Chapter 1884 Lao Ma Copied His Hands

Latest website: "The flying eagles in Huangmen are immovable, and the royal chefs are constantly sending out eight delicacies."

This is a famous saying by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty. Since the Western Zhou Dynasty, imperial chefs have appeared, but they have different names. The imperial chefs were similar to the imperial doctors. They were not necessarily the strongest at the time, but they were definitely among the top ones at the time.

The venue for this knife sealing banquet was surprisingly low-key. In Chef Yang's own small manor, the kitchen was open, and the cooking methods and techniques were displayed in front of everyone.

Although the chef industry is very precious, the guests at this banquet were all familiar people and famous chefs, so Chef Yang didn't have any petty ambitions.

After Yuanzhou and Mr. Ma got up early in the morning and packed up, they planned to go to Chef Yang's residence.

"Mr. Ma, do we need to prepare a gift for Chef Yang?" This is Yuan Zhou's second question.

Yuan Zhou had asked Mr. Ma this question before, but Mr. Ma did not give an accurate answer. Just in case, Yuan Zhou brought a piece of huanghuali wood as big as a palm.

Although Yuan Zhou has collected many ancient books, Chef Yang didn’t even touch the knife after the knife sealing banquet. Isn’t it a bit inappropriate to give away ancient books?

It's a bit like giving someone a football when everyone else is in a wheelchair. It's funny.

"Didn't I tell you that you don't have to? Well, maybe I forgot to mention it. Old Sheep is similar to me. He doesn't like to receive gifts. It's fine if people go. I didn't even bring anything with me." Mr. Ma replied.

The hotel is not close to Chef Sheep's residence, and the drive takes an hour and a half without traffic jams.

Early this morning, Yuanzhou received a call from Wushou. The purpose was to ask for Yuanzhou's address, and then Yuanzhou said that it was urgent.

Wu Hai was silent for a long time, and then said: Come back soon. He hung up the phone. As long as Yuan Zhou had serious business, Wu Beast would still be very knowledgeable.

Chef Yang lives in a relatively remote suburb, so the hotel where Yuan Zhou and Mr. Ma are staying are already quite close.

The manor is actually not very big. After all, the land around Goose City is not cheap, but this manor is passed down from the ancestors of the Yang family.

It covers an area of ​​about one and a half acres, with trees and flowers everywhere, and the atrium landscape is pretty good.

Probably because of Mr. Yang’s career issues,

When Yuan Zhou entered, he noticed a small vegetable patch in the distance. With his eyesight, he knew that the vegetables inside were well taken care of.

"Humph, I still like to do these silly things. Remove these landscape stones and corners so that more vegetables can be planted." Mr. Ma said.

Having said this, Yuanzhou remembered that the small mountain village where Mr. Ma lived was not big, but later he heard from the villagers that Mr. Ma did have two pieces of land that he took care of.

Yuan Zhou helped Mr. Ma walk in a specific direction along the stone-paved road. Looking at Mr. Ma's skill, he knew that this was not his first time in this place.

At a fork in the road, I saw a tall figure standing there in the distance. I estimated that he was about 1.8 meters tall. His hair was all white and his face was wrinkled, but his complexion was rosy and his energy was bright. He looked like a spirit. The uncle.

Yuanzhou secretly guessed that this was probably the protagonist of today's banquet.

Sure enough, when he got closer, Mr. Ma could see the figure clearly.

"Hahahaha, Lao Ma, you are moving too slowly. Lao Mo and Lao Ge have already arrived and are waiting for you." When the tall old chef Yang saw Yuan Zhou and the others, he immediately strode forward to greet them. Very good spirit.

"I have already given you a lot of face by coming all the way here, not to mention the fact that I brought people here." Mr. Ma said, mentioning Yuan Zhou casually.

"Yes, yes, this is the Chef Yuan you are talking about." Chef Yang exchanged greetings with Mr. Ma and turned his attention to Yuan Zhou.

Yuanzhou wore a slightly casual suit today for the sake of formality. It would not appear too formal or rude. Of course, Xiaoya helped with the matching of clothes.

"Hello, Chef Yang. It's an honor to attend your sword sealing banquet." Yuan Zhou heard this and bowed slightly to show respect.

"As people get older, they cannot keep up with the times. If Lao Ma hadn't told me a lot about Chef Yuan, I wouldn't have known that such a genius had emerged in the culinary world."

Although he was unexpected about [My Love] Yuan Zhou's age, Chef Yang was still very curious about the famous chef highly recommended by Mr. Ma.

"I'm also very happy that Chef Yuan can come. Let's have more exchanges then."

"That's my honor." Yuan Zhou is also looking forward to it.

"It's not over yet. I don't know if I've been gone for a long time. Go indoors to get some water." Mr. Ma said.

"Your bad temper has not changed after all these years. No wonder you refuse to move out of the village. Lao Ma, are you afraid of being beaten to death outside the village?" Chef Yang glared at Mr. Ma who was leading the way.

Even though Chef Sheep is over seventy years old, he is in good health and can walk with a long stride, so he can give more weight than a young man.

Soon the group of three people arrived at the door of a hall, with a plaque on it saying Feng Dao Hall.

People spend their whole lives as examiners, interviewing who can attend their funerals, while chefs who have inherited the knife-sealing banquet spend their whole lives building the knife-sealing hall.

To put it bluntly, it feels almost like the emperor building his own tomb while alive.

"Come in quickly, Lao Ge and the others were still talking about you before." Chef Yang stepped into the Feng Dao Hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, the first thing that attracted Yuan Zhou was not the extremely large Eight Immortals table in the center, but the seven white-haired old men who were quarreling with each other, as if they were about to fight in the next second.

That's right, there was a room full of old men in the hall, all with white hair, and the last one was gray, so Yuan Zhou stood out from the crowd when he came in.

"Hey, Lao Ma, you came just in time. We are arguing about something. Come and take a look." A short and fat old man turned around and saw Yuan Zhou and his party.

For some reason, Lao Ma's name made Yuanzhou unconsciously think of copying hands.

Rongcheng's specialty old sesame paste is not something outsiders are accustomed to eating because it is not spicy, but contains a lot of Sichuan peppercorns and is sesame. Many tourists who only eat spicy food but not sesame feel like they are being poisoned and their lips are sore when they try one portion. Numb.

This time when I go back, I can try Lao Ma Chao Shou for breakfast, Yuanzhou thought to himself.

Back to the subject, Mr. Ma entered the room, which caused all the voices in the room to stop. They all looked towards the door and said hello one by one.

Of course, all the eyes were looking at Yuan Zhou. There was no way that a young man suddenly appearing in a room full of old men would definitely attract attention. Moreover, after several years of cooking training, Yuan Zhou's demeanor was certainly extraordinary.

"Are these your nephews and nephews?" The short, fat old man who came over frowned slightly.

The younger generation of chefs are not invited to the sword-sealing banquet. This is not a rule to maintain one's identity, but the sword-sealing banquet is basically about "witnessing", and the witnesses naturally need to be peers or elders.

Have you ever seen younger people witness their elders? All hell breaks loose.

Hmm... At Chef Yang's age, there are no elders in the culinary world, so he has to be a peer. Chef Yang's direct disciples are not qualified to come anyway.

So I have this question.

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