Chu Xijun should have regarded this place as her own kitchen. Without asking Su Le's consent, she chose a few vegetarian dishes from the vegetable rack. Su Le saw it clearly, including lettuce, carrots, white radish, bamboo shoots, potatoes, cabbage hearts, and mushrooms. After washing, cut them into strips about 10 cm long and about 3 cm wide. The knife method she used was the knife method, which turned the strips into wheat ear shapes, then washed the cabbage, picked up the kitchen knife and cut them into four petals, and then blanched them in water with other ingredients until half-cooked.

Peel and remove the tomatoes, cut them into four petals, take a large steaming bowl to cushion the net oil, separate the vegetarian dishes according to different colors, arrange them in the shape of a windmill along the shape of a plate, place the tomatoes in the middle, put water and mushrooms around them, put them on the net oil, put them in the cage, and steam them over high heat.

When Su Le's pig's trotters were ready to be served, Chu Xijun's dish was already steamed. She put the steamed bowl on the plate, removed the net oil, and used mushrooms and vegetables to carve the top shape. While steaming this dish, another pot used milk soup with salt, cooking wine, pepper, chicken oil, MSG, and water starch to form a thin starch. Drop the thin starch on the steamed dish, and a pleasing and refreshing and delicious Babao stew was completed.

Su Le never expected that the beauty in front of him was actually a cooking expert. He smiled and said, "Babao Sushi, a famous Sichuan dish. My sister's cooking skills are really amazing." Chu Xijun still ignored him, and Su Le couldn't help but feel bored. He took the pig's trotter and sent it out.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes when he smelled the scent of pig's trotters, took a breath and said, "I haven't smelled this smell for many years."

However, the little beggar's eyes were shiny: "I like to eat braised pig's trotters the most." The chopsticks were already picked up and they were clearly ready to have a feast.

Su Le put the pig's trotters on the table, and then Chu Xijun also walked out. Since the braised pig's trotters were served, the whole room was filled with a rich and tempting aroma of meat.

Chu Xijun then walked out, and the eight treasure stew in her hand emitted a faint fragrance, just like a clear stream. No matter how domineering the aroma of braised pig trotters, it could never hide the fragrance.

The middle-aged man's eyes slowly opened. His eyes did not look at the braised pork trotters, but he was staring at the eight treasure vegetarian stew on the table. The two dishes were placed on the table. The little beggar picked up a piece of pig trotters first, but the middle-aged man stretched his chopsticks to the eight treasure stew. After taking a bite of lettuce, a fragrance mixed with the smell of various vegetarian dishes poured into his lungs with his throat. The middle-aged man whispered: "You have grown up!"

Chu Xijun sat down opposite his father and whispered: "When you were in prison, I was fourteen years old. In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "It's been ten years, and I don't know what the outside world has become?"

Chu Xijun said: "The world in everyone's eyes is different, and you may not like the current world."

The middle-aged man poured a glass of wine into the wine glass, picked it up and said, "It feels so good to be free." Then he took a sip of the wine, closed his eyes intoxicatedly, quietly experiencing the wine sliding across his throat, feeling the fragrance spreading in his throat, as if sweet rains penetrated the dry and cracked land for many years, and the heat brought by the alcohol made his life that had been silent for many years begin to revive bit by bit.

Su Le brought the pork intestine that had just been fried. When he saw that the middle-aged man didn't even move a piece of pig's trotter, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. Could it be that the dish he made was so unbearable? The middle-aged man was not even willing to taste it?

The middle-aged man greeted Su Le and said, "Su Le, sit down and have a glass of wine with me." This accompanying word reveals the key point. Chu Xijun doesn't drink, and the little beggar doesn't drink. Drinking alone is always a bit lonely. Wine can cheer up and relieve worries, but people who really know how to drink often know how to share.

Su Le sat down, and the little beggar reached out his little black hand and grabbed the bottle and poured a glass of Su Le. Although he was very proactive and enthusiastic, his hand was still likely to affect others' appetite.

The little beggar was not aware of it and continued to chew on the pig's feet with relish. Fortunately, the middle-aged man didn't think it was, and his appetite seemed very good. Although Chu Xijun was cold, her expression did not show any disgust. She just sat there quietly, looking at her father quietly, and she seemed to treat the others as air.

The middle-aged man glanced at Su Le's arm: "Is there any problem with your arm?" Su Le had just blocked Zhuang Dafang with his hand, so he asked this question.

Su Le shook his head and smiled, "I have been rough since I was a child and I am particularly resistant to beating."

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded. Seeing that Su Le's arm was indeed scarred, he thought to himself that the kid's bones were very hard and could withstand the attack.

Su Le said: "Uncle, why don't you eat the dishes I cook? Isn't it delicious?"

The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head and said, "The dishes you cook are very mediocre, taste very fragrant, and must be delicious. I also want to eat them, but I have been in it for a long time and have been used to eating vegetarian dishes that are short of salt and oil. I just came out today. Although I really want to have a big meal, my stomach and intestines can't bear such greasiness, so I can only enjoy my eyes."

Only then did Su Le understand why middle-aged people don’t eat their own dishes.

The middle-aged man looked at Chu Xijun: "Xijun, you made this eight-treasure vegetarian stew for me, because I was considering my stomach and intestines and had no luck in eliminating these meat and fish, so I personally cooked this delicious dish for me. Although you didn't say it, you still care about me in your heart. My father's heart was very warm."

After hearing what the middle-aged man said, Su Le realized Chu Xijun's painstaking efforts. Although she looked cold on the surface and was like a passerby to her father, she cared about her father in her heart. Maybe she was like this by nature and was not good at expressing her feelings.

The little beggar threw the chewed bones on the table and said disdainfully: "Not that serious? Life is only a hundred years short. Why should you live so carefully? If you have to look at everything, be cautious, and don't even have the courage to chew a pig's feet, how can you face the next days?"

When the middle-aged man heard the little beggar's words, he couldn't help but laugh. He nodded and said, "Not bad! He actually had such an opinion at a young age, which is really good!"

The little beggar grinned at Chu Xijun and said, "I'll say it casually, sister, don't be angry. I just think it would be a pity if I don't eat such a good pig's feet."

After hearing what he said, the middle-aged man actually stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a red stew. It was oily and fragrant with the tip of his feet. He chewed it. The pig's trotter tasted mellow and smooth, and it was really delicious. He commented: "This pig's trotter is very good!"

Chu Xijun said, "I don't think so."

Su Le said: "I haven't eaten this sister before, how do you know the taste?"

Chu Xijun said: "Selecting ingredients is very important for cooking. If you want to stew the pork trotters that are crispy and not greasy, you must start from the selection of ingredients. The pig trotters you use should be the previous trotters, and it is best to use the tips of the feet all, because this part of the meat is rich in gum and has the least fat. There is a problem with your trotters themselves. Using one front hoof and one rear hoof is too greasy. And your pig trotters are taken out from the freezer, and the fresh texture is discounted. The reason why you choose braised instead of stewing is because you do not rely on a large amount of seasonings to suppress the fishy smell of the pig trotters themselves."

Although Su Le was a little dissatisfied, he had to admit that the cold beauty in front of him was definitely a food expert.

The middle-aged man said, "I think it's very good. For a hungry person, no color, fragrance and smell are important. The most important thing is to fill your stomach."

The little beggar nodded and said, "Uncle said it well, I agree!"

Su Le also took a bite of Babao Vegetarian Stew. After eating, he looked at Chu Xijun with a strange expression.

Chu Xijun felt that this kid's eyes were very terrible, and she could almost conclude that this kid must be thinking about something in his mind.

Su Le said: "The eight treasure stewed knife skills are really good!"

When Chu Xijun heard that he was praising himself, he felt relieved.

But Su Le immediately said: "I have the knife skills and the taste is good, but unfortunately the taste is a little worse."

Chu Xijun disagreed with Su Le’s evaluation: “What do you know?”

The little beggar followed him and took a bite of Babao Vegetarian Stew. He was not interested in vegetarian dishes. From the beginning, he held the pig's trotter and chewed it. But after eating Babao Vegetarian Stew, he felt that the taste was so delicious and refreshing. I wonder what Su Le meant by saying that the poor taste was.

Su Le said: "You are more powerful in this dish than knife skills, but the problem is also due to knife skills. It seems that you cut all kinds of vegetarian dishes into the same size and use knife skills to form wheat ears. Unfortunately, you have ignored the most basic common sense. All things have their own innateness, such as people have their own talents, and different ingredients have their same shapes, giving the same steaming time. This causes some of them to taste just right, some are too steamed, and some are obviously not cooked thoroughly. The lettuce is too rotten and loses its crispness, but the bamboo shoots are not in good condition. As for other ingredients, they also have their own problems. So I will give you 90% of the knife skills in this dish. Hehe, it is difficult to pass the test!"

Chu Xijun was not angry when she heard this. She looked at Su Le quietly. At first, she thought Su Le was deliberately provoking tricks, but after he finished speaking, she found that there was indeed some truth.

The middle-aged man took another bite of Babaosi stewed and smiled and said, "Xijun, I think it's good. I give 100 points to Babaosi braised pork trotters. These two things are even more delicious when combined."

The little beggar jerked and said, "You give 100 points because she is your daughter, and there must be someone in it."

The middle-aged man said: "Where are you giving a score?"

The little beggar's eyes turned: "I'm not a gourmet. I think the most important thing is to fill my stomach. No matter how well the food is cooked, you have to divide it. If you face a person who doesn't even have a slight appetite, even if your food can be scored 100 points, it will be just like dirt in front of him."

Chu Xijun looked at the little beggar coldly. This little beggar was not only dirty, but also said very vulgar.
Chapter completed!