"Let's go." Lin Yu turned around and glanced at Song Wenwen, then apologized to all the old Chinese medicine practitioners present.
"Xiao Lin, please give me a way. Talents as young as you and with such good medical skills are really rare. We, Chinese medicine practitioners, really need you." He Zhen stepped forward.
"Mr. He is too generous." Lin Yu smiled, left his own way, and then left with Mr. Yang.
Chen Style Tai Chi Gate.
Since more and more people now pay attention to health care, exercise, and their physical fitness, there are more and more martial arts schools in Suzhou and Hangzhou. In the past, Taekwondo was all the rage, but after the novelty was over, everyone was obsessed with it again.
Learned traditional Chinese martial arts.
The Tai Chi sect has not been settled here for long. When Yang was young, he became a disciple of the Chen family Tai Chi sect. After becoming a teacher, he has been wandering around the world. Then he came to Suzhou and Hangzhou, where he joined the Suhang Martial Arts Association, and then stayed there.
Here, it was not until the rise of martial arts that he founded Tai Chi Hall.
The decoration of Tai Chi Hall is very elegant and classical. There is a strong ancient flavor when you enter. Mr. Yang took Lin Yu and Song Wenwen all the way to the back hall.
There is a fairly small courtyard in the back hall of Tai Chi Gate. In the courtyard, there are wooden stakes used for daily practice, some boulders, and a row of weapon racks with eighteen classic Chinese weapons on them.
But Mr. Yang took Lin Yu and Song Wenwen to a corner of the yard, where a small stove was set up. Although the place was very simple, the stove was very clean.
This is a stove used for cooking fires in rural areas in the 1900s. The stove is covered with white tiles and looks very clean. Next to it is a stack of spotless porcelain bowls that have been washed, and a very clean rag is hung on the wall on one side.
"It's time for dinner now, haha, I'll cook a meal for you." Mr. Yang said with a smile.
"Let me help." Lin Yu didn't understand what he meant, so he stepped forward.
"Okay, let's chop the firewood." Mr. Yang pointed to one side.
I saw a row of firewood on the ground, neatly stacked, and an ax next to it. It looked like the ax had been around for some years. The handle of the ax had been polished smooth and was very smooth to hold.
Lin Yu erected a wooden stake, and he chopped it down with an axe. With a click, the wooden stake, which was as thick as an arm, was separated by him. Then he picked up half of the wood and split it carefully.
Lin Yu chopped the wood very carefully, splitting the wood into very small and broken pieces, which made it easier to burn.
While Lin Yu was chopping firewood, Mr. Yang had already started to wash the rice. A small aluminum alloy basin was filled with most of the rice. He carefully picked out the impurities in the rice. After washing, he replaced it with rice.
After taking a dip in the water, he gently stirred it with his right hand.
I saw that the entire basin of water began to rotate, and the speed of the water became faster and faster. The rice grains rotated counterclockwise with the water, which seemed very powerful.
Lin Yu quietly looked at the water and rice in the basin. He seemed to have touched something, but for a while he didn't know what he had understood.
At this time, Mr. Yang slapped the basin with his right hand, and the rapidly rotating water suddenly became quiet. He slowly poured out the water in the basin, then opened the pot, added water and rice, covered the lid, and lit a fire.
"Cooking rice is also an art." Mr. Yang said leisurely while adding firewood to the fire: "One pot of rice looks very simple, and many people know it, but the taste, the softness and hardness of the rice, and
It’s different whether it’s fragrant or not.”
"Making a pot of rice that is unique is a challenge. Being able to make something unique out of ordinary things is your success." Mr. Yang said while flipping the lid to prevent the pot from being filled with rice.
The soup overflowed from all sides.
Lin Yu nodded with some vague understanding. Watching Mr. Yang cooking, he had a strange feeling.
Yang Laoshen is well versed in the principles of Tai Chi. His cooking movements are very light, gentle and careful. Every once in a while, he will open the lid, stir it with a Jiuzi, and then close the lid again.
Lin Yu had never thought that a person could be so patient when cooking a pot of rice. If it were him, he would probably plug in the rice cooker and then leave it alone.
Half an hour later, a steaming pot of rice finally came out of the pot.
The moment Mr. Yang opened the lid of the pot, Lin Yu and Song Wenwen's spirits were shaken. The smell was so fragrant. This pot of rice seemed not to be the kind of rice that humans should have. It was special rice.
The fragrance makes people feel like they can't wait to try it.
Take it out of the pot and put it into the pot. This pot of rice is well cooked. The rice grains are very loose, not sticky or hard, and have a fragrant and glutinous taste. The aroma makes people feel that the fragrance of rice lingers on the tongue for three days...
"Old man... tell me, how did you make this pot of rice?" Song Wenwen only took one bite, and she was stunned by the aroma of the rice.
Really, she has never eaten such delicious rice.
She is very particular about eating. In the past, when she ate, she had to pay attention to the color, aroma and taste of the food. She also had to consult the chef carefully about the cooking process and keep records one by one. In fact, besides art, she also liked cooking.
, she felt that being able to be immersed in the aroma of the food she cooked was a kind of enjoyment in itself.
But she had never eaten such delicious rice, and she had never thought that one day she would be able to eat a bowl of white rice with such gusto.
"I have been cooking this pot of rice for decades. Haha, my master is Chen Tiancheng of Chen Style Tai Chi. Authentic Chen Style Tai Chi is generally not taught to outsiders, but at the beginning, I used
This pot of rice conquered Master and his master."
When he mentioned this, Mr. Yang was in a very good mood. He was very confident in the pot of rice he cooked because he cooked it with all his heart. After many years, he still likes to cook with firewood.
Rice, because this is no longer an ordinary pot of rice, it is a kind of feeling.
From the first bite of rice, Lin Yu was stunned. He felt that he had never eaten such delicious rice. The first ingredient of rice was very full and delicious. The crystal-clear rice was simply
Pearl after pearl, at this moment, something seemed to explode in his body, which made him stay on the spot involuntarily, quietly feeling the explosion of something in his body.
"How's it going? Have you figured out anything?" Mr. Yang looked at Lin Yu's stay on the spot and smiled involuntarily.
"It seems that I understand something, but there is still a little bit of fire left." Lin Yu nodded and said, "Only a little bit."