"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Song Zixuan asked hurriedly.

Fang Jingzhi sighed: "Hey... I didn't drink this wine alone, but he also had it."

Song Zixuan was stunned, looking at the direction that Mr. Fang pointed at no one, and said, "Mr., what do you mean? You still let people sleep in the middle of the night."

Fang Jingzhi shook his head slowly, picked up the wine glass and said, "Old brother of Xicheng, I really miss you. I haven't seen you for forty years. This is my apprentice, let him go with you."

After saying that, he handed the glass to Song Zixuan, and Song Zixuan also became serious, took the glass and toasted the empty place, and dried the wine in the glass.

He sat on the bed and said, "Grandpa, what does this mean?"

"I remember when I was in Yanjing, my brother Xicheng and I met him five times and drank four drinks. In this life... I'm afraid there will be no such friend."

Song Zixuan frowned slightly: "Brother Xicheng? Is the guy you mentioned who hit it off at first sight? At that time, your ancestor was a chef from the Qing Palace, and his ancestor was the one guarding the prince?"

"That's right, boy, remember, men must be righteous, it's not easy to get a close friend..."

Song Zixuan was silent for a moment: "Grandpa, I remember."

But soon Song Zixuan felt something was wrong. Although he missed his brother, who drank more than half a pound of wine?

"Old man, hey, this is wrong with your brother. You are drinking with your brother, but your brother is really not here now. You have given him all the wine, right?"

Fang Jingzhi was stunned when he heard this and said slowly: "That's the reason."

"What's the reason? Well, you don't drink anymore. It's like you drunk too much and you're here to act here. You still have tears. Oh, why do you say to you? What are you playing at such an old age?" Song Zixuan was so angry, but he hadn't even vented his anger at Fang Jingzhi...

Fang Jingzhi looked at him and didn't say anything for more than ten seconds. After holding it in for a long time, he said, "Oh... I didn't pay attention while drinking, Sun Tie, you said that this Wuliangye is better than fifteen yuan."

"Don't talk about that useless thing. I can't drink it anyway. I'll give it a drink to relieve myself."

As he said that, he poured a glass of rice and drank it, and then ate the roast chicken on the table: "Hey? Who brought this roast chicken?"

"I bought it myself, what's wrong?"

"You should go out less with your legs and feet. Tell me what you want to eat. By the way, I'm here today. Actually, I have something to ask you for advice." Song Zixuan said biting the chicken leg.

"Don't be polite, you got angry with me just now, I don't want to pay attention to you." As he said that, Fang Jingzhi leaned on the couch and turned around.

Song Zixuan was helpless. After all, this old man was over 80 years old. He was really an old child. He was not easy to mess with when he had a temper, and it was not easy to mess with him...

"Okay, can you give you another cup? But I'll just have one cup. You've been drinking too much today."

"It's good to be good, just rinse your mouth." When Fang Jingzhi heard this, he turned around and sat up slowly, "Tell me, what's the matter with you? I'll ask your grandpa."

"Grandpa, you know, I took an apprentice."

"Oh, I forgot if you don't say it. That kid is not bad. You let him come to the house for fun if he has nothing to do." Fang Jingzhi said, and then dried up the wine.

"Come on, you just want to drink Wuliangye. Do you want to buy it for you in the future?" Song Zixuan is now holding a monthly salary of 80,000 yuan, and even if he really serves the old man Wuliangye, he naturally has no pressure.

"Really?" Fang Jingzhi immediately looked up and said, although he was old, he heard that there was wine, and his eyes immediately began to shine.

"Why am I lying to you? But I'm serious. Now Sang Tianshuo asked me to teach him how to cook. Grandpa, you know that I can make golden jade fried rice. How should I teach him this? I just learned to stir-fried pork shredded pork at Chunxiangcao Restaurant."

Upon hearing this, Fang Jingyi smiled and picked up a peanut and put it in her mouth: "You guy, you are a monkey spirit when you are smart, but you are stupid... just like a mentally retarded."

"Hey, can you help me? You have to say a few words to make me happy?" Song Zixuan gave Fang Jingyi's eyes a blank and drank a drink.

"You, go and check out the recipe later. In this recipe, Jinyu fried rice is the first dish, that is, the basics, but do you... really think that it's just fried rice?"

Song Zixuan took a breath, as if he understood Fang Jingzhi's meaning. He immediately got up, picked up the bottle and walked to the bookshelf, and looked at the recipe directly.

Fang Jingyi smiled: "Little bastard, I really don't let go of this wine, but you guys remember, you can only read this recipe by yourself, and even if you teach it, you must never tell anyone the content of the recipe."

Looking at the recipe, the same original text, it seemed that after being inspired by the old man, there was a new meaning. Song Zixuan couldn't help but smile. Ginger is still so spicy.

Since her mother was not at home, Song Zixuan kept seeing it after 1:00 in the middle of the night before putting away the recipe. Fang Jingzhi didn't care about him and had already gone to bed.

After closing the yard gate, Song Zixuan kept thinking about the content of the recipe on his way home.

That’s right, fried rice is nothing more than a dish of this kind of stir-frying method. Using the same stir-frying method, different ingredients and seasonings, you will naturally make another dish, and the taste is hundreds of times stronger than the usual stir-frying method!

The secret of the first dish of the Qinggong recipe is to use a force in your body to cook. As long as you have this force, fried rice with ordinary ingredients can become a peerless delicacy, so why can't other dishes be allowed?

However, Song Zixuan also understood that since Jinyu fried rice is the first dish of the recipe, this cooking method may be the most suitable Jinyu fried rice. If you use this method to stir-fry fish-flavored shredded pork, double-cooked pork and other dishes, although it will enhance the taste of the dish, it may not reach the amazing level of Jinyu fried rice.

Song Zixuan can still make some home-cooked dishes, but the chef who does not have the same mastery of the heat as a chef, he decided to find time to try it out based on the method taught by Yang Dahui. Now that he has his own stove, it should be more convenient.

A few days later, Song Zixuan was not in a hurry to cook. Although Zheng Hui's current attitude may not cause trouble, he did not want to be too high-profile. He would rather try cooking in the kitchen after work.

During this period, the order rate of Emperor Fried Rice is relatively stable, with at least seven or eight servings per day, and more than a dozen servings, of which twenty of them were sold in two days.

Dashi Dai also became accustomed to signature dishes. Although Song Zixuan had never fried them for the people in the restaurant, looking at the satisfaction of the guests, many people also began to recognize the Emperor Fried Rice.

But Song Zixuan knew that Tang Yaqi had a great effect in this. Although she had not met these days, she would still send a message occasionally. Song Zixuan never forgot to thank him every time, and he was always in touch.

However, what surprised Song Zixuan was that although Zheng Hui's attitude eased during this period, he was a bit too much. He often talked to him. Sometimes after talking about the topic, he would take the initiative to come over and say it again, especially when he was stir-frying Emperor fried rice.

During the dinner rush, most of the guests in the front hall were already full. Zhou Peng was watching the flowing water that Luo Lili calculated and slapped the counter with one hand.

Zhou Peng and Luo Lili looked at the same time. A man in his fifties stood at the counter. The man had a messy black and white hair. He was wearing a linen shirt and looked very old. He had a white background and had grayish white under his trousers. Under his trousers, there were cloth shoes that he had been wearing for a long time. The black cloth shoes had been washed and a little white.

"Are you having a meal?" Zhou Peng asked a little embarrassedly. After all, the other party didn't look like someone who could afford to eat on Dashi.

"Don't be polite, I'll come to wash my feet if I don't eat? I'll forget about your foot massage shop here."

Zhou Peng was stunned: "How are you talking?"

"Nonsense, why are you here if you don't eat?"

Zhou Peng was so angry, but Luo Lili hurriedly said, "Old sir, please, please. There is a menu here. You can also take a look at it."

"No, I heard that you have a signature dish here, Emperor Fried Rice, right? I'll try it." The man said with a slight squinted eyes. To be precise, he had not opened his eyes completely since entering the door, and he was somewhat despised by his words.

"Get one? Do you want to try it? Haha, uncle, that fried rice costs 800 yuan."

The man frowned slightly and said, "Why are there so much nonsense? What if I can't afford it? Hurry up, let me see what fried rice is sold at this price. If I cheat people, I will not only not give you money, but also report you."

"Hey, old man... are you here to make trouble?" Zhou Peng said.

The man ignored him and walked straight to a table: "Come on it quickly, do you hear me?"

Zhou Peng took a deep breath. He felt that after the big food generation, except for his higher income than before, there was nothing good about it. From Song Zixuan to Sang Tianshuo, and then to this old man, he was so angry...

"Then do you still need to click?" Luo Lili said.

"Come on, look at the old man's arrogant ones. Maybe he really complains or reports, that's even more troublesome." Zhou Peng frowned and walked to the side.

The man sat at the dining table, stepped on one foot on the chair beside him, and even took off his cloth shoes and kowtowed them a few times. Some of the guests next to him immediately stopped doing it.

"Hey, old man, are you sick? I'm having a meal."

"Eat, eat yours, I won't let you eat?" As he said that, he glanced at the man, as if someone else was wrong.

The man's girlfriend immediately stopped him and said, "Okay, look at him wearing that way, why do you call him..."

The man looked around and saw a table in front of him that two people ordered a few dishes and a fried rice. He got up and said, "Is this the emperor's fried rice?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" said the guest at the next table with some disgust.

The man nodded and sat back without saying anything.

"Hey, why do you think this Emperor fried rice is so delicious?"

"That's not... nine hundred yuan per serving. Who can I deserve if it's not delicious?"

Hearing this, the man gave the two a blank look and said to himself: "Things that have no knowledge..."

"Do you think the introduction on the menu is true? This fried rice is really a delicacy from the Republic of China period? Is it too unrestrained?"

"Haha, they are all gimmicks. They probably made it themselves, but the taste is pretty good, but that won't be as popular as it is all over China, right?"

Listening to the chatting on the next table, the man also brought a serving of Emperor fried rice in front of him. The waiter said, "Imperial fried rice, sir, please use it slowly."

The man was about to speak, and the moment he smelled the fried rice, he was stunned. He leaned closer and smelled it: "What is this?"

The waiter was stunned when he heard this: "Hmm? Emperor... Emperor fried rice!"

The man stood up suddenly, pointed at the man and said, "You know, this is not the emperor's fried rice at all!"
Chapter completed!