Food can always make people let go of their reserve and reveal their nature. The hot Goubuli and egg cakes seem to be the most clever conductor. Every time they appear, they can play a symphony in the breakfast room.

Some of the people who were already having fun were praising loudly, some were closing their eyes and savoring, some sucking in the soup after taking a bite of bun, and some couldn't help but start smacking their lips. The person on the opposite side held up the golden-rimmed glasses, but did not show a disgusting expression, but smiled with understanding.

Lin Qing was very moved. She finally believed that food could make people of different classes, backgrounds, and cultural levels become the most original and simplest.

But it's very strange.

This was originally the highest level that food workers like her have pursued throughout their lives. Why now she hopes that Grandpa Yi will be the authoritative food commentary that was high-ranking yesterday, rather than showing real fangs when facing delicious food like now?

Two pairs of chopsticks have been in the air for at least two or three rounds. Lin Qing, a rising star in the foodie world, is finally no match for Yi Zhiyu, the gourmet.

Her chopsticks were pushed away hard, and the fourth bun had already entered the bloody mouth opposite.

The old guy who had been so treacherous that he had snatched food from the younger generation was not ashamed at all, and continued to extend his sinful chopsticks to the fifth bun!

This should have been mine, it was too much! Lin Qing angrily threw down the chopsticks and pulled the cage in front of him: "Grandpa Yi, you have eaten four dogs! That should have been mine!"

"It's not the first time you eat, Grandpa Yi is the first time. Besides, since you brought grandpa here, you are the master. How can you make the 'guest' go hungry?"

Yi Zhiyu shook his head repeatedly: "Girl Qing, what does it mean to be yours? You speak like this, which means you have a selfish and exclusive heart, but you must not!

Remember grandpa’s words, people need to share spirit. If I have someone, then the world will be in harmony. Therefore, the ancients said, “Don’t worry about scarcity but worry about inequality”!

Think carefully about grandpa, he is such an ignorant little girl!"

While talking, I picked up the fifth Goubuli bun. This time I didn't swallow it in one bite. Instead, I first snatched the soup with broken skin and then slowly savored it in small mouthfuls.

After eating the fifth bun, Yi Zhiyu put down his chopsticks and shook his head slightly and said, "Overall, but that's it. Qing girl, this is yours. This is what grandpa said to share the spirit, do you remember?"

Lin Qing rolled his eyes, angrily picked up the last bun and ate it: "You said it very well, that's right..."

Although he was angry on the surface, he was actually quite comforted in his heart. It was rare that Grandpa Yi could eat well, so he was happy after eating happily.

"Well, girl Qing, why did you say that boy was called Zhou?"

"Zhou Dong."

"Well, Zhou Dong. Grandpa Goubuli made has already tasted it, and it's average. I don't know what if his secret egg cake is compared to Goubuli?"

Yi Zhiyu was talking, his eyes had already floated to the handsome figure in the kitchen, and he said to himself: "I probably will be in Chudu for more than half a month. It is rare for this kid's craftsmanship to barely let me get into it."

But the hotel arranged by the organizing committee is too far away from here, and it takes half an hour to drive. This is not true. Do I have to queue up every day?

The Soviet Provincial Evaluation Organizing Committee is also there. The hotel arranged so far, isn’t this intentional way to get along with me!”

The staff responsible for arranging food and accommodation in the evaluation committee is even more unfair than Dou E. Who knows that you are going to go to Dingshi, Jiuzhou for breakfast? There is a breakfast provided in the hotel, but it is still free!

When Lin Qing heard the old man mention the egg cake, he became very alert. As soon as the waiter brought the steaming secret egg cake over, she hurriedly picked it up in her hand. After confirming it was safe enough, she put down the egg cake and said, "Grandpa Yi, I promised that, half of us are one."

"Slowly! Longquan sees cloud patterns, which can be called a magic weapon; food has such an odd image, which is art!"

Yi Zhi fish starts the chopsticks as if flying. With a crisp sound, he forced Lin Qing's chopsticks with the jade chopsticks in his hand: "This... is also made by that kid?"

"Didn't you see it just now? He did it?"

"Good boy, don't eat it first, let grandpa take a closer look!"

Yizhiyu is worthy of being a "master" who pulled small green onions when crossing the grassland, picked snow lotus when crossing the snowy mountains, and put a public cow on the Loess Plateau, and could find a piece of beef yellow from the beef's stomach. Although he was over 70 years old, he still acted as fast as lightning. With one move, "Gahawk Fighting the Rabbit", he grabbed this plate of secret egg cake in his hand.

"Grandpa Yi, why are you cheating again? I won't agree this time!"

Lin Qing was so tender that he could not steal him? His eyes were so anxious that they were red.

I feel sorry for you. This is right, but I also have to have a degree. How can I get a snatch like you?

Yi Zhiyu ignored her and held up the egg cake on her own. Her old eyes were radiating. She murmured to herself: "Excellent thoughts, wonderful thoughts! He actually used his super high facial control technique to knead the separated egg yolk liquid into the noodles?

Then, the firepower must be controlled to make the egg yolk liquid hidden in the dough cooked without the smell of eggs, forming wonderful cloud patterns; and it is also necessary to ensure that the dough will not have common focus and bulges under firepower frying, so that the egg white liquid and flour can blend perfectly, and create this beautiful jade-like egg cake?

It's so beautiful, but it leaves no flaws, and there is no regret...

Isn’t this the perfect life that everyone is pursuing?”

Lin Qing was so stupid that he never thought that the old man would be lyrical. It was just an egg cake. As for life, does it involve life? My life is to eat the breakfast I like every morning.

"Grandpa Yi, give me the egg cake."

"Girl, what grandpa wants to tell you is: My Chinese esophagus is like a mountain and abyss. If you talk about delicious food, it is more than tens of millions. However, it is also delicious food, but it also has high quality and low flow, but you must know it."

Yizhiyu held the egg cake with her hands, with a serious look and a serious face.

Lin Qing couldn't help but be stunned: "High quality and low volume? Isn't it enough to be delicious? What kind of product is there to be divided into?"

"I knew that Xiao Xiao would delay you sooner or later, and would only use your naturally agile tongue, but did not tell you these serious knowledge!

The so-called high-quality people are either grand or exquisite, or naturally crafted, or are skillfully 'lifted' by the chef...

For example, the egg cake in front of you is not a high-quality product, but it is not a low-quality product; but through the skillful skills of Master Zhou, it becomes a work of art, which is to be pulled out and become a high-quality product!"

"Understood!"

Lin Qing nodded: "Grandpa Yi, should you return the egg cake to me?"

"You only know one thing but not the other. Grandpa hasn't finished speaking yet, why do you always think about eating?"

Yi Zhiyu shook his head and said, "But although some delicious foods are delicious, no expert can "promote the flowing food" for them.

For example, many people like to eat stinky tofu, but it is a low-quality one after all. For example, the famous braised tofu in Kyoto, no matter how famous it is, no master can draw it... "

Lin Qing said weakly: "Grandpa Yi, I just want to eat egg cake...I'm hungry..."

"But, many chefs in the kitchen are trying to show their skills and try to get food for ordinary food, but they will inevitably lose their taste. This is called "different from each other".

Qingya, come to see, this secret egg cake looks like a work of art! But in order to achieve this effect, you have to separate the egg white and egg yolk liquid, which often affects the taste of the egg cake.

How do we know that the little Master Zhou you admire also made this mixed mistake? How do we know whether this egg cake has lost its taste?”

Lin Qing felt bad and hurriedly said, "I know, I've eaten it!"

“Do you know it’s useful?

Qing Yatou, you are still young, how many have you seen and how many have you eaten? The road you need to walk is still long and your experience is far from enough."

Yi Zhiyu shook his head and said, "Only people like Grandpa who are knowledgeable can tell whether there is a problem with this egg cake. If so, we should help Master Xiao Zhou find the problem and solve the problem!

As the saying goes, there is no right to speak without practice!

So, grandpa decided to 'practice' this egg cake myself!"
Chapter completed!