When he got to the kitchen, Lin Yu rolled up his sleeves and started to work. Su Yun was originally going to help him, but where did this wealthy lady usually do these things? She could only do things like killing chickens and ducks.
Staring at him.
Except for boiling water, getting some knives for Lin Yu, etc., she almost watched Lin Yu do it.
Fortunately, Lin Yu was very fast. He quickly slaughtered the chickens and ducks, put them in hot water and pulled them out, then removed the internal organs, rinsed them clean, and scraped the fish's scales and disemboweled them. The movements were very clean and neat.
Chu Yihan was a little dizzy. Seeing this scene, he almost wanted to vomit, but Mr. Su was watching with interest. He couldn't be rude, so he patiently endured the expression of almost vomiting.
Stand on the spot.
"Young Master Chu, please help throw these things into the lake to feed the fish. They are no longer needed." Lin Yu pointed at a pot of chicken feathers and offal.
Chu Yihan's teeth were itching with hatred, but he could do nothing about Lin Yu. Even if Lin Yu deliberately teased him, he had nothing to say. He wouldn't let Su Yun or Su Lao kill this thing.
He picked up the basin, glared at Lin Yu, and walked outside. The water in the basin was hot water, and the steaming steam mixed with an unpleasant smell entered his nose.
Chu Yihan's brows furrowed, and he involuntarily accelerated his pace, and finally almost flew out. A moment later, the people inside heard the sound of Chu Yihan's violent vomiting.
Su Yun suppressed her laughter. She knew that Lin Yu did it on purpose. She glanced at Mr. Su and saw that Mr. Su's brows wrinkled involuntarily.
The old man was a man who suffered hardships when he was a child, but Chu Yihan grew up in a wealthy family and seemed a bit too delicate, so his impression of Chu Yihan immediately became a little bad.
It was already a little past noon, but fortunately Lin Yu was very fast. After washing these things, he walked to the kitchen with the chicken, duck and fish, lit a fire with one hand and moved his hand on the chopping board.
He can serve several people by himself, and the durable knives and forks spin in his hands like juggling, which dazzles those who watch.
An hour later, lunch was finally ready.
A plate of chicken stewed with mushrooms, a sweet and sour carp, a pot of beer duck, two green vegetables, a tomato scrambled egg, and a pot of turtle soup. The dishes on the whole table are full of flavor and fragrance, making people drool at the sight of them.
Feel.
It was already past noon, and it was a bit late for dinner today. Mr. Su was not polite and picked up his chopsticks to greet everyone to start eating.
"Old man, please try this fish. I don't know your old taste, but I am a doctor and I know that your stomach is not good. This is specially made for you." Lin Yu took a piece of sweet and sour fish and put it on Su
In an old bowl.
His sweet and sour fish uses tomatoes instead of tomato sauce, and also uses some common Chinese herbs such as hawthorn to help promote digestion.
Mr. Su had a gastrectomy before, so he had some bad teeth and some digestive disorders. Eating this dish can promote gastrointestinal digestion and save him from taking those medicines every day.
"Okay, okay." Mr. Su nodded. He likes fishing, but he doesn't like eating fish.
Like most people who like fishing, he simply likes fishing. Sometimes he releases the fish he catches directly, but the fish Lin Yu made today looks like it makes him drool.
After tasting a piece of fish, Mr. Su groaned and tasted it carefully.
The fish is brought from the lake. The fish meat is tender and refreshing, with moderate sweetness and sourness, without any fishy smell, and the meat is so tender that it is hard to tell which is the tongue and which is the fish.
Although it can't be said to melt in your mouth, the fish is really well cooked. Mr. Su's stomach is not very good. In the past, he would feel stomach discomfort if he ate a little too quickly, but this time he felt very comfortable in his stomach after eating.
.
"Not bad, not bad." Mr. Su couldn't help but nodded and said: "Haha, I didn't eat fish much before, but this fish is really good. Young man, you have a lot of skills."
"Haha, actually Mr. Su, as we get older, many things in our body need to be taken care of. You should pay more attention to your body when you get older. Conditions are limited today. If you are not in a hurry, I will make a meal for you.
Medicinal food is delicious, healthy, and good for health." Lin Yu said with a smile.
"Okay, another day, if you have a chance, you must make me a medicinal meal." Mr. Su laughed.
Seeing that the old man liked Lin Yu very much, Su Yun smiled knowingly. She knew that the old man was actually neutral when it came to her marriage. Chu Yihan would make the old man happy, but Lin Yu could do the same, and she could tell that the old man was
Very happy now.
No matter what, as long as the old man is happy.
The food was indeed good, and the ingredients here were all natural, so there was no need to worry about contamination. Everyone was very happy to eat, except Chu Yihan, who ate this meal almost like chewing wax.
"This soup looks good, what is it called?" Mr. Su became interested in the bowl of bastard soup.
"Mr. Su, the name of this soup is a bowl of turtle soup." Lin Yu said with a slight smile.
"Why did you choose such a name?" Mr. Su asked slightly stunned.
"Haha, if you try it, you will know why." Lin Yu said somewhat enigmatically.
"Okay, let me try it." Mr. Su nodded. He took the soup handed over by Lin Yu, placed it in front of him, then picked up the spoon and took a sip.
After taking one bite, Mr. Su was stunned...
How should I describe this bowl of soup? Even though he has lived for decades and is almost a spirit-like person, Mr. Su still doesn't know how to describe this bowl of soup.
Because this bowl of soup cannot be expressed in words at all. The freshness and tenderness of the turtle meat can even be reflected in the soup. This bowl of soup is the soup he has never tasted before.
This can no longer be described as Fantang.
"What a bowl of turtle soup." Mr. Su slapped the table and blurted out.
"Old man, now you know why this bowl of soup is called this name." Lin Yu said with a slight smile.
"I know, haha, I know." Mr. Su was in a happy mood. He had never thought that a bowl of soup could reach this level, which made him shout out the name of the soup involuntarily.
"Lin Yu, I think it's really a waste if you don't become a chef." Su Yun put down his chopsticks and smiled.
"Haha, my craftsmanship is actually quite average. My third senior brother is better at these. He studies eating when he has nothing to do, so his medicinal diet is far inferior to mine." Lin Yu said.
"Haha, okay, okay, this meal is the most satisfying meal I have eaten in these decades." Mr. Su put down his chopsticks, he was really full.