"Listen to me. Actually, I know that food is complementary. My family is lonely. Although I know something about kitchen cookers, my family is not well-off, and I don't have any spare money to try out which foods are complementary one by one So, if you know Xiaoyu, please let me know. I'm very grateful. "
After selecting the dishes, Bai Yutang clapped his hands, stood up and went to Zhou kitchen. He had a look at the large bowl of noodles he had already put in the bowl. The soup was rich and fragrant. It can be seen that he had a good foundation, but in some food processing, his method was too rough.
"It's easy to say that when you are infected with wind cold, you should avoid the most when you take medicine..." Bai Yutang counted out some irritant food and hair food, and explained in detail why he could not eat these things during taking medicine.
"You know a lot, Xiaoyu. You are so careless that you share your real skills with others. You are very vulnerable! Haven't you heard of the apprentice starving to death The handyman listened with relish, but he didn't forget to say a word after listening.
"Shut up Chou Chu could not bear it and roared.
White jade hall also very speechless saw miscellaneous work one eye, this person mouth cheap is inborn? He likes to tell others what to do and meddle in their own business, doesn't he!
The speechless Bai Yutang shook his head and said to chef Zhou, "in fact, I learned cooking skills with a chef before. His ancestors are also Royal chefs. Speaking of it, you and I have similar taste preferences in cooking, but your ancestors' inheritance seems incomplete."
Kitchen Chou was a little frustrated when he heard this. He sighed, put the bowl in place, and slowly explained: "in fact, my ancestors were in northern part of the Great Wall, but in the process of escaping from famine, I accidentally lost my ancestral recipe. Although my father tried very hard to restore the recipe, but he didn't remember much, I think The family's ancestral menu is no longer complete. "
It's a pity that Bai Yutang didn't mention her own abacus. When she heard that most of the recipes had been lost, she couldn't help feeling congested. Even if it wasn't for the original plan, if she could help, she would help chef Zhou.
"It's not necessarily that our two cuisines are of the same origin. I remember what my master taught me. Otherwise, when you are free, you can show me the remnant recipe in your home. If I can improve it, I'm bound to do so."
Bai Yutang just said it casually. After all, we all have a certain sense of confidentiality in our personal technology these days.
Who knows that chef Zhou is also a big hearted, directly agreed: "OK, bring it to me tomorrow, you can help me improve it, I will be grateful."
At this time, the handyman could not help saying, "do you know? Your mother will scold you to death! If you dare to show an outsider the ancestral recipe, I'll beat you to death with a bamboo stick if I'm your mother. "
White jade hall and week kitchen two coincidentally open mouth: "you shut up!"
After they agreed, they took out the breakfast. Today, Zhao Jin is not at home. These noodles are mainly for the respectable steward and slave workers in the courtyard. Bai Yutang is lucky to have tasted Zhou's cooking skills. He can only say that it's really good. It's enough to be a cook for ordinary people, but it's not enough to be a chef in a restaurant.
In order to win over Zhou kitchen, Bai Yutang gradually showed his hidden cooking skills. In this way, not only Zhou kitchen, but also Gu's long-term assistant in the kitchen became Bai Yutang's admirer, and even contributed a lot of faith to Bai Yutang.
But every time Bai Yutang looks at his cheap mouth, he can't help it. Is this man really convinced himself from the bottom of his heart?
After all, you worship me so much in your heart, and your mouth is so cheap. It's really puzzling.
After taking Zhou's recipe, Bai Yutang first looked at it, and then found out that the ancestor of Zhou's imperial chef might be the inventor of Sichuan cuisine!
Although the world's diet is more inclined to Huaiyang cuisine, Sichuan cuisine also occupies a place in the public taste. Just as Bai Yutang also has a little research on Sichuan cuisine, she helped Zhou kitchen perfect the Sichuan cuisine recipe by the way. After the perfection, she added several famous Sichuan dishes in the later generations.
Among them, she specially wrote an ancient method of extracting chili oil.
When she returned the recipe to Chou Chu, she heard a string of belief energy points reminded by the system, and her smile became more real.
At the moment of baiyutang, she never thought that her little action would become a famous folk Kitchen God.
And the person who has supervised Zhou kitchen, in the later generations, is directly changing teeth and reincarnating to enlighten Zhou kitchen.
"Thank you so much! Xiaoyu! I didn't expect that you really helped me recover this recipe! I think your master must have something to do with my ancestors! Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental
Zhou kitchen excited incoherent, miscellaneous workers in the side to see heart sour, said: "maybe you that imperial kitchen ancestor's disciple is Xiaoyu that master!"Bai Yutang wanted to say no, but no one believed what she said. After all, in order to win Zhou's trust, she had a master out of nothing.
If there is no master at this time, how to explain her excellent cooking skills? Think through the baiyutang, or quietly choose to shut up.
Just a little bit, baiyutang has enough faith energy points for mu Yunsheng's Yirong template. As long as you wait for a few days, all the problems will be solved!
However, after a few days, the accident happened in baiyutang.
To be exact, it was not baiyutang that had an accident, but mu Yunsheng who was lying on the bed.
"Are you the servant who takes care of the sick and the dead?" Zhao's mother frowned and asked Bai Yutang. She was wearing a dark blue Ru skirt. There was an obvious trace of time between her eyes and eyebrows. She looked at Bai Yutang with a very bad look. The disgust and malice in her eyes almost turned into substance and overflowed from the bottom of her eyes.
It seems that as long as she has something to do with Mu Yunsheng, Zhao's mother can't look at that person with the eyes of a normal person.
"It's me, madam."
Because Bai Yutang hasn't signed the contract of selling herself, she is just a long-term worker who signs the living contract. She doesn't have to call herself a slave. She can be regarded as a modest and unassuming reply.
"Has that woman changed in recent days? Are there any signs of improvement? "