During this period of running, Wang Bushit was out of breath. Fu Jia didn't know the reason, but he kept running in front of Wang Bushit. Wang Bushit was very embarrassed. This old man had really good physical strength and could run faster than himself. This person doesn't look like a man over a hundred years old. No matter how you look at it, he is just an older middle-aged uncle.
Finally reaching a safe distance, Wang Busheng stopped. "Hey, Master, Master, there's no need to run anymore."
The rich man also stopped when he heard the shouting, "What's wrong? Why don't you run away?"
"Almost, it's safe." Wang Bu Shou sat on the grass and said breathlessly.
On the other hand, Fu Jia's face was not red and out of breath, but Wang Bu's death was even more ashamed.
"Um. There's still danger inside." This is the question of the wealthy party.
The incredulous expression of Fu Jiafang left Wang Bushit speechless: "Master, why do you think I can run? Do I still have the habit of running at night?"
"Well, you haven't met a dog too, have you?" Fu Jiafang asked cautiously.
Wang Bu Shou looked at Fu Jia's side very angrily. He didn't even say anything about the fact that there was a dog inside. He really suspected that Fu A's side had taken in a temporary apprentice and would throw it away after using it once. "You know it too".
"Haha" Fu A smiled awkwardly, "I have been chased a few times."
"Then why didn't you tell me".
"Usually, they all rest at this time, but I never thought that today they would collectively have insomnia."
"Master, I think you did it on purpose."
"Don't talk nonsense. I am a teacher like that. My character is still guaranteed, otherwise your immortal grandfather would have learned bad things long ago."
"He has learned bad things," Wang Busheng muttered in his heart. Sure enough, a person is originally good by nature, but when he encounters a bad master, he becomes a scum in the world.
Return, return, must return.
"Well, don't be angry. I'm old, so it's normal to have a bad memory." Fu Jia also felt a little guilty. The old man also likes to eat dog meat. I didn't expect that this kid has never watched "Bear". Breaking the Corn" article. He didn't throw away the chicken and didn't catch the dog. "When you get back, master will make you a romantic chicken."
"Merry Chicken", I only heard his name but never saw his true face. Wang Busheng was already hungry and thirsty. For the sake of the old man's sincere apology, why don't he retreat now? After all, people always have short circuits in their heads. time, we need to understand.
"Okay, I want to eat chicken legs."
"No problem, the chicken legs are all yours," Rich A agreed readily, and then asked, "Where's the chicken?"
Wang BuShi took out the chicken from behind. Wang BuShi was still very responsible and did not throw away the chicken at such a dangerous moment.
"You actually caught so many."
"Yeah, how about it, the harvest is good, right?" Wang Busheng said proudly.
Fu Jia looked at Wang Busheng with a look of regret on his face, and then sighed deeply, "It seems that this family will not be able to steal anymore in the future."
"Um" Is this a different kind of lesson about not putting eggs in one basket?
"Master, did I do something wrong?"
"Yes, you did the right thing, killing the goose that lays the egg, very good."
"Uh, are you complimenting me?"
The two returned to Songjiang Prefecture. Every city has slums and rich areas, and Songjiang Prefecture is also the same. The rich areas are full of entertainment and night life has just begun.
The slum areas were already dark, and the people went to bed early. Ascetics practice asceticism, and living as a poor man is also a kind of practice, but the suffering is different.
There were very few pedestrians on the road, and Wang Busi, who was carrying the chicken, didn't look so out of place. "Master, where are we going?"
"Of course I'm looking for a place to cook chicken."
"The place just now was nice, why go so far?"
"Although there are few people there, there is no guarantee that there will be people working the night shift. It would be a bad sight if you encounter one."
"Well, the old man also wants face" is a question.
"Where to go then".
"Going home, of course."
"You still have a home" is still a question.
"Nonsense, the old man has lived in Songjiang Mansion all his life, how could he not have a home?" Fu Jiafang looked at Wang Busidian inexplicably, as if he meant that without a home, how could I live in the cracks of the rocks?
"Oh", Wang Bushit forgot the old man's other identity - a senior beggar. Think about it, begging during the day always has to rest at night, and it is impossible to sleep on the street. It has been said on TV that beggars like to live under bridges, in ruined temples, or in houses that are about to collapse.
The rich man walked in front, and Wang Bushi followed obediently. After all, he also owned a house. And now I don't even have a place to stand up, and I have to say that my life is also a failure.
I saw the two of them walking closer and closer to the city center. You must know that the houses here are either the homes of officials or wealthy families, wealthy businessmen. Anyone with an annual income of less than one million is called a beggar here. The old man lives here and he won't believe it even if he kills him.
"Master, wait a minute, where are we going?" Wang Bushi asked strangely. We are about to approach the restricted area for beggars. This is a wealthy area and a high-end place.
"Of course I'm going home," Fu Jiafang replied confidently. Sure enough, a man who owns a house can speak with confidence.
"Your old man's residence is in front." Wang Busheng was even more curious. After all, this wealthy area was a place where every inch of land was at a premium. There would be no broken City God's Temple, let alone idle land. So where does this old man live?
"Nonsense, if you're not in front, why don't I take you to stay at the inn?"
Before walking far, Fu Jia turned into an alley. There were no street lights here and it was much darker. Wang Busui suddenly felt balanced. Even if he lived in a wealthy area, the old man's accommodation conditions would definitely be the worst, and he would belong to the poor class in the wealthy area.
Finally, in front of a door, Fu Jia stopped. Wang Busheng looked up and saw that the red paint on the door had fallen off, revealing the original color of the wood. There was a plaque on the top of the door, and the paint had also fallen off, but You can still vaguely see the writing on it - the wealthy party, well, it really is the residence of the wealthy party. I heard that some people now live in the houses of people who work in other places, and they say it is their own house. The old man should not be like that People.
Looking at these conditions, the old man's conditions will not be much better. It is obvious that the old man can have a house here. After all, the beggar was also a high-income group in his previous life. It's understandable if you have a house.
"We're here, let's go in." Fu Jia took a step forward, climbed the steps, and then opened the door.
Wang Busheng followed behind and walked in. His eyes suddenly lit up. Of course, there were no rockery pavilions. The ground was covered with ordinary bluestones, but the bluestones had been cleaned spotlessly, and there was no moss on them caused by moisture. Seeing and looking at the wall, it was also unusually bright. The rich man said that he had mysophobia, but Wang Bu believed it. Generally speaking, the buildings here are very ordinary and belong to the residences of ordinary people.
Fu Jia entered the house and turned on the light. Suddenly the yard was bright. Then he pointed at Wang Busui and said, "Why are you just standing there? Why don't you wash the chicken quickly?"
"Well, Master, you just said that you want to make this chicken."
"Nonsense, just because I'm the one making the chicken, I asked you to wash it. Which chef doesn't have an assistant behind him who does everything himself? Do you want to exhaust me to death?"
"Uh," Wang Busheng actually felt that what the old man said made sense.
Wang Bushu was a professional at plucking the hair and cleaning the internal organs, and he cleaned it quickly. "Master, that's it. It's time for you to show off."
Hearing the cry, Fu Jia walked out of the house. He also changed his clothes, shorts and short sleeves, and then put on an apron. It was probably too hot, so he didn't wear a hat. Seeing Fu Jia's outfit , Wang Bushi suddenly remembered his previous life, this body should belong to him, and he is the one who is in charge.
"Okay, get ready." Fu Jia took the chicken and looked at it, then threw it to Wang Bushi and said, "If the chicken feathers are not plucked cleanly, it will affect the taste."
Looking at the light carefully, Wang Busui finally found a chicken feather. To be more precise, it should be the hair on the chicken, because it was too small. The rich man was so old that he was deaf and blind, so he couldn't. Not to mention that this kind of person’s body is worthy of medical research.
He unplugged it easily, and then checked it carefully. After making sure it was clean, Wang Bushi said, "Okay, it's clean this time."
"Well, keep one and put the rest in the refrigerator."
"Well, the old man's home also has high-tech modern equipment like a refrigerator. This old man should have a lot of hidden wealth." Of course, this is not the focus of Wang Bu's death. These things are also available in Li Bao's country. What Wang Bu's death pays attention to is Another sentence, leave one. How can one chicken be enough for these two people?
"Master, the portion of the chicken seems to be a little too small." Wang Bushi expressed his concern. After all, I have a big appetite.
"Don't worry, I'll have something to eat for you," Fu Jia said with a smile. Since he put on these clothes, Fu A's attitude has improved a lot. This made Wang Bu die very uncomfortable and felt like he was living in a dream, so Wang Bu Si behaved obediently. When it comes to making a fire, cooking with wood will still taste delicious. Natural gas, gas, and coal will never produce the same taste.
An excellent catering worker will have his own set of codes of conduct or his own experience. For example, a rich man shouted to Wang Busheng, "Fill up the water, make the fire".
The old man had practiced and was skilled in knife skills. What was a whole chicken just now was now in the shape of a chicken. The rich man threw them into the pot one by one.
After a while, the aroma of chicken wafted out. Fu Jia added ginger and garlic paste, which made the aroma of chicken more intense. Finally, he added a pot of potatoes. Cover the pot and cook slowly.
Fu Jia Fang's movements are very skillful. At first glance, it seems that he likes to eat chicken just like Wang Busheng.
But Wang Buzi became more and more curious, this was wrong, "Master, this is wrong with you."
"What, wrong, what's wrong?" Fu Jia Fang asked the old man, begging. The old man may be a bit amateur, and his professional skills are not as good as Wang Bu's death, but Fu Jia Yifang is still very confident in cooking. Today, he actually Being questioned, Rich A only felt that his fragile little heart had been insulted.
"Master, if I'm right, your dish is chicken stewed with potatoes."
"Yes, there are chickens and potatoes, no need to ask."
"Where's my romantic chicken".
"Uh," Rich A said with embarrassment, "Haha, romantic, haha, I've eaten it, but I've never done it."
Wang Busheng's head was full of black lines, "Master, are you kidding me?"
"Well, chicken stewed with potatoes is also delicious."
"But I really want to eat Feng Liu Chicken." The name of Feng Liu Chicken is so connotative. It has broken away from the low-level pursuit of the poultry world and turned to learn from human development. Such a pursuit of cuisine, it is really hard not to try it. Having trouble sleeping and eating, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
"Well, next time, next time I'll cook it for you."
"Master, don't you know how to do romantic chicken?"
"Fart, it's always changing. Cooking is nothing more than frying, frying, frying, and stewing. Why can't I? You, you are looking down on me." Fu Jia pointed at Wang Busui in a very arrogant and dissatisfied tone. Of course, Merry Chicken belongs to The old man really doesn’t know how to mix Chinese and Western vegetables.
"Master, in the Ming Dynasty, we have Sichuan cuisine, Shandong cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, Hunan cuisine, and Minnan cuisine. The cooking methods of each cuisine are also different."
"Master, I've eaten it all over the country, and you've used you to spread it to me. Whether you like it or not, it's fine if you don't, I've eaten it all."
Taking out a basin, the rich man filled a bowl for himself.
When Wang Busheng saw this, he no longer hesitated. The romantic chicken was gone, but the chicken stewed with red beans could no longer be lost. He picked up the basin and filled a full bowl for himself. Others use bowls for eating, but this master and disciple still use a basin. , I have to say, there is a reason why the wealthy party has lived so long.
