Mr. Guan looked at the tofu silk stuffed in the needle's eyes and said, "Your father is really worse than you."

He Yuzhu thought to himself: Isn’t this nonsense? He is now a top chef who is proficient in the eight major cuisines. This comment is an insult to him...

Because the preparation was in a hurry, He Yuzhu had fewer existing side dishes, so he could only make three bowls of castrated version of Wensi tofu. As for how much castrated it is...

I can only say that there is nothing that should be, and there seems to be everything that should not be, only tofu, Wensi is gone...

But even so, after giving it to Mr. Guan and Han Chunming, their master and apprentice still started to drink without any image.

The silky texture, the tofu flavor, and a touch of sour taste make people feel refreshed and refreshed and have a wide appetite.

After all, Han Chunming was young and full of energy. He drank all the bowl in just a few gulps, then raised the bowl high without saying a word, but his pitiful little eyes were filled with: I still want to drink it!

"There is still a bowl there, so drink it if you want."

He Yuzhu's words made Han Chunming's face happy, and he said happily: "Thank you, Master."

"uh-huh!"

A full bowl of Wensi tofu soup was picked up from the table. As soon as he was about to start, he heard Mr. Guan coughing inadvertently twice.

"Master, come some too." The smart Han Chunming was so smart that he handed the bowl to Master Jiumen Admiral and said, "I am young and I can't finish drinking a bowl of this big one."

Mr. Guan looked at Han Chunming with a smile as if saying: "Boy, my Nine Gate Admiral Grandpa loves you in vain!"

He Yuzhu saw all this and couldn't help but sigh: This is also a widow's child. The Qin Huai Ru family's knot is still undergoing transformation in the junior management office, but Han Chunming of the Han family knows what politeness is. The gap is simply like jackdaws compared to phoenixes, and slow horses compared to kirins.

As Mr. Guan smacked his lips with a bowl of one and a half bowls of Wensi tofu, he still felt unsatisfied, but he couldn't say it directly. After all, the purpose of coming was to support the disciples, to see if He Yuzhu deserved to be his master for his good disciple.

He Yuzhu seemed to have seen Mr. Guan’s thoughts. He simply picked a few ingredients, waved his knife to clean them up, and then fired to prepare a few more side dishes.

Looking at He Yuzhu's smooth operation, Mr. Guan raised his hand and stroked the back of Han Chunming's head and said, "Xiao Wu, you have to study hard..."

Han Chunming stared at He Yuzhu's every move, without saying a word, but just nodded heavily.

Soon, He Yuzhu brought several dishes to the table, and then took out Niu Er from the vegetable chef who brought back from the tavern last time and said, "I don't have any good wine, so let's drink this Erguotou in Niulanshan."

"My Nine Gate Admirals don't drink water mixed with wine." As he said that, Mr. Guan picked up the wine bottle and unscrewed the cap, and sniffed it gently: "Well, the smell is quite stern."

He Yuzhu knew the habits of the Nine Gate Admiral, and was not angry. He smiled and said, "This is what I fought in the tavern under Zhengyang Gate."

Mr. Guan poured the wine into the wine glass and sipped it all over and said, "You are not old and you know a lot."

"Wine, food, wine, food. Where can a chef only knows how to eat and not drink?"

He Yuzhu's words finally made Mr. Guan's cold face smile.

The two sat separately, but when Han Chunming was about to pour wine for He Yuzhu, he stopped him.

He Yuzhu took the wine bottle from Han Chunming's hand, pointed to the table in the main hall and said, "Go and finish your homework first, and then come to have a meal."

"What? Do you care whether Chunming can study?" Mr. Guan asked in confusion.

He Yuzhu poured wine for himself and said, "It's not that I care, but that learning is better than not."

"So that's the case." Mr. Guan took out a blood jade ring from his pocket and said, "Do you like antiques?"

He Yuzhu stared at the ring in Mr. Guan's hand and was also a little intentional. This impulse disappeared in an instant.

He smiled and said, "Of course everyone loves antiques, but..."

When Mr. Guan heard He Yuzhu say he liked it, his eyes lit up: "If you like it, I can accept you as his disciple."

Damn, this old man is a bit vengeful, and he actually wants to take advantage of himself.

"You misunderstood." He Yuzhu picked up the wine cup and toasted Mr. Guan and said, "I like antiques, right, but I don't like its inflated value, but I like the historical stories it gives."

He Yuzhu pointed to the ring and said, "You like to call it antiques, but I prefer to call it cultural relics."

"Just like cooking, we should appreciate its color, fragrance, and not worry about its own value."

"Finally." He Yuzhu smiled and pointed at Han Chunming who was writing, saying, "If I take you as my teacher, we will be a generation short of us."

After all, the Nine Gate Admiral of Sijiu City, after discovering that his little thoughts were exposed by He Yuzhu, he could continue drinking with a wine cup without changing his face. He Yuzhu could only say from the bottom of his heart that he was calm in dealing with things.

As the cup was about to be exchanged, the two of them talked about from astronomy to geography, from humanities to historical sites. Fortunately, He Yuzhu studied liberal arts in high school, so he probably wouldn't be able to get out today.

After finishing a bottle of beef er, the side dishes on the table had been cleared. Mr. Guan wiped his mouth with his hands and said, "Let's go!"

He Yuzhu did not leave the two of them, but after Han Chunming finished writing, he thoughtfully cooked a plate of green pepper shredded potatoes and mapo tofu for him and put them in the lunch box.

"This is the last time I have prepared something for you." He Yuzhu reminded, "It is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish. So if you want to bring vegetables back in the future, it depends on your own skills."

Han Chunming bowed deeply to He Yuzhu and said, "Yes! Master."

Looking at the old and the young, the big hands disappeared into the vast night, He Yuzhu couldn't help but think of a song. He hummed while walking back:

"The road of life is like a long dream.

The road is windy and frost, and the windy and frost are dry.

In the world, there are many directions for beautiful dreams.

Find the love of the dream center, and the road follows the vastness of people..."

When he returned to the room, while cleaning up the dishes, He Yuzhu found that the blood jade ring he had just taken out was placed under the tick left by Mr. Guan.

After picking it up and looking at it for a moment, he found that the inside of the ring had three words engraved.

When He Yuzhu looked at the light carefully, the three words turned out to be his father's name: He - Da - Qing!

OK, Mr. Guan’s resentment towards his father He Daqing is so deep.
Chapter completed!