Just like the day before, Song Zixuan can get off work at around 11 o'clock.

This is simply dreamy for other chefs. They work half an hour a day and earn a monthly salary of more than 100,000 yuan a month. However, for Song Zixuan, it has become a bit normal.

After making the last fried rice, Song Zixuan took a towel and wiped his sweat. This was also a necessary action after finishing his work every day.

The ingredients of fried rice seem simple, but they consume a lot of energy. After all, what the emperor fried rice requires is not only stir-fry, but internal strength.

"Master, where are we going today?" Sang Tianshuo asked with interest.

Song Zixuan thought for a while, walked into Sang Tianshuo and whispered a few times.

"What? Why do you want these? We don't need it."

"Don't ask so much, I'll ask you to prepare and get it."

Sang Tianshuo nodded, walked towards the freezer, and soon took out several ingredients.

Just as he was about to carry Song Zixuan, Zheng Hui said, "What are you doing? Why are you doing with so many things?"

Sang Tianshuo was holding a few pieces of tenderloin, a few boxes of uncultured sea cucumbers and eggs in his hand, and the most important thing was a whole ham. Seeing Zheng Hui asking, he ignored him and walked towards Song Zixuan.

Zheng Hui was so angry that even you awesome, don’t you have to be so arrogant, right? After all, I am also the chef!

Immediately he approached Song Zixuan and said, "Chef Song, you are..."

"Haha, I've only made fried rice these days, and I've practiced my skills in stir-frying two dishes."

Zheng Hui looked at the ingredients after hearing this and said, "Then you can't use so much, right?"

After all, the chef is still in charge of the kitchen purchasing, such as tenderloin and eggs, but the few boxes of sea cucumbers and whole ham are really worth a lot, so he can't explain it if he uses it like this.

Song Zixuan smiled and said, "Sorry, Master Chef, he doesn't understand, he has taken too much."

After saying that, Song Zixuan approached Sang Tianshuo and glared at him, whispered: "Why are you taking so many, crazy!"

"I don't know how much Master uses, so I brought it all. It's okay, you cut it and I'll put it back. By the way, Master, there's no shark fin."

Song Zixuan thought about it and said that this is not new. Now the official ban on shark catching and it is not recommended to eat shark fin, especially in northern China, which is far less than the demand for shark fin in the south.

"Come on a pack of fans, I'll find a way back."

"OK!"

Sang Tianshuo threw the thing on the chopping board, and Zheng Hui walked to the freezer again without looking at it.

Zheng Hui was so angry. The only person who dared to ignore him in the Dashi Dynasty was probably Sang Tianshuo. Oh no, there was another new one, Fang Rui.

That guy is usually cold, doesn't speak or calls someone, just like a mute, but one thing Zheng Hui can be sure of is that from his eyes, he doesn't take anyone other than Song Zixuan seriously, including Zheng Hui, the chef.

But one thing that excited him was that since the opening of the Dashi Generation, Song Zixuan had never made dishes other than emperor fried rice. He thought, what other dishes would this guy cook?

Zheng Hui looked at the ingredients again, but was a little puzzled, tenderloin, ham, sea cucumber... eggs?

At least until now he has learned to cook, he has never seen any dish with such a combination...

"Haha, Chef Song, what dish are you... going to cook?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan understood the other party's purpose and smiled: "You guess?"

After saying that, Song Zixuan walked out of the kitchen, Sang Tianshuo and Fang Rui followed him, leaving only Zheng Hui to look at the ingredients.

"Dry stir-fried tenderloin strips, sea cucumbers, no, eggs and ham are not in line with each other..."

Walking out of the Dashi Age, Song Zixuan looked around and then clicked on the map software on his phone. Seeing this, Sang Tianshuo smiled and said, "Okay, Master, can you use maps?"

"Haha, my sister taught me, find a pharmacy and leave!"

"Ah? Master, are you sick?"

Song Zixuan ignored it and walked away. The nearest pharmacy was only more than 700 meters away, so he simply walked over.

When he walked into the medicine shop, Song Zixuan started buying medicinal materials according to the needs of Jinlin Wudao Soup. He found that the price of these medicinal materials was much higher than he thought, and some were even more expensive than meat and seafood.

Astragalus is about 40 yuan per pound, Codonopsis is about 40 yuan, Panax notoginseng is even more than 100 yuan, ginseng is more than 200 yuan, and the price of deer antler is even more about customers. 200 grams is already about 300 yuan.

These prices are still available for Song Zixuan to buy them according to the slightly lower quality. After all, there is no need to pursue high-end as an auxiliary edible material.

Song Zixuan only bought about three taels of ginseng at the price of five servings, and only a little more ginseng. After all, the soup base of Jinlin Wudao Soup requires ginseng sections, and the dosage is relatively large.

"In addition to the cost of ingredients, Jinlin Wudao Soup is really much more expensive than Emperor fried rice." Song Zixuan murmured.

"What soup? Master, what did you say?"

"It's nothing, let's go. We'll keep it after get off work tonight. I want to try the dishes."

After Song Zixuan finished speaking, Sang Tianshuo immediately became excited: "Is this the second dish you mentioned? There is also Chinese medicine, it's awesome!"

Afterwards, Song Zixuan and the others went home first. After all, he did not plan to try the Wudao Teng method in front of so many people.

It was not until around 10 o'clock in the evening that Song Zixuan thought that the Dashi Dai had almost closed, so he took a taxi with Sang Tianshuo and Fang Rui and took a taxi back.

It is 9:30 for the kitchen at night, which means that after 9:30, only the front desk waiter is responsible for cleaning and greeting guests who have not left yet. All the chefs should have left the store.

In this way, Song Zixuan can get the pot and try the dishes. After all, he has to avoid peers, not everyone.

When it comes to the Dashi Dynasty, Song Zixuan said: "Tianshuo, you can be in the front hall. If a chef comes back, tell me immediately."

"Ah? Master, I still want to see you cook, let Ruizi go."

Song Zixuan smiled: "Don't you want to chat with Luo Lili?"

Sang Tianshuo took a breath and thought: "Master, I think this task is glorious and arduous, and Ruizi can accomplish it!"

puff……

When he walked into the kitchen, Song Zixuan saw that the ingredients he had placed during the day had been transformed, so he took them over and cut them into shreds. It was just enough for a portion, so he stopped.

Then, the cooking method was started in the recipe. First, the shredded tenderloin, shredded ham, sea cucumber shredded vermicelli and vermicelli were cooked until half-cooked. Of course, the ingredients in the recipe were shark fin, so the vermicelli could only be replaced by vermicelli.

While putting the staple ingredients in the pot, Song Zixuan had already used a casserole to make Chinese medicine, but this medicine is not an ordinary method.

Medicinal materials and food ingredients are not the same, but the medicinal materials must be boiled according to the ingredients, which is a very important part of the Jinlin Five Pagoda Soup, making the medicinal effect softer and removing the medicinal smell.

This is the only way to ensure that there is no slight taste of Chinese medicine in the soup, but the effect of the great tonic exists.

Especially in this era, whether young people or middle-aged and elderly people are physically weak due to fatigue or illness. The supplement has long been no longer only targeting the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, but the whole society.

This is also why Song Zixuan believes that Jinlin Wudao Soup has reason to be more popular than Emperor Fried Rice.

In the past, those who could eat this dish were basically not emperors or royal relatives, but today, ordinary people can eat it!

It takes at least a few dozen to several hours to boil the medicine normally, and the high heat turns to low heat. However, the Jinlin Five Soup Potatoes are different. It takes a high heat throughout the whole process, and it only needs to be simmered for ten minutes.

Soon, Song Zixuan poured out the medicine soup, then smelled the smell in the casserole, and couldn't help but frowned slightly. Why is the medicine still so strong?

Perhaps these medicinal materials can neutralize the medicinal flavors when they enter the ingredients. Thinking of this, Song Zixuan took off the pot and started scrambling egg shreds.

The method of making the egg shreds is to beat the eggs into a hot oil pan, and spread the eggs into the thinnest state by shaking the pan. In fact, it looks like spreading the eggs, but they are thinner.

When the eggs are about to cook, let the residual heat cook them all, so that they will not be muddy.

The round egg slices are then cut into shreds. They are delicious without losing their toughness. If they are chewy, the shreds are ready.

Next, the last step is to mix ingredients, medicinal materials and seasonings to make soup, boil the essence of the ingredients into the soup, and make the soup rich and sticky. That is, the final step is to become a bowl of soup.

However, when Song Zixuan put the ingredients into the pot, he was immediately stunned!

His eyes widened, but he regretted... it was obviously too late.

Looking at the pot of ingredients, he bit his lip lightly: "Ruizi, are you hungry?"

"Ah? Second Master, I'm not hungry. When I was at home just now, my grandmother brought me six steamed buns and was full."

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan gave him a blank look: "Great milk... Sang Tianshuo taught you?"

Fang Rui lowered his head and said embarrassedly: "Well, he said I don't call me too much breasts and I'm going to find a way to get me away in the future."

"Dear, don't pay attention to him in the future. You have to call my mother an aunt, and you can do it too. Is it too good to have too much milk?"

"I understand the second master."

Song Zixuan looked back at the pot of soup and curled his lips helplessly: "It must be wrong, forget it, let's do it."

According to the recipe, I put the dishes out and I had no appetite just by smelling them. No wonder my grandfather said that this dish was a mistake and the taste was disgusting...

"Second Master, why is it so scented?"

Song Zixuan smiled: "I made a mistake. I made a pot of medicinal soup and poured it for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Zixuan's cell phone rang. It was Lin Tiannan's phone call, saying that he had returned from Yanjing and asked him to go directly to the office building of Zhong'an Shopping Mall to meet.

Then, Song Zixuan cleaned up briefly and took a taxi to Zhong'an Shopping Mall.

Ninth floor of Zhong'an Commercial Building.

This is not the first time Song Zixuan has been here. After the last time he had a conflict with Li Jiahao, he came here with Zhao Jingyun and met Tang Yaqi at that time.

But this time it was different. The mall had already closed. Sun Shouwen was waiting in front of the door and picked them up.

When she entered the chairman's office, Song Zixuan felt a sense of attentiveness. Lin Tiannan did not have a seat inside, but sat on the sofa waiting.

There were a few side dishes and two bottles of red wine on the coffee table in front of me. Song Zixuan didn’t understand the brand of red wine, but he guessed it should be quite expensive.

"Brother Song, you are here. Come on, come on, sit here, let's have a meal and chat."
Chapter completed!