Chapter two hundred and sixty-six the same ugly enemy
After the disaster, I walked on the street for the rest of my life, scolding Baozi from time to time.
Baozi initially complained that Yu Sheng had ruined his plan to become a disciple, but he became frightened after he realized that the woman was a big bad wolf.
"Only dead people can practice her Kung Fu?" Baozi shook his head, then it was better not to practice this Kung Fu.
After saying goodbye to Baozi, I racked my brains for the rest of my life but couldn't find any other way to find a mirror, so I strolled back to the inn, found a way to practice calligraphy, and stayed by Aunt Qing's side.
Practice calligraphy, cook, and then practice calligraphy again. During this period, make a wish to find a mirror and continue practicing calligraphy.
There are leaves in the fields and they take care of them. With the help of enthusiastic Li Zheng, the seeds have now been planted.
The old cow who ate and drank for free finally found a place to be used, but the other beast made Yu Sheng very annoyed.
Maomao didn't come back for a long time. When he came back, his whole body exuded the sour stench of love. His whole body had lost weight. It seemed that he had worked hard.
At sunset, Yu Sheng came down from the attic and met Zhou Jiuzhang and others who had returned from their trip.
Zhou Jiuzhang said: "Xiao Yu'er, in a few days it will be the day when you and Gui Yidao will compete. How are you preparing?"
"Who said we should compete?" Yu Sheng poured himself a bowl of tea, "I never give others a chance to defeat me."
"Where is Gui Yida?" Zhou Jiuzhang asked. In Yangzhou City, Xunweizhai already knew all the beggars who were making trouble.
Yu Sheng put on the chef's special clothes and said, "Just let my apprentice deal with it."
"Your apprentice?" Zhou Jiuzhang was confused, but Zhou Dafu knew, "Master Huang from Shangxinlou."
He said to Zhou Jiuzhang, "Xiao Yu'er once gave some advice to Master Huang at Shangxinlou. Now the Mapo Tofu in Shangxinlou has become a signature, but..."
"But what?" Zhuang Zisheng asked as he led Cai Ming in, followed by Gouzi.
They were still glaring at each other during the day, but now they look at each other endlessly. For the rest of their lives, they can only be attributed to the same ugly enemy.
"There is another one who is far above him, only a little bit behind him." Zhou Dafu said.
"Who?" Bu Ju, Zhuang Zisheng and others didn't know.
These people go to places like Xunweizhai or Shangxinlou all day long, and of course they ignore the roadside stalls.
Only Zhou Dafu and Chu Sheng, two gentlemen who hang out in the market all day long, know this.
"There is a roadside stall next to City Lord's Mansion Avenue. The mapo tofu at that stall is amazing." Zhou Dafu said.
"Yes, yes." Chu Sheng also nodded, "I only eat one bowl of rice on weekdays. When I go to that stall, I eat an extra bowl."
Mapo tofu is the best to go with rice. The rice is served directly on the stall, giving it a unique flavor.
Zhou Dafu smiled and said to Yu Sheng, "Xiao Yu'er, you will know when you see the cook who makes that Mapo Tofu. That is the authentic Mapo Tofu."
Zhou Jiuzhang didn't believe it, "I don't believe it. Is there anything more authentic in the world than the Mapo Tofu made by Xiao Yu'er?"
"Of course, because the cook of the stall is a Mapo." Chu Sheng rushed to say, and laughed with Zhou Dafu.
After eating at the stall, the two of them had been holding back the joke for a long time and were ready to tell it now.
Chu Ci and the four others were stunned for a moment, and then they were all chilled by the joke.
"It's boring." Zhou Dafu turned around and said to Yu Sheng, "Xiao Yu'er, it won't be long before Mapo's skills surpass yours."
"Haha", Yu Sheng smiled, "My apprentice is Mapo."
"As for Huang Xiaochu, we are just communicating. Master Huang also passed me Bijian soup and will make it for you later."
Several people were startled, "When did you collect it?" Chu Sheng asked.
"After giving instructions to Huang Xiaochu that day, I will give instructions to Mapo." Yu Sheng said plainly and went to the kitchen to hide his merit and fame.
Zhou Dafu was speechless, "Good boy, Xiao Yu'er taught a powerful apprentice without saying a word."
"I think there is something fishy." Chu Sheng said, "otherwise, why not accept Huang Xiaochu as his apprentice?"
If Zhou Jiuzhang had some realization, "Does Xiao Yu'er like girls with pockmarks on their faces?"
"What nonsense?" Chu Sheng looked at Zhou Jiuzhang with disgust, "I mean, does Mapo have a talent for making Mapo tofu?"
Zhou Jiuzhang changed the color of his clothes, "Do you have the talent to be a beast?"
"Haha", Zhou Dafu laughed, and the others laughed unkindly.
Chu Ci shook his head, "I finally understand. My family is here to laugh at you this week."
Night fell quickly, and the whole town became quiet. Occasionally, chickens and dogs would be heard, reminding people that there are people here.
In the town, only the inns lit lamps. To save lamp oil, the villagers stopped eating when it was still bright.
They occasionally come to chat under the lamp in front of the inn, but they have been busy working in the fields recently and have taken a break now.
After serving the guests, they finally sat down at the long table. Zhou Dafu also helped feed the animals and do chores in the evening.
Now eat with everyone.
The food on the long table is very sumptuous, including not only the carved hummus purchased from the Daqin people's food team, but also braised rabbit, stewed pig's trotters and Bijian soup.
"Tsk, tsk", looking at the food on the table, Zhou Jiuzhang said: "It's a good thing that I helped Xiaoyu'er work in the evening, look at this carved humi.
As one of the four major families in Yangzhou, it is certainly true that everyone has never eaten carved hummus, but even if they are as wealthy as them, they do not eat this rice often.
The rice cooked with this rice is fragrant, soft and glutinous, and so delicious that it is a dish in itself.
After Aunt Qing came downstairs, everyone picked up the dishes.
"Try the Bijian soup I made." Yu Sheng served a bowl of soup to Aunt Qing.
"When did you know how to make this soup?" Aunt Qing remembered this soup, "Your mother likes it very much."
Shangxinlou became prosperous at that time precisely because the city owner and his friends drank a bowl of Hezhi porridge and Bijian soup in the street and admired it very much.
Of course it was twenty or thirty years ago, and Aunt Qing had long forgotten about this incident.
Yu Sheng said: "He taught me this when I was sparring with Huang Xiaochu."
He went to Shangxinlou just to show off his skills. He had forgotten about this soup when he came back. He only remembered it when Zhou Jiuzhang mentioned it today.
"Why don't you learn from He Zhizhou... pretend I didn't say anything." Aunt Qing sighed, "Your old man made such a broken rule."
"Yeah, I also think my old man is pedantic." Yu Sheng also sighed.
To remove one of the birds, animals, or fish is equivalent to removing a quarter of the delicious food in life.
"Although your old man and I don't deal with each other, it's not his fault, it's your mother's fault."
Aunt Qing took a bite of Bijian soup with a spoon. It was light and fragrant. She couldn't help but look at Yu Sheng in surprise.
This Bijian soup has no seasoning and only uses the original flavor of the ingredients. It takes at least several years to make it so light and fragrant.
Aunt Qing thought to herself, is this guy really talented in cooking?
"No less than Sad Tower, right?" Yu Sheng became proud.
This time, Aunt Qing did not shock Yu Sheng, but asked in a confused manner, "Has your old man taught you how to read?"
"I have taught you how to practice calligraphy, and how to read and write..." Yu Sheng was about to blurt out, but suddenly stopped himself, "Yes, I have also taught you."
The person who knows the rest of life is my aunt. Although his meal was short, Aunt Qing already knew the answer.
She couldn't help but think of the old man from Yu Sheng's family.
There is absolute talent above talent.
He searched hard for such a talent but could not find it. How could he expect that his son not only had such talent in calligraphy, but also as a cook?
No wonder his mother often said for the rest of her life that Tiandao is an elusive little goblin.