"How about it?"

Chen Lian looked at the Gululu on the stove and asked Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui took a Sima face and said with a reluctant smile: "The color and fragrance in the color and fragrance have reached it."

Chen Lian picked up the chopsticks beside him and handed them to Wang Fugui, "Come on, try the taste."

Wang Fugui: "..."

His legs became weak and he began to tremble, wondering why he had to stay in the kitchen early in the morning.

But the master gave the order, but he could not refuse.

He trembled his hands, took the chopsticks, and comforted himself: "I just watched the master cook all the time, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it. Maybe this time it tasted good."

After doing a good job of mental construction, Wang Fugui closed his eyes and tasted the gourmet meat.

Then—just fall to the ground, his body twitches, as if he is poisoned.

Before Chen Lian could speak, the servant outside the kitchen was already calmly carrying Wang Fugui down to induce vomiting.

Chen Lian frowned and pursed his lips, very unhappy: "Is it so unpalatable?"

Although he was so confused, he himself did not touch the gourmet.

He picked up the recipe and returned to the study, thinking that nothing happened.

The original body's wish is very simple. One is to travel all over the beautiful mountains and rivers built by his father and martyrs, and the other is to find a suitable host for the food system.

If it were the system next to it, Chen Lian would have thought of a way to crush it and disassemble it and study it. After all, it was the first time that he encountered this kind of "biology", but this system was a food system.

The food... Chen Lian couldn't refuse it.

In addition, this system has low intelligence and will not think independently except for established procedures, and it seems that there is no value for research.

In the past two years, Chen Lian has slowly absorbed spiritual power to repair his body, just to be able to walk around and stop dying halfway.

This body has broken down and he is under the pressure of the heavenly way, so he has no way to practice.

It can only moisten things and absorb spiritual power silently to extend its lifespan.

The original task was not important to him. To the end, he himself didn't want to stay in this house all the time.

The most important thing is that because of the original body's overly sensitive tongue, he has not eaten particularly satisfactory food in the past two years, which makes him feel very bad.

“This recipe also needs a legacy.”

Chen Lian flipped through the recipe and looked at the dishes on it carefully.

Before noon, he touched his stomach and sighed: "I'm hungry."

At this moment, when I went out to smash the shop, I came back and brought the newly released old capital soup buns and brought them to Chen Lian like a treasure: "Master, I'm making this bun. You can try it."

After Chen Lian cleaned his hands, he took a bite of the bun, swallowed it and nodded: "This time it's fresh, let the kitchen prepare lunch, I'm hungry."

When the season heard it, he quickly went down and gave instructions.

As a result, he returned with a complicated expression: "Master, today I'll pack the roast duck in the capital for you, right?"

"What's wrong?"

"Wang Fugui said he can't go into the kitchen for the time being."

Chen Lian: “…”

Oh, he remembered it.

Wang Fugui almost died by his gorilled meat.

Chen Lian was not guilty, but said quietly: "Master, you should not go into the kitchen in the future."

Chen Lian looked at him, raised his eyebrows, and lowered his voice: "Do you think I don't have talent in cooking?"

It’s not just because of lack of talent, but the food made by the master is almost comparable to arsenic.

I heard from the old man serving in the yard that after the Grandmaster passed away ten years ago, the master also served in the kitchen.

After that time, I never went into the kitchen again.

For some reason, the master became obsessed with cooking again two years ago.

When the master asked him to taste the Sixi meatballs he made, he was still flattered. Then... he had been unable to eat because of the Sixi meatballs for several days.

His master really doesn’t have the talent to cook!

"The master, Jin Zun and Yu Gui, the kitchen is too smokey, and your body is not suitable for staying in that environment." No matter what you think in your heart, Season will definitely not tell the truth.

Chen Lian received the fig leaf handed over by the season and nodded, "You are right."

*

On the day when the capital's last snow melted, Chen Lian and Shi Ling left the capital together.

In early 1985, Chen Lian left the capital where he had been there for two years and took the green train to the south.

But what season didn't understand was why he didn't go to big cities but ran to the countryside.

"In the past, there were educated youths in the countryside, but now it's been 1985 years, and all the educated youths who should go back to the village have returned."

In the season, I really don’t know what is worth visiting in the countryside.

When Chen Lian heard this, he happened to see a wonton shop not far away, so he led him in: "It is said that the real delicious food is in the countryside, so I naturally have to try it."

Shi Ling just couldn't believe it. Could it be that their master was going out for a trip, just because he wanted to eat delicious food?

This perception was too cruel, he couldn't believe it.

"Boss, come two bowls of wontons." Chen Lian said to the busy boss over there after he entered.

"Okay, two handsome guys wait a moment."

Chen Lian sat down and looked at the wonton shop.

Nowadays, the domestic production team should have been completely gone, and many self-employed businesses have appeared, especially street shops like small street shops, which are like mushrooms after a rain and are beginning to emerge.

When Chen Lian looked at the store, Shi Ling noticed that there were customers in the store and the girl sitting at the cashier there, all looking at his master.

Shi Ling glared at them a few times. They were scared at first, but when they should watch it later, they would continue to watch it from the bottom of their hearts.

The season stopped caring about them, and his master looked really evil.

Even when he saw the master for the first time, he thought this was a god from heaven.

When Shi Ling thought of this, she couldn't help but recall the first meeting with Chen Lian.

In fact, that wasn't the real first meeting.

His father was a soldier under Shi Dashen, and he followed the Dashen for half his life.

When he was young, he also accompanied his father. He had been to the Marshal's Mansion several times and met the legendary weak and sickest son of the Marshal.

However, many times I looked at it from a distance, and I felt that my body was too thin, not like a man, but like a woman.

Until two years ago, his father was nailed into the pillar of shame because of that major event that concerns the country.

Later, their family began their real hard days.

Because there were people above who didn't want them to live a good life, they even cut off all their contacts with Shi Dashang.

When they finally contacted Shi Dashen, they only received the news of Shi Dashen's death.

My father took Shi Dashen as his idol throughout his life. When he learned about his death, he died in grief and died directly in the cowshed in the small mountain village. No one dared to collect the body for them.

Shi Dashen was dead, so he no longer prepared to leave that place.

The people there were commanded to do the dirtiest and tiring work.

Being trampled on as a human dignity.

Slowly becoming numb.

It was not until two years ago that the master appeared in front of him and took him back to the Shi Mansion.

It was a winter with heavy snow. He was frozen to death in the cowshed. The master stepped on the snow and walked to him step by step, squatting down. His eyes were indifferent, but he gave him the soup in his hand and stuffed a crispy and fragrant fennel bean into his mouth.
Chapter completed!