Gu Qing recalled for a moment and remembered what the smell was. It turned out to be the soap bean fragrance that Xu Guru had used. He thought that the soap bean was of excellent quality and the fragrance was clear and distant. Unexpectedly, after two years, he smelled it again.

After a while, Gu Qing found a hair in the room, which was obviously left by a woman.

"Just just now, the old Taoist said that the house was lived in by the little princess of the Nanwang Mansion. The princess of the Nanwang Mansion was surnamed Xu. It seems that Xu Gugu really came from the Xu family in Yunzhou. The soapcorn on her body is also a specialty of the royal mansion?"

Although Xu Qingteng had once mingled into the royal palace, the little princess was always covered with a veil and was not seen at any time, so Xu Qingteng did not find any opportunity to contact him.

He seduced the little princess's personal maid, and he had the intention of taking this opportunity to get close to the little princess.

But it failed in the end.

Gu Qing couldn't help feeling ashamed when he thought of Xu Guru. He really helped him, but unfortunately he broke his promise. When the matter of the Nine-Ru Club was settled, he would go and inquire about Xu Guru's situation, at least to find out whether she died.

Soon Gu Qing dissipated his emotions, and soon Mingjing sent a can of eggplant.

"This is the master who made dinner for Mr. Gu. Please try it."

Mingjing took out a pair of bamboo chopsticks.

Gu Qing opened the jar and used bamboo chopsticks to squeeze some entrances. After a while, he smiled and said, "You go back and ask your master, I will make this eggplant for him tomorrow, how about it?"

Mingjing scratched his head and said, "I'll go back and ask the master."

Gu Qing nodded.

Mingjing left and came back soon. He said, "Master promised that he would prepare all the ingredients. He will not make this dish tomorrow morning. Mr. Gu woke up and cooked it directly."

Gu Qing smiled and said, "Okay, put the jars in the kitchen together."

Mingjing said: "This eggplant is not easy to make. Does the young master really know? Why don't you keep the jar and think about it?"

Gu Qingran said, "No need, please help me seal it. I will use it as breakfast tomorrow. This is my agreement with your master. I will eat what he makes and what he makes."

Mingjing replied: "The master has told me that he said Mr. Gu is a master and asked me to serve you well. If you can get your advice from half of your words, you will benefit you for the rest of your life."

Gu Qing smiled and said, "You go back and tell your master that I will give him some advice, and he can also use it to guide you in the future. I don't care about these."

Mingjing: "..."

He thought to himself, "Young Master Gu's tone is so strong. No matter how powerful he is, he looks young, and from his tone, he seems to be much better than his master."

But Taoist Master Yixin told Mingjing that he must respect Master Gu very much and not be negligent at all. Therefore, Mingjing did not dare to refute it. After a moment of silence, he replied slowly: "Mr. Gu, I'm reporting to Master, you can rest early."

Gu Qing gave him the jar and asked Mingjing to take away the bamboo chopsticks.

He slept with peace of mind, which was particularly sweet, and seemed to have a traceless spring dream. When Gu Qing woke up, he found that his chest was a little wet. It turned out that the little crow drooled on him.

Gu Qing threw the little thing out and found that there was already hot water and dry towels outside the door. It was Mingjing who prepared it for him.

After he washed up, Mingjing came over to see Gu Qing.

"Young Master Gu, are you going to the kitchen?"

"Let's go."

A clear mirror leads the way, walks through several winding paths, passes by Sanliang Temple, and finally arrives at the kitchen of Fulong Temple.

The kitchen has complete materials, which is not inferior to the imperial chefs.

Seeing this, Gu Qing smiled and found an eggplant, peeled the skin with a kitchen knife, leaving only the clean meat, cut it into pieces, and fryed it in chicken oil. Then, use chicken breast meat and fragrant mushrooms, new bamboo shoots, mushrooms, five-spice dried fruits, cut them into diced pieces, simmered in chicken soup, and then cooked the sesame oil, and then mixed with fermented oil, and then made the eggplant from last night.

After he made it, Taoist Yixin was outside the door and sighed: "I didn't expect you to really know how to make eggplant."

Gu Qing smiled and said, "Try it."

He took out the jar last night and then used bamboo chopsticks to put it into his mouth.

Taoist Yixin walked in and tasted the eggplant made by Gu Qing. After careful consideration, he said, "I see that your method is the same as mine, and there is no other ingredients added. Why do I think the taste you make is better than mine."

Gu Qing said: "Do you want to know?"

Taoist Master Yixin hesitated and said, "I think about it myself."

Gu Qingran said: "Anyway, you will still ask me in three days, whatever you want."

At noon, Taoist Master Yixin made fried tofu brain for Gu Qing, and it was half a month old to sink into the river. At night, he made vinegar and vegetarian yellow croaker and whipped bamboo shoots.

The next day, I made famous vegetarian dishes such as Luohanzhai.

But no matter how complicated the dishes Master Yixin made, Gu Qing could always make them, and the taste was always better than Master Yixin’s.

On the third day, Taoist Yixin felt that after eating the dishes made by Gu Qing and then eating what he cooked by himself, he always felt that it was a little worse. Even when Gu Qing was cooking, he was fully focused and did not find anything different from himself.

On the last night, Taoist Master Yixin cooked a bowl of white porridge. He thought about a bowl of white porridge, but he didn't believe that Gu Qing could make a fancy move.

Gu Qingzi also made a bowl of white porridge.

After Master Yixin tasted Gu Qing's white porridge, he couldn't help but burst into tears. He had drunk countless white porridge in his life, but none of them could compare to the porridge in front of him.

Thinking of the dishes Gu Qing had cooked before, I couldn't help but think, if I can't eat this person's dishes in the future, what else can I feel like in the rest of my life.

As soon as he thought of this, Taoist Master Yixin sighed and said, "Forget it, I promised you. But you told me what technique you used to cook, which made me fascinated."

Gu Qing smiled slightly and said, "A clever chef can cook according to different tastes of people. You let me taste the eggplant you made first. In fact, you want to see my reaction after eating this dish to judge my taste. But you are afraid that I will find out because of your face, so you let Mingjing come and ask Mingjing later. Moreover, this will not easily arouse my alertness and can get my real reaction. What I said is correct?"

Taoist Master Yixin nodded and said, "Not bad."

Gu Qing said: "By your cooking skills, you can not only do these things, but also make a little adjustment according to my taste, and then make the dishes you cook not only meet my taste, but also contain surprises. Just a plate of fried tofu, there are seven aftertastes in it, so that I can have extra joy after tasting it. For diners, it is not easy to taste dishes that suit my appetite. If you can get unexpected results, you will be really happy."

Taoist Master Yixin smiled bitterly and said, "But the reaction you gave me seems to be expected."

Gu Qing smiled and said, "Of course, after you finish cooking, I have already judged what the dish tastes like and how can I get a surprise."

Taoist Master Yixin sighed and said, "This is the use of eyesight and wisdom."

Gu Qingyouran said, "Then do you know where I am better than you?"

Taoist Master Yixin shook his head and bowed, "Please give me advice."

Gu Qing said: "Since you are a Taoist priest, you should naturally understand that the speaker cares about it, and you are proud of it and forgets to speak. The ultimate goal of your cooking of these dishes is nothing more than to make me feel the pleasure after eating the delicious food."

Taoist Master Yixin pondered for a moment and said, "Did you directly inject your emotions of pleasure into the dish you cook?"

Gu Qing smiled and said, "In short, it's just cooking with care, that's all."

Yixindao sighed and bowed again, "Your Majesty acts like thunder and rain, I am convinced by the old Taoist." Thunder is Gu Qing's threat of force, and Yulu is Gu Qing's secret to breaking the plate, making Taoist Master Yixin clearer about his future practice path. He can't hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening. This is undoubtedly the kindness of preaching, and he cannot repay him. Only by obeying Gu Qing's orders can he feel at ease.

Gu Qing smiled casually and left Fulong Temple with several crows.
Chapter completed!