Imperial Chef Rookie

At night I went back to the inn and lay in bed thinking about what happened during the day. I felt very helpful.

Master Lin actually likes the dishes I cook, but looking at the conditions, he should be a very demanding person, how can he become his apprentice?

Although Dian Xiaoer said that he never accepts his apprentices, as long as he works hard, the iron pestle can be ground into needles.

I don’t believe it, even if it’s a cold stubborn stone, I want to heat it

The next day, I packed my suitcase and came to Juxiang Pavilion just after dawn.

Xu Mo will take me to a room exclusively for folks, the room is not big, but clean, there is only one bed, but daily necessities are available.

I liked this clean and tidy room very much, and expressed gratitude to him and briefly said a few polite words.

After that, he told me to take a good rest first. Master Lin said that he would see me after an hour, and he left on his own.

…………

"what?!"

"Chef Lin is going to see me now? Or is it my own initiative? Shouldn't I be crying and crying, Master Lin asking me to see me? Did the plot jump too fast. "

I was excited and nervous, waiting for Xu Mo to take me to Chef Lin.

An hour soon passed.

Xu Mo knocked on the door of my room and said he was waiting for me at the door. I sorted out my clothes against the bronze mirror and went with him.

He first hired a carriage and took me to the outskirts of Beijing, and then walked a few miles south to a garden surrounded by mountains and water.

We pushed open the door of the garden together.

The park is simple and quiet, and outside is the Qingchi Lake. A stream of clear water flows around the garden. The river flows from the west to the east, around the garden, and flows through half of the garden.

The waterside shore decorates the curb corridor, arranging rockery and ancient trees, and the water and stone ruggedness of the mountains. Afterwards, the forests are hidden, and the sky is hazy, as if the back veins of the mountains extend away, reflecting the unique style of desolation, deep, simple and clear.

As soon as I entered the door, I was attracted by the courtyard full of rich literati atmosphere. I didn't expect Chef Lin to enjoy it so much, so tasteful, it really is different from ordinary cooks.

While watching the landscape in this courtyard, I continued walking with Xu Mo.

Not far away a room appeared before our eyes.

It seemed that Xu Mo lightly knocked on the door, knocking and saying, "Master Lin, are you there? I brought Song Yiran."

Then, when someone answered, he slowly opened the door.

Inside is a handsome middle-aged man about 30 to 40 years old, tall and slender, giving a very elegant feeling.

He sat there quietly, tasting a cup of tea, there was no one else here, this person must be Chef Lin.

"This...is a cook?!"

I was puzzled, and immediately froze.

His appearance refreshed the traditional concept of cooks in my mind.

But listening to my mother said that my father is also thin and tall, very honest and honest.

She just took a fancy to my dad and felt at ease with her before she fell in love with him.

However, I think the truth is more because my dad's patience with my mother is first-rate, and the cooking is too good for my mother's appetite.

So I tied my mother's stomach silently, and slowly locked her heart.

Sure enough, my mother, a superficial and brutal woman, probably only a person with a good personality like my father can tolerate her and get along with her well~

Chef Lin saw me stupefied, put down the teacup in his hand, and said to me kindly and peacefully, "You, Song Songran. Although I haven't seen your face that day, your golden soup and fat cow really made me impressed. It's so deep!"

I feel a little overwhelmed by Chef Lin's sudden intimacy.

He looked at me still blank, and then said.

"I forgot to tell you, I think your golden soup and fat beef taste very similar to those made by an old friend of mine. In some places, they are even the same. Can I ask you a question?"

I nodded.

"Your father is Song Shizhu and your mother is Gu Xin, right?"

I was taken aback. How did this person know, but it doesn’t look like a family of hatreds, so let me ask him what he means first.

"Yes, my father is indeed Song Shizhu, the mother is indeed named Gu Xin"

"Sure enough, since yesterday I ate your golden soup and fat beef, I feel inexplicably familiar. I must leave you silently and bring you to see me. Since you first came in, I I found out that your appearance is so similar to your father and mother. I speculated that you must be their child. If anyone asks, it really is."

He looks very excited, it should be my father's mother.

He went on to say:

"My father and I are brothers of the same discipline. I worship under a master. Your mother is our younger sister. The relationship between the three of us is very good. Later, I went to Beijing with your father to become a master chef. Who knows that he will, alas... …"

Chef Lin said with a sorry expression, and sighed.

"Since your father’s incident happened, I quit my job as a feast room and asked about your mother’s whereabouts, but I have never heard from you. Then I heard that your mother took you out with you. Has she been well all these years?"

"When I went back to Uncle Lin, my mother and I had a good life, and food and clothing were not a problem. Thank you Uncle Lin for so many years." I replied very politely.

"Ah~ Otherwise, I didn't stop him, and your father wouldn't..."

At this point he stopped, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Sure enough, it was my father-in-law's old man, or my brother-in-law, and I didn't even hear my mother mention it.

But I have always heard my mother say about my father, but when I asked, she refused to say anything. I thought at the time that my dad had said something wrong or did something wrong and had caused the murder.

In the ordinary palace, there are many people who are beheaded when they say something wrong and do something wrong. But now think of a cook like my dad who was wrong and so almost knocked out of the door. I have never heard of it. There must be something wrong with it.

In addition, listening to Chef Lin say this thing today, it is really extraordinary. It seems that I need to investigate it carefully. Chef Lin probably knows the most by far, so I have to start with him first, but now the most important thing is that the teacher is the most important, and the rest can be discussed later.

As an old friend, it should be easier for me to follow the teacher. I was facing him and gave him a respectful gesture.

"Uncle Lin, I have something to ask for, I wonder if you can agree?"

"Oh, what's the matter, as long as I can do it, my nephew, but it's fine."

"Now, I want to ask Uncle Lin to accept me as a disciple!"

He looked at me with some doubts on his face, but said nothing. After thinking for a while, he nodded slowly to me and agreed.

This is too easy, is this true? I couldn't believe it. It wasn't until Xu Mo on the side called me that I didn't recover.

Quickly said: "Thank you, Master, I must live up to the Master's graciousness, and work hard to practice cooking."

After I finished speaking, Lin Ziye looked at me and laughed and said: "I am happy today, and it is also a reunion of the old man. I have to cook the wind for you and celebrate the celebration. Let’s go and take the carriage. Let’s go to the Juxiang Pavilion together, and don’t get drunk!”

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In the next chapter, we will return to the relationship line, sister, let's meet again~