The guy kneeling in front of the Yipin Tower was named Song Xiaoyun, sixteen years old.

He has been studying cooking at Yipinlou for three years, but in these three years, he has only learned one dish.

But it was this dish that hurt him.

The name of this dish is asparagus roasted shrimp balls.

When spring and summer meet, it is the time when asparagus grows the most vigorously, so customers like to come to the store to order this dish.

Fresh bamboo shoots with tender shrimp balls can always make diners feel salivation, and they will also eat a few more bowls of rice.

That day, Master Zhao, who was holding the spoon, was preparing to cook his specialty dish asparagus and shrimp balls, as usual, but as soon as the dish was put into the pot, a burst of cramps came from his belly.

His stomach was broken, Master Zhao couldn't help frowning, and his lower abdomen was about to collapse, almost breaking out the last line of defense.

He couldn't hold it anymore, so he put the pot and shouted, "Song Xiaoyun looked at the stove!" After that, he hurried to the thatched cottage.

Master Zhao didn't know what he ate yesterday and had a bad stomach. He went there for a long time but didn't come back.

The guests in front kept urging vegetables. Wang Er, who was running the hall, came over to question Song Xiaoyun, "Where has your master been?"

"Go to the cottage!"

"Go to the cottage at this time?" Wang Er was anxious and sweating. "The masters in front of him are quite good. If I'm anxious, I can't afford to leave!"

"Master should be back soon."

"How long have you been waiting for this?" Wang Er pointed to the dish in the pot, "I think the asparagus and shrimp balls are already cooked, so it's time to serve."

"It's not seasoned yet, it can't be made."

"Then you just season, why are you still standing there?"

"The master has rules. Without his instructions, I cannot go to the stove."

"Oh, my god!" Wang Er said impatiently: "This is a big furious thing. If I don't serve the food, I might not be able to save my job. Even if you help me, I'll beg you!"

Song Xiaoyun has been with Master Zhao for three years. He saw that his master had made this dish for three years. He would naturally know it if he could, but he had never made it before.

First, he felt a little itchy, and second, he couldn't resist Wang Er's repeated urging.

"I'll help you this time. If the master scolds me, you have to plead for me."

"No problem, wrap it on me." Wang Er patted his chest and promised.

"good."

Song Xiaoyun went to the stove. Although he was a little nervous when cooking for the first time, his thinking was still clear.

If the pot is directly restored and the pot is heated, the asparagus and shrimp balls will become old.

So he did not follow the normal method, but set up another wok and heated it over high heat. After the pot was boiling hot, he poured the previous semi-finished product back into the new pot.

Because just after leaving the heat, the remaining heat in the pot has already simmered the asparagus and shrimp balls, so the second time you only need to heat the pot.

He stir-fryed twice quickly, added salt, soy sauce and other condiments according to the amount, and finally poured it on the oil and put it in the pan to serve.

"Select the food." Song Xiaoyun walked down the stove with confidence.

"Your skills are good!" Wang Er held this plate of freshly cooked asparagus shrimp balls. Although he had never eaten this dish, he saw a lot. The color and fragrance of the asparagus shrimp balls made by Song Xiaoyun are not inferior to that of Master Zhao's skills. "It seems that your master has really taught you all the good things!"

Song Xiaoyun didn't say much.

Although Master Zhao has treated Song Xiaoyun well over the years, he has never taught Song Xiaoyun the skills of cooking. Because he has always said that Song Xiaoyun is not talented enough, and warned Song Xiaoyun not to be eager for quick success and instant benefits. He has a great knowledge of cooking and must at least have ten years of accumulation, which is definitely not a matter of overnight success.

Although Song Xiaoyun did not refute his master, he kept breathing in his heart and wanted to prove himself. So although the master did not take the initiative to teach him the skills of cooking, he kept observing and summarizing.

He felt that today was an opportunity to prove to his master that his disciple was not in vain!

But he was so naive that there was only so much knowledge on the stove. The old saying goes, his disciples starved his master to death, but he didn't even understand this principle.

He proved his talent, which meant he kicked his master from the position of the palm of his hand.

So when Master Zhao came back, he saw that the food in the pot disappeared, and he was furious on the spot: "Boy, don't you know how much you have? You dare to touch my food. If you smash my signboard, I will peel you off!"

Before Master Zhao could curse enough, Wang Er hurried over again, "Master Zhao, the guests in the box ate your food and called them to see you."

"Hmph, something happened." Master Zhao untied his apron and threw it on Song Xiaoyun, "I'll deal with you when I come back."

But that day, the guests in the private room were not only not unhappy, but also praised Master Zhao's skills, especially the asparagus and shrimp balls.

Master Zhao received ten taels of silver rewards for this, but he still had a stern face after he came back.

"You don't even see what you are. You dare to touch the stove without my instructions!" Master Zhao pointed to Song Xiaoyun's nose and taught a lesson: "Today I met a group of regular customers. If they hadn't looked at my face, you would have been driven to the street long ago!"

Song Xiaoyun knelt on the ground and was so scared that she didn't dare to let out.

This time he knelt for three days before the master forgives him and told him that this was his last chance. If he dares to make mistakes again next time, he will never let him go.

However, about half a month later, yesterday morning, I lost two pieces of bacon in the kitchen, and the person who was on duty in the kitchen that night was Song Xiaoyun.

So he was driven to the street.

He thought that as long as he knelt on his knees for three days and three nights this time, his master would forgive him.

But he probably has no chance.

The rain began to get heavier and heavier, and his thin body became shaky.

I couldn't help but see the scene from three years ago in my mind, it was also a rainy day.

Song Xiaoyun was sitting in a carriage without a tent in a straw raincoat. He was soaked all over and shivered with coldness.

"It's about to go to the city." The man who drove the car finally led the carriage to a flat road, and the speed also accelerated a lot. "Xiaoyun, you must learn skills from your master when you enter the city. You must know that this opportunity took half a year of food for your whole family, and you have to cherish it."

"I understand, Uncle San." Song Xiaoyun's voice was trembling with coldness.

"You have many brothers and sisters in your family, and you can't get so much food to feed the family. There is nothing you can do if your father asks me to send you away. Don't hold a hatred to your father."

"Brother and second brother are the pillars of the family. My younger brothers and sisters are still young. I am the only one who is the most suitable for apprentices in the city. I will not blame my father."

"I feel relieved that you are so sensible. You must be careful when you go out. Listen to your master. When you make a fortune, we will all benefit from it!"

"Don't worry, Uncle San, I will definitely make a name for myself. Even if I am a chef, I will be the best chef in the day!"

...

I want to be the best chef in the day! I want to be the best chef in the day!

No matter what, he would never forget his confident look in the carriage that day. He thought that as long as he worked hard enough, he would definitely succeed.

But the reality is so cold.

The oath of the past was slapped hard on his face like a whip!
Chapter completed!