Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

Qin Jingru took a bite with some hesitation. As soon as the rice entered her mouth, she first smelled the aroma of eggs, which she loved the most. The distinct rice grains rolled up and down in her mouth, but for some reason, she felt a sour taste. The more she chewed, the stronger the sour taste became. This sour taste made Qin Jingru, who had an extremely strong tolerance, spit it out.

That feeling was very uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable.

"What's going on?" Yang Menglan was stunned.

"I don't know, it just tastes terrible..."

"Unpalatable?!" Yang Menglan was even more confused. No matter how much Liu Sandao disliked or criticized the food cooked by Cao Wei, he was only criticizing it according to the standards of a senior chef. No matter what, it couldn't be unpalatable.

Hearing this, she scooped a spoonful, put it into her mouth, and tasted it slowly.

The more he tasted, the tighter his brows frowned: "No, it's delicious. It's even better than what he usually makes."

"Yes, Mom, it's delicious." Cao Xiuchen objected.

"But it's really unpalatable..." Qin Jingru didn't understand and said hurriedly, "Is my tongue damaged?"

She hurriedly went to find a candy, put it in her mouth, and said while chewing, "It's okay, it's sweet."

Yang Menglan thought thoughtfully: "Same dish, different taste?"

"what?"

Yang Menglan took a deep breath and said, "In our industry, there has always been a legend that cooking skills can also be profound. The cooking process of a chef cannot be considered a "Tao", but only a "technique". Whether it is enhancing the freshness, removing the fishy smell, increasing the fragrance, controlling the fire, thickening, etc., they are all skills. Whether the talent is high or low, there are always traces to follow."

"But rumor has it that there is a way to change the taste of a dish without using any technique."

"What?" Qin Jingru asked curiously.

"Heart."

"Heart?" Qin Jingru didn't understand.

“Cook with your heart and put your spirit into the food.”

Qin Jingru: ...

"Master, this..."

If this had happened in the past, Qin Jingru would have believed it and thought it was amazing, but after learning from Lou Xiaoe for so many years, she has gradually formed her own judgment.

"I know this is incredible." Yang Menglan shook her head: "Even in the records of the ancestors, it was considered nonsense and just an exaggeration, but today..." Yang Menglan did not continue, but pointed at the fried rice: "This cannot be explained. The only explanation is that he made this rice when he was mentally injured. Only certain people can taste the bitterness in it."

"Brother Wei..." Qin Jingru muttered to herself, scooped up another big mouthful and put it into her mouth.

But he was stopped by Yang Menglan.

Qin Jingru was puzzled.

"Silly child, haven't you figured it out? He had no intention of leaving at all. Lou Xiao'e's departure was heartbreaking enough, and you did that to him. It's even more hurtful. You fell into Lou Xiao'e's trap." Yang Menglan sighed, "This is what he deserves. You don't have to be too sad."

Qin Jingru didn't hear anything else but the words "I didn't even think of leaving."

No thought of leaving at all = he likes me.

hey-hey……

Cao Wei didn't feel very good.

He felt like he was dreaming.

The dream was confusing.

A moment later, a giant octopus floated in the dark sky, its tentacles dancing in the wind. He instinctively wanted to escape, but no matter how hard he tried, his body was like a heavy stone, unable to move at all. When he turned around, the tentacles were only one meter away from his face. He wanted to scream.

But at this moment, the suction cup on the tentacle shook violently, and a head popped out from the suction cup.

That head belonged to Lou Xiao'e, with tear marks on her face in the rain. That day, he never turned back to look at her.

He was startled, sat up, and looked around in panic.

Familiar house, familiar layout.

His heavy breathing and the sore throat let him know that he was not in some strange world.

"Mom, mom, when is daddy ready? When can he play with me?"

As a child's voice came closer and closer, Qin Jingru entered the house with two little tails following her.

When she saw Cao Wei, she was delighted: "You are awake."

"Hmm." Cao Wei rubbed his temple. At this moment, he had woken up. He knew that he was probably sick. His throat still hurt. He asked with difficulty, "How long have I slept?"

As soon as this sentence came out.

Cao Leyao seemed to have discovered a new world: "Dad, dad, why do you talk like a duck? Did you eat duck secretly behind our backs?"

Cao Wei: ...

Qin Jingru: ...

This unlucky kid!

The two little kids were coaxed out.

Qin Jingru chattered to Cao Wei about what happened when he was unconscious.

The rest is okay.

When Cao Wei heard that his master's wife knew about it, he felt that there was nothing wrong with leaving this world.

But when he heard about the fried rice again, Cao Wei was shocked.

"What the hell?!" Cao Wei rarely loses his composure.

Qin Jingru nodded seriously: "What Master's Wife said should be true."

"Where's the fried rice?!" Cao Wei struggled to get up and wanted to take a look at the fried rice. He vaguely remembered that after the rice was fried, it seemed to emit green light. He thought he might have seen it wrong and wanted to rub his eyes. However, as soon as he raised his hand, he felt dizzy. Fortunately, he protected his head before falling, otherwise, if his head was hit, he would be in big trouble.

"The master took it back and looked at it for several days, but he couldn't figure out anything. Finally, it went bad, but the master didn't want to throw it away, so the master's wife threw it away."

Cao Wei: ...

Unexpected and reasonable.

Any cook would like to know what this strange egg fried rice tastes like.

"I also heard that the master would only pick a few grains of rice to eat each time, fearing that it would all be gone."

I would also be afraid of the weird-tasting fried rice that glows.

Very strange feeling.

"Huh, forget it then." Cao Wei lay back on the bed: "I'll sleep a little longer."

"Okay, would you like some water?"

"Then have a glass of water first."

"Or, take the medicine at the same time."

Cao Wei: ...

Closing his eyes, Cao Wei began to call upon the system in his heart.

"System, is my egg fried rice real?"

[Host, it’s real]

"Then what level is my egg fried rice?"

[An ordinary egg fried rice with a little spiritual power]

Cao Wei: ...

"What does it mean to add a little mental power?"

[The use of mental power is the ultimate pursuit of a civilization. This system appears in the host because the host has this potential. This system needs to record this change in the host.]