Chapter 902

But Xia Xiaoran also knows that it's wishful thinking, crossing is empty handed to empty handed back.

If the task can't be finished, I'll have to stay in this damned place all my life. There's no Internet, no computer, no TV, no stage and long lens. It's a place that will take people's lives.

Xia Xiaoran rubbed his forehead and his head ached.

Uncle Ding, the waiter, rushed over and yelled in a high voice: "is jiuzhuan's large intestine better than sweet and sour carp? The guests are impatient!"

"All right, here it is!" Chef Hao takes a dish with one hand and hands it to Uncle Ding.

Uncle Ding twirled lightly and trotted all the way down the corridor to the front hall.

The kitchen is busy.

Xia Xiaoran cut a lot, the wrist is about to break, the kitchen knife is really heavy. Also cut a lot of things: pork, mutton, fish, prawns, squid

Du Junshu ran around, busy with nothing more than moving firewood, transporting firewood, burning a fire and removing ashes.

Chef Hao, on the other hand, is a master. He is very skilled, and it doesn't take long to pick up a dish. It's just that the dishes ordered by the guests are very mixed, not only Shandong cuisine, but also many others.

Xia Xiaoran not only cuts and matches, but also widens her eyes. Once it's Shandong cuisine that comes out of chef Hao's pot, she will give some advice.

After all, compared with modern Shandong cuisine, Shandong cuisine at that time was not completely mature. Xia Xiaoran could always give some advice to the cuisine at that time according to the Shandong cuisine he had tasted.

Chef Hao is not a stubborn autistic person. He is willing to accept Xia Xiaoran's advice. Or he thinks she's right.

Unknowingly, the setting sun falls in through the paper window.

After finishing the last dish, chef Hao took a long breath, wiped the sweat stains on his fat forehead, took off his apron and hung it on the carved wooden pendant, saying, "it's too late. I have something to do. I'll go first."

He was evasive, like a ghost, and in a hurry, impatient.

"What did he do?" Xia Xiaoran looks at the fat figure of chef Hao, and can't help asking.

"Let's have a private meeting with Miss Liu." Du Jun said with a smile.

Xia Xiaoran was stunned, and could not help asking Du Junshu: "Miss Liu, what kind of person is she? Does she like chef Hao, too? "

"Do you like it? It's just that her father is a moneybag. He only knows money. He has a fat daughter in his family, but he wants to sell her at the price of a lady. He has to ask chef Hao to take out a hundred taels of broken silver. " Du Junshu sighed: "if there is a hundred taels of broken silver, it is enough to marry a girl who looks like a fairy."

"It's not easy for chef Hao!" Xia Xiaoran sighed.

It seems that no matter in ancient times or in modern times, it costs money to marry a daughter-in-law

Du Junshu stood up from the firewood pile, patted the soil on his body and said, "it's late. Let's go home, too."

Back to that small house, Xia Xiaoran really couldn't get excited anyway.

She sat up from the bench and fell back. The bench was very hard and her butt hurt.

Standing for a day, the arms are exerting again, which almost makes people collapse.

"I'll carry you." Du Jun's calligraphy, and to Xia Xiaoran in front of the back over the body to squat down.

Xia Xiaoran didn't plan to trouble the boy, but he was too tired. He thought that he had to go so far back, and he didn't even want to live.

With a wooden face, she got up and lay on Du Junshu.

Du Junshu got up, side of the head, said to Xia Xiaoran: "well, I want to start running!"

Although he said that, he didn't rush to dingweilou in the early morning. He walked and stopped on the road. Although he came, he was very happy.

Should say not to say, the boy's back is very comfortable, let Xia Xiaoran can't help but want to sleep.

"Here we are." Du Jun wrote.

Xia Xiaoran opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a dilapidated yard made of adobe. In the yard, there was a well. Facing north and south, it was a low house.

Xia Xiaoran doesn't remember here.

"Where is this?" Xia Xiaoran asked subconsciously.

"It's my home!" Du Junshu put Xia Xiaoran down, put his hand on Xia Xiaoran's head and said, "are you sick? You feel strange today. "

"No Xia Xiaoran raised his hand subconsciously: "I'm just... Just too tired. Yes, it's your home, it's your home... But, what did you bring me back to your home for? "

Taking advantage of the girls to go home in a daze, it was really popular in the Qing Dynasty.

Xia Xiaoran but met super many times, not nervous at all.

"I said I would make you something delicious!" Du Junshu snapped his fingers and said with pride: "I learned it from chef Hao. Please come into the room with me first. Wait for me for a moment, and the hot dishes will come out soon!"

Xia Xiaoran is pulled into the room by the indisputable.

This room is not much bigger than the one when she first came to the world. It's just more scholarly. The floor is paved with bluestone, a simple hazel bed, a square table and two benches.

On the square table are the inkstones and pens, as well as several stacks of books. Xia Xiaoran sat down on the bench and casually took out a yellow thread book. It was an Analects of Confucius. When he opened it, it was full of complex characters, not even punctuation marks. Xia Xiaoran's head was very big. Du Junshu is busy in and out of the house, and there is a jingling sound outside. Xia Xiaoran is bored and spreads out the books one by one, all of which are the annotations of the four books and five classics. It's probably used by the number one scholar. Du Junshu, is he going to be the number one scholar? It's just a mess of a restaurant. There's such a big dream. Xia Xiaoran was a little surprised. Du Junshu had been busy in the yard for half an hour before he brought in two dishes. Fried double crispy soup and egg soup with ginger sauce. Fried double crispy soup looks light in color. Pork tripe and chicken gizzard are white in color powder. The taste is mellow and imaginative. Ginger egg soup with a faint cream yellow, egg white and ginger juice mixed together, taste light, but can stimulate appetite“ Have a taste? I wrote it down with great care. As you know, chef Hao cooks very fast. " Du Junshu slightly raised his chin, a little complacent attitude. Xia Xiaoran scooped the soup with a spoon and fried it with double crisps. The texture of the mouth is crisp and tender. It tastes like fresh bamboo shoots, but the taste is meaty and meaty. Although the mouth is a little old and hard at the end due to the heat, it's the first time to make it. It's really rare“ It's delicious. " Xia Xiaoran gave a relatively high evaluation, put down the spoon, frowned and asked: "are you learning from chef hao?"“ It is Du Jun was so happy that he couldn't help but say, "what? I also have a gift for cooking, don't I? "“ These are all Shandong cuisine. Are there many dishes of Shandong cuisine? " Xia Xiaoran's mind is also full of ideas related to the task, so he can't help asking more. Du Jun nodded and said: "of course, Shandong cuisine is extensive and profound, and there are many different styles. In terms of cooking techniques, there are also many other cuisines. It can be said that you can take the advantages of hundreds of cuisines to become one family's words... These are what chef Hao told me. He worked as a cook in a Lu restaurant before, and of course he knows a lot about it. Xia Xiaoran, Are you also interested in Shandong cuisine? "