I am a Chef in the Modern Era

In the next few days, Lin Yiyi went to the restaurant of Lao Yangtou every day. The old Yangtou also liked the children who were not so versed but smart. Anything delicious would give Lin Biao a little bit of interest.

"Grandpa."

Lin Yiyi also went to the Xiqin restaurant this day, but the old Yangtou in the morning is still making the sauce of the noodles, cutting beef and pork belly.

There are not many kinds of old Yangtou in it, but it is only a dozen years of good food that is delicious.

"Is it a small idea, have you eaten?"

Lin Yiyi shook his head. In fact, he had no rice at home. He came to ask Lao Yangtou, how can he earn money, at least to earn money for dinner.

I heard that Lin Yiyi didn't eat, and the old Yangtou was not busy with the things at hand. From the back, a bowl of porridge and a piece of cake came out.

Porridge is a slender glutinous rice glutinous porridge, translucent and viscous, with its own sweetness.

The cake is a cake that is baked with the diced diced meat. The finely-fried pork belly is served with sautéed **** and sprinkled with some pepper powder. The surface is warm and watery. The simmering strips are rolled into the horizontal and flattened. Re-branded, each layer has a meat stuffing, the outside is crisp and full of mouthfuls, and the delicious ones can't wait to swallow their tongues.

Grandpa is a good person, and Lin Yiyi is simply clear.

"Grandpa..."

"Ok?"

"Do you know where you can make money?"

"Money?" Lao Yangtou turned back.

Lin Yiyi down his head, but some of them are not very funny. "There is no rice at home, and there is no money. I think I can go out and do something and earn some money back."

He knows that there are a lot of things that can make money in this place, but he doesn't know what he can do.

Old Yangtou obviously didn’t know that Lin’s life had been embarrassed to this point, and he thought that there was only one person left in his family. This is a good explanation. A 17-year-old child can do anything. ?

Old Yangtou couldn't think of it. His grandson had not gone out to work in his twenties. He didn't have a big county. He didn't know what Lin Biao could do, but he still wanted to help this child.

Lao Yangtou looked at the face in his hand and suddenly gave birth to a plan. "If you want to work for me in my shop, I will pay you every month."

His business in this store is not bad, and it is not a problem to feed one and a half children. Moreover, this child is also pleasing and diligent.

Lin Yiyi’s eyes lit up and then went dark. “I can’t help you with anything.”

In fact, Lao Yangtou didn’t care what Lin Biaoyi could do for him. It’s good to collect the dishes in the store. “Nothing, Grandpa’s shop doesn’t have any life, as long as you don’t give up grandfather’s Your salary is low."

Lin Yiyi finally felt the heart, he actually wants to stay here, after all, he is familiar with it.

Looking at the knife next to him, Lin Yiyi’s eyes are bright again. "I will cook, Grandpa, I will help you cook."

Old Yangtou suddenly remembered that he seemed to say that he would cook, but he didn’t believe it. Now, once again, the child said that he would cook, but he gave birth to a few points to tease him. thought.

"What kind of food will you do?"

Lin Biao thought about it, and then seriously said to the old Yangtou one by one, "I will make distiller's duck, glutinous rice balls, white pheasant, jade and quail eggs..."

The old Yangtou was stunned by Lin Biao’s thoughts, and then he laughed when he came back.

"There will be a lot of meetings. Where did you hear so many recipes? I have never heard of them."

Lin Biao thought, I have never heard of it is natural, because these are the town shop dishes of Furong House. He milled Song Yan for a long time and Song Yan promised to teach him, but he did not hear the unbelief in the old Yangtou.

When I went back in the evening, Lao Yangtou gave Lin Yiyi a bag of rice, and some meat. After all, Lin Yiyi was not in his shop all day long, and he couldn’t always call Lin Biao’s noodles every day. I don't believe that Lin Yiyi will do great things, but he also knows that according to Lin Yiyi's life experience, it is impossible for his grandson to reach out and open his mouth.

Back home, Lin Yiyi put rice and meat into the kitchen and lay down on the bed to think about things.

Since he wants to work in the restaurant of Lao Yangtou, he does not want to only help him collect the dishes. After all, if he is, he is also embarrassed to pay for the old Yangtou, but he must make money, he wants to be in this world. Standing and keeping your feet, money is essential.

He didn't want to know why he came to the world. He just wanted to know what the world was like? How can I live in this world?

With such an idea, Lin Yiyi slept in a stunned way.

When I woke up the next day, Lin Yiyi had an idea in his mind. He had to prove to Lao Yangtou that his dish was really good.

The meat given by the old Yangtou is still in the kitchen. It is a very good pork belly. It is only used when he cooks noodles.

Lin Yiyi intends to use it to make Dongpo meat.

But there is no flower carving, the essence of Dongpo meat is a good flower carving.

He knew that there should be a vase of flower carvings in the old Yangtou, but he didn't know if he was good, and he would always use it.

When he ran to borrow the Huadiao wine, Lao Yangtou was still busy. Although he didn't know what he was going to do, he told him to put a full bottle. Anyway, he didn't use it after he bought it. He wanted to know. What kind of dishes Lin Biao can make.

Not only borrowed the flower carving, but also borrowed a small casserole from the soup at home.

Dongpo meat took a long time and drummed for more than two hours at home. When the meat was rosy and soft, the house was full of rich meat. He remembered Song Yan’s saying when he was doing this dish. "Slowly, there is less water, and when it is full, it is beautiful."

Song Yan is very good at cooking. It is the best cook of Da Yan. He envied him at that time, but now he can also be a cook.

After the stew was steamed, it was still placed in the small casserole that was brought in. The things in his house were very simple, except for the necessary pots.

Full of a pot of meat, a lid can not stop its aroma, Lin Yiyi when he went to the end of the Xiqin restaurant, people along the way looked back at him, no, it was to see the casserole in his hand.

When I arrived at the store, there were too many people in the store. Lin Yiyi had a cover and the fragrance filled the whole small restaurant. Everyone’s eyes are seen there.

"What is this? Is it so sweet?"

"Is it, braised pork? It doesn't seem to be the same."

The old Yangtou was also attracted by the noise of the outside. When I saw the casserole in Lin Yiyi’s hand and the dull and fascinating meat inside, I couldn’t think that the child would really do it.

Lin Biao smiled and narrowed his eyes. He was only so happy when he was cooking. "Grandpa, you taste it."

Old Yangtou picked up the chopsticks, and everyone wanted to taste it.

So I just gave everyone a piece.

The entrance is instant, fragrant but not greasy, and the aftertaste is long.

This is probably the best meat that Lao Yangtou has ever eaten.

"Where are you buying this guy? I am going to get one."

Lin Yixiao chuckled, "I did."

This is not believed, mainly because most of these people have children at home, so big to say that this is to ask him to cook for himself, it is estimated that lazy hands will not do.

Lao Yangtou stood up with great satisfaction. "It’s what our family likes to do, how about? Good."

"It’s really what this kid is doing, but it’s really talented, old Yangtou, isn’t your small restaurant inherited? Your son doesn’t want it, or you just teach him this skill, lest you Your good craftsmanship is lost, and the children’s dishes are so good. If you do more next time, let’s say, we buy and eat.”

One person joked in general and said that everyone has reconciled, saying that the unintentional listeners are interested, and the old Yangtou looked at Lin Yiyi and recorded these words in his heart.

I smiled and answered everyone. "Oh, next time you want to eat, you can say, look at the small will not want to do it for you."