A lot of people gradually gathered in front of the Changxin Building where people were coming and going.
Cai Wanshou stood in front of the window with a gloomy face, "Is there spiritual power in the porridge?"
Seeing Cai Wannian nodding, Cai Wanshou pounded the window, "Okay, you really went to great lengths to destroy our sign."
How could there be spiritual power in the porridge if it were not a treasure from heaven and earth?
Cai Wannian said: "Could it be that the three major families are working together to punish us?"
He told the story of Zhou Jiuzhang and the three of them waiting upstairs to have porridge in the morning, and even invited their brothers to create a gimmick to attract customers.
Cai Wanshou couldn't make up his mind.
There are only three families in the city who are generous enough to make porridge with the treasures of heaven and earth.
But if the three of them were to enjoy the heart of the building, they would not be guilty of doing such a thing as taking off their pants and farting.
When Cai Wanshou lowered his head and thought hard, he saw a middle-aged man walking out of Shangxinlou and heading towards the porridge stall opposite.
"Junior Brother Huang?" He said in surprise.
Shangxinlou has two signs, one is "Yangzhou's No. 1 Porridge" and the other is Junior Brother Huang.
The four famous chefs in Yangzhou are recognized as Yidao, Gui, Zhu, and Beggar, and sometimes the word "porridge" is also added in the market.
This "porridge" is none other than Junior Brother Huang from Shangxinlou.
Shangxin Tower was built by Grandpa Cai Wanshou.
At that time, the city lord and his friends drank a bowl of Hezhi porridge at the porridge stall and admired it very much. From then on, the Cai family's business became prosperous.
The crafts of Bijian soup and Hezhi porridge were passed down to the two brothers through Cai Wanshou’s father.
However, the brothers were really lacking in talent. In order to prevent the family skills from being lost, the old man took on a very talented apprentice.
This apprentice is Cai Wannian's junior brother Huang, Huang Xiaochu.
Huang Xiaochu not only perfectly inherited Mr. Cai's mantle, he even outdid his masters and won Shangxinlou the reputation as the best porridge in Yangzhou.
Of course, since porridge is really not popular on the table, Huang Xiaochu wouldn't be able to make it into the top five if Yangzhou City's chefs were ranked.
Now that he is listed among the top five chefs in the public opinion, Huang Xiaochu should be grateful not to anyone else, but to the public enemy of Yangzhou chefs, who gave Xunweizhai Guiyi Dao "Nine Knives".
This is also the reason why Huang Xiaochu insists on not including himself in the top five chefs.
As the famous chef of "Yangzhou's No. 1 Porridge", Huang Xiaochu also has his own pride.
Behind him, he heard others talking about the porridge stall at the door, and he couldn't help but want to find out.
He wanted to see how He De dared to name this porridge "I am the only porridge in the world."
As for the spiritual power in the porridge, he didn't care. Taste was king in the kitchen, otherwise he would have just taken medicine.
There were many people standing outside the porridge stall, but not many people sat down to drink the porridge. After all, five hundred yuan was too expensive, and even city people couldn't afford it.
The folks in the small town would be proud if they knew it, because even though they couldn't afford it, they still managed to intercept a bucket of porridge this morning.
Huang Xiaochu squeezed in and saw four people sitting at the stall, drinking porridge with gusto, completely forgetting that there were people watching.
"A bowl of porridge." Huang Xiaochu sat down and placed five hundred dollars on the table.
Yu Sheng was lying on the table, staring lazily and boredly at the salted fish in the abalone restaurant on the left front.
He missed the salted fish rice.
Yu Sheng collected the money, ordered Bai Gaoxing to bring a bowl of porridge, and continued to stare at the fish restaurant.
He saw a man dressed as a martial artist entering the fish restaurant with a long salted fish instead of a knife on his waist.
Perhaps it was an illusion, he felt that the salted fish slung around the man's waist was looking at him.
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As soon as an expert takes action, he will know whether it is there or not.
When the porridge was served, Huang Xiaochu knew at the first glance that the porridge was good.
It is often said that if you see water but not rice, it is not porridge; if you see rice but no water, it is not porridge. However, it is not easy to make the water and rice just right.
The amount of water and rice, the amount of firewood and the time to cook the porridge all need to be absolutely perfect.
When Huang Xiaochu first learned to cook Hezhi porridge, his master only put a long piece of firewood in the stove and cooked a small pot of porridge.
He only mastered this degree after following Master for many years.
Huang Xiaochu stirred the porridge with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful and poured it down again. He saw that there were no less than ten kinds of ingredients in it.
He took a slow sip, closed his eyes and tasted it carefully. When the porridge slowly fell into his stomach, he couldn't help but slap the table, "Good porridge!"
It is indeed difficult to control the water, rice and heat of good porridge, but it is even more difficult to integrate more than ten kinds of ingredients into porridge.
This is not just boiling it until it’s done, but adding it in sequentially according to the characteristics of the ingredients so that they are integrated without losing their original flavor.
He asked the three people behind the stall, "Who cooked this porridge?"
"I endured it," Yu Sheng said.
Unexpectedly, the person cooking the porridge was a young man, and Huang Xiaochu was a little surprised.
He cupped his hands and said, "I am Huang Xiaochu."
Huang Xiaochu thought that when they came to smash the Shangxinlou signboard, they must have come for him, and they should know that he was the one.
Unexpectedly, the rest of my life and the things in my head were stupid, and they came to find a place without asking anything.
Yu Sheng straightened up and said politely: "My name is Yu Sheng."
When Huang Xiaochu saw that he was unmoved, he reminded him, "I am the chef of Shangxinlou."
Yu Sheng was startled and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, your name means you're destined to be a chef."
His thoughts were still at the Salted Fish Restaurant, and he thought the name was Huang Xiaochu.
Huang Xiaochu was happy, "Your name is not bad either, you must be good for making fish."
Yu Sheng waved his hand, "Don't mention fish, I quit."
Huang Xiaochu took another sip of porridge and said, "The porridge is really good. You win."
"I'm not looking for you." Yu Sheng waved his hand, "I'm looking for the Cai family."
Huang Xiaochu drank porridge and listened to Yu Sheng explain the whole story clearly.
"You young people." Huang Xiaochu shook his head, put down the clean porridge bowl and went back to the Shangxin Tower.
Since it wasn't directed at him, Huang Xiaochu didn't take it lightly.
If you are not as good as porridge, just keep studying.
For Huang Xiaochu, doing things is like making porridge, which is why Mr. Cai thinks he has talent.
The Cai brothers never realized it.
They only know that others have come to their door, and if they don't give some advice, others will think that Shangxinlou is a soft persimmon.
A group of servants and servants walked towards the porridge stall aggressively.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't hinder others from doing business." They pushed people away roughly.
Yu Sheng took his eyes back from the salted fish shop.
The two parties looked at each other, and Cai's servant reflexively felt pain in his crotch.
The tall man took a step back and said, "Yes, it's you!"
"It's you." Yu Sheng also stood up and said angrily: "You're a bitch who only knows how to sneak attack."
"You're a bastard who only knows a few bad moves." The man replied to him.
This man was none other than the guy who thanked me for not kicking my balls in the rest of my life that day, and then repaid him with a black eye for the rest of my life.
The man's memory of the rest of his life was so profound that the poke with the wooden stick almost made him wear a cuckold.
The enemy was extremely jealous when they met. The man raised his hand and said, "Brothers, are you wearing protective gear?"
"I'm wearing it."
In order to prevent himself from wearing a hat, when he was not wearing a hat, he once asked an expert for a pair of iron trousers to lock his moral integrity.
When he arrived, his wife didn't use it, but he was inspired and thought of a way to deal with Yu Sheng.
The summer was scorching and the heat was unbearable. The reason why they persisted was to avenge their shame. Now the opportunity finally came.
The man smiled "hehe" and waved his hand, "Hit me and let them have a taste of it."
Since Yu Sheng lacked skill cards, of course he couldn't fight. He took a step back and shouted: "Maomao, where's Maomao?"
Bai happily pointed and Yu Sheng looked over and saw Maomao saying goodbye to a donkey in the distance.
It turns out that the business that the Ya man brokered was not just another business, but the sale of a little female donkey.
"If you don't come back, I will eat donkey meat and burn it on fire." When Yu Sheng yelled, he cleverly avoided the man's punch.