Chapter 238 Royal Kitchen

Although the old man dressed as Zhou Zheng, what he said was merciless and straightforward.

However, Yuan Zhou did not get angry, but calmly asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"Who am I and what do you do?" The old man frowned, and turned around to leave.

"You are Mr. Ma." Yuan Zhou said with certainty.

"How do you know the old clumsy?" The old man turned his head, his tone was not very good.

"Intuition." Yuan Zhou said straightforwardly.

"Heh." The old man snorted, ignored him, turned around and left.

"I'm sorry, just wait a moment." Yuan Zhou took a few steps forward and walked directly in front of the old man regardless of the old man's cold face.

"Old clumsy and you have nothing to say, where are you going?" The old man was wearing a straight tunic suit, he walked steadily step by step, his head was not leaning, and he was very imposing at first glance.

"Mr. Ma, it seems that you know my purpose, so I'll make a long story short, I hope to have the honor to taste your delicious food in person." Yuan Zhou's face was serious and serious.

"Small things are not too small, why does the old man want to feed you." The old man said not a question, but an affirmation.

"You just said that this is a waste of money, so I think you shouldn't want to waste food." Yuan Zhou affirmed.

"What does it have to do with Lao Zhuo, go away." The old man said he didn't know why, but got angry and drove Yuan Zhou away.

Seeing that Mr. Ma was very determined, Yuanzhou didn't want to go up and ask again, he could only go back to the place he rented.

"Haha, I heard that you were scolded by old man Ma?" The old man said with a smile from afar, his tone full of ridicule.

"No, it's just that you didn't promise me the soup." Of course, a small village had no secrets at all, so Yuan Zhou said directly.

"You have a big heart, but you found the wrong person. Old Man Ma has not been in charge for many years." The old man said with emotion.

"Why?" Yuan Zhou observed Mr. Ma closely today, and found that he was healthy, his face was rosy, and he scolded people like a bell. It should not be a physical problem.

"I do not know then,

This old man is weird. He never cooks his own food, and he always picks up on what other people cook. "The old man knocked on the cigarette rod and said calmly.

"Mr. Ma went to eat at someone else's house?" Yuan Zhou was a little curious.

After all, as a chef himself, it is not because he heard that there are special delicacies, but he prefers to cook and eat them himself. Others' craftsmanship is not comparable to his own.

"No, that old man is a weirdo. If I didn't really know that his ancestor was a royal chef, and he really did a state banquet, who would believe him."

"State banquet?" Yuan Zhou had never heard of this, but he only knew that Mr. Ma was originally from Manchu, and his surname was the same as that of the previous Eight Great Families. His ancestors cooked for the emperor. .

"No, he was a sensation when he came back to us, but now no one is willing to pay attention to him." The old man continued to smoke and gossip while Yuan Zhou listened carefully.

Not yet asked, "Why don't you want to talk to him?"

"After the guy returned to the village, he refused to accept apprentices, saying that he didn't have the qualifications to teach Baijiao, and he didn't cook for himself. Even if the owner had a meal with the western family, he was not forgiving." The old man said very angrily. , looks pissed off.

"Thank you, I understand." After Yuan Zhou heard this, he instantly thought of an idea that might be able to achieve his own.

"Understand what?" The old man was at a loss.

"May I ask if you can lend me the stove and ingredients." Yuan Zhou did not answer, but asked sincerely.

"Oh, okay, everything is in the cabinet. You can use me to calculate the money. Of course, I won't charge you any money." The old man was still very generous.

"I'm going to cook noodles in clear soup, do you need a bowl?" Yuan Zhou was a little embarrassed when he heard that he didn't need any money, so he asked.

"That's good, the clear soup noodles are fast, I want a small bowl to fill my stomach." The old man put down the cigarette stick and said comfortably.

"I want uncle too." Before Yuan Zhou agreed, a little boy's voice came from there.

"Well, there's only a small bowl." Yuan Zhou said that he was definitely not holding grudges, he was just a child, and he couldn't finish eating too much.

"Thank you, uncle." The little boy was very polite. Although there were some red marks on his face, he was still cute.

What Yuanzhou wants to do is naturally the clear soup noodles in the store, but there is no flour and water like that, and the wheat flour in this place is also pure natural and pollution-free.

The process of clear soup noodles was thoroughly familiar to Yuanzhou, and three bowls of clear soup noodles were poured out of one pot, which were just filled into two large and one small white porcelain bowls.

The white and yellowish noodles, the clear noodle soup, and the slowly emitting aroma all make the index finger move.

"Hey, why don't you have any eggs, and the chopped green onion is in the box over there. I can't find it?" The old man said in doubt as he took the bowl.

"I found it, but this bowl of noodles doesn't need those." As a little expert in finding things, it's okay to find something, but Yuanzhou is very confident, and he doesn't need those flavors, only the taste and strength of the wheat itself. .

"That's fine, just eat it like this." The old man was not picky, he put it in the bowl and was ready to eat.

"I want to borrow your bowl." Yuanzhou greeted first.

"No problem, take it." The old man said generously.

"Uncle, walk slowly." The little boy said obediently, even calling him uncle.

"Thank you." Yuan Zhou nodded lightly in thanks, took out a plate and covered it with a slight tilt to prevent dust from entering the bowl and affecting the taste and taste.

This bowl was naturally given to Mr. Ma. Yuan Zhou believes that his cooking skills are at the peak level, and maybe he can improve his cooking skills and hope to eat that imperial meal.

People have endless appetite for eating, such as the highly poisonous puffer fish, and there are still countless people who go forward to enjoy its deliciousness.

And Yuanzhou is of course willing to go all out in order to eat the imperial meal. For example, Yuanzhou felt that this time he had used his skills to twelve points and was very satisfied with himself.

It was easy to find Mr. Ma's house, because he was really famous, and within five minutes Yuan Zhou quickly arrived in front of Mr. Ma's house.

"Mr. Ma, your lunch." At 2:20 in the afternoon, Yuan Zhou estimated that Mr. Yima had just returned to the village and must have not eaten lunch.

"Why, there is still someone delivering food today? The old man is not lame." Mr. Ma said it was not a good word. It seems that this is not only for Yuanzhou, but for everyone. It is like saying, 'I don't look down on you. , I look down on everyone's feelings. ’

"Try it." Yuan Zhou didn't say much, he was not good at interpersonal communication.

"It's you kid again." Mr. Ma snorted, and without refusing, he sat down and started eating with a calm expression on his face.

But the grandfather and grandson who eat noodles over there can't calm down... (To be continued.)