? Luo Maogang said: "Sit down."

Luo Junsheng poured tea for the two of them: "Drink tea."

Yang Ming said: "I don't drink anymore, I can't sleep if I drink it, and the boss also drinks less."

Wang Xiaoming touched the back of his neck a little embarrassedly: "I don't mind, just drink a little."

The Luo family all stared at Yang Ming. The wound on Yang Ming's face had healed, the bruise on his forehead had faded to a less obvious extent, the wound on the corner of his eyebrow had also healed, and there was a dark red scab. scars. Yang Ming sat calmly at the tea table, letting you watch.

Luo Mao just spoke: "What Yang Ming said is true, no joke?"

Yang Ming's eyelids didn't lift: "Yes, it's all about teaching and meeting, and the old man is not deceived."

These words were extremely casual, and the Luo family looked at each other. Wang Xiaoming maintained the state of observing his eyes, nose, nose and heart, and tried his best to weaken himself into a statue.

Luo Junsheng hesitated for a moment: "Can this price be negotiated again?"

Yang Ming said: "The cheapest price, and it's limited to twenty dishes. I won't teach any more."

Wang Xiaoming didn't mention these twenty dishes in the message, and the Luo family gasped when they heard it. Twenty dishes cost 100,000 yuan, which is too expensive.

The two women present blurted out: "No way!"

Luo Junsheng and Luo Maogang didn't speak for a while, father and son smoked silently, still thinking about it.

Luo Maogang's wife Li Qiulian said: "Alu, Auntie knows that you are short of money, but making money is not so profitable. People need to be conscientious."

Wang Xiaoming felt very embarrassed, as if he had come to their house to corrupt money. Yang Ming said: "This has nothing to do with him, it's my business, the transaction is fair, whether you buy it or not is up to you."

Luo Junsheng said: "I only needed 10,000 or 20,000 to go to a chef school, and I can learn more than 20 dishes in school."

Yang Ming said: "Then you go to school to study."

Luo Junsheng's face is a bit ugly. Of course, the chef school can learn a little bit, but it's all basic skills, focusing on theory. It is impossible for teachers to teach one-on-one. How much can be learned depends on the person.

Luo Maogang said: "You young man, talking like taking guns and pills, is there no room for negotiation?"

Yang Ming said: "Five thousand yuan a piece, I think it is very cheap. If you don't need it, we won't force it."

Luo Junsheng's wife He Juan snorted: "Who can't cook, five thousand yuan for a dish, go grab it!"

Yang Ming sneered: "Five thousand yuan to buy a recipe is expensive? You probably don't know that there are really five thousand yuan dishes in this world."

Luo Junsheng hurriedly stopped his daughter-in-law: "Ajuan, don't talk too much." He turned around and said to Yang Ming, "Don't laugh at women with long hair and short knowledge. There are indeed several thousand yuan dishes, but in our small place, basically It’s all home-cooked food, and I can’t make any delicacies from the mountains and seas, and 5,000 dishes are really expensive.”

Yang Ming said: "You eat the sea by the sea, what is it not seafood? If you can't bear the money, don't learn from me. Anyway, my boss will open a restaurant in the future. One hundred thousand yuan is not a big amount. It will be back soon.”

Wang Xiaoming glanced at Yang Ming, scratched his forehead, and concealed his embarrassment. When he was going to open a restaurant, he seemed to be telling the truth.

Luo Maogang said: "Then you can make a dish and let us taste it to see if your dish is worth the money."

Yang Ming said, "Yes."

Luo Junsheng said: "How about tomorrow, it's too late today."

Yang Ming said, "I don't need tomorrow. I'll borrow your kitchen. Do you still have any vegetables?"

Li Qiulian said: "There are also a few potatoes and carrots."

Yang Ming said, "Is there salad oil and sesame oil?"

"Have."

"Do you have white sesame seeds?"

"Also."

Yang Ming rolled up his sleeves: "Enough."

All the lights in the kitchen were turned on, and Wang Xiaoming walked in as well. Fortunately, the Luo family's house was big enough, and the kitchen was big enough. A few people stood in, but they were able to stand down.

Yang Ming found a carrot, took one in his hand, and said to Wang Xiaoming, "Boss, help me boil some water."

Wang Xiaoming knew that he was calling himself, so he said, "Do you want to boil water, is the water in the teapot good?"

Yang Ming nodded: "Okay, boil it first."

Wang Xiaoming took a look, the teapot happened to have a pot of boiling water, and brought it over: "Already have it."

Yang Ming stopped talking, he washed the carrots, tried the edge of the knife, and then started chopping the vegetables. Anyone who has cooked knows that carrots are not easy to cut, because carrots are too hard, have no texture, and have uneven strength.

This was the first time Wang Xiaoming had really seen Yang Ming's knife work. He was holding a carrot in one hand and a knife in the other, like cutting tofu. After a few knives, the carrot slices came out, evenly thick and well-proportioned in size. Then I heard the sound of a chopping board, and the whole carrot was cut into filaments, each of which was the same thickness.

Yang Ming turned on the fire, poured in the salad oil, and heated the oil with a low heat. Before the oil was smoking, he poured the carrots in, and turned them in the oil with chopsticks for ten seconds, then turned off the heat and took out the carrots. Come, put it in boiling water, let it stand for a while, take it out, and squeeze out the water. Pour out the oil in the pan, add a little oil again, turn on low heat, stir fry gently with chopsticks in the pan, when the water is dry, add salt and monosodium glutamate, then adjust the heat to medium, pour in sesame oil, and stir fry for about a minute , pour it out, sprinkle with white sesame seeds, and put it in front of the crowd.

"Insufficient materials, barely usable. Taste." Yang Ming said calmly.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the plate of shredded carrots that were cut like the fans, and the knife work ~lightnovelpub.net~ was already very shocking. Yang Ming took a pair of chopsticks for Wang Xiaoming, Wang Xiaoming took it, and put a few shredded carrots into his mouth, his eyes lit up, and there was an indescribable strange feeling on his tongue, there was no carrot smell at all, fresh, crisp and fragrant. Thick and delicious, I almost want to swallow my tongue: "Yang Ming, how did you do it?"

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's expression, Luo Maogang's family also pulled out chopsticks to try it. After the entrance, the whole family was silent.

Yang Ming wiped his hands with a towel: "It's delicious, I'll make it for you later." Then he walked out of the kitchen.

Several people in the Luo family were rushing to eat shredded carrots. Wang Xiaoming wanted to try some more, but found that there were no more, so he put down his chopsticks and followed him out. He was so happy that Yang Ming would make this dish for them in the future. .

Yang Ming walked out of the kitchen without stopping, and walked out. Luo Junsheng caught up: "Master Yang Ming, please stay."

Yang Ming stopped, looked back at him, and said indifferently, "Do you want to learn?"

Luo Junsheng's face showed some embarrassment: "I offended just now, please sit down and talk slowly."