Su Lezhen didn't expect that the old beggar was quite picky. He also ate the meat of the cook and said complimenting himself: "It's not bad, at my level, I can still have an intermediate chef."

The old beggar said disdainfully: "If you speak while standing, you don't have a back pain. You are a wild chef who has become a monk halfway through the journey, and you don't even have the level of helping the chef. This time, if you don't add oil, you must be afraid that the oil will be too heavy, so you dare not add oil. Put the cut pork into the pot and make it torture it. Relying on the heat of the iron pot, you can squeeze out the oil from the pork itself. This way, the oil is not heavy, but the meat is also dry and burnt, and the water inside is lost. The oil is degenerated during repeated frying, and it is difficult to melt the residue in the mouth. There is no soft and soft taste slowly coming from the aroma of the dried meat in the pot, and it fails!"

Su Le originally thought the old beggar was picky, but after hearing this comment, he immediately looked at the old beggar with admiration. Just from the old beggar's comment, you can see that the old man in front of him is definitely a food expert!

The old beggar then picked up the mushroom heart. After eating the mushroom, he frowned, but he barely swallowed it. He ate the heart again and spit out the heart again: "The mushroom is not fresh, but a water-like thing. It is a low-quality product before drying. After drying, the quality is naturally greatly reduced and it has become a low-quality product. However, the taste is still there. There is nothing wrong with the combination of the heart and the mushroom, but the heat is not well controlled. The heart is fried too much, and the water is mostly evaporated, and it is soft and glutinous in the mouth. There is no crisp texture of the heart. It fails! What's even more outrageous is that you didn't wash the heart clean, and there is still mud on it! The way to cook is not just frying and stir-frying. A chef can't even do something as simple as washing vegetables, so how can he make the vegetables well? Failure!"

Su Le said: "Old man, it seems that you are a master, why don't you try this fish?"

The old beggar glanced at the garlic-burning carp at the corner of his eyes, and he didn't even have the desire to pick up the chopsticks: "Don't you feel ashamed of making the garlic-burning fish like this? He even shamelessly asked me to taste it. You boy have such a thick skin. Although the dish of garlic-burning fish is ordinary, it is not easy to deal with. Putting aside the color, fragrance and smell, did you kill this fish?"

Su Le nodded.

The old beggar said, "You know how to remove the scales, dig the gills, remove the internal organs, and remove the fishy tendons, but why don't you remove the black membrane in the fish's belly?"

"This..." Su Le actually neglected such an important matter.

The old beggar said, "If this fish was bought by me for money, I will definitely guarantee that I will pick up the plate and put it on your forehead. When I see the black film, I will lose my appetite. You still let me taste it. What a fuck, are you going to test my stomach?"

Although the old beggar spoke indecently, Su Le was used to hearing his mother's swearing, not only did he not feel disgusted, but instead felt a little kind. Su Le said: "Old man, who can see this table of dishes is acceptable?"

The old beggar snorted and said, "Nothing is acceptable! But then again, for your sincerity, I will only eat something casually. I must be loving in life. Just treat me as a kind thing and give you some encouragement. Boy, will I pour me a glass of wine?"

Su Le got up and picked up the Mianzhu Daqu and sent it to the old beggar. Although it was useless to be refuted by the old beggar, Su Le did not feel any frustration. He understood that he had met a master today.

The old beggar picked up the wine glass and leaned against his lips, as if he remembered something: "Boy, are you drinking?"

Su Le smiled.

"Smile, how do you know how to laugh? I'm asking you."

Su Le smiled and said, "Don't people live in the world just to have fun? Do you know what is the happiest thing when you are so old?" Su Le took a cup, grabbed the bottle of Mianzhu and poured a cup by himself.

The old beggar said, "Oh, I actually passed the exam. I don't have so many happy things. I want to laugh, but I can't laugh."

Su Le said: "You are happy when you are poor, and you are happier the more you are poorer. According to this statement, you should always be happier than me."

The old beggar smashed a sip of wine, thought for a while, and laughed: "It's true that there is some truth. I've lived in my seventies, so why can't I even understand this truth?" He looked at Su Le and said, "Why don't you eat vegetables? Do you think that I, an old beggar, is too dirty and has no appetite for me?"

Su Le said: "Don't think too much about it. You don't look like a beggar at all. When I first met you, I thought you were an old cadre who visited me in private."

The old beggar fell down his wine glass: "The mouth is so sweet, boy, I am an old beggar. Beggars may not necessarily wear dirty clothes. Since ancient times, beggars have been divided into dirty clothes and clean clothes."

Su Le smiled and said, "You are always from the Clean Clothing Sect, you are from the Beggars' Sect!"

The old beggar laughed: "It's not like it!"

Su Le said: "Listen, how many bags of elders are you? Will the dog beater and the eighteen dragon-subduing palms?"

The old beggar suddenly turned his back: "I'm so cold? Will I have a relationship with you?"

Su Le's expression was a little awkward. How could this old beggar turn against him? But he still had a smile on his face: "Hehe, kidding, I'm joking."

The old beggar said, "How old am I? You, a furry child, are you kidding me. You are not my grandson. If it were my grandson, I would have to use a dog-beating stick to open your butt." He laughed himself as he spoke: "What's your name?"

"Su Le!"

"Su Le! Ask you for your personal information, do you recognize Sister Su San from Chunfeng Street?"

Su Le nodded and said, "Is that my mother?" After saying that, he regretted it. He had never seen his mother have any friends since he was a child, and creditors emerged one after another. What if this old beggar was her creditor?

The worst possibility happened after all. The old beggar took out a note from his arms and handed it to Su Le.

Su Le picked up the IOU, but saw it read: "I owe the old beggar a bowl of fried rice." There was no date on it, but his mother's signature was written by Su Sanjie.

Su Le was uneasy before seeing the IOU, but after seeing it, she immediately put it down. It was just a bowl of fried rice. The IOU was covered with greasy stains. Judging from the handwriting and signatures on it, it was indeed written by his mother.

Su Le said: "My mother has gone far away and will not be able to come back for a while." Seeing that it was just a bowl of fried rice, Su Le breathed a sigh of relief.

The old beggar said, "It doesn't matter. The mother has a debt and a son. Isn't you still there when she leaves? You can compensate me for her."

Su Le said: "There are so many dishes here, you can eat them casually, which should be worth the bowl of fried rice she owes you."

The old beggar was quite persistent. He shook his head and said, "The beggars have the bloodiness of beggars, and the beggars have the personality of beggars. She owes me egg fried rice, and of course she has to give me egg fried rice. Don't fool me with other things."

Su Le said: "Okay, my grandfather, I'll stir-fry a bowl of fried rice for you." Since he was a child, he didn't know how many portions of fried rice he had fried, and in his opinion, it was no difficulty at all.

The old beggar sneered: "You only have two brushes, but you still have to scramble eggs and fried rice for me? Although egg fried rice is ordinary, it is the most challenging for the chef's basic skills. Moreover, egg fried rice must be fried with overnight rice. The rice in your pot has just been steamed. Could it be that the old man, I, wait until tomorrow to eat it? I don't even understand some basic common sense. Forget it, I won't collect debts today, but the interest must be collected. You can stir-fry an egg for me!"

Su Le was happy as soon as he heard this. The first dish he learned in his life was scrambled eggs, and he made them almost every day, which was not a problem for him. Su Le drank a sip of wine, got up and went to the kitchen.

Su Le tied his apron, and the old beggar over there followed, standing at the door to watch his movements.

Su Le beat three eggs in the bowl, picked up the chopsticks and started to stir. He stirred very quickly. The egg liquid became a spiraling golden vortex in the bowl. The chopsticks in his hand slightly opened at 15 degrees, so that the egg liquid could be pulled into bundles. It seemed that there was life between the egg liquid and the bowl and chopsticks under Su Le's hands, flowing endlessly. The oil pan had been burned, and a layer of shiny film was attached to the pot. At this time, the egg liquid had already emitted a golden color and a very sticky texture.

Su Le's subordinate kept pouring an appropriate amount of salad oil into the pot. Seeing that the oil in the pot began to bubble densely, Su Le used chopsticks to beat the egg liquid into the pot. The egg liquid was like a golden ribbon, rolling and rushing between the pots and bowls, and like a river of Yangtze River that flowed thousands of miles. The green and white green onions and the delicate salt as snow entered the pot at the same time, and merged with the golden boiling egg liquid. Su Le's wrist shook slightly and solidified into

The shaped egg liquid rolled in an iron pan, and the oil soaked the surface of the egg liquid. Su Le made a stir-frying spoon and dropped the egg into the plate that had been prepared on the side. For a moment, the aroma of the kitchen was filled with fragrance, and the golden translucent scrambled eggs steamed, as if lingering in the mist, and the heat trembled slightly, showing that the egg was beyond ordinary tender texture. The green onion evenly spread on it was decorated with color just right, making people feel the appetite turbulent in their eyes.

The old beggar stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of scrambled egg and stuffed it into his mouth. The mouth was fragrant, tender, soft and smooth, delicate but not without elasticity. The old beggar's frown finally stretched out.

Su Le couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw the old beggar's expression, but unexpectedly the old beggar frowned again in a flash, and then spit out the eggs with a spit. The old beggar sighed: "Are you scrambled eggs or frying shit? Have you washed the pot? Did you use hot oil to warm the pot before beating the eggs? From beginning to end, your fire has not changed. The control of the fried spoon could originally compensate for your lack of heat, but the fried spoon only plays a role in scrambling the eggs for you. The eggs are unevenly beaten, don't look at ordinary

Fried eggs also require considerable skills. When beating eggs, you must pay attention to the use of wrist strength and balance. When chopsticks circling and hitting the egg liquid, you must make the chopsticks connected, the speed is appropriate, and you must rely on the feeling to completely blend the colloid inside the egg liquid into one. But you have not even done this most basic procedure well. No matter how well your process is done, you will still inevitably fail. I really don’t understand. You are so good at this level that you dare to open a restaurant, and you really don’t eat the dishes you cook!”

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