Mother Lu glanced at Liu Qingchun and said to Rong Yunhe with some displeasure: "You said you went to the town, why did you have so long?"

Rong Yunhe knew that Lu's mother was worried about her, so she stuck out her tongue and said perfunctorily: "I will come back soon." Then she hurriedly slipped into the room.

Under Yun Xing's service, Rong Yunhe came out to walk around the yard, and finally chose the corner of the wall outside the yard, inserted the wisteria branches into the soil, and then poured some space water. She vaguely remembered that wisteria flowers could be cut into pieces, and now that there is space water, there shouldn't be too big problems, right?

Although it was a great reward for Rong Yunhe's heart, the flowers at the flower viewing party were not settled. Rong Yunhe thought about it and decided to go to the town the next day to inquire. Shiyao Town is not far from Pingzhou City, and everyone in the town should have heard of such a major event every year. Logically speaking, smart people will not fail to seize this business opportunity. In the city or even in the town, there should be a lively flower market.

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The next day, Luzhu arrived at Qingxi Town and walked around the wall to the main entrance. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Dongzi holding a broom in her hand, not sweeping the floor, and was staring at the ground frownfully.

Lu Zhu stepped forward and shook his hand in front of him, and asked, "Brother Zhang, what's wrong?"

"Ah, Miss Green Bamboo, are you here?" Dongzi seemed to see a savior, his eyes lit up, and his eyebrows and eyes stretched out.

"What's wrong? Is the old man scolding you?"

Dongzi shook his head quickly: "No. The old man knew that I couldn't serve people, so he didn't make things difficult for me. He just asked me to help him do some rough work. He basically didn't have to do the rest, he did it himself."

"Then what's wrong with you?"

Dongzi lowered his head: "The old man doesn't like the dishes I cook. I didn't eat much last night. I went to the tavern early this morning."

"Have you gone to the tavern again?" Lu Zhu's voice became louder.

Mr. Lin walked out of the inner courtyard and looked at Lu Zhu with a smile: "Is the girl here?"

"You're going to the tavern again?" Lu Zhu turned around and stared at him and asked.

Mr. Lin touched his head awkwardly and said embarrassedly: "I've gone, but I only ordered two meals, but it didn't cost much. Really, it didn't cost a lot." After saying that, it seemed that he felt that he was too cowardly and couldn't help but straighten his chest and clear his throat. He looked like he was not a big deal.

Seeing that Mr. Lin was teasing her, but accidentally showed a kind of majesty that the superiors were used to, Lu Zhu was stunned and then withdrew her gaze.

This old man was obviously a high-ranking person, and he was different from her grandfather in her previous life except for her appearance. Even if he was in a down-and-out position, he was not something that a girl like her who had no freedom left. Thinking of this, she suddenly felt bored. She turned around without saying a word and walked out the door slowly.

"Hey, girl, where are you going? You clearly agreed to cook for the old man yesterday. Why did you turn around and leave?" The old man saw that something was wrong, so he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Luzhu's arm.

Lu Zhu pulled out his arm from his hand and said lightly: "My craftsmanship is worse than Brother Zhang. Where can I see the dishes you cook? You might as well go to the restaurant." As he said that, he went out without looking back.

"Hey, girl, don't be angry! I'm not going to listen to you? I won't go to the restaurant again, just listen to you. You can do whatever you say, okay?" The old man was reluctant to let her go. He chased her out and stopped her in front of her and begged.

Every time her grandfather was discovered by hiding and drinking, she would use this pitiful expression to coax her. Luzhu lowered her eyes, held back the tears that were about to overflow, and said softly: "Your money, you can spend as much as you like, spend as much as you like. There is no need to care about my little girl in the countryside."

"If you don't care about me, I will have to beg for food in two days." The old man pulled her sleeve, "Although I am confused, I know that you are sincere in my good deeds for me. Good girl, don't be angry. From now on, I will do what I say and don't go to the restaurant. Do you think it's okay?"

Lu Zhu raised her eyes and looked at the old man who was gray-haired but still had a hard waist and back, and felt emotion.

With his power, even if his subordinates don't come to look for him, he won't go hungry, right? Is there any need to beg her like now? He may really just because he knows that he is sincerely good to him.

People in high positions are easy to get anything; but sincerity is hard to tell the truth. Thinking of this, Lu Zhu sighed secretly, softened her heart, and caught the steps he handed over, saying, "Okay, you can remember your words."

"Remember." The old man saw Lu Zhu's attitude relaxed and his face became happy, "Let's go, hurry up and cook for me. I'm hungry."

Dongzi was also very happy to see the old man persuaded Luzhu back. He led Luzhu to the kitchen and said, "As the girl's instructions, I spent twenty cents to buy these dishes. The old man didn't eat at home in the morning, so he didn't make them."

There was a large piece of pork, two eggplants, and two cabbages on the table. There were also complete green bamboos.

He looked at the old man who came in behind and smiled and said, "Okay, it's great." It's enough for ordinary people to live a life, eating so many dishes by themselves. Besides, although she boasted about the old man, she just liked cooking in her previous life. She cooked home-cooked dishes, which were more delicious than ordinary people. But compared with those professional chefs, it was basically incomparable.

Since she didn't have the ability to satisfy the old man's picky mouth, she didn't want to put in so much effort. She could do whatever she could. He really didn't want to eat, and she wouldn't have to risk her to see him in the future.

Thinking of this, she rolled up her sleeves, cleaned her hands, picked up the piece of pork and looked at it. It was a piece of rib, weighing one and a half pounds. Although it was fat and thin, it was not evenly distributed.

Let’s make a stewed lion’s head. Green bamboo has a decision in his heart.

Now wash the meat, quickly slap the skin, remove the tendons on the meat, then cut the meat into slices of meat, cut the slices of meat into shredded meat, and finally cut the shredded meat into diced meat as the size of a pomegranate. Then mix the cut fat and lean meat together. While stirring, add the seasoning made of raw powder, cooking wine and green onion and ginger juice until it becomes thick and sticky, then rub it with your hands to make meatballs the size of a fist.

After doing this, spread the skin on the bottom of the casserole, then spread some cabbage, and put the meatballs on top. Boil boiling water. Slowly pour it from the edge of the pot into the pot, cover it and simmer it over low heat. After a cup of tea, a fragrance emerged from the pot and gradually filled the kitchen.

"Well, it smells so good." The old man shrugged his nose and praised. Looking at Lu Zhu who was doing things seriously, his eyes became gentler.

After making these, the green bamboo didn't rest. He washed rice and cooked, and then stir-fried a meat-flavored eggplant with the meat-flavored meat. He made a vegetable soup and said to the old man: "The lion's head will be stewed for an hour. If you are hungry, you can eat first with these two dishes and then eat that dish."

After saying that, he told Dongzi who had been watching her cooking: "After an hour, skim off some of the oil from the soup, pick out the skin and vegetables, and then change to a high heat. Put the cabbage I cut, and wait until the dishes are 70% or 80% mature. You can go out of the pot."

"Yes." Dongzi responded and asked Luzhu with excitement, "We often make this dish during festivals. But everyone always doesn't make it well, either too hard or too tight, and the taste is very bad.

"It's because the chef in the restaurant in the east end of the street is well cooked. My cousin and I went to eat it once. The crab meat is tender, refreshing, soft and not greasy at all. But that is the skill that people rely on for eating, so we are embarrassed to ask. Today I see that you make this dish very different from ours. Maybe it's as delicious as Chef Wang."

After hearing this, Lu Zhu smiled and said, "I guess you must chop the meat with a knife to make it hard and tight. In fact, the essence of this dish is four words - cut it finely and chop it finely, preferably pomegranate dice, and then cut it slightly, which creates a distance of 'not to be divided, and not to be combined', so that the meat can be tender, soft and glutinous."

Dongzi suddenly realized: "So that's it. I said, we can't achieve that effect even if we add water chestnuts and lotus roots. It turns out that the method of cutting meat is wrong."

The old man's eyes were bright when he heard it, and he took the chopsticks and tasted the meat-flavored eggplant made from Luzhu, nodded, and said, "The girl has good skills." He looked at Luzhu and asked, "You taught the way other chefs used to settle down, aren't you afraid that he will cause trouble for you?"

Lu Zhu was stunned and smiled and said, "I don't work as a chef in this restaurant in this town. I just talked about my cooking experience with Brother Zhang in private. I didn't break the industry rules. Where can he ask me for trouble?"

The old man stroked his beard, nodded, and said, "But if you sell this recipe to other restaurants, can you make some money?"

The old man who spends money like flowing water also knows the way to make money?

Lu Zhu looked at him in surprise and said, "If I had no need for money in urgent need of food and clothing, I would naturally do this. But I am neither hungry nor cold now. Brother Zhang is not an outsider, so I naturally cannot hide my own personal information.

"Besides, I have always believed that since man is the master of all things, he has been given a tongue to taste all kinds of flavors and digest meat, vegetables, hot and cold stomachs, which is better than those animals who only know how to fill their stomachs by eating raw meat, drinking blood, or eating herbs and eating carnivorous animals.

"We should share food with the same kind with a grateful heart. We should communicate with each other's cooking skills and improve our level together. Perhaps we can develop more food so that we can enjoy more delicious food under limited conditions, so that we can live up to God's kindness to people."

Looking at the old man looking at his bright eyes and Dongzi's admiration, Lu Zhu felt a little red.

Cough cough... Well, she admitted that she just felt that she was a low-level amateur chef and what she knew was not a secret skill, so she never thought of selling it to others as a treasure. If she knew that this was a secret recipe that could be sold for money, she would never just say it casually. In front of her, who had no food and clothing and had no personal freedom, these high-sounding principles were ridiculous.

However, what she said just now did come from her sincerity.

This is what people in later generations did. The countless recipes on the Internet are proof of people sharing delicious food. She also once hid secret recipes for ancient people, which eventually led to the loss of countless good skills. So if she had the chance, she would definitely give some meager power to what she said just now, so that the ancient people could eat more and better food.

If you are rich, you will benefit the world, and if you are poor, you will be safe. She does not think that the two are inconsistent.

"I never thought that my old man would hear such words in his lifetime." The old man who was in a high position and had a lifelong life was obviously deeply moved by her words.

He stroked his beard and his face was moved, "I never thought that such words came from the mouth of a twelve or three-year-old girl. How could I bear the love?..."

When he sighed at this point, he suddenly turned his face and said seriously: "Luzhu, kneel down."

"Ah?" Lu Zhu was stunned for a moment, wondering which he was singing. What she said just now did not seem to have violated the imperial power, right?

"Mr. Lin, don't be angry. If Miss Luzhu said something wrong, you will teach her a lesson. There is no need to let her kneel down, right?" Dongzi quickly persuaded.

He saw this relationship between the old and the young. In his opinion, although Mr. Lin was rich, he couldn't even talk about an employer in front of Lu Zhu. The reason why Lu Zhu cares about him and helps him was entirely because of his pitifulness. He had no reason and no right to use this little girl as a slutty girl.

"Do you want to worship me as your teacher? If you want to worship me, just kneel down while I haven't changed my mind yet." The old man ignored Dongzi, with a solemn expression but kind eyes looking at Luzhu.

"Add to be a master? You mean..." Lu Zhu reacted, and couldn't help but feel happy. Without asking in detail, she knelt straight on the ground, kowtowed three times to the old man, and changed his mouth to "Master."

"Hahaha..." The old man stepped forward and helped Luzhu up, "Good disciple, get up." Seeing Luzhu stand up, he suddenly blinked in a narrow voice, "You kowtow without asking anything. Are you not afraid of being a master who teaches you how to make a toilet?"

"...Make a toilet? Cough cough..." Lu Zhu choked with saliva, looking at her old naughty boy, with helpless look on her face, "Master, making toilets is also a skill, okay?" She wanted to scare her with this words, but she didn't even have any door.

"No, right? Mr. Lin, do you really want to teach Miss Luzhu to make toilets?" Dongzi was shocked.
Chapter completed!