The farmhouse restaurant of the dandy young master

Xie Yanxing hurried over, Ma Dadong's house was already surrounded by water, even the people who built the house in the backyard stopped what they were doing, and watched with great interest, but they all kept quiet tacitly.

In the yard, both Huaxi and Tian Dazhuang were concentrating on carefully carving the tofu in the water basin with the carving knife in their hands, removing the excess with incomparable precision with each knife, and picking it out.

Tian Dazhuang's technique? Skillful, it seems that in less than a quarter of an hour, a peony flower emerged vividly, which attracted the applause of many onlookers around.

Tian Dazhuang raised his chin triumphantly, and squinted at Huaxi.

Huaxi was not affected in the slightest, and concentrated on the carving in his hands, as if under his hands was not a piece of tofu, but a piece of uncut jade.

The look of disdain and disdain in his eyes was instantly replaced by shock when he saw the lifelike fat baby in Huaxi's palm. Tian Dazhu's eyes widened in disbelief.

So straight to see the high and low.

"Impossible, impossible."

"Is there anything impossible? If Young Master Xi didn't have that ability, how could he cook the gourmet food that is popular in the capital? I think you are like an egg hitting a stone, not self-sufficient. Now that your skills are not as good as others, you still don't kowtow to Master Xi to admit your mistake. "Relying on her fat body, Wang forced her way in, her face full of uncontrollable excitement and righteous indignation.Can you climb up with that brat in Huaxi? It depends on this opportunity.

Although the old house pretended to use Ma Menger to help them as a bond with the Zhang family, but Ma Menger had been here for so many days, not only did she not help the old house get benefits.What's more for nothing? If you set up a labor force, isn't that losing your wife and losing your army?

"If you lose, you lose. It's no big deal. But what's the matter with you here? It's your turn to train people." Aunt Tian protected her son behind her, blocking most of the unkind eyes for her son. At this time, Tian Dazhuang Still staring at the fat tofu doll in a daze, he could not accept the reality for a while and came back to his senses.

The Wang family, who is full of life and vigor, is not too much? Rang, it is necessary to earn face at this time, "Why can't I say it, Tian Dazhu is standing in the yard of my second uncle's house. You bully my younger brother and sister because they are soft-tempered and dare not talk to each other? You care about it, as the Ma family's sister-in-law, I will stand up for them."

It wasn't a big deal in the first place, but Wang's self-righteous approach made Aunt Tian immediately adjust to a combat state.

"Fart, what's in your heart? Little Jiujiu who doesn't know. People love you? Don't piss and take a good look at yourself. What kind of thing are you? You really use yourself as a dish."

Just when Wang was about to reply angrily, someone in the crowd shouted, "Lizheng is here."

"What are you all doing in other people's houses, and what you should do." Before seeing the person, he listened to his voice first, and finished these two sentences with a rough voice, and the villagers consciously gave up a path leading directly into the courtyard. On the small road?, I saw Xie Yan's burly figure.

On the way here, the messenger had simply told Xie Yan the ins and outs. As soon as he entered the yard, he directly confronted Tian Dazhuang, who was a bit out of his wits.

"Not convinced yet?"

Tian Dazhuang looked away from the fat baby in a daze, "How is it possible? I, I have practiced for ten years to carve flowers."

After finishing speaking, Tian Dazhuang looked at Huaxi who was always calm and natural.

Huaxi shrugged his shoulders, he didn't even bother to ask this question, Nangong Rongjin, whose eyes stopped at the side, was always paying attention to him not to pass away his newly made knife.

"Hey, what are you doing staring at my knife?" Shouldn't he be more surprised by his own work?Why are you interested in knives instead?

"So many knives...can be used?" In Nangong Rongjin's knowledge, there seems to be only one kind of kitchen knife in the kitchen, and he has never seen so many knives of this style.

He picked up one of the dagger-like knives, "Is this also a knife?"

Hua Xi hastily snatched his knife back from his hand and put it back into the knife case, for fear that the other party would not return it to him if he got angry.

"It's a paring knife. Each knife has its own use. Of course, they can all be used. You can't play his idea."

Seeing Hua Xi's intimate tone with a man wearing a mask, Xie Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he no longer had the patience to deal with Tian Dazhu and the others.

"It's the old man's decision. If you don't accept it, come to the old man. I will accompany you."

On Tian Dazhuang's body? No more? The previous arrogant arrogance, looking sullenly and sadly? Xie Yan, was dragged away by Aunt Tian.

The rest of the people saw that there was no excitement to watch, so they all dispersed with interest.

Mrs. Wang wanted to take the opportunity to get close to Huaxi, but she was going there, and she couldn't move forward, so she could only grit her teeth and leave angrily.

After a while, people almost left.All that was left was work.

Xiang'er was restrained by Mrs. Liu, and she didn't dare to move around. Now that she was free, she couldn't wait to lean in front of the carved tofu, full of love and admiration, "Uncle Xi, you are really amazing."

Ma Qing'er also reluctantly looked away from the knife that Huaxi had taken away, and looked at the fat baby again, her eyes were full of surprise.

"Uncle Xi, when you catch the first week, you grab the needles, and you can't go wrong with the job at hand." It took Zhang a long time to recover, showing an old mother's complacent look. .

Hearing Mrs. Zhang's words, Huaxi's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he said in his heart that the core has been changed, and the silver needle has been changed to a kitchen knife, is it okay?

"Young Master Xi, your hand is really like this. I really gained my knowledge today." Xie Yan leaned over generously, stretched out his thumb, and raised his eyebrows at Nangong Rongjin seemingly casually.

"I haven't seen this brother before, what's his name?"

Nangong Rongjin glanced at him indifferently, without speaking.

Fearing that the atmosphere would suddenly calm down, Huaxi took the initiative to take up the topic, and said casually: "It's my creditor, the title doesn't matter? It doesn't matter."

"Creditors?"

"I'm hungry."

After the two men spoke in unison, there was a meaningful spark in the collision of each other's eyes.

If you say you are a creditor, do you really think you are your own creditor?

Huaxi pressed his brows with a headache, "Got it." Counting the days, the preserved egg should be about the same today? It's ready.

"Huaxi, have you borrowed money from an underground bank?" Xie Yan's expression became serious in an instant, and he looked at Nangong Rongjin with guarded eyes.After all, when he heard the word creditor, the first thing he thought of was the underground bank.Could it be that Huaxi borrowed money from underground banks in order to expand his business?

"You've got a big brain, don't worry, there's nothing wrong with it. If you're not in a hurry to go back, try new products." Huaxi shook his head amusedly, and added another word by the way.

But Nangong Rongjin's ears felt a little uncomfortable when he heard this.

Although he had doubts about the identity of the masked man, but Huaxi said no, then he believed him, and then looked at Huaxi with a smile on his face, "New? Product? Then I will not be polite."

Huaxi: When have you ever been polite?

"You two just sit here." Hua Xi gestured casually, and then walked towards the cellar entrance. Ma Qing'er glanced twice from a distance. The two big men in the arbor followed closely? Hua Xi's footsteps .

"Are they going to stay here for supper?"

"Don't keep it, just let them try the preserved eggs. Is there any leftover rice porridge from the morning in the pot?" He happened to be hungry too, so he made a pot of preserved eggs and lean meat porridge to solve everything together.

Ma Qing'er hummed and turned back to the kitchen.

Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Liu who had already returned to the kitchen peeked into the yard through the crack of the door, which made Ma Menger's curiosity even stronger.

The whole family has already learned about the identity of Nangong Rongjin's "creditor" from Ma Qing'er, but Ma Meng'er still doesn't know.

Seeing them acting sneaky, she couldn't help but also leaned on the crack of the door and looked out. After looking for a long time, she only saw Li Zhenghe? A man wearing a mask, but she didn't see anything fancy.

It wasn't until Ma Qing'er walked towards the kitchen that they pretended to be nonchalant about what to do.

Mrs. Zhang asked curiously: "Brother Qing'er, what did the young master say he was going to do?"

Ma Qing'er: "He wants to try preserved eggs."

Mrs. Liu recalled that Huaxi mentioned the egg wrapped in soil, which is the name, "It's ready to eat? Will there be a new product tomorrow?" On the day the cellar was dug, Huaxi asked someone to put it in All the preserved eggs in his house were moved to the cellar, and a big basket of new ones was made every day.Plus? The cellar is almost full of those big boxes of ice.

Everyone seems to have thought of Huaxi's ability to move. If it is done one moment, it can be sold out the next moment.

After a while, Huaxi came in with a small basket of preserved eggs made of quail.

Because of the novelty, several people started to wash off the wrapped mud and carefully peeled off the skin, revealing the dark green egg white inside, and you can see the obvious pine flowers, which are elastic by hand.They didn't smell the previous fragrance, and everyone subconsciously put it in front of their noses and smelled it. It was a strange smell that couldn't be described.

Huaxi couldn't help laughing when he saw that they wanted to eat but didn't dare to put their mouths down. He took the lead in throwing one into his mouth, "You can eat it directly, mix it cold, and make porridge with it."

Cool and refreshing, fragrant but not greasy, delicious.

That's right, it's this flavor.

Seeing Huaxi eating with satisfaction, everyone put the little preserved egg into their mouths without hesitation.

At first they were not used to it, but after chewing for a while, they found that the preserved egg became more fragrant with endless aftertaste.

Eyes narrowed one by one, "It's delicious, it's delicious."

"It's so amazing. It tasted a bit strange at first, but after eating it, it was very fragrant and not greasy at all. Mr. Xi, how did you come up with this idea?" Ma Menger gradually became more courageous when she helped Mrs. Zhang. She's grown up a lot, at least when she is asked to eat again, she is no longer restrained and embarrassing.

After finishing speaking, I realized that I seemed to be in a hurry, so I hurriedly tried to make up for it, "No, no, I didn't mean to inquire about the secret recipe, just, I just think that Xi Shao is very powerful and has a lot of? ideas?."

He couldn't tell her that these were the wisdom and experience accumulated by the predecessors, right?Simply smiled and did not speak.Let Ma Qing'er heat the porridge, then cut the preserved eggs in half and put them into the pot.

Open another pot, heat the oil, chop the pork and stir-fry for a while, then pour it into the porridge pot.

Even the few people who had already had their fill at noon all showed salivating expressions.The scent of the preserved egg and the rice blend together wonderfully, and the scent it emits is simply wonderful.

They just cook it if they want to eat it. This pot of Huaxi is to feed themselves and the two outside.

So, Huaxi walked in front with a plate of sliced ​​preserved eggs, and three pairs of bowls and spoons, and Ma Qinger walked behind him with a rice cooker.

"I kept you waiting for a long time, this time it's preserved egg porridge and preserved egg."

One word from Huaxi broke the weird quiet atmosphere between the two.

"Are you sure this egg isn't broken?" Nangong Rongjin stared at the plate of preserved eggs, hesitantly picked up the chopsticks and put them down again.

Xie Yan scoffed? He snorted, picked up the chopsticks without hesitation and picked up a piece of preserved egg, showing his incomparable trust in Huaxi.

Nangong Rongjin's brows twitched several times when he was stimulated by Xie Yan's actions.

"The most important thing about cooking is hygiene. If you give dirty or broken food to diners, you are not qualified to be a chef." Huaxi didn't care about Nangong Rongjin's concerns. His reaction was normal, and Huaxi didn't care. Nothing wrong with it.

Without knowing preserved eggs, anyone who sees them will be suspicious, especially ancient people.

So, it is right to be cautious.

He just didn't expect Xie Yan to trust himself so unconditionally...