I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

  Chapter 404 A trial to see ingenuity

  Hands up and down with a knife, shredded radishes are cut into long and thin slices, potatoes are carved out of flowers, and the thickness of the meat slices is the same.

  The tea cup scraped off the tea, and the hot air covered Pei Yuanxian's eyebrows, and he observed carefully through the water vapor.

  Such knife work can be done by most cooks. If someone who practices martial arts does it, there will be subtle internal strength and skills leaked, but this person does not have the slightest. This shows that either he has mastered the use of internal force, or he is a real trick.

   "How long have you practiced?" Pei Yuanxian asked.

  Shui Fei answered in a deep voice: "My ancestors were just poor people. They didn't have any special skills, but only good knife skills. I started practicing when the stove was as high as it was."

  Pei Yuanxian traveled extensively as a merchant and traveled to many places. This Shui Fei still spoke with a little Qinzhou accent, his identity really couldn't be truer.

   "Anything that has been achieved to the extreme is very remarkable." Baicaoshi praised it without hesitation, and made a final decision. "Very good, you have not insulted the signboard of Quanjufang, you can stay."

   Shui Fei glanced at Pei Yuanxian.

   An ordinary glance seems to contain a lot.

  Pei Yuanxian smiled, and looked at Baicaoshi with a doting smile, "Shishi said to stay, so let's stay."

   Shui Fei wasn't too happy, he just took a step back and returned to his seat in a low-key manner.

   "What about the next one, who will introduce it?" Baicaoshi asked.

   Walking up was a man in dusty clothes, unpretentious. But that face is thick-faced, born in Zhou Zheng. It's not very good at first glance, but when you look at it again, you can't move your eyes. When he spoke, everyone experienced another reversal. "When I was in Quanjufang, everyone called me 'chai fan' because I was a firewood burner."

  Baicaoshi was amused by the name, "Your name is 'Chai Mi'? Cai Mi, you are very similar to me. I also like small money."

   At that moment, Pei Yuanxian felt that the people who came didn't say anything, but they all seemed to have an understanding of Baicao poetry. Is it because Baicaoshi is the real shopkeeper of Quanjufang, so no matter whether the cook or the fireman, there are traces of Baicaoshi?

   "Then what's your real name?"

  The people who entered Zhuangzi were all selected by the elders, and they were the only third uncle Pei Yuanxian who was intact among the eight elders.

  The Eight Great Elders suffered heavy losses in this incident. Three of them died and four were seriously injured. This is definitely the worst experience for the Presbyterian Church.

  Pei Yuanxian didn't care about anything at all, but the assassin got into Zhuangzi that night, and it was Quanjufang who came, so he asked one more question.

  Chai Mi replied seriously: "Wangcai."

   Either Chai fans, or Wangcai, really fell into the eyes of money.

   "A firewood burner? Why did the people below even find a firewood burner?"

   Inexplicably, Pei Yuanxian was a little irritable, and he had doubts about what he said.

Chai Fan quit, probably felt that such a definition was unfair to him, and argued forcefully: "My lord, for any dish, the control of the heat is very important. High fire, medium fire, low fire, or Slow fire, different strength, different length of time, and different effects on food. I am the best at Quanjufang Qinzhou store."

  Pei Yuanxian vaguely understood why Quanjufang could make such a big name in just over a year. Not only the eccentric genius Baicaoshi, but also those who specialize in art.

   "How do you prove the degree of heat, such as the control of simmering fire?" Pei Yuanxian suddenly became interested and deliberately made things difficult.

  Bai Caoshi's bright eyes flowed, and now she has a guess in her heart, if Shui Fei is Zhe Yu, who is this chai fan. I think it's that person, but it's incredible. "Cooking later, it won't be too late for the regent to take the exam."

   Shui Fei looked around, and his eyes fell on the table, "Girl, sir, please borrow the candlestick and scissors."

  Pei Yuanxian defaulted.

   Shuifei took the candlestick, took out the fire pocket from his arms, and lit it. Only then did he pass the candlestick to Chai Fan.

  Chai Mi took it, looking at the candlelight with a focused expression. Then he picked up the scissors.

  His wrist is particularly flexible, and he only cuts a little wick each time, and the flame changes slightly. The halo emitted, within the range visible to the naked eye, gradually becomes smaller until "the wax torch turns to ashes and tears dry".

  The last flame was extinguished, and the chai fan put the candlestick back. From the beginning, it was calm and without waves, as if it had done the most ordinary thing.

   There was applause from Baicaoshi. "Is this the way you usually train? You not only have perseverance, but also ingenuity. I now feel that Quanjufang will grow bigger and bigger with your hands."

   As she spoke, she turned to look at Pei Yuanxian. "What do you say, Prince Regent?"

  Pei Yuanxian smiled.

  The last two people, both of them are in charge of cooking, are real chefs.

   "It seems that the finale is the last one. Since this is the case, can you start cooking? I'm hungry."

  Baicaoshi's eyes lit up, and she became a foodie in seconds.

   It is rare for Pei Yuanxian to see Baicaoshi so happy, and he is happy to follow her.

   There was smoke and fire in the kitchen, and the four of them cooperated seamlessly to cook a feast of medicinal food.

  When the dishes were served, Pei Yuanxian discovered that there was no Quanjufang's best signature dish - roast duck. He questioned.

The chef in charge of the spoon explained: "My lord, when your people found us, they specifically told us that they were cooking for the girl. The girl is sick and is not suitable for eating big fish and meat. These dishes are light, but they are also delicious. What Quanjufang is good at is exactly what Quanjufang has always advocated, 'don't eat, don't eat from time to time'. Seasonal fresh vegetables are the most nutritious."

   This conversation was impeccable, and most importantly, it fit the status of a chef.

  Pei Yuanxian originally thought that among the four people, Dunzi and the fire burner were the dominant ones. In this way, everyone has unique skills.

  His doubts were gradually dispelled.

   "Lord Regent, look, today's dishes are so bland and not to your liking, you'd better enjoy your small stove." Baicaoshi issued an order to evict guests.

  Pei Yuanxian rubbed his chin, "No, these dishes are the best at Quanjufang. I really want to try something new."

How could Baicaoshi be willing, "My lord regent, when people miss their hometown, they not only miss their hometown food, but also their hometown accent and local sentiment. I am very happy to see my fellow villagers today, and I want to have dinner with four fellow villagers. You don't mind, do you?" ?”

   Having talked about this, what else can Pei Yuanxian do, and went out with a gloomy face.

  Baicaoshi ate an Ansheng meal as she wished, although she didn't exchange a few words with a few people during the whole process.

  After they had finished their meal, a guard came to deliver an order: "By the order of the Regent, all of you will go up to the hall and set off. Also, girl, the Regent asked me to tell you that after Xu time, please go to his study, and the red sleeves will be more fragrant."

  When he said this, the guard's eyes were clearly looking at the cooks.

  (end of this chapter)