Chapter 457

When Li Fandao came back, no one found that he was abnormal, even though he seemed to be depressed a lot, but he never was?

"Brother Dao, you're back!" The guard said warmly.

Li's condition is not very good. He smiles and walks towards the backyard of the canteen.

"Strange, brother Dao is not like this at ordinary times!" That guard is also slightly strange. Brother Dao is polite to everyone. Even these guards smile and say hello.

When I'm in a good mood, I will pass one or two cigarettes with enough flavor. How can I look a little cold today? It seems that I love and ignore them.

The guard didn't care. Instead, he read the tabloid on the table. He didn't notice that Li Kuangdao's back was rickety and his steps were also faltering.

At the moment, Han Fei is lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. He also opens his eyes when he hears Li Kuangdao's footsteps.

"Why have you been out so long? Listen to your erratic steps. I think you just went to that shampoo shop and were squeezed dry, right Han Fei called and asked.

Li Kuangdao was just laughing. Then he went to the table and took out a bottle of high-level liquor. Although this place is a little too far away, the supply channel is very wild. If you change to those regular supermarkets, you can't buy so many high-level liquor.

"Look, you're not going out for three days?" Han Fei said with a smile, then opened a bottle of Maotai puree and took a sip.

Mellow taste is something that has been around for years. I didn't expect that such a good wine could be found in such a small place. It's probably because Li Kuangdao bought it himself. Otherwise, if you were a fresh face, you would not be able to buy the blended new wine from Maotai bottle.

"Take a seat first, brother. I'll go to the kitchen." Li Kuangdao said, without waiting for Han Fei to talk to him, he turned around and walked towards the kitchen. After a while, a voice came from inside.

Listening to the short, powerful and rhythmic impact of the kitchen knife and chopping board, we can hear that Li Kuangdao's knife work is quite up to the end. An excellent cook may not be proficient in knife work, but he is definitely a top cook.

Han Fei is also looking forward to it. The more people like Li Kuangdao become interested in something, the more serious it is.

Take Fang pangzi for example. He is always doing nothing wrong in daily life. But he has no idea when he is interested in piano. In a short period of two years, he is out of control. Tickets for every performance are hard to get, and there are almost all kinds of skin color audiences.

Maybe Li Fandao's cooking skills are also hidden in the market. He may not be able to taste it in other places. Otherwise, he would not choose to come back and open fire on his own. It's just a matter of casual play to find a star hotel.

The sound in the kitchen is quite rhythmic. Listening to it, it gives people a unique melody beauty. Han Fei can't help but go to the door of the kitchen to observe it. Li Kuangdao in the kitchen sweeps away his previous decadence, and faintly feels a sharp sense of returning to the peak period.

"Brother, don't be surprised if you are idle. Help to cook the rice. The rice is in the bag behind the door." Li crazy knife opens a way.

Han Fei laughed: "it's not easy to get a bite of rice from you! Well, as a great man said, do it yourself and have enough food and clothing. But then, when did you form a bad habit of drinking and eating

When Han Fei said that, he also took the inner liner of the rice cooker and walked behind the door. The whole person also seemed relaxed.

In the past, he helped Qingxue cook their breakfast, and the dinner was cooked by Lin Keke himself. I remember that the last time I cooked was three years ago, and now it's a long time ago.

"Brother, don't be ignorant. I'm not telling you that my fallacy is the best rice. You may not be able to eat it in other places." Li Kuangdao laughed, then coughed faintly and wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"You're kidding me. Rice is rice. What's the top saying? No matter how expensive it is, can it still sell meat?" Han Fei joked, then opened the rice bag ready to scoop rice, it was found inside the rice bowl with a beautiful style of small bowl.

Han Fei doesn't have much research on antiques, but he feels that this bowl seems to be famous. If it's really beautiful, it's more beautiful than the set of tableware sold in the supermarket.

"Brother, take it easy. There are few blue and white porcelain treasures handed down from generation to generation. As soon as you shake your hand, my business will be in vain." Li crazy knife opens a way.

Han Fei felt strange in his heart when he heard that Li Kuangdao didn't have to make fun of himself. Compared with Lin Keke's millions of vases, Li Kuangdao's indifference is hard to accept.

"At least it's something handed down from generation to generation. One bad thing is less than one. It's too outrageous for you to use it to scoop rice, isn't it?" Han Fei opened his mouth and said that he still picked up a small blue and white porcelain bowl and loaded it three times.

It's worth mentioning that the rice looks really good. It smells a faint fragrance, but it's not as mysterious as Li Kuangdao said.

Li Kuangdao said with a faint smile: "I have such a big place here. I can't buy a safe specially for this bowl."

Han Fei thinks that first of all, putting rice in the bag can at least guard against theft. It is estimated that there are few people with such a big heart except Li Kuangdao.

Li Kuangdao said faintly: "although my kitchen is not big, it contains the most top ingredients. The rice you scoop now is the legendary Xiangshui rice. It was the authentic imperial food hundreds of years ago.

Apart from me, I'm afraid that the chef in the Great Hall of the people can be a little reluctant to cook. Few people I've met and even fewer people have eaten. "

As Li said, he threw three eggs into the air. The copper spoon glided through a twinkling arc in the air. Three balls of egg white were spinning in the copper spoon at high speed, and the yolk fell into the garbage can on the ground with the eggshell.

Han Fei is also a little convinced about Li Kuangdao's style. He is a good cook. He will not starve to death wherever he goes.

Although Han Fei didn't understand the ingredients, he knew a lot about the miscellaneous things. Although he saw Xiangshui rice for the first time, he had heard about it for a long time.

Because of the special climate and temperature, the yield of Xiangshui rice is only two mu. From planting to weeding and fertilizing, it is completely artificial without any mechanical equipment.

Because of this, Xiangshui rice has become one of the special offerings. Compared with Dahongpao, it's a few grades lower. At least Han Fei hasn't seen it in Lin Keke's home. Li Kuangdao has a wide way to get this 50 Jin bag.

"The rice is so good, you don't have any eggs in your hand, do you?" Han Fei turned on the tap and began to panning rice, which was a joke.

Li Hongdao raised his eyebrows and said, "brother, you have good eyesight! You've heard of Kobe beef. The annual output is just a little bit, but the self production and self marketing is not enough. But the total number of Kobe beef restaurants in China is enough to scare people.

My eggs are absolutely healthy. Compared with Kobe beef, my breeding level is the same. First, I choose high-quality breeding eggs. I give the hens the most suitable natural sunshine and temperature every day. I listen to the most top soothing music in the world.

After the chicks are hatched, the best chicks are selected by hand and carefully raised. A full-time breeder only serves ten chicks, and nutrition experts make decisions from diet to work and rest.

Although an egg is not so big, the whole hen bought in the market is not as expensive as this one. To be honest, the chicken is much better than the chicken. "

Han Fei can't help twitching when he hears these words. Originally, he thought Li Kuangdao's words were a little boastful. Now, maybe he really told the truth.

If you don't have excellent cooking skills, you can't control the rice and eggs.

The whole kitchen is so big, and the origin of oil and salt is also frightening. If the chicken essence had not been marked with a "Tai Tai le" brand, I'm sure Li Kuangdao would have said a lot about the origin of the bandits.

Two big men are busy in the kitchen together. It makes people feel strange, but the scene is very harmonious. When Li Kuang is holding the knife, Han Fei is peeling two heads of garlic. After the ginger and scallion sections are cut, a cod is already in the oil pan.

"It's not easy to have a meal. Come on, there's nothing to help." Han Fei said.

"No, we'll have dinner in half an hour." When Li said that, he put the wrapped tin paper sheep stick into the microwave oven, and then grabbed the frying pan to pour the fragrant oil on the oysters. The overflowing fragrance made people move their fingers.

There are no special spices, just the condiments used in the family can outline such a flavor. Li Kuangdao's research on eating is also quite up to standard. Compared with those star chefs on the God of food column, the star chefs flavoring with all kinds of spices in soup are many times better.

"If you have a chance to let coco learn how to cook, I'm afraid I'm not used to eating other dishes in the future." Han Fei said to himself.

Han Fei said it from the bottom of his heart before, but Li Kuangdao is a man with a story after all. Even though he seems to be hiding in the market now, he still carries on his private work in the circle. Obviously, there is still some obsession in his heart.

When he makes up his mind to let go of everything and go to the seaside, maybe it will be ten or even twenty years later, or at that time, his heart will be more than enough and his strength will not be enough.

No one of them can say what will happen tomorrow. Just as I said before, we must have a good time when we are satisfied with our life. We must have a good time when we are drunk!

The boss is like this, so is Li crazy Dao. This is the most direct way for a real man to express his feelings.

Li Kuangdao is almost busy now. He picks up a big white radish and carves something. He hesitates a little. Then he turns to Han Fei and says, "brother, seriously, if I have a chance in the future, I'd like to open a restaurant and try to be a cook. If you are interested, I'll run to the seaside and run to you."