Chapter 338

"I'm sorry to bother you to do it." Don't scratch your head, just smile.

"Nothing! "I often do these things at home." Song Yinuo walked over with a smile and bent over to pick fresh vegetables with Lao mo.

After seeing Lao Mo's way of picking vegetables, song Yinuo finally knew why it was not open to the public.

Lao Mo picks fresh vegetables, which are the most tender part. 90% of the materials of a vegetable are discarded.

Although there are a lot of dishes in this large vegetable garden, only a few of them can really enter Lao Mo's menu.

Even if Lao Mo hasn't started cooking, song Yinuo can already think of the taste of the food. How can the food not taste good when he treats people who are so picky about the ingredients?

With the help of song Yinuo, Lao Mo quickly prepared the ingredients and took a few ingredients to the kitchen to clean them. Song Yinuo also squatted down to help.

"Does Mr. Qin often come here?" Song Yinuo talks with Lao Mo while washing vegetables.

Lao Mo tilted his head to think about it, shook his head and said: "he doesn't come often. He should be very busy. Sometimes he comes once a half month or so, sometimes he comes only once a month or so. It seems that he has come nearly two months this time."

"Ah?" Song Yinuo opened his eyes and asked, "are you the only one here when he doesn't come?"

Qin Zongheng paid a lot of money to buy this piece of land, and specially invited Lao Mo, the Royal chef. But he didn't come here once every ten days and a half months. It's really a luxury. In other words, Qin Zongheng really enjoys it.

Lao Mo nodded and said, "anyway, I have no children. I'll be here for the elderly. Don't say, I've been here for more than ten years, but I'm getting stronger and stronger."

"You've been here for more than ten years!" Song Yinuo sighed.

"Yes, it's been ten years." Lao Mo picked up the washed vegetables and said as he cut them.

Song Yinuo also stood up from the ground, looked at Lao Mo, who was skilled in cutting vegetables, and asked, "does Mr. Qin usually come here to eat and fish?"

"Well, most of the time." Although Lao Mo was chatting with song Yinuo, his hand didn't stop. He cut vegetables and said: "sometimes he would sit by the lake and do nothing, just staring at the lake in a daze. Sometimes he would take a boat to go boating on the lake. Anyway, I think Mr. Qin is a very special Well, yes, it's a very special person. "

In fact, he wanted to say that Qin Zongheng was a very strange person, but thinking that Qin Zongheng was very kind to himself on weekdays, he changed it into "special".

"You mean to say that he is a very strange person..." Song Yinuo covered his mouth and chuckled, exposing Lao Mo's idea.

Hearing song Yinuo's words, Lao Mo smiles with embarrassment. His face is slightly red. Maybe he thinks it's not proper to slander Qin Zongheng behind his back.

He really thinks that Qin Zongheng is a very strange person. He spends so much money in this place, but seldom patronizes here. Sometimes he is in a daze for a whole day. Several times, when he is boating, Qin Zongheng is singing a tune he can't understand.

He asked Qin Zongheng what he sang. Qin Zongheng said that it was Kunqu Opera, and that was his favorite Kunqu Opera.

Lao Mo's knife work is very skilled, while he talks with song Yinuo, but his hand moves like flowing water, and he cuts the vegetables quickly.

"Miss Song, the kitchen is very smoky. Don't smoke you. Would you like to sit outside first?" At a glance, Mo saw that song Yinuo was the kind of lady from a rich family. Out of kindness, he planned to let her stay away from the kitchen for a while.

Song Yinuo waved his hand and said with a smile: "it's OK. I'm used to it. In fact, I want to steal a teacher from Uncle mo

Since Lao Mo is the chef of Qin Zongheng, his skill is certainly not bad. Song Yinuo thinks that he may learn how to make some new dishes in Lao Mo, and then make them for his beloved man.

"Ha ha, I don't want to steal teachers." Lao Mo said with a smile: "as long as you are willing to learn, I will not hide."

He has no children. He doesn't know who to pass on this cooking skill to. It's a good thing that someone is willing to learn from him.

One of them is willing to learn and the other is willing to teach. The kitchen full of cooking fumes becomes a place for teaching.

After a while, Qin Zongheng and Xu Shaotang also came to the kitchen. Qin Zongheng was carrying a golden wild carp of about three Jin in his hand, while Xu Shaotang was holding two lobsters in his hand!

"Ha ha, there are lobsters?" Lao Mo happily took the lobster from Xu Shaotang and said with a smile, "today you are blessed."

"Then you have to show all your skills." Qin Zongheng said to Xu Shaotang, "let's leave the kitchen to them. How about going out with me?"

"Well, that's exactly what I want to say." Xu Shaotang said with a smile: "for me, this kitchen is much more terrible than the battlefield. Ha ha!"

As they talk, they walk out to the kitchen. When they get to the lake, Qin Zongheng gently caresses the green willow branches, looks at the lake which is wrinkled by the wind, and feels the feeling of the spring breeze. His face is full of enjoyment."Don't tell me, it's a good place." Xu Shaotang squatted beside the water, picked up a handful of clear water from the lake and poured it into his mouth. The entrance was slightly sweet, like a sweet spring.

Qin Zongheng sniffed the fragrance of willow shoots and joked, "do you know this place is good now? After you have tasted Lao Mo's craftsmanship, you will think this place is better! "

"Ha ha, I can't wait to taste Lao Mo's craftsmanship when you say that." Xu Shaotang stood up, closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the feeling of the spring breeze, "I have to say, you really can enjoy it! I'm going to find a place like this to provide for the aged in the future... "

Clear water, blue sky, green willow fragrance, quiet and elegant, is a good place for the elderly.

"How old are you? You start to think about providing for the aged..."

Qin Zongheng was about to tease Xu Shaotang for a few words when a burst of babbling voice suddenly sounded across the lake.

"When Qiujiang looks at it, he is afraid to look at the lonely awning. This parting gives birth to a kind of suffering. Hate split in an instant, only for the heart, eyes, blood flow to my fragrant muscle also. Hate that wild horizontal river, cut off the silver river, cut off my spring old cuckoo.... "

The singing is graceful and sad, just like a woman crying, which makes her heart ache.

With that sound, Qin Zongheng, who gently supported the green willow, suddenly felt like being struck by lightning. His palm was so stunned that he stopped in the air. The smile on his face had disappeared long ago, and the tears in his eyes were like breaking a dike