Mr. Yang accepted the disciples and did not have any gifts or tea. He wanted to eat a bowl of cat ears made by Qingxi. Of course, it must be cat ears with good taste.

Qingxi was eager to become a disciple, so he bought ingredients along the way, and went to the kitchen when he got home.

It was past seven o'clock in the evening, not early or late. The sisters of Yuxi and Yunxi ran over to see their sister make noodles. Lin Wanyin stood aside, watching her eldest daughter’s busy but happy look, occasionally being busy but smiling, Lin Wanyin felt that as long as her daughter liked her, she would support her no matter what her daughter did.

When Mrs. Xu heard the news, she rushed over and happened to see Qingxi squatting in front of the stove with an apron tied in her apron to make a fire. Her snow-white and slender hands and dry and rough branches were like a needle pricking her eyes without warning.

"What are you three doing? You actually asked the young lady to burn the fire?" After stepping into the kitchen, Mrs. Xu scolded the two maids Li Ma, Cui Cui and Xiaolan, who were in charge of the kitchen with a gloomy face.

The kitchen, which was originally talking and laughing, was scolded by the old lady Xu's voice, immediately became silent. The three-year-old Yunxi hid behind her second sister in fear, with her forehead against her legs, and did not dare to look at her grandmother whom she liked to be angry recently. Yuxi was no longer afraid of the old lady at home, and only looked at her elder sister worriedly.

Qingxi looked at her grandmother, and then she stood up after she had grown up. She said casually: "I want to burn it myself. A chef can't even make a fire. It's a joke if it is heard."

My father said that a dish is the ingredients of flesh and seasonings, and a firewood spatula is an indispensable tool. A chef is to train his cooking skills to integrate these things. New apprentices must start from the rough work of cooking, such as cooking, and understand them before touching the ingredients and seasonings, and finally mastering the spoon. Even when it comes to the stage of the God Chef, although the God Chef is only busy with the pot when cooking, he also observes all directions. He must know the heat in each stove and promptly reminds the fireman to increase or reduce the fire.

Therefore, Qingxi must learn to burn fire, watch fire, and listen to fire.

The granddaughter said something, but Old Mrs. Xu couldn't say it, and walked over and took her granddaughter's hand, and said with a serious look on her face: "You are not afraid of getting thicker hands, in the future..."

Halfway through, I remembered that Li Mama, Xiaolan was a maid from the Gu family. Old Mrs. Xu paused and then wanted to drag Qingxi out to talk. Qingxi was hot and prepared a new round of noodles. She didn't want to waste her time, so she said directly in front of Xiaolan, "Grandma, I have told Uncle Gu a long time ago that I want to learn cooking, and it is not suitable to be the young grandmother of the Gu family. I am not afraid of thick hands, nor are I afraid of smelling smoke, nor are I afraid of Brother Gu despising me for this."

Old Mrs. Xu's face turned pale and she couldn't help but poke her granddaughter's head: "Are you fascinated by ghosts? You have to live like a maid if you don't do it?"

Qingxi was so painful that it hurt. He got angry and left the old lady there and ignored it. He directly added lard to the pot.

A thorny sound came from the pot. Old Mrs. Xu glared at the pot, then glared at her granddaughter, and after a while, she finally gave a harsh words that she had been holding back for a long time: "Okay, you have to make trouble, I will do whatever you want, but Qingxi I will tell you, when your noodle restaurant is compensated, Mingyan doesn't want to marry you anymore, don't expect to ask me for a penny! The granddaughter is not good, and there is no grandson to support me. I won't leave any money to guard against you. I will go with you to drink the northwest wind in the future?"

Qingxi said to the side dish that smelled in the big pot: "Grandma, don't worry, I'll go begging if I don't have money, and I won't touch your pension money."

Old Mrs. Xu rushed away in anger, crying while walking, she cried that her life was miserable. She lost her husband and son in middle age, and her granddaughter and daughter-in-law were still angry with her.

Lin Wanyin quickly walked out of the kitchen, hid in the dark and wiped her tears, blaming her stomach for being unsatisfied. If she had a son, she would not have to take the lead in reviving Xu Qingtang.

Qingxi knew that her mother was sad, but she was a little busy now, and her sisters didn't know how to persuade her mother, so Qingxi asked her two sisters to go back to bed first: "Yunxi, my sister has good skills tomorrow morning, and I will make cat ears for you."

Squatting in front of her sister, Qingxi pinched Yunxi's fleshy face and gently promised that she and her second sister grew up eating their father's food. The third sister was pitiful and loved by her father for the shortest time, so she, the eldest sister, spoiled her sister.

"Sister is sleeping too." Yun Xi said in a silence, like a soft little lamb.

Qingxi kissed her sister and asked Yuxi to take her sister back to her room.

The two sisters left, Qingxi was busy, until the cat ears were put into the pot and cooked slowly, she grabbed the air and went outside to find her mother.

Lin Wanyin was already feeling much better and asked her daughter to concentrate. She returned to the room as if she was escaping.

Looking at her mother's weak back, Qingxi sighed. She worked hard but enjoyed herself. Her mother, who endured her grandmother's resentment every day, was much harder than her.

Standing for a while, Qingxi continued to cook noodles.

The strength of kneading dough, the pasta, the side dishes are put into the pot, the timing of the pot, the amount of ingredients such as salt, oil, cooking wine, and the heat in the stove, must be precise. It is easy to make a bowl of ordinary pasta that can satisfy your hunger, but Qingxi needs to make delicious food, so there must be higher requirements. At the same time, Qingxi also uses leaves to cut vegetables while cooking noodles are free, and does not want to waste ingredients, so it is used as green vegetables.

The night in Jiangnan was quiet, and the neighbors were asleep. The sound of cutting vegetables in the small yard kitchen rented by the Xu family continued until midnight.

Qingxi sent Li's mother in the morning, and Xiaolan went to bed. Cuicui followed her since she was a child and was considered her own family. Qingxi was willing to let Cuicui work harder and stay up late to accompany her.

"How is it?" The new bowl of cat ears came out of the pot, and Qingxi asked Cui Cui, who was in charge of tasting the dishes, looking forward to it.

What does family mean? Family members just say whatever they want, and there are not as many concerns as outsiders.

Cuicui used to ate two cat ears, then took a sip of the soup, pursed her lips, and said with a bitter face: "Miss, I ate cat ears all night, and I could taste it at first, but now my tongue is almost numb, 80, 90, and 100 percent noodles. I only know that it tastes delicious, and I can't tell the difference."

When Qingxi heard this, she tasted it herself. Well, she had eaten it all night, and there was no big difference.

"Try it for me."

A familiar soft voice came from outside the door, with a slight smile. Qingxi looked over in shock and saw that his mother, who should have been resting for a long time, pushed open the door panel and stepped in. She was wearing a light-colored shirt and dress, and her long black hair was sent to the back of her head with a wooden hairpin, as if a fairy descended from the Moon Palace to join in the fun of the world.

Even though he was used to seeing his mother's beauty, Qingxi was still lost for a while, and then said in surprise: "Mom, are you not asleep yet?"

The eldest daughter was busy working all night, and Lin Wanyin couldn't sleep. She hid in the room, but she didn't want to distract her eldest daughter.

Picking up the spoon used by her daughter, Lin Wanyin scooped a round and cute cat ear, and gently bit her teeth. The next moment, it seemed to touch the bottom, smooth, with the strength that the pasta should have. The umami flavor of the side dish soup also soaked a small piece of noodles evenly. Lin Wanyin couldn't help but taste two more.

Qingxi's nervous breathing was almost stopped.

After the noodles, Lin Wanyin tried the side dishes such as scallops, chicken, ham, etc., and naturally the soup was not spared.

She ate with relish. Cuicui, who had eaten a bowl of noodles, felt greedy again inexplicably and swallowed her saliva quietly.

"Mom, talk quickly." The mother treated the cat's ears as a midnight snack and chewed them slowly. Qingxi's heart was like a cat's scratching, and she acted like a little girl.

Lin Wanyin smiled and angrily glanced at her daughter: "This bowl of noodles has a full score of 10. I'll give you eleven points."

Qingxi was overjoyed, happy for a while, but worried that her mother was just coaxing her.

Lin Wanyin really didn't coax her, so she scooped up a cat ear for her daughter: "The first bowl of cat ears in the legend was originally pinched by a fisherman girl, and later people followed suit, but the cooking skills were as exquisite as your father. Although the cat ears were beautiful, they also lacked a little girlish aura. Qingxi may not remember that year, you helped your father pinch the cat ears. When I was eating, I couldn't tell the difference, but your father could tell which one was pinched by him and which one was pinched by you."

At that time, Lin Wanyin thought her husband was bragging, but now she thinks about it...

Lin Wanyin's expression turned dark, and Qingxi remembered her father and felt sad.

Cuicui advised in time: "Miss is a successful cooking skill. Master must be very happy to learn that. Madam, don't be sad. Now that we have a noodle shop, the lady has also been worshipping Master. Life will definitely get better and better. It's time to be happy."

Lin Wanyin nodded and looked at her daughter and said, "Cuicui is right. Qingxi has been busy all night. Go to bed quickly. I have to go to the master tomorrow, and I have to be mentally and mentally."

Qingxi nodded softly.

Last night, Qingxi went to bed when she returned to her room. When she woke up in the morning, she felt soreness in her waist and legs, especially her arms, so sore that she could not lift her up. Her ten fingers were also numb. She raised them in front of her eyes and looked at them. It seemed that they were swollen and thicker than usual.

Qingxi was startled.

Cui Cui came in and saw her and said with a distressed feeling: "Miss has never done a strong job. She kept cooking fires and cutting vegetables yesterday, so her body would definitely not be able to stand it."

Qingxi looked at his fat fingers and asked worriedly: "Will this always be like this?"

After all, it is a little girl. It is impossible not to care about beauty and ugliness. If the palm of your hand is rough, it is difficult to accept that the whole finger becomes thicker.

She was foolish, Cuicui laughed, holding Qingxi's beautiful jade-like little hand and rubbing it carefully: "If the blood is unobstructed, it will recover. Look, the lady is scared, hum, she said that she is not afraid of Master Mingyan's dislike, but she actually cares, right?"

Qingxi didn't even think about Gu Mingyan. She liked her beautiful things, but that had nothing to do with men.

He was lying down and called Cuicui. Xiaolan helped him beat his shoulders, rub his back and pinch his legs. After about ten minutes, his body was no longer sore, and Qingxi got up.

When he said that, Qingxi made a cat ear for his sisters with his own hands, and Old Mrs. Xu also got a bowl of it.

"It's delicious, it's so delicious!" Yunxi's mouth was red and he was particularly supportive.

Old Mrs. Xu twitched her eyes, but she didn't praise her, but she ate all the bowl of cat ears made by her granddaughter.

Qingxi is very satisfied. After all, it is a family. If my grandmother deliberately pretends that the food is not delicious, she will be upset, and that would be great.

It is a big deal to become a disciple. Lin Wanyin accompanied her daughter to the Yang family, and Uncle Li carried the gifts he prepared last night.

Old Yang thought Qingxi and his mother were polite. Mrs. Yang accepted the gift with a smile. The master and apprentice went to the kitchen to work hard, and she entertained Lin Wanyin.

Twenty minutes later, Qingxi successfully became a disciple.

The little girl knelt down and kowtowed. Old Yang looked at the cat ears on the table, feeling a little ashamed. He made such great progress in one night. This girl's talent was even higher than he expected. He could not teach anything except teaching experience. The master was a little weak, and he took advantage of the girl.

Mr. Yang has been kind all his life and does not want to take advantage of anyone. His apprentice has already taken it away. Mr. Yang decided to take care of Qingxi as much as he can.

"Since you are a master and apprentice, the noodle shop will be the gift from the master to you." Touching your chin, Mr. Yang took a generous move.

Mrs. Yang seemed to be fine. The old man saved up all his life's money, which was enough for them to use, and he did not lack the rent for the noodle restaurant.

Qingxi and Lin Wanyin were flattered and refused to accept it.

Both the master and the apprentice were very stubborn. Mrs. Yang grabbed Qingxi and said intimately: "Master and his wife are not short of money. They also know that you are not a disciple to take advantage of it. In this way, you should use the noodle shop first. There is a starting stage in your business. When will the noodle shop make money? Qingxi will pay filial piety to your master every month? OK?"

Qingxi then agreed, and his red face slowly returned to normal color.

The apprentice was too disgusted, and Mr. Yang looked at Qingxi angrily and snorted: "If you want to run a noodle shop, you have to practice your outfit. Starting tomorrow, you will run around the lake at 5 o'clock every morning. Making noodle is a job of strength, and you can't do it without strength."

Lin Wanyin was worried that her daughter could not stand it. Qingxi had already experienced the unbearable health of her body and agreed without hesitation.

Lin Wanyin couldn't stop him, Cuicui whispered: "It's autumn, and it's still dark at five o'clock. Will the lady be afraid of running by herself?"

Yang Laomeifeng raised his head: "You go too, and you can take the plate back and you have to exert your strength."

Cuicui:...

Qingxi smiled and encouraged his confidant maid: "Don't be afraid, you will get more money if you make money."

Cuicui just didn't want to run and went to the noodle restaurant to serve the dishes. She was quite looking forward to it.

"By the way, the guard dog of Wang Po's house next door has four little wolf dogs, and there are two left left. I'll go and carry one for Qingxi and run with her in the morning, which is a bit of courage." Mrs. Yang suddenly remembered something, slapped her thighs and said, and then before Qingxi could express anything, Mrs. Yang went out in a hurry. Soon, she brought a little wolf dog back.

The little wolf dog is two months old, covered in black hair, with only one circle of its neck, and four legs are yellow. It was placed on the ground and circled around everyone. The black and bright eyes looked at it curiously. Old Yang raised his foot to tease it, but the little wolf dog was not afraid, so he rushed over and bit Old Yang's trouser legs, tilted his head and tore it.

Mrs. Yang said proudly: "I have specially selected one of the bad ones! Qingxi quickly give me a name."

Qingxi is the first time raising a dog, but he has no idea for a while.

Cuicui had an idea and said happily: "You call me Fugui, Miss is going to open a noodle restaurant, this name is good!"

Qingxi was worried that it was soil, but the little wolf dog seemed to be very satisfied. When Cuicui called Fugui, the little wolf dog let go of Mr. Yang and looked back at Cuicui.

Qingxi squatted down and tried to call.
Chapter completed!