"Become the king of Xianyang first, and then go to Xianyang to support the Chaogang!"

The old semiconductors are accompanied by the noises, and the excerpts of Peking Opera "Xiao He Chasing Han Xin under the Moon". The old man's hair is all white and wearing an old man's shirt. He is now leaning on the bed and slowly shaking his head. For people of this age, listening to Peking Opera seems to be the most enjoyable thing.

"Grandpa, you should change the semiconductor."

Song Zixuan said with a smile while tidying up the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

The old man opened his eyelids slightly and glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to close his eyes and shake his head and listen to Peking Opera.

Song Zixuan also smiled and said nothing.

He often came to his old man's house to clean up. His old man was named Fang Jingzhi, a native of Yanjing. He was an old orphan. Song Zixuan had never seen his wife since he was a child. He only heard that he died when he was young, and the old man never regained his virtuousness.

Fang Jingzhi said it was also a god. He often said that his ancestors were served in the palace in the Qing Dynasty, and his grandfather had worked as the chief supervisor in the imperial kitchen. Although no one believed him, the old man was in his 80s and no one in the neighbors on the street would be serious about him, so he just thought it was.

After packing up, Song Zixuan stood up and placed it on the wall. He looked at the bookcase next to him. Song Zixuan had almost read all the books that Fang Jingzhi had stored. They were all historical books that were not seen on the market. I don’t know whether it was official history or unofficial history. In short, it was quite interesting.

These books are in some eras, and some are even vertical. Song Zixuan is also very regular. After reading them, he will put them back to the original place of the bookshelf for the old man, so Fang Jingzhi's house has always been neat.

Just as he was about to leave, Song Zixuan's eyes suddenly stopped on a yellowed book on the bookshelf. He frowned slightly. This book... seemed to have never noticed it before.

The book is very thin, sandwiched between two books. Because the pages are so yellow, it is very obvious from the side. It seems to be older than other books of the scene with age.

Because she often came, Song Zixuan was not polite and reached out to take off the book. Perhaps because it was too long, the cover of the book was gone, the paper was very crisp, and the edges of the page fell into a wavy shape. But because of this, Song Zixuan was even more curious and carefully opened and read it.

Fang Jingzhi noticed Song Zixuan's actions and suddenly became serious: "Sun Zhe, put the book down!"

"Hey, look at your stingy look. I buy wine for you every day to clean up the house. I can't take a look?" Song Zixuan said.

Fang Jingzhi's expression was still serious: "I'll let you go!"

This time, his tone was obviously serious, but Song Zixuan didn't care. After all,... he was too familiar with this old man. He said that his relationship with his biological grandfather was almost the same, so he ignored me and continued to read.

"Grandpa, is this... a recipe?"

Hearing this sentence, Fang Jingzhi's expression suddenly became shocked, and his tone changed from the seriousness just now to surprise: "What did you... say? Can you tell that this is a recipe?"

"What you said is that I work in Chunxiangcai Restaurant every day, and I don't know the recipe yet?"

Fang Jingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Song Zixuan again, as if... I met him in vain for more than ten years, but today I only met this little guy again.

There are still Peking Opera full of noises in the semiconductor, but Fang Jingzhi seems to be still, without saying a word, just looking at Song Zixuan, and the latter is the same, looking at the book without saying a word.

After a long time, Song Zixuan took a breath: "There is something weird in this book, it seems to be a recipe, but..."

"But what?" Fang Jingzhi asked nervously.

"I can't explain it clearly, Grandpa, what is the name of this book? Why doesn't it even have a cover?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Jingzhi took a deep breath: "This book... has been said for more than 300 years, so how can it still be kept? If it weren't for the good paper or the good preservation, the book would probably have turned into powder."

"Three hundred years? Grandpa, aren't you going to say that this book was left by your ancestors from the Qing Palace?" Song Zixuan said.

Fang Jingzhi glanced at him: "Boy, those grandchildren outside don't believe me, don't you?"

"It's not that I don't believe it... it's just... but Grandpa, the stories about the chefs you told are really good, just like the real ones."

"Bah! It's true, can you still lie to you, your grandfather?" Fang Jingzhi said angrily.

"Okay, I won't say it anymore, I will know that if you don't agree with it, you have to start scolding." Song Zixuan shrugged and said.

Fang Jingzhi slowly leaned back to the couch, picked up the white bottle Erguotou at his hand and took a sip: "Tell me, what can you tell me from this book."

Song Zixuan frowned slightly and thought: "Well... Grandpa, this book is a bit messy. It says cooking in front of it, but as it is written, it becomes practiced Qigong again. Did you make a mistake when binding?"

When Fang Jingzhi heard Song Zixuan's words, he was shocked again. Can he really understand this book?

Song Zixuan has loved reading since he was a child, especially the history books he has, which are mostly ancient Chinese, so it is not uncommon to be able to understand ancient Chinese books, but this book... Even he could only understand one or two with the guidance and explanation of his predecessors. This kid's talent is simply incredible.

"Haha, do you want to be a cook?"

"I think about it, of course I think about it!" Song Zixuan suddenly became energetic and said.

Song Zixuan's family was not well off. He dropped out of school after more than a year of junior high school. Later, he worked chores in the kitchen of Chunxiangcai Restaurant at the entrance of the alley. In his opinion, if he could be a chef, his future life would be stable.

Fang Jingzhi seemed to have thought that Song Zixuan would answer like this, and smiled proudly: "Okay, read this recipe, I promise you can be a chef."

"Really? Is this book given to me?" Song Zixuan said excitedly. Not to mention being a chef, just the content in this book makes him look addicted.

"but……"

"But?" Song Zixuan looked puzzled. He knew very well that although the old man was old, he was often naughty. He must have been holding back some bad ideas now.

"This book can only be read by me, and every time you come, you must bring me a bottle of wine!" As he said that, Fang Jingzhi turned off the semiconductor, obviously ready for negotiation.

"What?" Song Zixuan was stunned. He naturally knew that the old man liked to drink, but they agreed that he would be a bottle every three days. After all, he was in his eighties and could not bear it if he drank so much wine. Who knew that this old naughty boy actually used wine as a bargaining chip.

"No, grandpa, we have agreed to a bottle of wine in three days!"

"Okay, since you don't agree, then forget it. Put the book down for grandpa and you go."

After saying that, Fang Jingzhi lay down and turned around, obviously he had to eat Song Zixuan.

Song Zixuan took a deep breath and thought to himself that even if he didn't act as a cook, he couldn't spoil this old naughty boy. After all, my grandfather is old and his health is the most important. If he spoils like this, something will definitely happen.

"Okay, then just pretend that I have no fate with this book, grandpa, you rest."

After saying that, Song Zixuan put down the book and walked outside, but Fang Jingzhi immediately turned around and said, "Sun Zhe, let's discuss it?"

Song Zixuan tried hard to hold it in a bad mood: "There is no need to discuss it, I don't want to be a chef and drink you to death."

"Is it OK to have a bottle in two days?"

"Don't bargain, at worst I won't look at it!" As she said that, Song Zixuan stepped out the door.

"Will it be okay to change the wine that costs fifteen yuan per bottle?" Fang Jingzhi said again.

Song Zixuan was so happy that he turned around and knelt down on one knee to the Qing Dynasty, saying, "Okay, let's drink fifteen tomorrow!"

After saying that, Song Zixuan left. Because the next day was Saturday and the restaurant would be busy, he would go to the restaurant every Friday night to follow him.

Seeing Song Zixuan leave, Fang Jingzhi smiled helplessly: "Haha, this little bastard is even more sophisticated than grandpa, I!"

After leaving the old man's house, Song Zixuan recalled the recipe he had just read. Although he only read a few pages, the content was played back in his mind for a long time.

The first dish of the recipe is funny, it is a bowl of fried rice with eggs, and the cooking process is not surprising, but in Song Zixuan's eyes, it feels like a movie has passed, and all the scenes are in front of him. Looking at the bowl of fried rice is simply fascinating.

But what is the content that seems to practice Qigong later? Why did you suddenly talk about Qigong when introducing the dishes?

Although she didn't know much about qigong, when she looked at the words "dantian", "qi" and "mediation", Song Zixuan was the first to think of Chinese Qigong.

"Do you have to practice qigong while cooking?" Song Zixuan said to himself, but he laughed quickly. This was too irritating.

As soon as he arrived at the restaurant, chef Zhang Kui said with a dark face: "Why are you so late? There are so many work waiting for you to do!"

"I just helped Grandpa Fang clean up the house!"

As he said that, Song Zixuan went into the kitchen, but he still heard Zhang Kui continue to say, "You don't do your job well all day, you deserve to do chores, and you still serve the old man who doesn't care. His mind is in trouble!"

Song Zixuan ignored it. Zhang Kui's attitude towards him was like this. He scolded him when he spoke, and sometimes he cursed, and he was used to it.

Although he doesn’t like Zhang Kui, how can a person who does a choreography be qualified to challenge the chef?

After scolding for a while, Zhang Kui sang: "Boy, wash the vegetables and put them in the refrigerator, and chop the chicken into pieces. I'll go to the thatched cottage!"

"knew."

Song Zixuan naturally knew that Zhang Kui was going to be lazy and piled up all the work for him, but he was used to it and would not complain.

He prepared all kinds of ingredients and put them in the refrigerator. It was over. He was about to sit and rest for a while when he saw a middle-aged man walking into the restaurant.

The middle-aged man is very gentle, with a slightly white hair and a slightly white temple, his trousers are neatly plated, and his lapels and T-shirt is neatly placed in his pants, and his smile is even more kind.

Looking at this middle-aged man, Song Zixuan thought to himself that this man is really stylish, but he definitely doesn't live in this generation. He is relatively well-known nearby, and he has never seen a person with this temperament.

"Hehe, little brother, can you cook a dish for me?" the middle-aged man said.

"I'm sorry, we've closed the door, you go to another house." Song Zixuan said politely.

In fact, even if the door is not closed, no one will fry the chef Zhang Kui if he is not there, and Zhang Kui never lets others touch his stove.

"This... I saw that the nearby restaurants are closed, look..."

Seeing the middle-aged man, Song Zixuan didn't want to refuse, but even if he could do it, he wouldn't dare to touch Zhang Kui's stove.

Just as he was embarrassed, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Can you make some fried rice with eggs?" Song Zixuan said.
Chapter completed!