The sunset gradually sinks, and Huang Sisi walks along Chinatown with annoyance.

"Xiaoxian's child is stubborn and can't even pull back the eight cows. He carved them out in the same mold as Uncle Hao. What if he still refuses to make easy-to-sell Western-style Chinese food like Zuo Zongtang chicken? Do I really forcefully take back the store?"

Forced Hao Xian, who had been taking care of her as a younger brother since she was a child, fell into trouble, and Huang Sisi was also very sad, but she saw how the business of her hometown museum had plummeted in the past two months, and she couldn't help but take action-

That's all small money!

It is obvious that you don’t have to continue to lose money if you add two dishes to the recipe. Why do you have to fight with the money?

After hearing Hao Xin secretly tell her how much money she lost in the past two months, she felt that her heart was bleeding!

Even if Hao Xian is willing to live a hard life with frugality, Huang Sisi is not happy to watch her younger brothers and sisters suffer from poverty!

"This unethical child is not beaten by life. Instead of letting others beat him, I might as well beat him first!"

The more she thought about it, she became more angry, and when she was about to walk into the hometown hall, her expression had become cold.

Hey, why is it so fragrant?

Feeling the fragrance of oily smell in his breath, three words flashed through Huang Sisi's mind—

It's a roast goose!

She hurried into the store and saw Hao Xin with her back facing the store door. She was about to ask, but suddenly she heard a "clang" sound, and there was an extra plate at the delivery window.

The most important thing is that the plate is not empty, and is neatly lined with roast goose with shiny skin and fragrant flesh.

It's like a layer of honey.

Hao Xin picked up the plate, turned around and smiled, "Sister Sisi, sit down quickly and eat roast goose!"

Huang Sisi suddenly felt in a trance. When Uncle Hao was still there, Hao Xin called her like this every time she ate roast goose...

"oh……"

She sat down in a daze, took the chopsticks handed by Hao Xin, and swallowed again by the scent of the fragrance, picked up a piece of red and seductive roast goose, and swallowed it in one bite.

"Damn it, delicious!"

"Hehe, I knew when I smelled the smell, I really made my dad's roast goose this time!" Hao Xin sat down next to Huang Sisi with a smile, picked up the chopsticks and ate the goose meat, and then secretly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"The roast goose is just out of the oven, and it is the most delicious time. This is just a fat goose I carefully selected. The fatter goose has more oil and fat, and the goose belly is more likely to produce oil and water. The goose skin is fried from the inside out, with crispy skin and bright red color. The marinade poured into the goose belly, put eight seasonings: ginger, green onion, garlic, light soy sauce, white sugar, pepper, star anise, sand ginger, and cinnamon. The skin water brushed on the roast goose uses maltose, white vinegar and rose wine commonly used in Cantonese cuisine. After brushing the skin, it is sent to the cold storage for three hours, then put it in a large clay tank, and then roast the goose meat thoroughly until the goose meat is cooked, then use high heat to roast the skin crispy. After the roast goose is released, the gravy is added separately and left in the pot to maintain high temperature. After cutting the roast goose, pour the hot gravy on the goose meat, and the aroma will instantly fill the room..."

Hao Xian's nagging voice came out in the kitchen.

Huang Sisi couldn't help rolling his eyes.

This brat is actually learning from his father and explaining the cooking method to the guests endlessly. He also changed his cowardly expression at noon to a confident tone...

It's so greedy!

Fortunately, her mouth is filled with delicious food. If she could only hear people describe such delicious food but couldn't eat it, she was afraid she would be so greedy!

She drank several pieces of roast goose in a row, and she finally tried to satisfy her cravings and could speak a few words, but in the end she had two "clangs".

"I also made Baiyun Pig Hand and wonton noodles and eat it."

Hao Xin ran to bring the new dishes back to the table and shouted to the kitchen: "Brother, you come out to eat together too!"

"Just eat, the chef will not keep himself hungry." Hao Xian said with a tough look.

Huang Sisi stared at the plates and bowls in a daze, his eyes wide open.

I saw that the plate was filled with snow-white pig hands, and the skin was as smooth as cream, making people almost unable to help but want to pounce on it and lick it. Only the most beautiful poems in the world can describe it-

It seems like the light clouds covering the moon, and it floats like the flowing wind returning to the snow.

Famous dish in Guangzhou, Baiyun Pig Hands.

In the hot bowl, the shiny yellow bamboo noodles curled up one by one, with a slender texture with a q-spread texture. Five full wontons lay domineeringly on the noodles, almost trying to break it.

With a wide belly, he made a big hand and turned somersaults into the pot of soup. The bamboo rose from the surface turned fragrant. Which foodie doesn’t speak?

Guangdong famous snacks, wonton noodles.

Huang Sisi looked at two familiar delicacies and then at the roast goose, and his eyes suddenly became a little wet without competing.

This table is what she likes to eat. Uncle Hao often cooks it for her at home dinner, and finally cooks a bowl of sweet double-skin milk for her. The scene before her made her feel like she was back three months ago, when Uncle Hao had not had any accident...

A quarter of an hour later.

"Himmer~"

Huang Sisi burped, and at the same time contained the fresh fragrance of wonton noodles and the sweet and sourness of Baiyun Pig Hands.

"Brother, can you still come out? We are almost finished!" Hao Xin urged.

“Come now.”

In the kitchen, Hao Xian was wearing a mask, his hands were flying, boiling milk on low heat, pouring the bowl to cool down, curing the milk skin, beating the eggs for later use, poking the milk skin, pouring the milk back into the pot, adding sugar and eggs, pouring them back along the bowl, covering the bowl tightly, steaming on high heat, leaving it to stand, simmering it in the residual heat, the speed is as fast as a magic trick, and a bowl is prepared in the blink of an eye-

pair!

Skin!

Milk!

The knowledge that he could make double-skin milk delicious in his mind was all valuable experience his father had found.

Hao Xian had prepared another bowl of double-skin milk before. He put an exquisite porcelain spoon on the two bowls and brought it out of the kitchen.

"Sister Sisi, do you want double-skin milk?"

"You took everything in front of me, can I not want it!"

Huang Sisi hurriedly grabbed the bowl, picked up the spoon expectantly, scratched the soft milk skin like tofu, and put the light-colored milk into his mouth. The sweet smell spread softly between his lips and teeth, as if he was soaked in a warm and fragrant milk bath, enjoying the warmth and moisturizing of the milk, and all fatigue and worries disappeared.

"It's delicious, it's really delicious. Every dish is delicious. If this is in the anime, I've probably already been furious!" Huang Sisi instigated the spoon and tilted on the back of the chair and exclaimed.

"What is a blow-out clothes?" Hao Xin, who was still licking her breasts, looked curious.

"The food is so delicious. After eating, even the clothes on your body exploded into pieces and were naked."

"Alas!"

"Sister Sisi, Hao Xin is still young, don't teach her these messy things!"

Huang Sisi flirted with her hair that had become a little messy because of her voracious swallowing, looked at Hao Xian and teased, "Okay, you guy, you're so careless at noon, why did you suddenly get out of your mind? Her whole temperament seems to be different!"

"Brother, have you got the system? I see that the protagonists in the online article will become very powerful if they get the system!" Hao Xin also came over with bright eyes.

"No, no, where does the system come from? It doesn't exist." Hao Xian firmly denied.

He murmured in his heart: I didn’t get the system, my plug-in is much better than the system!

It was only one afternoon after he obtained the "Peng Zu Chef Sutra", and his cooking skills became so terrifying!

...

Five hours ago.

Hao Xian couldn't wait to open the "Peng Zu Chef Sutra", and the first thing that caught his eye was two vertical words from right to left:

[I was left by Peng Zu, the first recipe in the world. After Peng Zu passed away, I secretly recorded all the dishes that appeared in Chinese history since the reign of the Five Emperors and even today.]

[The inheritance of Chinese kitchen Taoism is facing a major crisis. I am born in the world and choose a master. I am determined to be Taoist. Can you be willing to inherit the inheritance of Chinese food and be a protector?]

"Of course I do!" Hao Xian shouted without thinking.

As soon as the words finished, all the words on the paper disappeared and turned into single words:

【good.】

The word "good" disappeared quickly.

"What does it mean to face a crisis in China's kitchen road? What do I need to do to protect the inheritance of food?" Hao Xian asked curiously after seeing the recipe.

However, no matter what he said, no text appeared on the first page.

He had to continue to turn back. The second page of his right hand was still the wordless heavenly book, but the third page of his left hand had content again:

【Kitchen Garden Task】

Mission goal: Obtain the recognition of the landlord Huang Sisi, allowing the hometown hall to continue to operate.

Mission reward: Unlock the chef status bar and the chef immortal skill.

"Why is it like the system? While recording the recipes, have you also secretly read a lot of online articles..."

Hao Xian complained, and then felt a little overwhelmed. If the dishes he made could be recognized, how could he have to worry about?

This recipe will never be just sending him tasks, and I won’t even give him any plug-ins, right? That’s not a good cook!

With a hint of expectation, Hao Xian turned to the next page again.

Except for the "Recipe Catalog" written on the far right of the fourth page, there are only four words "Guangdong Food Record" near the middle, and the rest of the large areas are left blank.

The fifth page is also blank.

Cantonese Food Record...is it a Cantonese cuisine recipe? Speaking of which, what my dad is best at is Cantonese cuisine.

Hao Xian stretched out his hand and stroked the word "Guangdong" that he was extremely familiar with.

Unexpectedly, the two pieces of paper on the left side of the recipe suddenly started to rush without wind. They turned over the blank pages of the following pages and stopped on the eighth page with the title "Cantonese Food Record".
To be continued...