Chapter 128 Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Zhaoyang City

Nie Wenxuan saw that it was already dusk. He stood up and moved his somewhat stiff body when he heard someone knocking on the door.

He thought it was the servant of the mansion who was bringing him dinner, but when he opened the door, it was Huang Feng standing outside with a plate of dishes and a pair of chopsticks in his hands.

"Master Huang, what is this?" Nie Wenxuan was a little surprised.

"I made it, try it." Huang Feng was very enthusiastic.

"Young Master Huang, do you know how to cook?" Nie Wenxuan was surprised and felt a little ashamed, "Since I came to the capital, I have opened my mouth when I have food and my hands have been stretched out when I am wearing clothes. I am really ashamed!"

"You are good at everything, but you have read too many books in your head and are a bit stilted." Huang Feng tapped his head with chopsticks, then handed it over, "I didn't make it specially for you, but I asked you to help me taste it and give it some tips. Opinion."

"Then let me try it." Nie Wenxuan quickly took the chopsticks and picked up a strip of skin.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to put it in his mouth, Huang Feng stopped him: "It's too little. If you want a big mouth, take more."

"Oh." Nie Wenxuan took a big mouthful without warning and put it in his mouth. After a moment, "Cough cough cough..."

"Don't vomit!" Huang Feng stood nearby like a bully.

"Cough cough cough..." Nie Wenxuan choked with tears, but he really had no intention of vomiting. The taste that irritated his throat and penetrated his nose was something he had never tasted before.

He unexpectedly liked the taste and it made him feel like he couldn't stop.

Knowing he would choke, he still took another bite.

Huang Feng was very satisfied with Nie Wenxuan's reaction, but it was a pity that Xiao Nuan was not here. Compared to Nie Wenxuan, Xiao Nuan was the number one guinea pig in his mind.

"Master." At this time, a servant came running, "an elder from next door came to visit."

"next door?"

"Yes, before I started working here, this elder lived next door. He rarely went out and never came to visit. I don't know what happened today."

"Please come in quickly." Huang Feng didn't think much about it. He would know what his purpose was when he met him.

Who expected to meet the old man in the main hall? Before Huang Feng opened his mouth, he saw the other man closing his eyes and sniffing carefully.

Looking at this old man, he looks like he has white hair on his temples and is already in his sixties. If you look closely, you can see that the old man has a straight back and a light step. There is no trace of his waning years.

Although I couldn't detect a trace of aura on my body, it was definitely an ordinary person!

"Old man, what are you doing?" Huang Feng asked in confusion.

The old man opened his eyes and said with a smile: "I'm rude for coming to the door rashly. If I guess correctly, you just made a dish?"

"Yes." Huang Feng nodded, probably understanding the old man's purpose. It turned out that he was attracted by his craftsmanship!

"I have a proposal."

"You say."

"Let me try this dish and I'll tell you a story."

Huang Feng did not hesitate: "One dish can change a story. It's so worth it. Please come in."

Inviting the old man to sit down, Huang Feng went to find Nie Wenxuan and said before entering the door: "I didn't expect that the first time I cooked, the fragrance spread all over the place. Where are the dishes? I'll give them to the old man to try."

After entering the door, he saw Nie Wenxuan holding an empty plate and chopsticks: "Hiccup~"

Huang Feng: "..."

"Master Huang, I..." Nie Wenxuan felt as if he had done something wrong.

"It's okay, it's okay. You go to the main hall and chat with the old man, and I'll do it later." Huang Feng was very happy and full of motivation, so he ran to the kitchen to cook another dish.

When he arrived at the main hall, he found Nie Wenxuan and the old man chatting happily.

However, the old man's voice stopped abruptly after Huang Feng came in with a plate and stared closely at the plate of mustard-rare fried pork.

"Is this..." The old man seemed to want to ask, but raised his hand mid-sentence, "Don't tell me, I'll taste it first."

Huang Feng put the plate in front of him: "Please."

The old man immediately picked up a large chopstick. Nie Wenxuan on the side hesitated to speak. He was worried that the old man would not be able to bear such a large amount.

As expected, the old man's eyes turned red and he coughed violently.

Nie Wenxuan hurriedly handed over the water, but was rejected. The old man picked up another chopstick, looked at Lapi, and said, "Made from potatoes."

"yes!"

"This spicy taste..."

"Mustard, a condiment made from wasabi." Huang Feng wanted to say that there are actually many kinds of mustard, but when the words came to his lips, he gave up.

"It's unheard of. The method of cooking potatoes is also very novel."

"This is a big facelift." Huang Feng introduced.

The old man nodded and did not ask about the method. The chef's skills are secrets and how can he tell others easily.

If you get something, you have to give something. He took another bite, put down his chopsticks, and said slowly: "Once upon a time, there was a cook named Qian Jin, who had no other skills except cooking.

To be honest, I'm not very good at cooking, so I only do odd jobs in the restaurant.

The food in the hotel cannot be wasted. In order to practice his knife skills, he would go fishing by himself, or go up the mountain to catch some game. As a result, he lost his way on the mountain due to heavy rain, and by some strange combination of circumstances, he met a girl.

Qian Jin was also worried that the girl he met late at night was a female ghost. He was so frightened that the girl's carriage was robbed by gangsters and she fled into the mountains alone.

At that time, the girl had many cuts on her legs and feet and was extremely tired. She fell down in front of Qian Jin, saying that someone was chasing him behind her and begging him for help.

Qian Jin was actually very hesitant. He was often squeezed out in restaurants and was a little timid. But when he saw the girl's pleading eyes that day, he gritted his teeth, picked her up and ran away.

That was the most courageous thing he had ever done in his life.

Qian Jin carried the girl to the city and took good care of her. Every day, he heard the girl praise his cooking skills, which gave him the greatest satisfaction in his life.

After a while, the two fell in love, but Qian Jin only knew at this time that the girl was born in the capital and came from a wealthy family, so he was a little timid.

But the girl said that if he was afraid, she would elope with him, and if he was not afraid, she would go back to the capital with her.

Qian Jin didn't want to delay the girl's life, but he was reluctant, so he chose to go back to the capital with her, thinking that he would be rejected by the girl's family, so he gave up this idea.

Who knew that the girl went home and threatened to die, and Qian Jin saved the girl's life after all, so her family finally agreed, but she wanted to marry into the family.

Qian Jin agreed. He was an orphan, and as long as he could be with the girl he loved, what was wrong with marrying into the family.

After marrying into the family, the girl was afraid that Qian Jin would not be able to hold his head up at home, so she moved out and wanted to help him open a restaurant, but Qian Jin refused. He just wanted to cook for her alone.

The two loved each other and lived a very happy life, but unfortunately, life eventually leads to separation. At that time, they were both gray-haired. When the girl was dying, she wanted to eat another meal cooked by Qian Jin.

Qian Jin put all his efforts into that meal. When the meal was ready, the flames in the stove turned into a fire dragon that soared into the sky. He actually gave birth to spiritual roots out of thin air.

Qian Jin didn't know what happened at the time, and he didn't care. He just wanted to take the meal to see his wife as soon as possible.

Who knew that he was a step too late. When he stood in front of his wife with the meal, his beloved girl had closed her eyes forever.

So he smashed the stove and never cooked again. "