Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan hurriedly poured another cup for Fang Jingzhi.

Of course, every time he pours wine for the old man, he will pour more than half a cup.

After all, the old man is old and he really does it one cup after another, so he can't take any trouble.

"Come on, grandpa, drink it and talk about it."

Seeing Song Zixuan's curious look, Fang Jingzhi couldn't help but smile.

"Boy, why does Prince Yong have to do "Yongshen Lu"?"

Song Zixuan shook his head like a rattle.

"Because he is incompetent, the other princes have their own political achievements. Only he, Aisin Gioro Zaifu, can't do anything, just eat in one bite!"

"If this is an ordinary person, in the current terms, it is called a foodie, but if it is placed among royal relatives and nobles, it is a prodigal son."

"Several concubines helped him find a call. In order not to be scolded by the emperor, they asked him to do "Yongshen Lu"."

"Sure enough, when he proposed this idea, Emperor Guangxu immediately agreed."

"On the surface, Guangxu said that food is the most important thing for the people, which is a big deal. To put it bluntly, it is just to save face for Zaifu."

Song Zixuan nodded slowly: "So... the emperor's family is also very particular and he still saves face."

"That's... the palace is much more particular than outside."

Fang Jingzhi squeezed a peanut and chewed it, and continued.

"Although we have to make "Yongshen Lu", there are recipes in the palace. If this recipe is there, wouldn't it be a halo?"

"So, Zaifu simply fired the chef from the imperial kitchen and ruined the Qing Palace recipe at that time."

"Later, he changed a group of imperial chefs and immediately made the "Yongshen Lu" recipe according to his statement."

"This recipe sounds nice, it is compiled after visiting several major cities among the people and collecting folk songs."

"In fact, it was written by a few unreliable chefs, but some of the Qing Palace dishes were secretly written into them."

When Song Zixuan heard this, he immediately said, "It's the dishes of Jinyu Fried Rice and Jinlin Wudao Soup!"

"Yes, it is said that a total of five major dishes were written, but I only realized four of them. As for the fifth dish... I have never eaten it after I gave birth to it."

Song Zixuan nodded: "Grandpa, is this fifth dish... on the Qing Palace recipe?"

"Yes, but... I can't comprehend it, grandson, if you get this last dish in the future, you will probably understand what the true meaning of cooking is."

Hearing this sentence, Song Zixuan immediately felt awe.

This respect is for Fang Jingzhi, and also for the recipes of the Qing Palace and the Chinese cooking skills.

"It's just that during the decades of my husband's study of the recipe, I found that the first four dishes were not as simple as I thought."

"Every dish can be made, not a real understanding. The reason I haven't told you this is because you haven't even made it, and it's too early to say this."

Song Zixuan nodded: "Grandpa, I understand."

"Well, that's good."

"You said it's not just made, what does it mean?"

Fang Jingzhi was silent for a moment and said, "What did you feel when you first read the recipe?"

"Well... I basically don't understand it very much. Even if I understand it a little, I will feel it is very fragmented and difficult to connect, so I can't understand the real meaning of it."

Fang Jingyi smiled: "That's right, this recipe is the same for me now."

"The cooking method of each dish is just a piece of fragments, but I can clearly feel that there is something deeper in this recipe."

Song Zixuan couldn't help but frown: "A deeper? I... really didn't feel it."

Fang Jingyi smiled: "Silly boy, you're still early."

"Actually, it's like you learned to fight the Dragon Gate, but you can't understand the dragon and soar into the world. While learning the fight the Dragon Gate, you have improved fire control."

"Anyway... if these fragments can be spliced ​​together, they may be the real Qing Palace recipe."

Song Zixuan was silent for a while after hearing this, and then nodded slowly.

"Grandpa, you said...will researching "Yongshen Lu" helps to comprehend the recipes of Qing Palace?"

Fang Jingzhi looked ahead and said nothing.

Soon, he picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and said, "Maybe there will be, if this "Yongshen Lu" is the original... Maybe there are many things that cannot be seen in the handwritten version."

In fact, when she was in the academy, Song Zixuan once felt that it was too late to read "Yongshen Lu".

But now, he has firmly determined his first idea and it seems that he must participate in the research this time.

Not only that, if he really encounters someone he cannot comprehend, he even plans to take a secret photo and let the old man see it too.

The old man said today that he gave Song Zixuan a huge topic.

The last dish is the key to the recipe.

Song Zixuan suddenly felt that the old man's words made sense.

All information is like fragments. If it is connected, it may be the crystallization of thousands of dishes.

The essence of Chinese cooking.

Song Zixuan nodded slowly. Indeed, the recipes of several dishes do not represent anything, but if you understand the essence...

This "Yongshen Lu" has been studied!

After eating and drinking, Song Zixuan asked Mei Zi to clean up.

However, the yard was very lively at this time, especially Tang Yaqi and Ling Keer.

There were laughter and laughter, wave after wave.

Seeing Song Zixuan come out, they went in and chatted with the old man for a while.

Fang Jingzhi was also happy, after all, the older people are, the more lively they are.

After turning around, Song Zixuan sent Tang Yaqi to Xunfengyuan as usual.

However, before the door was opened, a green Wrangler had already parked in front of Xunfengyuan.

Seeing Song Zixuan and others coming to open the door, the car's door was pushed open.

A man in his thirties came down.

The man is about 1.8 meters tall, with a medium figure and wearing a loose casual outfit.

It can be seen that the clothes are of good quality.

He looks very popular, but his chin is thick but not long, short beards are very eye-catching.

It looks like a prodigal son.

"You wait a moment, we haven't opened the door yet."

Fang Rui saw the man coming, turned around and said.

The man shrugged: "It doesn't matter, I'm not here to have a meal."

"Hmm? Looking for someone?" Fang Rui said.

"Yes, I'll look for chef Sang Tianshuo."

Hearing this sentence, Song Zixuan and Fang Rui looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

The first time I heard someone call Sang Tianshuo this, I was really not used to it.

Song Zixuan said: "Look for Tianshuo, then come in and find a seat to sit and wait."

"Okay, thank you."

Although the man looks a bit prodigal, he is still very polite and polite.

"But you might have to wait a little longer, he always comes to the store at around ninety o'clock."

Hearing this, the man looked at his watch: "Okay, there is still about an hour left, I'll wait for him."

Seeing that the man was so persistent, Song Zixuan ignored him and went directly to the office on the second floor.

Fang Rui and Liang Han began to play the role of waiters, sorting out tables and chairs in the hall and changing napkins.

Then the employees began to arrive at the store one after another, and the busyness in the morning began.

The man did not have any extra movements, just sat there waiting, not even smoking a cigarette.

It looks quite polite.

Soon, Sang Tianshuo also yawned and walked into Xunfengyuan.

Before he could enter the kitchen, Fang Rui told him that someone was looking for him.

After looking at the person sitting outside, Sang Tianshuo didn't know him, but since he was looking for him, he still walked over.

"Are you looking for me?"

The man immediately stood up and smiled and said, "Are you... Chef Sang Tianshuo?"
To be continued...