Fake Mechanic

Mu Yuehai is concentrating on roasting the chicken. The reason why he is so concentrating is that he is afraid of messing up and ruining his impression with the teacher.

It's not that Mu Yuehai is not good at making this "Three Cup Chicken Nuggets", on the contrary, this is a dish he is very good at.

The reason was the people who were responsible for the regular delivery of ingredients from the Department of Government Affairs of the Imperial Capital.Only people like Mu Yuehai who live alone every day and spend a lot of time cleaning and preparing their own meals will know that the purchase of meat and vegetable ingredients is actually very simple. An essential condition - seasoning.

But for the people in the Secretary of Government Affairs, they only need to list the receipts to buy chicken, duck, fish, meat, and various fruits and vegetables. Naturally, someone will get them according to the picture, but the seasoning is different.

If there are one hundred kinds of ingredients in the world, then there are one thousand kinds of seasonings.Buying chicken will not bring back a four-legged dog, but the knowledge of seasoning, those people in the Secretary of Government Affairs are obviously not professional enough.

The best soy sauce in Qingcheng is "Huangyue" from Qiuhuayuan, the best well salt is from Liujiashan in the southern suburbs, and the pepper is the best from the people in Beitian Mountains, Yuhe Prefecture, 60 kilometers away. The taste buds are stimulated ten times, and it is really numb; as for the most commonly used chili pepper by the Yishi Star, it is the five-finger chaotian pepper at the foot of the West Kunlun Mountains, which has a spiciness of 60 Scovie, which means that a serving of chili costs [-] double the amount of water to fully dilute it, Mu Yuehai's favorite.

Recalling the seasonings he likes to use one by one in his heart, and then seeing the large and small rows of oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar in front of him, all without exception, with the sign of "Xu Jin Kee", Mu Yuehai felt a little helpless.

Tsui Kam Kee is a big businessman who has a little relationship with the royal family. Those people in the Secretary of State Affairs can't be as particular as him, so naturally they won't go far and wide to collect original seasonings.

Sighing, there is no other way to think about it, just like holding an unsuitable weapon in your hand, even if the dance moves have not changed at all, but you know in your heart that this is not my way of swordsmanship.

The same goes for cooking.

At least Mu Yuehai thinks so.

However, he felt that this was all a bad thing. Because of the seasoning, he did it more carefully, so the things Xiang Yu told him were temporarily suppressed in his heart, and he could no longer be as unscrupulous as when he first heard it. Rampage in the mind, arousing more distracting thoughts.

That man who values ​​the glory of the Federation and the Muyue family more than anything else would actually do something like sell out his comrades in the army for political gain?

But there is nothing surprising about this. The weak eldest son who cannot bring hope to the family is locked at home like a poor little animal, surrounded by a lot of doctors and escorts who are restricted by strict confidentiality agreements. Waiting for the day when the whole body is paralyzed and then dead?

Occasionally, one or two thoughts came out stubbornly, and then Mu Yuehai shook his head and forcibly suppressed them.

From a distance, the young man by the stove was wearing an apron, shaking his head gently from time to time, not like an imperial swordsman, but like a chef who is not satisfied with his skills and state.

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Fengrenju only sees patients for half a day. This is a rule, and everyone knows it.It sounds like a big brand, but no one dares to say that this rule is not good.

For a famous doctor who might give him a hand at some point in the future and let him live another ten or eight years, all his willfulness will not be regarded as willfulness, especially those high-ranking and powerful people in Qingcheng. Zhiyi Shixing's most famous "medical sage" Dong Fengren actually moved to the outskirts of Qingcheng. This unexpected harvest of being close to the water and not needing to travel thousands of miles makes them turn a blind eye to this petty willfulness.

Doctors are human beings too. It is normal for a doctor to take a half-day rest after being sick for a long time. Besides, everyone knows that Dong Fengren is not resting. He spends the afternoon and evening on dispensing medicine.

Things are so weird, there is no registration office, no parking lot, no security guards and other service personnel to maintain normal order in front of Fengrenju, but everything here is in order.

Everyone is suffering from intractable diseases, and they come here to see the doctor just to keep the breath in their chests, and no one will make trouble for themselves because of the trivial things that are common in the hospital.

After entering the apricot grove around Fengrenju, it is the soul that is healed first, and then the body.

The reason why this small utopia can keep running is actually very simple, and it is unbelievably simple: because Dong Fengren does not charge money, and he can cure everything.

The patients dispersed, Xinglin became lonely again, and Mu Yuehai's three-cup chicken was almost ready. He was going to invite Xiang Yu and his teacher to come in for dinner. Looking at the figures of the two among the apricot trees from a distance, Mu Yuehai suddenly thought of asked a question.

Do you want to tell the teacher about yourself?

At this time, he just woke up like a dream, let alone how to choose that matter, he didn't even make up his mind whether to talk to someone or not.

More than 20 meters away, Xiangyu's back was covered with bright light spots by the shade of the trees above his head, Mu Yuehai was stunned, and pressed back the words that he wanted to call out to the two to come in.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and said to himself, "Mu Yuehai, when did you become so indecisive?"

After saying these words, the Sword Saint of Qingcheng suddenly realized that he had already made his choice.

But when he suddenly turned his head, a wry smile once again occupied his face.

While he was talking to himself, the invisible hourglass in his heart that all the chefs had lost its original effect, and a slight burnt smell penetrated his nose—this main dish, Three Cup Chicken, is still Missed the best cooking time.

Cooking is the most important thing about heat. Someone is right, when you are not in the mood, it is really not suitable for cooking.

"It's time to eat!"

Mu Yuehai yelled loudly towards Xinglinjian.

Xiang Yu turned his head, just in time to see the smile and relief on his face, which looked extraordinarily brilliant under the noon sun.

The fat man turned his head and said to Dong Fengren, "I'm sure now that you really shouldn't have taught him to use a sword back then."

"Just because he's good at cooking?" The one-armed uncle also saw the expression on Mu Yuehai's face, which was completely different from when he first met today.

"I really like to cook for others." The fat man replied very seriously, "A man like him should find a good woman to bear a lot of children for him, live this life in peace, and then die again Afterwards, relatives and friends gathered around the tombstone and sighed that the epitaph I wrote for him was really appropriate."

Dong Fengren was amused by his final words, "You think so far."

"No, it's not this sentence." Fatty's eyes showed a hint of relief and sympathy, "It should be——he behaves like a cook."