon and went back to bed early to sleep.
The wife originally wanted to send Zhang Yu off, but Zhang Yu felt that the weather was so cold, so he insisted not to send it off.
Seeing Zhang Yu's persistence, the wife had no choice but to compromise.
Holding the child in his arms, he stood at the door and watched Zhang Yu go out of the courtyard, then turned around and returned to the house.
As soon as Zhang Yu pushed the car out of the gate of the compound, he was stopped by the man at the door.
"Hey! Brother, don't be too busy leaving yet."
Zhang Yu stopped and turned to look at the uncle.
"Uncle, are you okay?"
"Hey, it's a bit. You put the car down first, come on, come and sit here, I have something to ask you."
The uncle pointed to a bench next to him and said.
Zhang Yu was confused, but he still spoke up, put the car against the wall, and sat next to the uncle.
"Uncle, if you want to ask anything, just ask."
The uncle didn't speak, but looked Zhang Yu up and down.
"Don't be busy, let me introduce myself first. My surname is Ma, which is the same as your master's, but our two families have nothing to do with each other."
"My ancestors are Manchu, and your master is Han."
"You can just call me Uncle Ma."
Zhang Yu thought to himself, this man still obeys the rules and introduces himself when he comes up.
Zhang Yu also briefly introduced himself.
"Okay, Uncle Ma, boy Zhang Yu, just call me by my name."
Uncle Ma doesn’t want to hear Zhang Yu’s self-introduction. He knows the name Zhang Yu after hearing it eight hundred times.
That old bastard, Lao Ma, mentions him as his apprentice whenever there is nothing wrong. It makes me cringe.
"Hey! You don't need to introduce yourself. I don't know how many times I have heard your master say your name."
"When I meet people, I always praise myself for having a good apprentice, who has transformed from a worker into a college student."
Although I don’t know what the master said, looking at the uncle’s expression of constipation, it’s as if Sun Houhou met Tang Monk and had a severe headache.
Zhang Yu simply laughed and tried to fool him.
"Hey, thank you for the compliment, old man."
The uncle glanced sideways at Zhang Yu, wondering why this kid was so shameless.
"Go, go, who praised you? You are as shameless as your master."
Zhang Yu didn't fight with him either. It was a very cold day and Zhang Yu had no intention of spending time with this old man in the ice and snow.
"Yes, yes, shameless, shameless, uncle, what do you want to ask? Just ask, I will tell you everything I know, and I will do whatever I say."
The uncle doesn’t want to drag things out, the chat just now was just to build a relationship.
"Brother, let me ask you."
"Who did you learn your cooking skills from?"
"I can smell the smell. The Shandong cuisine is good, and the Sichuan cuisine is at the level of an imperial chef."
"Is your master from the palace?"
There is a reason why the uncle asked this. There was a Tan family cuisine in the capital a long time ago, and this Tan family cuisine was created by the descendants of the imperial chef.
When my uncle's family was well off, he often visited here.
But later, Tan's cuisine was learned by a boy named He. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Tan's cuisine, including some large restaurants, were closed down, and there were still some small taverns that were still surviving.
Zhang Yu's craftsmanship today reminded me of that boy named He.
The craftsmanship is very good and the taste is very authentic.
The one who can make this kind of flavor is the chef of the Eighth Building, and the other is the descendant or heir of the imperial chef.
However, I didn’t even guess it right.
Zhang Yu didn’t learn it from anyone else at all, it was all brought to Zhang Yu by the skill panel.
It is still very difficult for an old man in his sixties or seventies to understand cheating.
"Uncle, you are really..."
Zhang Yu hadn't finished speaking yet, so he thought he had guessed it right.
"It seems I was right. Are you the descendant of the Royal Chef?"
Although Zhang Yu didn't want to hit the uncle, but in order to seek truth from facts, he still shook his head indifferently.
"No, I am self-taught."
The uncle's joyful expression froze on his face instantly.
The uncle asked Zhang Yu with a displeased look.
"You brat, are you making fun of me?"
Zhang Yu was also wronged. Who would have thought that the uncle would be so quick to talk and so confident.
"Uncle, you have wronged me. I originally wanted to say no, but who knew you would still rush to answer."
"The boy is not a liar, he just tells the truth."
The uncle also knew that he was in the wrong, but he immediately reacted and went off topic.
"Impossible, you said you are self-taught?"
Zhang Yu nodded firmly.
"Ah! You are self-taught, what's wrong, old man?"
The uncle felt that his IQ was insulted and that this brat was fooling him.
"Boy, do you think that your uncle Ma is too old to lie to me?"
"Craftsmanship, whether it is practiced in the summer or in the winter, at least requires time to hone."
"Without the guidance of a famous teacher, no matter how talented you are, it is impossible for you to become self-taught."
"Let me ask you, do you have recipes for the eight major cuisines?"
Zhang Yu simply doesn’t plan to answer the recipe question.
"Okay, old man, I know you don't believe it. I am indeed self-taught and I don't have any recipes at home."
"I have always loved eating. Since I love eating, I will find ways to research these things."
"In addition, my salary is pretty good. As time goes by and I do more, I will be able to do it naturally."
"As you mentioned, I actually know one of the heirs of the royal chef. His surname is He, and he lives in the same compound as me."
"However, I never learned from him for a day from beginning to end."
Zhang Yu said so much, but the uncle still doesn’t believe it.
I don’t believe there is such a genius in this world.
Craftsmanship is not about talking. As long as you are not mute, you can learn it over time.
But the uncle's thoughts were affected by what Zhang Yu said. When Zhang Yu said that he knew a successor of the royal chef named He, the uncle immediately thought of the Xiao He he met at Tanjiacai.
"What's the name of the successor of the royal chef named He you mentioned?"
The uncle’s thinking made Zhang Yu unable to keep up for a while.
"Ah! Yes, there is a successor of the royal chef named He, and his name is He Yuzhu."
When the uncle heard this unfamiliar name, he was a little unsure for a moment, so he asked Zhang Yu.
"Are you sure your name is He Yuzhu, not He Daqing?"
When Zhang Yu heard this, he thought, good guy, is this uncle so well-connected?
"Uncle, the He Daqing you are talking about is He Yuzhu's father."
Yes, the uncle has actually thought of it, these two people have a father-son relationship.
"Oh, He Daqing's son, what about He Daqing?"
Zhang Yu was not sure what the uncle wanted to ask, so he just told the uncle what was rumored in the compound.
"I don't know much about He Daqing. I never saw He Daqing when I came to the compound."
"But I heard someone mention that He Daqing ran away with a widow, and He Yuzhu took He Daqing's job at the steel rolling mill."
When the uncle heard that He Daqing ran away with the widow, he immediately frowned. He really couldn't figure it out. It was so outrageous that a widow had just slept and stayed, and then she ran away.
"Then He Yuzhu, has he inherited He Daqing's craftsmanship?"
Where did Zhang Yu know about this? He had heard about it, but he had never tasted it himself.
"Uncle, I really don't know about this. I heard He Yuzhu mention to others that his family is the descendant of the imperial chef, saying that he is the descendant of Tan's cuisine."