Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

"Hey, just come over to give him something."

"What is that?" Cao Xiucheng was stunned.

"Here." Cao Wei took out a book from his arms and placed it on the table. The book had no title. "This is the medical book left by the old man. He said that this thing must be completed. I thought about it and sent it to you. You should find a way to complete it. This is the old man's last wish. You can't refuse."

Cao Xiucheng;...

"Dad, the person the old man gave it to wasn't me, right?"

"That's you. That's it. I'm leaving now. Oh, by the way, I'm going to take your mother out for a walk. I won't be home for a while."

"Hey, hey..."

Cao Xiucheng was speechless as he watched Cao Wei run away.

President Sun was obviously shocked by Cao Wei's shamelessness.

"He just left?"

"You know my dad is like that." Cao Xiucheng sighed, "But it's good for them to go out for a walk."

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"I'm so tired... I'm so tired." Qin Jingru stuck out her tongue, leaning on her trekking pole, and looked at Cao Wei who was leading the way in front: "Slow down..."

The unhappy Qin Jingru gradually began to become happy under the guidance of Cao.

The place they went to was not somewhere else, but to the province where mushrooms are eaten. This time was just the right time to eat mushrooms. In addition, the current transportation is not very good, and the price of mushrooms here is not high. Cao Wei's original intention was not to bother too much, just buy some in the town and make it yourself.

"Who told you to come and pick mushrooms by yourself for no reason!" Qin Huairu followed behind unhappily.

Matsutake, an extremely precious edible fungus in later generations, is difficult to cultivate artificially, at least in this era. It can only grow on high-altitude mountains and is also one of the goals of their trip.

The mountain road was difficult to walk on, but fortunately, the women had practiced martial arts with him for some time, so their balance was not bad.

"Oh, I got it." Qin Jingru saw a small umbrella under the tree.

"Wow, good luck." Cao Wei glanced at one of the main goals of this trip, the Matsutake mushroom.

There are many kinds of mushrooms in Yunnan, such as chicken mushroom, dry mushroom, blue-headed mushroom, matsutake... and so on, and there are many edible ones.

Among them, the most famous one in later generations is the legendary Jianshouqing. This kind of mushroom, if cooked well, is also very delicious. As long as it is a mushroom, the price is not cheap.

Picking mushrooms is not an easy job.

This mountain road takes a whole day to walk.

Fortunately, the area has not been developed too much in this era, so mushrooms cannot be seen everywhere on the road, but they can be found after walking a few steps.

The delicious taste that comes with sweat is always pleasant.

They rented a yard at the foot of the town. Of course, they couldn't just come here to eat mushrooms, they also wanted to experience the local customs and culture.

"Brother Wei, how do I wash this?"

Lou Xiao'e went to get firewood, Qin Huairu went to boil water, and Qin Jingru washed the mushrooms.

Delicious ingredients are often cooked in the simplest way.

But this kind of cooking also requires certain techniques.

I don’t know why, but after arriving at this place, Cao Wei felt calm for the first time in a long time.

I haven't felt this kind of feeling for a long time.

Cao Wei divided his cooking skills into three stages.

One stage was when he was still working as a cook under Liu Sandao. At that time, relying on the experience of his previous life and the teachings of Liu Sandao, a famous and upright person, his cooking skills were considered to be somewhat successful.

In the second stage, he went to Siheyuan and entered the steel mill. He had a system to ensure that his cooking skills were on the right track. During this period, his level did not improve rapidly, but he made progress almost every day. This stage can be said to be his happiest stage. He cooked at work every day, studied at night, and dated girls. Time passed quickly.

The third stage is the mastery of cooking skills.

Actually, it can't be said to be a great achievement. According to the system, his cooking skills are already at the top of the human race. No matter which aspect, he has no shortcomings. Any ingredients or any dishes in his hands have no secrets. He can be confident that the dishes he makes are the most delicious.

This even includes tailor-made customization.

It was at this stage that he began to slack off.

It can’t be said that he is slacking off, but he still has something to pursue.

That was the glowing dish that was made that day.

But after so many years, no matter how he experimented, he couldn't make the so-called glowing food.

So, he gave up.

But when Liu Sandao passed away, holding his hand and whispering in his ear, "Can you still cook that kind of food?", he could hardly describe his feelings at that time. Was it reluctance, shock, or something else?

He didn't want to accept Mr. Yang's commission, and he couldn't accept it. The medical skills given by the system were very powerful, but they were not directly pointing to the root. What does it mean to point to the root? It means that water is composed of hydrogen atoms and oxygen atoms. People need to replenish water, and his medical skills are probably water, which can replenish water, but if you ask him about the principle of this thing, he doesn't know. He only knows that if you do this, the patient will get better.

The origin of this form was summarized by thousands of predecessors, and he was not clear about its most basic origin. Therefore, he handed this matter over to Cao Xiucheng. This was something he needed to study and it was also his responsibility.

But Liu Sandao's words made him realize that he had not forgotten.

Yes, he didn't forget.

How could Cao Wei forget it?

That plate of fried rice, the fried rice that Yang Menglan had spent three days studying and finally threw away, was like a nightmare, engraved in Liu Sandao's heart. Later on, he actually had no more pursuits. He just wanted to see if the legend was true.

Unfortunately, Cao Wei couldn't do it. Even now, Liu Sandao's lost look still appeared in front of his eyes.

He even comforted him in return, "You don't have to blame yourself. After all, it's something that only exists in legends. I think everyone has something to pursue in life. I have no regrets in this life. As for you..."

Having said this, he stopped talking.

The old man knew very well in his heart that this was a state of mind that could only be encountered by chance.

The inheritance of chefs has rarely been broken since ancient times. It is not a rare profession. It has been passed down from generation to generation. After so many generations, there are only a few words about the legend of "luminous cuisine". He wanted Cao Wei to try it, but he didn't want Cao Wei to try it.