When Su Le returned to his residence, it was ten minutes later than the agreed time of Zhu Laoer. Zhu Laoer naturally didn't give him any good face because of his unpunctuality. Su Le leaned over with shamelessness: "Master, let me reveal a good news to you."

Zhu Lao Er pinched the cigarette butt that was almost finished sucking, took a sip, and then spit out a sip of thick smoke, ignoring his intention at all.

Su Le said: "I discovered a business opportunity. The canteen of the welfare home is publicly asking for rent from the public. The conditions and environment there are good. When I encounter such a good thing, I think of you, Master."

Zhu Laoer pressed the cigarette's butt into the ashtray, crossed his legs, and crossed his yellow fingers on his knees: "Kneel down!"

Su Le said with a bitter face: "Master, it's too old-fashioned!"

"Kneel down, the king calls the minister to die, the minister has to die, the father calls the son to die, the son has to die, the son has to die, the kneel down!"

Su Le sighed and knelt down on the side, muttering: "There is still gold under the man's knees. How many pieces of gold should I throw out when I kneel is so extravagant."

Zhu Laoer narrowed his eyes and said, "It is actually the rule of our master. I have my skills in cooking and my master. You have been in my sect for twenty days. I have not taught you formal cooking. It’s not that you don’t want to teach you, but because your basic skills have not yet reached it."

When Su Le heard that Zhu Laoer was finally willing to teach him how to cook, he couldn't help but feel happy.

Zhu Laoer said: "Although you are still far from my requirements now, tomorrow is the game period, and we can only make it."

Su Le said: "Master, you don't have to pay too much attention to the results of the game. Don't be under ideological pressure. Let's make trouble for the first and second games. As long as you can knock Shen Yingnan off the horse, it will be considered a victory."

Zhu Laoer said: "That's right, you are shameless, and I still care about my own face."

Su Le blinked and said, "Master, we can't curse people casually! Pay attention to quality, pay attention to quality!"

Zhu Lao Er raised his foot and kicked him on the butt: "Tell you a shitty quality, get up and go into the kitchen."

Zhu Laoer's kitchen is very small, and it seems quite cramped when they stand inside. Zhu Laoer said: "I asked you to practice knife skills. Others think I asked you to make the fried three-fried dish, because this dish was originally taught by my master. In this dish, I can indeed be better than the blue ones, not because of how smart my cooking skills are, but because of my knife skills. I can cut the ingredients very thinly and want to make the ingredients crisp. The key is not only the characteristics of the food itself. The knife method can change the moisture content of the ingredients. Using the knife in my hand, you can control the moisture rich in the ingredients to the minimum, and then use the appropriate oil temperature to quickly dehydrate the ingredients, so that we can achieve the crispy effect we want."

Su Le nodded.

Zhu Laoer said: "I have let you practice sword skills for so long, and in the end I am serving tomorrow's game. The reason why I chose to teach you how to cook now is because when any chef cooks a dish best, it is often when he just masters the cooking method. Once he is fully familiar with the cooking method, he will easily move into a routine mode. Although he is very skilled, he will ignore the most important point - care. Cooking is like being a beauty. It is always amazing at the beginning, but later you will feel more and more dull. This is why the same dish is worse than once when you cook the same person."

Su Le said: "That's because you haven't seen a real beauty before."

Zhu Laoer said: "I'm not educated when bullying me. You young people often say that behind every beautiful woman there is a man who wants to vomit?"

Su Le opened his mouth wide: "Master, you are so vulgar."

Zhu Laoer grinned and said, "Big vulgarity is elegance, and the words are rough but not rough. Boy, I will be very energetic. I will teach you a homemade dish. Can you help me with your breath tomorrow? I will all rely on this dish."

On the third day of July, just after nine o'clock in the morning, the Yanxi Hall on Dongting Old Street showed unprecedented excitement. One luxury car after another stopped in the parking lot in front of the door. The chef of the Yanxi Hall, Cao Shusheng, was wearing a white satin Chinese short shirt and gray trousers. He stood in front of the door to welcome guests. He was also accompanied by Miao Suiyi's third disciple Qian Guisheng.

There are five disciples in the life of the Southwest chef god Miao Suiyi. The eldest disciple Chen Wantang, the second disciple Zhu Dacheng, the third disciple Qian Guisheng, the fourth disciple Liang Zaibo, and the fifth disciple Mao Guoyuan. The fourth elder Liang Zaibo once served as the chef of Yanxi Hall after Miao Suiyi passed away. He died of illness ten years ago. Chen Wantang and Zhu Dacheng had gone their separate ways twenty years ago. The third disciple Qian Guisheng is now the general manager in the Nanwu Municipal Government. He is the only one among these disciples who have embarked on the career path and have completely left the ranks of chefs. The fifth disciple Mao Guoyuan serves as the chef at Bailuyuan Resort in Anyuan City. This time he also drove specifically from Anyuan.

As for Cao Shusheng, who is now the chef of Yanxi Hall and in charge of the kitchen, is not Miao Suiyi's official disciple, so on today's occasion, he seems very low-key. Even when he welcomes guests, he will be consciously behind Qian Guisheng.

Qian Guisheng served in the municipal government in one move. After all, he was used to the scenes, so he greeted the guests from all over the world with a smile.

The first one to arrive was Ma Deliang, the chairman of the Nanwu Cooking Federation, the foodie Ma Deliang, Qian Guisheng and him were also old friends. Seeing Ma Deliang's black Regal just stopped, they had already met him. When Ma Deliang came out of the car, he shook hands enthusiastically and said, "Brother Deliang, you came so early!"

Ma Deliang was fifty-two years old and well maintained, with a silver basin and a rosy face. He shook hands with Qian Guisheng and said, "The disciples of the Yanxi Palace competed in cooking. It is really the prosperous era of Nanwu catering industry. Of course I want to come. Haha, where is my precious niece? Today I came to cheer her up."

There is another relationship between Ma Deliang and Qian Guisheng. The two are future children and in-laws. Now Qian Guisheng's daughter Qian Xiaohong is in love with Ma Deliang's son Ma Yuantao, and the wedding has been put on the agenda.

Cao Shusheng came over to greet Ma Deliang. There are basically no one in the catering industry in Nancy who didn’t know Ma Deliang. Cao Shusheng privately believed that Ma Deliang would definitely be biased towards Qian Xiaohong. There were actually no strict standards in the cooking competition. Although the levels of these disciples were uneven, the gap was not too big. Such favors accounted for a considerable factor in it. All the disciples wanted to get the master’s cloud-cutting sword, and Cao Shusheng was no exception. As the chef of the Yanxi Hall, he did not master the three most famous dishes that Master had most famous during his lifetime. This is not a great regret. It’s a pity that today The cooking competition was conducted in the descendants of the master's four formal disciples. He was excluded from the beginning. Thinking of this, Cao Shusheng couldn't help but feel a little unfair. After the master and the fourth senior brother passed away one after another, Yan Xitang was immediately in a state of no leader. At that time, the eldest senior brother Chen Wantang was unknown, but the second senior brother Zhu Laoer refused the invitation from his master's wife. As for the third senior brother Qian Guisheng, his mind was no longer above cooking skills, so he naturally was reluctant to give up his career and future. The fifth senior brother Mao Guoyuan also said that he could not come if he had something to do. The fundamental reason was that he felt that the salary given by the master's wife was too low.

Only Cao Shu gritted his teeth and carried the burden of Yan Xitang. Although he was not officially admitted to Miao Suiyi, he had been studying with Miao Suiyi for twelve years. Psychologically, he was already Miao Suiyi's apprentice. When Miao Suiyi died, he also wore mourning clothes and kept guarding all night. Although Yan Xitang failed to carry forward in his hands, he has always maintained normal operation. Over the years, he has worked hard, right? His master's wife Qi Cuiting used to say that Cao Shusheng was not at all different from other disciples, and that he also said that in her heart, Cao Shusheng was closer to Cao Shusheng. Now it seems that they are all lies, just lies she used to win people's hearts.

A gray Passat and the Regal stopped side by side and got out of the car. An old man in his sixties was Xie Yun'an, the leader of the Yun'an branch of the thief door. He was still wearing reading glasses and his gray and sparse hair was neatly combed. The driver was his nephew and deputy Xie Zhongliang, who was also one of the outstanding figures of Xiaodaohui's newly rising.

Xie Zhongliang locked the car, carried a black suitcase, and followed his uncle closely.

As soon as Xie Yunan got off the car, he saw a black Bentley driving from a distance. Because the car was so eye-catching that it attracted everyone's attention as soon as it appeared. So Xie Yunan's appearance was a little dull.
Chapter completed!