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Chapter 162 161. You don't have to worry about this!
"Oh, I understand, no wonder," Xiang Jin nodded in amazement, no wonder his second uncle has not replaced the old with the new for so many years, and his cooking skills are only average, and there are still people patronizing him, so he hasn't been ruined. One is that there is no competitiveness, and the other is that there is no room for choice in the vicinity, and the three are probably for the sake of the friendship in the war.

Han Che looked at Xiang Jin expectantly and said, "How is it? Is it possible?"

Yan Chen said, "You can't ask for the recipe of that dish, you have to buy it with money, let's talk about the price first."

Han Che looked sideways at Yan Chen with a puzzled expression, and Xiang Jin did the same. Yan Chen said, "Because Xiang Jin owns that recipe, and your second uncle used it to make money."

Han Che was suddenly stunned, "Oh, I understand, I understand, Xiang Jin, then how much do you say for a piece, and I will buy it from you?"

Xiang Jin waved his hand, "That's not necessary, it's just about cooking. Everyone has their own characteristics and habits when cooking, so they may not be able to make the same taste. of.

For example, each of us has a different grasp of the heat of cooking, the control of warm oil, and the amount of seasoning, etc., etc., are all different. Thousands of people may make the same dish differently. There are thousands of different flavors. "

Han Che nodded, "I know, I know, I remember the taste of the two dishes you made, and I can let them cook them at that time, let me taste it, until I taste the same taste as you .”

Xiang Jin rolled his eyes towards the sky speechlessly, "Okay, then I'll tell you how to cook those two dishes."

Just when Xiang Jin was about to tell him what to say about the two dishes, Han Che pushed her into the room, "Let's go, please write it down. You might remember it, but you might forget it after a while."

"Dizzy," Xiang Jin couldn't help but rolled his eyes to the sky speechlessly again, but followed his words and walked towards his room.

Yan Chen frowned when he saw Han Che's action, then he stepped forward quickly and pulled him over, "Wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Han Che stood still.

Yan Chen pointed to the direction where they were sitting just now, "Take that stool with you, I saw that Xiang Jin took that stool out of her room at that time, I guess there is no one in her room right now. Stool, you asked her to write recipes for you, you can't let others write for you standing up, right?"

"Oh, oh, ok, ok," Han Che followed, ran back, picked up two stools, and headed towards Jin's room, but when he saw Yan Chen who was walking in front with nothing but empty hands, he just Couldn't help complaining, "Yan Chen, you lazy man, since you know that Xiang Jin doesn't have a stool in his room, you can just take one with you, why did you ask me to go back and get it?"

Yan Chen turned around and looked at him angrily, and said, "She is writing recipes for you, not me, why should I help you get a stool? Since you need someone, shouldn't you Does it look like you want something from someone?"

"Oh, yeah?" Han Che nodded after thinking about it.

The two entered Xiang Jin's room together, and saw that Xiang Jin had already sat at the desk in front of the window and began to write seriously.

Han Che looked at Yan Chen and said, "Doesn't she have a stool?"

Yan Chen casually took a stool from him, "Oh, I don't know, I thought there was only one stool in her room, but it doesn't matter, you and I will each sit on one later."

Han Che nodded, and then the two of them put the stool near the base of the wall of Xiang Jin's desk, and then they sat down together, and then they looked at Xiang Jin's room.

This time, Yan Chen discovered that there was an extra bamboo screen in Xiang Jin's room. It was placed in the middle of the room, dividing the room into two sections, and the innermost section was her bedroom. , as a private space, and the outermost area of ​​the screen is empty except for a wooden cabinet of Aunt Liao's house in the northwest corner of the wall and a small dustpan on the cabinet. This area is equivalent to a simple study.

The study is still tidy, apart from being simple, it is clean and bright at a glance.

Han Che said, "Xiang Jin, isn't the arrangement in your room too simple? There's almost nothing there?"

Xiang Jin said, "Why is it so complicated? If it's complicated, it will be troublesome for us to move, so it's like this, it's good."

"No way, don't you girls like to grow some flowers and plants? At least you put two pots of flowers and plants in your house. It's a bit green and looks angry, doesn't it? Your house, a little It’s not like a place for girls, but it’s a bit like a place for boys.”

The corners of Xiang Jin's mouth curled up, "I'm not angry enough to live in it? Besides, I'm so busy every day, how can I have time to take care of them? Maybe I won't be angry at some point, It’s not good to raise a dead breath.”

"Bah bah bah, what nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and get rid of it, it's unlucky to be angry or not," Han Che frowned in a hurry, and poohed three times in a row.

Xiang Jin joked, "You are more superstitious than my mother, don't worry, I don't do bad things, so what's unlucky?"

Han Che said, "Isn't it true that good people don't live long, and evil people last for thousands of years?"

Xiang Jin's face darkened immediately, and he squinted and stared at him coldly, "I really want to hit you, believe it or not?"

In her previous life, she was a good person who dealt with everything fairly and insisted on the principle of fairness and justice. As a result, she was so young that she was revenged to death before she even had time to talk about love, and then she came to this remote and backward place. She became a farmer in the corner of the mountain, and she was depressed to death.

Receiving her warning eyes, Han Che smiled at her, and then whispered to Yan Chen in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "So tough, you said you will grow up in the future?" Who dares to marry her?"

Yan Chen raised his eyes and looked at him lightly for a moment, then said, "You don't have to worry about this!"

Han Che nodded, "That's right, her mother should worry about this."

Yan Chen was speechless for a moment, gave him a sideways glance, and said, "You bastard!"

"What did you say?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it means that you can ask your second uncle for a commission if you go back with that recipe this time."

Han Che immediately said, "That's right, I found a new recipe for him, and he sold it for money, so it's not due to me? Sigh, tell me, I will ask them for it when the time comes." How much is the commission?"

Yan Chen said, "Then how do I know? I don't know how much he will sell these two dishes, and how much money he will make?"

Han Che thought for a while, then nodded, "That's right, well, forget it, let's talk about it when they make this dish. It seems that it's a little early to calculate the commission now."

Yan Chen didn't bother to talk to him anymore, but directly picked up a book from Xiang Jin's desk and started to read it.

However, Han Che looked at Xiang Jin's room again, and suddenly he became curious about the things in the small dustpan on the cabinet not far away, and followed him over there.

Then, after seeing that thing, he said with a pleasant face, "Xiang Jin, you still have Phellinus japonica at home?"

Xiang Jin turned sideways and looked at him, "Do you still know Sang Huang?"

"Did you underestimate me?" Han Che said provocatively with a proud face.

Yan Chen explained to Xiang Jin, "His grandfather and uncle both studied Chinese medicine. His grandfather is a senior professor at the Affiliated Hospital of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and his eldest uncle is also the chief physician there. The second uncle opened a private hospital in the provincial capital. Traditional Chinese medicine hall, so he has been exposed to some Chinese medicinal materials since he was a child."

Xiang Jin nodded, "Oh, so your family is actually a family of Chinese medicine?"

Han Che corrected with a proud face, "Wrong, it's not our family, but my grandfather's family, but it's not an exaggeration to say that it's a family. Five generations of my grandfather's family have studied Chinese medicine."

Xiang Jin gave him a thumbs up sincerely, "Amazing!"

Han Che pretended to be modest and said, "Oh, it's just so-so."

(End of this chapter)