I’m Not a Scumbag

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Sister Hua dragged Lin Fang to a corner of the back kitchen courtyard. She was sure that no one would be overheard, so she explained the reason.

"Little gentleman, you don't know something." Sister Hua sighed, "The chefs in Shili Yangchang either learned from the 'Huaiyang Cooking Gang', or went to the pier of the 'Huaiyang Cooking Gang', and took their hands from them. I got a 'Cooking License' from here. Others are not allowed to cook in Shiliyangchang."

"So, I can still learn from the 'Huaiyang Kitchen Gang'?" Lin Fang is still interested in apprenticeships, although he has learned a lot from Mr. Peng Zilin's hands, not only Sichuan cuisine, but also other cuisines. Some basics, but it is always good to learn a little more without stressing yourself.

"Little gentleman!" Sister Hua looked at Lin Fang with a shocked expression, "You have cooking skills, so you can't be a teacher! The standards for accepting apprentices for the 'Huaiyang Cooking Gang' are very strict. You won't be able to get through this one with an art investment teacher!"

"Is that so?" Lin Fang smacked his lips regretfully, "Then forget it."

Sister Hua: "..."

"If that's the case, then go to a pier and get a 'licence from the kitchen'." Lin Fang thought about it and asked, "What are the conditions?"

"I'm afraid we won't be able to get the 'license from the kitchen'..." Sister Hua smiled bitterly, "If you want to get the license from the kitchen, you must first offer a hundred yuan in cash. Although this is harsh, I can still get it. The point is that this second rule requires us not to conflict with the members of the 'Huaiyang Kitchen Gang'. We have sinned against Chen Gui, and naturally we have violated this second rule."

"Is there no solution?" Lin Fang raised his eyebrows, "Is the 'Huaiyang Kitchen Gang' so domineering?"

"There is no solution." Sister Hua hesitated for a while and sighed, "Unless we are willing to bow our heads and ask for Chen Gui's forgiveness, as long as Chen Gui is willing to forgive us and write a 'love letter', we will take it again. If you spend more than 100 yuan in the ocean going to the main hall of the 'Huaiyang Kitchen Gang' to worship the wharf, you can also get a 'license from the kitchen'."

"How to ask for Chen Gui's forgiveness?" Lin Fang raised his brows and said with a half-smile, "Is it possible, I have to take the blame..."

Halfway through the sentence, Lin Fang's ears moved, and he shut his mouth and looked to his side.

"How troublesome is it to plead guilty? Why don't you get down on your knees, go out with three kowtows and bows all the way, and go out on this street from the beginning to the end, saying, 'Grandpa Chen Gui, I'm wrong, I'm not good at cooking, I'll give it to you It's not worthy to carry shoes', maybe, I can forgive you but not necessarily!"

The person who came was frivolous, his tone was playful, and he was stroking the goatee on his chin. Who wasn't Chen Gui?

Chen Gui didn't come alone, he was accompanied by a middle-aged man in his forties.

The middle-aged man was wearing a brown robe of Fushou Tuan, with his hands behind his back, and his posture was very proud.

Although Chen Gui was standing in front of this person, his status seemed to be lower than that of the other person, more like a person in charge of leading the way.

"How much did you drink?" Lin Fang couldn't help sneering, "As long as you have a peanut, you won't be so drunk."

Chen Gui was stunned for a moment before he realized that Lin Fang was mocking him for his nonsense and wishful thinking.

"Kid Lin, the chance to beg for mercy has already been given to you. Since you don't know how to praise me, don't blame me for being ruthless..." Chen Gui's face flushed red, and he turned to the other person and said, "Junior Brother Du, please take action!"

Du Changhai nodded slightly, and bowed his hands to Lin Fang slightly, "During Du Changhai, the special chef of the 'Huaiyang Kitchen Gang', according to the rules of our cooking, if there is any conflict, a gamble is just for the 'cooking decision'. Today, I will compete with you in a 'cooking decision'. If you win, you will write off your bullying of my senior brother Chen. If you lose, breaking your right hand can be regarded as a lesson for you. "

ho!

Is it the local version of Shiji? interesting!

Lin Fang raised his brows and was about to agree, but was stopped by Sister Hua.

"I don't agree!" Sister Hua stood in front of Lin Fang, "Why do you want our little gentleman to have an arm when you win, and you just don't trouble our little gentleman when you lose? It's not fair!"

"Fair?" Du Changhai sneered, "We 'Huaiyang Kitchen Gang' are willing to give you a chance to 'cooking', which is already the greatest fairness, but you still think it's unfair? Then what do you think?"

Sister Hua's heart sank. She had long heard that the "Huaiyang Kitchen Gang" was arrogant and domineering, and she only knew it today.

Chen Gui is arrogant, Du Changhai is domineering, these people are invincible from the bottom of their hearts, and it is difficult to seek justice in their hands.

"At least... At least the conditions must be equal!" Sister Hua gritted her teeth and still felt like trying, in case, "You lose the grievances between Chen Gui and Mr. Xiao, and if you win, it should be the grievance between Mr. and Chen Gui. A write-off is right!"

"Lu Yinghua, are you alright?" Chen Gui sneered, "If winning and losing are all about writing off the grievances, wouldn't we just run for nothing? No, this boy surnamed Lin, I have to decide on this arm!"

"you……"

"Sister Hua." Lin Fang pulled Sister Hua behind him and glanced at Chen Gui, "Betting on the arm, then betting on the arm, I lose an arm to you, you lose an arm to me, it's fair. "

"Junior Brother Du..." Chen Gui was a little guilty when he was stared at by Lin Fang, and couldn't help but look at Du Changhai as if asking for help, "We can't agree to this condition, can we? Just follow what I said before..."

"I agreed!" Du Changhai smiled lightly, "Brother, don't worry, I'm a super chef. It's easy to win the competition. Don't worry!"

"That's what I said, but..."

"There's nothing good about it!" Du Changhai was a little displeased, "If senior brother is not at ease with me, then I can just let it go. Senior brother, you can go and ask the elder chef Lin in the help!"

"Don't worry! Don't worry! Of course I'm relieved!" Seeing that Du Changhai was a little angry, Chen Gui quickly lowered his head to please, "That's the decision!"

"Yeah." Du Changhai nodded slightly and looked at Lin Fang, "In that case, at noon tomorrow, I'll be waiting for you at Wanli Restaurant, the Huaiyang Kitchen Gang. Let me remind you that if you run away from the monk, you won't be able to run away from the temple. Run away, it doesn't matter if we 'Huaiyang Kitchen Gang' can't find you, this 'Zhihualou' will suffer on your behalf. Up and down, all have to take off an arm to make amends for you!"

Lin Fangxian's face was still calm, when he heard this, his eyes narrowed, and anger surged in his heart, "Okay! You 'Huaiyang Kitchen Gang' are really domineering! I can't run away, you better hurry up and find a doctor , luckily, Chen Gui's broken arm may still be attached!"

"Haha... Farewell!" Du Changhai smiled disdainfully and left.

"Humph!" Chen Gui shook his sleeves and quickly followed.

"Little gentleman..." As soon as the two outsiders left, Sister Hua looked at Lin Fang worriedly, "I know a little about Du Changhai's reputation, he is very good at Huaiyang cuisine, and Wanli Restaurant is their home court. , they will definitely make things difficult for you tomorrow, it is very difficult for you to win this 'cooking battle'! Otherwise, you should leave quietly at night..."

"It's up to people." Lin Fang smiled softly, "The surnamed Du is a super chef, and I am a little bit better than a super chef. Don't worry, Sister Hua, I will definitely win tomorrow!"

"But……"

"Nothing to be desired!"

"Hey!"

Seeing that Lin Fang could not be persuaded, Sister Hua had no choice but to stop persuading her.

It's just that this day seems to be extraordinarily long and extraordinarily painful.

Even if the business of "Zhihualou" is much better than usual, there have been constant customers since noon, and there is a lot of cash in one day, and Sister Hua can't be happy.

The next day, Lin Fang still got up early.

After washing up, he still came to the back kitchen courtyard. He first went to the Baji small frame, wiped his sweat, and prepared to enter the kitchen.

After fighting the eight-pole fight again, Lin Fang could feel the faint heat flowing through his body more clearly.

The heat flowing all over the body feels extremely comfortable, as if the body is soaking in a hot spring. Every part of the body is gently ironed, and some subtle dark wounds on the body seem to be quietly healed by this heat. .

So much so that when Lin Fang walked into the kitchen after wiping off his sweat, he felt relieved everywhere.

This long-lost sense of ease, Lin Fang had only experienced when he had just traveled to the Earth Era.

At that time, he had just crossed the earth era from the real earth. He suddenly changed from a 30-year-old otaku to a 20-year-old college student and regained his youthful body. Only then did he feel such a sense of relaxation.

Lin Fang never imagined that he would have such a pleasant experience after only two days in a row.

Regardless of whether the world is real or unreal, it is a good gain to have such an experience.

The soul has memories. As long as Lin Fang firmly remembers this experience, even if he leaves this world and returns to the Spirit Race world, Lin Fang can still reproduce this experience.

At that time, maybe a double spiritual body can be created, and maybe this is the correct way to break the Fang Qisheng and the Mo Twelve conspiracy.

Lin Fang didn't think too much, and after entering the kitchen, he started to cook soy milk.

Today, he plans to make some bean curd for breakfast. If you eat bean curd, you can't serve it with fried dough sticks. Of course, it is best to serve it with sesame seeds.

There is not much difference between the production of bean curd in the north and south, but the practice of sesame seeds is very different.

Lin Fang didn't care so much, all he made was the oven dead noodles biscuits.

Live the noodles, make them into egg-sized doses, rub the doses apart with your hands, pull them into long strips, apply the pre-prepared meat filling, then roll the strips into a ball and drop them on the cutting board, pressing them with a slap. Go down and re-press the meat-filled dough into a pie shape.

Dab a little water on both hands, and alternately pull and pat the dough cake between the two hands. When the dough cake becomes light, thin and translucent, throw it into the oven with a slap, and the dough cake touches the wall of the oven, even if it is successful.

From the oven to yesterday's rush for food, Lin Fang made more noodles, intending to let every diners who entered the door can eat a hot sesame seed cake.

Douhua Linfang also prepared two flavors, one is Sichuan-style drunken beancurd, which is also a sweet beancurd. It uses glutinous rice grains, wolfberry, red dates, and oranges. It is suitable for little girls to eat as desserts. Reheat the tofu in the pot.

The other is salted bean curd, no need for secondary treatment, just take out the bean curd for seasoning, pour garlic juice, soy sauce, vinegar, chili oil, mustard granules, and crispy soybeans on the surface.

In fact, Lin Fang has also eaten a kind of bean curd with pickled soybeans as an ingredient. The pickled soybeans are salty and delicious, and the bean curd is another flavor.

However, considering that the bean curd is soft and glutinous, the mustard is chewy, and the crispy soybeans are more suitable for the public's taste, Lin Fang did not make pickled soybeans.

Just when Lin Fang was busy making breakfast, Sister Hua rushed in in a hurry.

She was earlier than the maids and girls who came to help Lin Fang. She was the first to rush into the kitchen and reached out to grab the dough in Lin Fang's hand, "My little gentleman! What time is this, you? Why are you still in the mood for breakfast?"

"The plan of the day is in the morning, and breakfast can't be saved." Lin Fang gently flashed past Sister Hua, and threw the pulled dough into the oven, "Sister Hua, don't worry, I will do my best at noon. Yes, it doesn't take much effort to make breakfast, just consider it a warm-up."

"How can you warm up like this?" Sister Hua glanced at the kitchen and complained, "Look at how many things you have cooked! So many beancurd, so many sesame cakes, how early did you get up? Shouldn't you? You won't sleep all night!"

"How could it be?" Lin Fang shook his head with a smile, "I slept well last night. But it's you, Sister Hua, your dark circles seem to be heavier, and you look like you haven't slept all night."

"Ah? Is it so obvious?" Sister Hua frantically touched the circles under her eyes, not knowing if it was because of psychological effects, she felt that her eyelids had loosened a lot than yesterday, "What should I do! What should I do! I seem to be really haggard. !"

"There are many ways to supplement food~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You eat well, sleep well, and the dark circles under your eyes will disappear naturally." Lin Fang couldn't help but smile, "If you want to see immediate results, it's not impossible, swallow it. A snake gall is fine!"

"I don't want it!" Sister Hua shook her head into a rattle, "The snake is so scary, I don't want to eat it!"

How can a bunny be so cute to eat it?

Snakes are so cute, don't eat them!

Thinking of this, Lin Fang couldn't help laughing. The cute and scary things that women don't eat are often delicious.

"Sister Hua, first drink a bowl of bean curd to warm your stomach, do you want to drink salty or sweet?"

"Of course bean curd is sweet, how can there be such a heresy as salty bean curd?"

Lin Fang: "..."

Lin Fanggan laughed twice, then scooped out a bowl of drunken bean flowers for Sister Hua. He looked at the heat of the oven and felt that it was almost the same, so he picked up the tongs and took the biscuits.

Sister Hua took the drunken bean flower and smelled it, with a curious look on her face, "Sir, what are you doing? Why have I never seen it before?"

"The Sichuan-style approach."

"Isn't it? Didn't you tell me that you can't make a really tasty meal without good chili?"

"I said that, but I also said that the non-spicy Sichuan dishes are usually more labor-intensive and more expensive. This drunken bean flower is the kind that takes a little effort, but it's not particularly labor-intensive. It really takes effort. It's chickpea flower, I'll make it for you another day."

"okokokok!"

Sister Hua scooped a spoonful of drunken bean flowers with a spoon, blew it lightly, and nodded as she drank.

The soft and tender bean curd was mixed with a hint of the unique aroma of rice wine, and together with a few wolfberries, it slipped into Sister Hua's mouth. After just one bite, she couldn't help but close her eyes comfortably.

It's delicious!