I can see the book of life and death

The wild boar meat didn't taste as dry as expected, but was unexpectedly soft and rotten. It was mixed with the sour taste of sauerkraut and a unique aroma of oil. Zhang Mingtu couldn't help but twitch his index finger.

After finishing two large bowls in a row, he finally raised his head. Wang Yulan was looking at him with a smile.

"You must be exhausted. Eat more."

Looking at the large bowl of rice and a pile of pickled vegetables in front of Wang Yulan, but not much meat, Zhang Mingtu felt sad and blushed a little.

He used a spoon to scoop out several large pieces of stewed wild boar meat for Wang Yulan, and put them into her bowl amidst Wang Yulan's scolding sounds.

"Hey, you eat more, I don't like meat..."

Zhang Mingtu didn't listen at all. If he were still eight years old, he might have believed it.

While eating the meat, he praised: "Mom, how come your wild boar meat is so stewed and so fragrant?"

When Wang Yulan saw the meat in the bowl, she looked at Zhang Mingtu who was obviously very tough and refused to let her take the meat back.

He was stunned for a moment, then a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"The child has grown up!"

After hesitating for a moment, she took a piece of stewed wild boar meat and put it in her mouth. The meat was very fragrant, with a hint of sweetness, which poured directly into her heart.

"Hey, I learned these skills from your grandpa. My skills are far behind. Your grandpa was the chef of Ming Yuxuan back then, and I didn't learn even ten-tenths of it from him..."

"Grandpa..."

Zhang Mingtu paused for a moment. The only person who fled to Jianyi was his mother.

As for his grandfather, he lacked food and clothing during the escape.

I heard from my mother, Wang Yulan, that she had a serious illness before arriving in Jianyi and did not get over it.

His father, Zhang Jishi, didn't talk about it much, but Zhang Mingtu knew a thing or two.

Grandpa’s craftsmanship was first-rate, but it’s hard for a clever woman to make a living without rice, and even tree bark and Guanyin soil were eaten on the way to escape.

It was rare to get a little food, so my grandfather gave more to his mother, Wang Yulan.

Originally, his health was pretty good, but he suffered from hunger all the way, was caught in a heavy rain, and had a high fever that didn't go away, so he couldn't get sick anymore.

When her mother, Wang Yulan, mentioned her grandfather, her words inevitably brought a hint of sadness, but seeing that Zhang Mingtu was enjoying his meal, she quietly changed the topic to cooking.

"It's still troublesome to cook wild boar well. Sauerkraut can make wild boar more delicious, but after all, it's too dry and has no fat..."

"If you want it to be delicious, stew it in a pot for two hours until it becomes soft and tender. When frying the sauerkraut, add some refined lard to make it richer in fat and more delicious and appetizing..."

"In order to make the wild boar stew easier, it's best to add some hawthorn..."

This was originally to change the topic, but when it came to cooking, Wang Yulan couldn't help but say a few more words.

Usually, if he mentions a few more words, Zhang Mingtu will impatiently interrupt him. He would rather listen to the grievances and grievances in the world, and the flash of swords, rather than waste time on these trivial matters.

Zhang Mingtu did not interrupt today, and Wang Yulan was also a little surprised.

"I think he has suffered a lot in practicing martial arts and has changed his mind a little bit, but he still can't save his face for the time being. If we talk to him a few more times, he will be able to follow our suggestions in the future."

Wang Yulan could not have imagined that Zhang Mingtu had learned a lot from the ancient book in his mind.

The existence of the suspected book of life and death gave him many directions, but Zhang Mingtu still had doubts in his heart.

Zhang Mingtu was thinking in his mind while eating wild boar meat.

"There is no way to confirm the authenticity of the matter. We still have to verify it through this incident."

"In the clan, you Ji Li and Uncle Ji Min like to hunt. If you like to eat game, I will ask them to save some next time..."

"Game meat lacks fat. If you want to process it, you must have meat oil, and you have to pick some special aniseed from the mountains..."

When it comes to cooking, Wang Yulan talks clearly and she is prepared to adopt a gentle policy.

"On weekdays, let Mingtu do some tricks. Under the influence, you can always learn some cooking skills. If you practice martial arts afterwards, it will be a retreat."

The words of his mother Wang Yulan fell in Zhang Mingtu's ears, and his heart couldn't help but move. He thought of the words in the ancient book in his mind that were suspected to be written by his writing style.

"The restaurant is open, and it went surprisingly smoothly..."

"I have never opened a restaurant in my previous life, and I have no idea about the various aspects of a restaurant. The fact that the restaurant can develop so smoothly has a lot to do with my mother's cooking skills.

"My parents always gave me careful consideration when they asked me to open a restaurant. It's not like I just wanted to practice martial arts or act as a dart because of my enthusiasm."

Next, Zhang Mingtu randomly asked his mother how to cook several dishes. They were all dishes that he had eaten in his memory and thought they tasted good.

With a face full of surprise, Wang Yulan explained to Zhang Mingtu one by one, including the ingredients, cooking heat, and timing, without reservation.

If ordinary people want to learn the skills of these restaurant chefs, they must first become an apprentice for three years, where they can chop wood and make fires, cut and wash vegetables, and do all kinds of chores.

Moreover, since there is no salary, one has to prepare one’s own food, and one has to show filial piety to the master every day.

If there is any slight disobedience, the master will either hit or scold me.

That's it, if you want to get the master's inheritance, you have to look at the master's mood. If your talent and understanding are a little bit low, you won't be able to pass it on.

Moreover, masters often pass on a few skills. Unless they are biological children, such skills are not easily passed on to others in this era.

Of course, after getting started, the disciples' treatment is also quite generous.

Those who have daughters may marry their daughters, and those who own restaurants may even pass the restaurants on to their disciples and raise them completely as sons.

Of course, the disciples or apprentices also have to take care of their master when he is old and die. Even if the master dies, he must wear sackcloth and show mourning.

Zhang Mingtu is not traveling through time, but is breaking the mystery of the womb. He also understands the inheritance of this era, and is even more shocked.

He believed in the records in the ancient books in his mind. At least his mother's craftsmanship could be considered outstanding in this era.

This skill alone can be regarded as a technical type of work. There is a craft that will never starve to death in any era.

But thinking about the instructor's comment about mediocre martial arts talent, Zhang Mingtu felt a little depressed.

"Why don't my talents lie in martial arts?"

In a world where chivalrous people use force to break the law, their talents are not focused on force value.

Having the ability to make a fortune is indeed a good thing.

But Zhang Mingtu clearly remembered a widely circulated proverb from last time.

"My neighbor collects grain and I collect guns, and my neighbor is my granary!"

"No, I have to find a way to verify it. I have to practice this martial art no matter what."

Thinking of his own ending in the book, where he was tortured and then cut off with a knife, Zhang Mingtu felt a little depressed.

But when Wang Yulan was halfway through talking, she saw that Zhang Mingtu was not very interested, so she decisively stopped talking.

She also knew that going too far was not enough, and she was afraid that if she said too much this time, she would arouse Zhang Mingtu's rebellious psychology again.

When the time comes when the child becomes stubborn and insists on practicing martial arts, she will feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Mingtu didn't know that his mother had thought so much. After eating and drinking, he thought about it and walked back to the martial arts field.

If I remember correctly, the one-armed old man who was killed indiscriminately in the thieves' lair in the end liked to bask in the sun the most.

When I was practicing martial arts, I would bask in the sun every day at the martial arts arena. Later, when I was in a restaurant, I would bask in the sun at the door of the restaurant every day.