Starting from a thatched cottage, the farmer embarked on the road to wealth through imperial examina

After some refusal, Mr. Cai sat at the top seat of the octagonal table, Ye Xiaozheng sat at the bottom seat with Liang Jingcheng, Ye Changyan and Wulang sat at the left seat, and Lian and Erniu sat at the right seat.

Lu Tingfeng was unwilling to sit at the table, so Ye Changyan prepared some food for Lu Tingfeng and the coachman.

Then the table of seven people prepared to start eating.

"Oh, I forgot to buy some wine. Erniu, go to the village head's house and ask if he has any wine left. Pour some back and buy some wine another day and return it to me."

Although there was no meat on the table, Ye Xiaozheng was barely satisfied with the dishes on the table. But suddenly he remembered that there was no wine at home.

"It's okay, it's okay. I know your family's situation. I'll just eat vegetables today and not drink."

Seeing Erniu getting up and about to run outside, Mr. Cai quickly stopped her with a smile on his face.

"I'm so sorry. This is your first time coming to my house and I don't have any meat or fish to treat you, or even a bottle of wine. It's really rude!"

"With all the food on this table, how can it be considered impolite? You are too polite, brother."

When Ye Changyan heard this, he was surprised that Mr. Cai actually called his father "big brother". You should know that Mr. Cai is older than Ye Xiaozheng's father. It seems that they didn't chat in vain for half an afternoon.

It seemed that Mr. Cai was addressing the Ye family from Liang Jingcheng's perspective. After all, Liang Jingcheng was Mr. Cai's disciple, and Liang Jingcheng was the same age as Ye Changyan. This was enough to show that Mr. Cai was a kind and unpretentious old man, even though he once held a high position.

"Stop being polite."

Seeing his father and Mr. Cai exchanging pleasantries, he interrupted them and pointed to a plate in front of Mr. Cai.

"Mr. Cai, I heard that you like to eat leeks. I cut some and fried them with eggs. See if it suits your taste."

As he spoke, everyone waited expectantly for Mr. Cai to start the meal.

General Cai picked up the chopsticks, reached into the plate, picked up an egg wrapped with a few leeks, and then put it into his mouth under the expectant eyes of everyone.

"Mm, not bad. I can't chew it with my few teeth. The leeks are fresh and tender, and the eggs are smooth and tender. The taste is very delicious."

Mr. Cai nodded repeatedly, and when he saw everyone was looking at him, he quickly gestured to them.

"Come on, come on, everyone, pick up your chopsticks. If it gets cold, it will become fishy. We have to eat it while it's hot."

After saying that, everyone started to eat.

Liang Jingcheng picked up a piece of fried leek and egg with chopsticks, put it into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and savored it carefully.

"Teacher, our trip was not in vain. The leeks are fresh and crispy, and the eggs are smooth and fragrant. They are really good."

"Mr. Cai, the freshness of the ingredients often affects the taste and texture of the dishes to a great extent. Today, the leeks were cut from the field and served on the table in just over half an hour. You won't get such freshness in this restaurant."

After hearing what Ye Changyan said, both the teacher and the student nodded repeatedly, and then stretched out their chopsticks again.

"Mr. Cai, please try this. This is fried yam with black fungus. It is not only nutritious, but also has the health benefits of strengthening the spleen and stomach and moisturizing the intestines. I heard that your teachers and students have had a loss of appetite recently. This dish is perfect for you."

Ye Changyan was laughing secretly as he spoke. When Mr. Cai and Liang Jingcheng heard Ye Changyan mention his loss of appetite, they both blushed.

"This is the first time I've heard of this dish." Cai Lao and Liang Jingcheng both took some with their chopsticks. "Mm, it's crispy, tender and smooth, with a very good texture and a fresh fragrance. Not bad, not bad."

“This one is stir-fried beans…”

“This one is stir-fried lotus root cubes…”

"This one is lotus root slices mixed with red oil..."

Ye Changyan introduced the dishes on the table to the teacher and student one by one. Most of them, including the Ye family, had never heard of these dishes.

Although Wulang's fever had subsided, the redness and swelling of his lips had not completely subsided. Therefore, Ye Changyan would not let Wulang touch any spicy food, which made Wulang drool with greed.

Erniu held the bowl and ate quietly while everyone was talking, but was seen by Wulang who was looking at her with envy, and he almost cried because of the envy.

"Teacher, you must taste this lotus root. I personally went to the field to pick it for you."

When Liang Jingcheng saw that Ye Changyan finally introduced two dishes made with lotus root, the flattering expression on his face looked a little exaggerated, like a child seeking credit in front of Mr. Cai.

"Then I will have to taste the filial piety of my student."

Mr. Cai is old and his teeth are not very good, so Ye Changyan cut the lotus root cubes into very small pieces and the lotus root slices into very thin pieces to make it easier for the old man to digest.

"This lotus root cube is sour, spicy and refreshing, with a strong fragrance. These small cubes are also easy to digest. Not bad."

Seeing this, Liang Jingcheng smiled and saw Mr. Cai picking up lotus root slices again.

"This lotus root slice is crispy, tender and refreshing, with a refreshing fragrance, spicy and delicious, delicious!"

Everyone laughed happily when they heard Mr. Cai's praise.

Ye Changyan pointed to a bright red dish and introduced it.

"Mr. Cai, this is not a very authentic Mapo Tofu. First, it is missing the most important seasoning. This seasoning will have to wait until next year. Second, this dish is missing two taels of minced meat, so it is not very authentic. Please just try it as it is."

"Hiss, it's still a little hot. Mm, it tastes spicy, numbing, fresh, fragrant, and has a rich flavor. The texture is tender and smooth."

Mr. Cai looked intoxicated, then looked at Ye Changyan with some suspicion.

"Boy, are you sure this is not authentic?" Seeing Ye Changyan shaking his head, Old Cai looked expectant, "Then I am really looking forward to this authentic Mapo Tofu."

"Hahaha", everyone burst into laughter when they heard it, and then everyone picked up the spoon and scooped two spoonfuls. Wu Lang drooled at the sight.

Then I heard a lot of hissing sounds. The tofu was really hot, but the spiciness was really satisfying.

"Mr. Cai, here we have another dish of fish-flavored eggplant and tofu and egg drop soup. You can try them too."

When Mr. Cai heard this, his eyes widened. What was the name of the dish in the corner that the boy from the Ye family just mentioned?

Liang Jingcheng knew that the dish was made of eggplant, but he didn’t expect that the name of the dish was fish-flavored eggplant. Does it taste the same as fish-flavored shredded pork?

“You just said, what’s the name of that dish?”

“Fish-flavored eggplant.”

"Come, come, let me try it."

Then Mr. Cai and Liang Jingcheng both stretched out their chopsticks, picked up a piece of eggplant and put it into their mouths.

Even though it was still a little hot, the teacher and student both had intoxicated expressions on their faces.

“Is this really made of eggplant?”

Mr. Cai couldn't believe it. Before Ye Changyan could answer, Liang Jingcheng answered first.

"Teacher, yes, this is made of eggplant. I picked the eggplant myself and watched Ye Changyan put it in the pot."

Mr. Cai stretched out his chopsticks again, picked up a piece of eggplant, and ate it with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

This made everyone in the Ye family very curious about how delicious the eggplant could be, so everyone reached out their chopsticks to pick it up.

Wu Lang put the eggplant into his mouth, chewed it for a few times, then swallowed it with a slurp, and quickly reached out for his chopsticks.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Ye Changyan thought that this dish of fish-flavored eggplant was indeed suitable for all ages.

Ye Xiaozheng and Lian were both wondering where Sanlang's cooking skills came from. The Ye family scholar, who had never touched a single finger before, had shown a talent for cooking since moving, which shocked everyone in the Ye family.

This vegetarian feast was a feast for the eyes of Mr. Cai and Liang Jingcheng, the teacher and student. They could never have imagined that vegetarian dishes could be even more delicious than meat dishes.

I saw Mr. Cai asking Ye Changyan with a smile.

"Boy, why is it that even though Sister Yun learned the same dish from you, it looks almost the same, but the taste is totally different?"