"Wow, Second Senior Brother, you are too dark!" Qian Hu's words attracted everyone's attention. He originally thought that Second Senior Brother Qian Hu was the worst at these.

But who would have thought that Qian Hu had secretly gotten in love with Chen Nian on his back?

They went back noisily and took their own bowls and came to the kitchen.

"Master Sun, what are you going to eat today?" Qian Hu asked coldly, his voice like a big bell, and the dust on the eaves seemed to fall off a layer of gray.

"Muju meat is three kinds of sausage." Sun Fuquan said, just like he fell in love with Chen Nian at first sight. When he came here to cook, he quickly fell in love with the atmosphere here in a few days.

Because Chen San opened a martial arts hall, the disciples in it were all outrageously fed, and most of them were children from poor families, so they didn’t choose much when it comes to eating.

What's more, Sun Fuquan's cooking is delicious.

So every time he saw these people stewing rice bowls as big as a washbasin, he felt a little relieved.

The greatest respect for a chef is not to praise him for his delicious food after dinner, but to be reflected in his actions during meals.

"Muzhu meat? Three kinds of thirsty? Master Sun, you have invested a lot of money!" said the senior brother Tang Dechun.

But Sun Fuquan shook his head: "It's not that I spent a lot of money, but that's the Third Master who spent a lot of money. For you guys, the Third Master has eaten up every month by you."

"Haha, thank you, thank you, and thank you Master Sun and Master Chen." Qian Hu said with a silly smile after hearing this, "Let's start dinner quickly, my senior brother is so hungry."

What he said was that he was so hungry, but the name he brought out was Tang Dechun.

"Go and go, if you are hungry, you will be hungry. What do you do?" Tang Dechun raised his big palm-shaped slap in anger and gave Qian Hu a slap in his big head.

"Senior Brother, what do you mean? If you are not hungry, I will ask Master Sun to call me your share."

"Then you can try it, see if Master Sun gives it to you."

Just as the eldest and second brothers were quarreling, the others were also making noises beside them.

It can be seen that the relationship between these brothers is very good, but in other words, people say they are brothers in this era, but in fact they eat, drink, defecate, practice, and sleep together every day. They have long been kissing like brothers.

"It's a pity that there is no wine, otherwise I would have to put two pounds in good condition today." Qian Hu said regretfully.

"I still want to drink when practicing qigong? Be careful of Master's fire stick." Tang Dechun reminded from the side.

Qian Hu stopped talking when he heard the word "Fire Stick". He still remembers the power of the Fire Stick. Two years ago, he made a mistake and fought with others outside because of some things, breaking his nose and knocking his teeth out of half of his mouth.

Later, Chen San came forward to settle the matter, but after he came back, Chen San personally picked up the fire stick and gave Qian Hu ten moves.

After the fight, Qian Hu didn't get out of the ground for half a month.

"Forget it, stop drinking, the porridge is delicious, Master Chen, give me a big bowl of porridge, it's thick!"

Seeing this, Chen Nian nodded.

The porridge here is actually made of millet, which is called millet porridge in many places, but in some northern regions, rice porridge, millet porridge, and black rice porridge are collectively called porridge.

But the specific name is rice porridge, millet porridge and black rice porridge.

Chen Nian took the bowl that was bigger than his face, then turned the spoon around the bottom of the pot, then took two spoons of porridge and put them into the bowl.

There was a light layer of rice oil floating above the yellow rice porridge. It was so thick that it could only be seen on the surface. When gently stirring, a light layer of whirlpool would appear on the surface of the golden rice soup.

The ancients said that when you see water, you don’t see rice, and when you see rice, you don’t see water, you don’t see water. They are not porridge. The combination of rice and water, and the combination of softness and greasiness is called porridge.

Master Sun has lived in the north all his life and is very good at making millet porridge. Not only Master Sun, but most people living in the north can't even expose the pot as long as they are not poor, they will inevitably have a deep affection for millet porridge.

Chen Nian alone knew that in the past, there would be a bowl of millet porridge at home, and would otherwise be in a state of great difficulty.

After Qian Hu took the bowl, he first blew on the surface and then sucked it around the edge of the bowl.

Finally, he let out a long sigh: "Ah...beautiful!"

However, the other party's big bearded man looked a bit vulgar with this expression.

"Come on, come on, I'll go here to make porridge first. I'll bring the dishes out for you later. Today's dishes will be eaten." Chen Nian stood in front of the big iron pot and greeted.

Soon, everyone lined up.

When Chen Nian saw that they were queuing up based on seniority, although it was not that absolute, the ones standing at the end were the lowest seniority.

Seeing this, Chen Nian felt thoughtful. Every time he was in full, he would stir it up a spoonful of thick ones below, and then a spoonful of thin ones from the middle.

This will ensure that everyone's bowl of porridge is similar, otherwise the first one will be too thick and there will be no left of rice grains at the back, so that it will not be porridge, but rice soup.

Of course, if anyone likes to drink thin rice soup, aged will also meet his requirements.

After the rice soup was almost done, they started to cook vegetables in the pot. There were two pots of vegetables on one table, one pot filled with wood-bearded meat, and the other pot filled with Laobao San.

Make sure everyone can eat enough, even if they eat a little more, they cannot be hungry.

They took out the dish one after another, and as soon as they were placed on the table, everyone began to flock.

Each person was eating the dishes with chopsticks.

Shen San and his wife don’t come to the kitchen. They are cooked every day and then brought out after Sun Fuquan takes them out.

But others still have to do it themselves.

When Agedan put the vegetable bowl on this table, he found that half of the porridge in Qianhu's bowl had been drunk.

When the food is served on the table, the master and his wife will take action first. Only after the master and his wife have taken action can they start to move their chopsticks. This is also the etiquette on the dining table, which shows respect for the master.

Shen San grabbed a piece of lung and ate it into his mouth and nodded with satisfaction: "Master Sun's craftsmanship is very good. It will be beneficial for you to learn more from him here."

"I know Master San, I will learn from Master Sun here." Chen Nian said respectfully.

Shen San nodded with satisfaction, and he also felt that Chen Nian was a malleable talent.

Then Chen Nian raised his head and saw that Qian Hu had already started to act. He picked up a large chopstick and put it in the porridge. Chen Nian frowned.

But he didn't know what to say, but Qian Hu didn't notice the old gaze. After putting these waist flowers and pig lungs into the bowl, he stirred them. After watching the soup turn into the color of thick oily red sauce, he picked up the bowl and started to scratch it towards his mouth.

I ate and drank a big gulp.

Although this combination is not very recognized by the age of age, I have to say that Qian Hu is indeed delicious when eating.

If Qian Hu lived in later generations, it would be very good to have a live broadcast.

The only thing that is the only drawback is that Qian Hu had some soup on his beard after drinking it.

Chen Nian looked at it and wanted to go up and wipe it for him.

But after thinking about it, it would be better to forget it. The so-called "unseeing" is not upset. Chen Nian said hello to Shen San before turning back to the kitchen to continue serving the dishes.

After serving the dishes outside, Chen Nian returned to the kitchen. At this time, Sun Fuquan had already served two more dishes, one plate of wood-bearded meat, and the other plate of old three, and they were placed there.

Then he took out a small wine jar from a corner of the kitchen and said, "Come and drink less, today's food will be served."

Chen Nian nodded.

Then Sun Fuquan took out two small wine cups from somewhere, one placed in front of him and the other placed in front of Agedun.

This cup is about half a tael, and it doesn’t have much pressure to drink it in old age.

After sitting down, he served two bowls of millet porridge for himself and Master Sun. After Master Sun moved the chopsticks, Chen Nian couldn't wait to extend the chopsticks to the wooden beard meat beside him and picked up an egg.

After entering the mouth, there is no fishy smell of the egg, but it has a little refreshing smell, but the unique fragrance of the egg begins to emit after chewing.

Since Sun Fuquan did not have too many steps when processing the eggs, this bite of egg is very fresh and tender.

This is a light-tasting dish, so it tastes particularly tender and smooth when eaten in the old age, but even so, this dish is quite a meal.

Bamboo slices, daylily, cucumber, fungus... Each side dish retains its crispy texture, and a crisp sound is particularly obvious when chewing it, which means that the moisture inside is retained to a great extent.

It's like aged food is cooking vegetables.

If the heat is overcooked, there will be no crunchy feeling, it will become soft and will greatly reduce the taste.

The meat in the wood-bearded meat has also been carefully processed, tender, elastic, and completely weak.

"Come on, let's have a drink. You've just been here for a few days, but I can guarantee you that you can definitely stay here. Think about you, someone beat you up outside, come back and shout, dozens of fellow brothers will go out to avenge you." Master Sun said and ran into Chen Nian.

Aged picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"Hiss...huh..." A sip of wine came out, "This wine is quite spicy and energetic!"

Master Sun smiled proudly when he heard Chen Nian's comment: "That's not, what's the point of drinking wine without irritation? I don't have to drink it even if I don't have a throat twitch!"

"That's true!" Chen Nian said, picking up a chopstick and always bursting it. It happened that the chopsticks contained waist flowers, lung slices and meat.

Put them into your mouth together, and the strong sauce and garlic flavor actually covered the wine flavor!

After the change of the waist, each gap is covered with sauce. After one bite, the sauce bursts in the mouth. In addition, the waist flower itself has a crispy texture, which is very chewy. Every time you chew it, juice bursts out.

This sip is a bit different from the one I tasted the dishes just now. Because I took a sip of wine, this sip was always full of sip, and even made the old man taste like a world of martial arts.

Although these internal organs cannot be used on the table at many large banquets, they cannot be managed by the people.

This dish was made by Sun Fuquan, which was worthy of so many preparations.

He had just taken a sip of wine, but when this sip fell, Chen Nian couldn't help but pick up the wine glass again: "Master Sun, I'm tribute to you. In the future, Master Sun will need to give me more tips here."

"Haha, it's easy to say. When you first came, I saw that you were smart enough. Now I find that your skills are good. I must teach you well. When I was young, I was not as smart as you.

Now that I am old, I can still speak, and I can teach you everything I know. In the past, I thought it doesn’t matter whether this craft is passed on or not. Anyway, I won’t have anyone to know, but now I find that it feels good to be a teacher to others.”

After Sun Fuqian finished speaking, he took a sip of the wine in the glass again, but his words made Chen Nian immediately capture the key point.

In an instant, he left the small stool with a jingle and then knelt on the kitchen floor and gave a solemn gift.
To be continued...