Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

"This kid is still lying?"

"Look at you, you're a grown man, can't you have some secrets? Okay, okay, didn't you hide it from your father when you talked to Liu Sandao before?"

"How can it be the same?"

"Why is it different?" Old Master Yang didn't care at all: "As long as he knows it himself. By the way, has he married?"

"Not yet." Yang Menglan shook her head: "But it should be soon. Last time, I saw her walking with a girl in Shichahai."

"Really?" Old Master Yang said meaningfully.

"By the way, old man, is it really okay if he doesn't want to study medicine? Our family heritage won't be broken, right?" Yang Menglan couldn't bear to see the family tradition cut off. It was not easy to find a disciple these days.

The course of Traditional Chinese Medicine relies more on inheritance.

The academic qualifications on the Chinese medicine practitioner qualification certificate can be filled in as “inherited from ancestors”.

"Hey." Old Master Yang chuckled, "Medicine, medicine, medicine and medicine are inseparable. This kid wants to study pharmacy without studying medicine. The medicinal food he makes will eventually be given to people to drink. When it comes to medicine, you can never be too careful. If you don't study medicine, how can you know the effect of the medicinal food? It's just a different path to the same end."

Yang Menglan looked at him as if she was meeting Mr. Yang for the first time.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You have to learn medicine step by step. From what I can see so far, the young man has a good memory, but I don't think he will be successful."

"Why?" Yang Menglan was puzzled.

"It's too late." Old Master Yang sighed. "At the age of 20, he is full of energy and it is not easy to calm down. After a while, when he gets married and experiences separation, it will be even more difficult. What's more, if you count the days, he has to go to work almost every day. How much time can he have to study with me?"

This is true.

Traditional Chinese medicine does not rely solely on memorization, but also requires practice, knowing how to process and identify medicinal materials.

Even if one has great talent, it takes a long time to learn Chinese medicine. As for how long it will take to be able to practice Chinese medicine, no one knows.

Even if he is brought up by my side since childhood, by the time he can really become a master, I estimate he will be at least 27 or 28 years old.

There are geniuses, but they are few and far between.

"That……"

Old Master Yang waved his hands and said, "I am old too. I don't have the energy to train an apprentice. So let it be. If this kid can learn, then he can. If not, I will give him my fortune. I will let him find someone else to pass it on. It won't be cut off, don't worry."

"That... is fine too." Yang Menglan finally felt relieved.

But, is it really impossible to break it off?

Old Master Yang sighed in his heart, he didn’t know.

Cao Wei's mind was not so complicated in the kitchen.

Now the only problem before him was to make the mapo tofu well.

Tofu is known as vegetarian meat. It is delicious and nutritious, and is a good substitute for meat. In this era, eating steamed bread with tofu is also a kind of enjoyment. The kitchen of Baweizhai is not very luxurious, but just an ordinary family kitchen.

Cao Wei took a look and was about to ask for some seasoning.

The old guy who was outside just now came in and greeted him: "Master Cao, the shopkeeper asked me to ask if you need any seasoning. I will bring it to you."

"Okay..." Cao Wei glanced around the kitchen, muttering, "Sichuan peppercorns, dried chili peppers, onions, ginger, and garlic. I need fresh ginger, garlic sprouts, and garlic cloves..."

"Then please wait a moment, I will bring it to you right away."

Under Liu Angxing's guidance, Cao Wei's understanding of Mapo Tofu has been further improved. Now, he can basically reproduce the magical Mapo Tofu in the animation. Of course, this thing doesn't flash.

The moment the flames rose, a strong fragrance spread in all directions.

Cao Wei looked intently at the ingredients in the pot, and under his hands, they gradually became what he wanted. This was the first time he made this dish in the real world.

He does each step with full concentration.

Master Liu once told him that with his level and foundation, he could not make qualified "Magic Mapo Tofu" without full concentration. Not only must he concentrate, but he must also have awe for the dish in his hand. This involves the spiritual realm. Coincidentally, Cao Wei's piety for food has exceeded that of most people.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been a cook in his previous life, and wouldn’t have chosen to be a cook in this life.

He likes cooking.

I like the process of cooking and enjoy the process of cooking.

He also likes to see the satisfied smiles on the guests’ faces when they eat his food.

In his life journey, cooking and being a cook undoubtedly occupied a large part of it.

After finishing, he took the Mapo Tofu out of the pot and carefully placed it on a plate. He looked up and paused to wipe his sweaty hands. He saw five pairs of eyes outside the kitchen staring at him eagerly.

"No, Master's Wife, Old Man, and Shopkeeper, what are you doing?"

“Ahem.” Old Master Yang was still old after all, and his face became thicker. “Look, it smells pretty good. I have nothing else to do, so I came to take a look. Now that it’s ready, let’s serve it out and eat it.”

"Yes, yes, yes." The shopkeeper nodded frantically.

Yang Menglan's eyes lit up frighteningly: "Xiao Wei, have you improved?"

You know, those who are here are experts.

Experts have different perceptions. In the culinary world, there is a tongue called the tongue of God. In fact, that is an exaggeration. However, the tongue of a chef is indeed different from that of an ordinary person. It is more the result of acquired training. What ingredients will be used, what will the taste be, how is the heat, how is the level of thickening, these things, as long as you are in this field, you can taste them.

The same goes for the scent.

Although the people here were not cooks, they were all from the same lineage as Cao Wei's master Liu Sandao, and they had eaten a lot of good food before that. The aroma that could interest them was definitely not an ordinary aroma.

"Come on, try it, try it, don't just stand there." Without saying anything, Grandpa Yang used a spoon to serve himself a spoonful and asked everyone to start eating.

This is the basic dining etiquette. If there are elders at home, let them start first. If the rules are loose, there will be no other requirements. If the rules are strict, there will probably be specific requirements.

The old man spoke, and everyone started to take action.

Yang Menglan carefully scooped up a spoonful and put it into her mouth.

At this moment, she seemed to see the sunshine...